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The valley littered with corpses had been silent except for Murojuku's shout. [爱↑去△小↓说△网wqu] This kind of depression soaked in blood is completely caused by the accumulation of death, making people unable to breathe. The few who are still conscious are even breathing carefully.
But now, in the silence where death piled up, someone suddenly moved. There was no sound, but there was movement slowly. On top of the mountain of corpses, a bloody hand seemed to be struggling, waving towards the two of them.
Is this a cry for help?
If he hadn't seen Murojuku's angry red eyes, Nan Xiaohe would have thought so. But with Muroji's hateful eyes in front of him, he could always tell that the person who suddenly moved was an enemy rather than a friend.
Once, twice, the right hand waved reluctantly.
Murojuku had put down Bijuku and stood up straight, but Nan Xiaohe couldn't understand it at all.
What does it mean? He looked at the right hand that was struggling out of thin air.
His right hand suddenly stopped moving and froze in mid-air.
Murojuku took a step forward.
"Be careful." Nan Xiaohe reminded quickly. He had already had a general overview of the surrounding situation in just a moment. He originally thought that Beidou Academy put up a desperate resistance in the valley, which was why there was such a large-scale tragic sacrifice. But when he glanced down, he was stunned by the fact that the corpses lying in the valley, or those whose life and death were unknown for the time being, were all in the uniforms of the three major colleges, and those from Beidou College were actually No one was even injured.
How can this be?
Nan Xiaohe couldn't believe it. He didn't need to go into details about who was lying here. The disciples from the three major academies who will participate in this operation are all the best elite masters from the three academies. But right now, just looking at the casualties in this valley, it is roughly estimated that the strength of the three major colleges is enough to set back ten years. What's even more frightening is that the three major colleges have sacrificed their strength for ten years, but they don't seem to have caused any casualties to Beidou College. There were traces of Beidou Academy disciples in front of them, and some of them were just the guy who moved in the pile of corpses, waved at them strangely twice and then froze again.
Could it be possible that he did it alone?
This outrageous idea finally entered Nan Xiaohe's mind, because the situation in front of him really couldn't allow him to think of any other possibility.
So he quickly reminded Murojuku to be careful. 【爱↑去△小↓说△网wqu】If there are casualties in this valley. It was only one person who could do it, so regardless of whether he was the master of the Nandang Clan or the room host, he was probably not enough to be seen in front of others.
But in the entire continent, masters of their level can be easily suppressed. I'm afraid there are only those six. Could it be that the one in front of me is...
"Didn't you realize that that guy has reached his limit and all his soul power has been exhausted?" Murojuku said through gritted teeth.
So, after all, this guy did it alone! But look at this guy, he is thin and small. The young man looks nothing like any of the six. Who is this man?
Nan Xiaohe was still confused, but Murojiu had already strode forward. There was an exclamation from behind the two of them. Nan Xiaohe looked back and saw that it was Canghai Island Master from Quyue Academy who finally walked in after the two of them. This valley suddenly became unstable.
Nan Xiaohe didn't bother to explain, Murosu had already stepped in front of the man in a few steps. The man's right hand, which he had waved twice before, was now hanging down weakly.
Nan Xiaohe glanced at Bisu who was put down by Muroji and was convinced that he had expired. This is the only remaining senior master in the world of cultivation. He died like this in this valley. Could it be that he was actually the young man in front of him that he couldn't even recognize?
"Who is it?" At this moment, Murojuku's roar echoed in the valley again.
Even if Muroji would think of Nan Xiaohe's outrageous idea, he would never accept it.
That was his teacher. Although he was old, he was still getting stronger and stronger. He also had the divine seal on his body, so he was considered one of the six strongest men. Even the teachers may not be able to fight. Is this strange young man in front of me the murderer of the teacher? He doesn't believe it, and he won't believe it anyway.
"who is it!"
He asked with a roar, his voice filled with courage. It was like sharp knives echoing in the valley. Lu Ping, who was very close to him, suddenly had a blood flower on his face, and his face had been injured by the sound wave.
who is it?
He vaguely heard something like this voice, like a question, but he really didn't have the energy to answer, he didn't even have the energy to think.
So tired.
From the body to the power of soul. Every inch of his body, everything that was still part of his body, was so tired. 【爱↑去△小↓说△网wqu】
He opened his eyes, but was too tired to