It seems to have communicated with the underworld and is pregnant with some evil existence.
And Wei Yan has arrived.
The light of the sword is like the light of the moon, and the gate of bones is above the moon.
Brush! Clang!
Kuai Xue slashed at the Bone Gate and made a sound of gold and iron.
Zhang Linchuan supported the White Bone Gate with one hand and turned his palm forward with the other hand.
Whoosh whoosh!
A row of golden arrows shot straight at the door unreasonably.
Shen Nanqi also arrived.
After the tragic death of his teammate last time, he did not sink. Instead, he stood up again and pushed open the door of heaven and earth in one fell swoop.
It is still a golden arrow, but its killing power is no longer the same.
Zhang Linchuan had no choice but to take back the palm that attacked Wei Yan and lay it horizontally in front of him.
His hand was covered with a cloud of black mist. Although it was only a small cloud, it swallowed up all the incoming golden arrows.
And at the same time.
Click!
The door of bones cracked.
It finally couldn't withstand Wei Yan's continuous slashes, and broke into broken bones, falling one after another.
Before this Taoist technique had time to exert its power, it was destroyed by the cooperation of Wei Yan and Shen Nanqi.
Shen Nanqi's eyes lit up, he jumped through the falling bones, jumped in front of Zhang Linchuan, and pressed down with his palm!
Golden light burst out.
Another golden light killing array!
Wei Yan closed the sword with his body, and his body hung down like the Milky Way, slashing straight into the golden light.
clang!
Like the sound of a bell.
The golden light dispersed.
Zhang Linchuan clenched his right hand into a fist, and his fist was wrapped with a shiny white light, which was against Kuai Xue.
The other hand turned into a claw and pressed on Shen Nanqi's heavenly spirit.
His entire body was shrouded in gleaming white light, and he was unscathed in this golden light killing array.
"Do you think there is a turning point, hope, or dawn?"
He said indifferently: "No, nothing."
Use your left hand a little harder.
boom!
Shen Nanqi's whole head exploded.
Red and white, splashing everywhere.
Wei Yan couldn't say a word, he only made a beast-like groan in his throat.
He put the knife away and cut again.
Put away the knife and cut again!
Sheath the knife again and cut again!
At this moment, he reached the limit of his physical body and struck more than 300 swords in one breath!
The tiger's mouth was cracked and its blood vessels burst.
Before he could kill Zhang Linchuan, he himself was already covered in cuts and bruises.
But the only one who responded to him was Dang!
It was like a bell ringing, a sound of incomparable indifference and despair.
Every sword strike he made in his extreme state was blocked by Zhang Linchuan.
"If you work hard, you can grasp hope; if you work hard, you can have miracles..."
Zhang Linchuan's eyes were calm and his voice was cold.
"Then we have been lurking for so many years, and we have been preparing for so many years. What does it mean?"
"I have the strength today, I have fought for more lives than you, and I have worked harder earlier and longer than you!"
As many times as Wei Yan slashed, he blocked it with his fists.
At the end of the block, he even turned his fist and grabbed the quick snow knife!
Wei Yan immediately raised his knee and hit him.
But before that, Zhang Linchuan's other fist had already shattered his chest.
"If there are truly miracles in this world, miracles should only happen to the strong."
Zhang Linchuan said this and waved his hand.
Wei Yan leaned back and fell.
He has always been a determined person, a selfish person, and an indifferent person.
He will only make the most reasonable and correct choice.
He only has eyes for himself and his knife.
He firmly believed that he was right.
Shen Nanqi always denied him and explained his choice personally.
Zhao Lang never denied him. But in the end, he gave him the opposite answer with his own actions.
Even Wei Quji... even as indifferent as him, died for Maplewood City.
At the end of his life, Wei Yan felt a little confused.
He tried to think back to his mother and his childhood left forever in that wilderness.
But he found that he could not remember his mother's appearance.
If it happened again, what would he choose?
If you had it to do over again, how would you choose?
Wei Yan fell heavily to the ground.
The quick snow was still tightly held in his hand.
…
Jiang Wang carried Jiang An'an on his back and walked quickly. It was naturally very uncomfortable to be bumpy like this, but An An was very obedient and didn't say a word.
While walking through the mountains and forests, Jiang Wang suddenly paused in his steps and stepped back to distance himself.
He gently put An An down with his backhand, and placed his other hand on the hilt of the sword.
Right in front of him, a woman whose face was covered by black gauze slowly fell.
She looked at Jiang Wang with complicated eyes: "So you are not a Taoist."
"Yes or no, what's the difference?" Jiang Wang said solemnly: "I never want to do the White Bone Tao."
"The difference is huge. I've been thinking about why you can swallow my bone seed, why you can master the art of regenerating souls from flesh, and now you..." She looked Jiang Wang up and down: "It turns out that I can't find it anywhere. The Mingzhu is here with you."
Dark candle?
Jiang Wang immediately thought of the black candle in Tongtian Palace, and thought of many, many things.
But in the end he just tightened his grip on the sword: "Cut open my Tongtian Palace, it's inside."
She suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect that you would be old if I didn't see you for a few days."
"Thank you for your gift." Jiang Wang said.
"Are you going to Sanshan City to find your mother-in-law? I forgot to tell you that right in front of half a stick of incense, the gate of Sanshan City has been closed. Dou Yuemei announced that she will be in retreat."
Jiang Wang was silent.
He knows that the other party does not need to deceive him about this kind of thing.
But even though the world is so big, where else can he go to ask for help? How can he get it in time?
So desperate!
Everything has gone irreversibly towards the abyss.
But at least at this time, he could not let go of his emotions.
In the end, he just said coldly: "It's your wish again."
Her laughter was a little forced: "So, don't you plan to just surrender? You owe me two lives."
"You owe me now." Jiang Wang looked at her, with only hatred in his eyes: "Countless lives in Maplewood City."
She was silent for a while.
Suddenly said: "Okay."
With a touch of her hand, her whole body spun around.
The night veil is lifted, the mask fades away, the black robe is flying, and the red skirt reaches the floor.
What appeared in front of Jiang Wang's eyes was a beautiful and familiar face.
The black gauze is turned into a red skirt, and the white lotus is a wonderful jade.
She was wearing a red dress, with graceful curves, but her voice was clear and cold, without any charm at all.
"Remember what your enemy looks like and never forget it."
"I remember!" Jiang Wang gritted his teeth.
"Well done." Miaoyu clapped softly: "What a young man!"
"How are you doing?" Jiang Wang asked Hengjian.
"Even if you don't owe me your life, you should remember that you owe me three things, right?" Miaoyu flexed her fingers and said: "The first thing is to topple Yuheng Peak. The second thing is to save the innocent Shui Tribe. Then
Now comes the third thing…”
She looked at Jiang Wang and said, "Take your sister and leave here. Don't ever come back."
Jiang Wang's hand holding the sword never relaxed, and he kept An'an behind him from beginning to end. "Don't you want your Mingzhu?"
"Give you some time to grow up, otherwise it will be too boring." Miaoyu covered her mouth as if she was bored, then let go, her eyebrows hooked: "Next time we meet, I will kill you!"
Jiang Wang said no more.
Miaoyu also waved her skirt and disappeared.
…
Dou Yuemei sealed the city gate, so there was no point in going to Sanshan City anymore.
The attitude of Qinghe Water Mansion is also very clear.
Jiang Wang carried Jiang An'an on his back again, but he didn't know where to go.
Jiang Anan asked timidly: "Brother, who was that person just now?"
After being silent for a long time, Jiang Wangcai said: "A lost woman."
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ps: We all know that "the moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk." It is the beauty of love.
