As the body of the only remaining monarch-level master from the proud family slowly fell, the snow, water, and blood on the ground splashed everywhere.
Everything is like an unreal dream!
The whole place was silent!
Xie Danqiong, Ao Xieyun, Dong Wulei and others could not help but burst into tears.
"I don't understand! Why... why? We have already won, why did our ancestors still commit suicide?" Ao Xieyun choked with sobs and broke down in tears.
Chu Yang felt sad in his heart, but he held it back and said: "You don't understand...but it is inevitable. When all the brothers died in front of him, and when the last enemy fell under his sword, he
If he is still alive, it will be the greatest torture for him!"
"Because all the king-level masters in Zhongsantian were destroyed in this battle! Only he was left." Chu Yang said sadly: "This is like the end of an era!"
"They have been entangled in their grudges for a lifetime, but now he is the only one left alive. Can you imagine what kind of loneliness and desolation it feels like? Even if there is a contemporary enemy left in this world, he will not choose to commit suicide! But he
I really can’t find my target anymore…”
"At his level, he has already seen clearly about life and death. Before he dies, he thinks more carefully than us, so there is no need to sigh or mourn."
Chu Yang said solemnly: "I just want to wish them that they can get together again, be friends again, fight again, and be enemies again! Other than that, I have nothing to say."
Ao Xieyun and others fell silent.
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After a period of silence, Chu Yang and Mo Tianji unanimously bowed deeply to the mess of flesh and blood in the field!
His face was heavy and solemn!
Then, more than 500 people on this side bowed and saluted at the same time. Among them, all the three major families, the Ao family, the Xie family, and the Dong family, knelt down and saluted!
This battle happened quickly and ended even faster! There was almost no time to react.
But it is so tragic and tragic!
Everyone's heart seemed to have been hit hard by a sledgehammer...that kind of touch!
Immediately, Mo Tianji silently sent people to clean up the battlefield and escort the undead into the Lake of Death.
Dong Wulei, Dong Wushang, Aotianxing, Aoxieyun, Xie Danqiong and others spontaneously stepped forward and collected the remains bit by bit, whether they belonged to enemies or relatives.
Everything was done in silence.
The entire battlefield seemed to be playing out a silent, sad pantomime.
"Tomorrow morning, the holy battle!"
When the white-bearded practitioner said these words, his voice was somewhat hoarse.
Tomorrow will be the battle that truly determines the final outcome!
Although there are only two enemies left, if Young Master Wei is defeated, Chu Yang’s side will still be unimaginable. Unless the Nine Tribulations Sword Spirit takes action or the Demon King wakes up, no one can resist the opponent’s holy level!
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!
"Brother Wei, what do you think?" Chu Yang stood beside Mr. Wei with his hands behind his hands.
"He can't kill me." Mr. Wei stared at the ethereal green figure opposite and said lightly: "I may not be able to kill him either!"
"The feeling he gives me is that he should be a third-level saint, at the same level as me." Mr. Wei said calmly.
"Oh?" Chu Yang was a little shocked.
"That's right. When I was looking at him, he was also looking at me. And now, he should feel the same as me."
Mr. Wei smiled and said, "What we have in common is that I don't want to die and he doesn't want to die either."
"But this is a battle of life and death."
"I'm here to help, and so is he."
"We all have concerns in our hearts, and we all have confidence that we will win!"
"So, I am only 60% sure about the battle tomorrow!"
"Presumably the other party's own calculated odds of winning will not be higher than mine, and will never be lower than mine."
Mr. Wei stared at the figure in green across from the vast snow and said slowly.
Just when he finished speaking, that is, when he made an accurate estimate of the opponent's strength, the figure in green clothes on the opposite side quietly disappeared.
left.
Mr. Wei is sizing him up. Could it be that he is sizing up Mr. Wei?
Now, the two of them already know each other.
Chu Yang smiled softly and said, "However, I think you two are different."
"Oh?" Mr. Wei tilted his head.
"First, we won the first three battles. Second, all the masters brought by the Shi family's holy level are dead. Even if he comes back alive, the Shi family will hold him accountable for losing so much this time.
The responsibility of the master. Because after all, it was his personal grudges that led to these losses."
"There is only one person beside him, but behind you, there are all of us! This is bullying the minority. Even if we don't want to bully him, he is already mentally weak. This is one of your advantages.
"
Chu Yang said.
"That's right." Mr. Wei pondered for a moment.
"His people are all dead, so he will inevitably have grief and anger in his heart, even sorrow for the death of a rabbit or a fox, and worries about going back; you have none of these. This is your second advantage."
"Not bad." Mr. Wei's eyes lit up.
"In addition, when he came to Zhongsantian this time, he also had a mission given to him by his family. Now, he still has to worry about the gains and losses in his mind. How to complete the mission, which you don't have. This is your third advantage."
"Not bad." A spring-like smile appeared in Mr. Wei's eyes.
"Of course, the most important point is that although he comes from the Shi family of Shangtiantian and has been passed down for thousands of years, you should not forget that his soul and spirit have long been bound by the Shi family! It can be said that he is a member of the Shi family.
My slave, but Brother Wei, you are your own master!"
"A free soul is absolutely different from a soul that has been under the control of others for a long time! This is your fourth advantage." Chu Yang said slowly.
"That's right!" Mr. Wei agreed again.
"So, Brother Wei... you have so many advantages, and this is Zhongsansantian. It means that the right time, place and people are on your side. Although your cultivation levels are similar... the gap has widened! Tomorrow
If you can't kill him beautifully, I will look down on you! Not to mention that you will die in defeat or die together."
Chu Yang said calmly.
Mr. Wei suddenly laughed heartily, shaking his head while laughing, almost crying. He looked extremely happy.
Chu Yang was stunned for a moment. Why did this guy suddenly lose his mind?
"I have always been sure of victory against enemies in my life!" Mr. Wei said deeply, with an arrogant smile on his lips: "This battle is the same! Don't say that I am just a third-level saint, even if I am a fourth-level, I have
Confidence will kill him! Although I am only a third-grade person! But millions of years of the inheritance of my elven clan are gathered into me, who is he?!"
"Then why are you..." Chu Yang was dumbfounded. It was not because Mr. Wei was sure but said he was not sure, but because Mr. Wei finally revealed his origin for the first time: the elves!
The only remaining elf in Jiuzhongtian Continent!
It turns out that this is Mr. Wei’s true origin!
No matter how mysterious he is.
But after knowing the truth, Chu Yang still had no idea how Mr. Wei could have such an all-powerful ability... If it were said that everything was self-taught...
That's really unbelievable.
"Haha..." Mr. Wei laughed twice and said with some satisfaction: "In this world, there are people who really care about me and encourage me... Haha, this feeling is really ridiculous, how old am I..."
"But this time I lost the bet with Jun Xizhu... I'm depressed!" Mr. Wei said he was depressed, but he laughed, flashed, and disappeared without a trace.
Chu Yang thought for a long time and finally laughed and cursed: "It turns out that this bastard is testing me. At this time, he actually has such fantastic ideas..."
He shook his head, stood up and left.
On the second day, the morning sun rose.
The sky was clear, and at the top of this mountain, there were rare rays of rays of light.
Ao Tianxing looked at the rising sun in ecstasy and murmured: "The sun has risen again, but our ancestors can no longer see it..."
Everyone sighed with emotion.
The crowd parted in the middle, and Mr. Wei, wearing a green robe and fluttering skirts, walked over as if he was strolling in a courtyard.
"Attention, the Supreme Stone Tablet!" Mo Tianji said in a low voice, "Or, use the Supreme Stone Tablet."
Mr. Wei's expression remained unchanged, his eyes flickered slightly, and he walked out as if he didn't hear anything.
On the opposite side, the saint-level member of the Shi family has also appeared.
Coincidentally, the two fighting Earth Saints were both dressed in blue robes today, just like yesterday.
"Shi Changfeng?" Mr. Wei put his hands on his back and Shi Shiran took a step forward. He just took a slight step, but his whole body shrunk to the center of the battle circle.
"Master Wei?" Shi Changfeng shrank his eyes, and suddenly felt that today's opponent seemed to be different from yesterday. But he was not to be outdone, and stepped forward to meet him.
"You, Shi Changfeng, can be considered the number one person if you can die in my hands! Shi Changfeng, you are honored to die!" Mr. Wei smiled elegantly and said this in a tone that sounded like he was
Give sincere blessings.
"You can die in my hands, and your life, Mr. Wei, will not be wasted either!" Shi Changfeng's eyes flashed sinisterly, and he said sinisterly.
"So you have no future! You even have to learn how to speak from me!" Mr. Wei said sarcastically: "When I call you, you call me, and you follow what I say. Shi Changfeng, you are not big."
You are also a Saint-level master, so why can’t you be a little creative on your own?”
"Words cannot determine victory or defeat." Shi Changfeng said gloomily.
"But the battle of words is directly related to the level of IQ. If you can't fight with words, why do you want to fight with me?" Mr. Wei's lips were as sharp as a knife.
"It's useless to talk more, let the horses fight!" Shi Changfeng narrowed his eyes and shot out like a razor blade. It was obvious that he had murderous intentions!
Mr. Wei let out a loud roar, his green robe and long sleeves flew up into the air, flying straight into the sky like a rocket with flags flying in mid-air, and chanted in a long voice: "I am the king of the Eight Wastelands and Liuhe, and I am the king of thousands of rivers and mountains!"
He smiled faintly and said calmly: "Shi Changfeng! Come up and die!"
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I want all the recommended monthly tickets... (To be continued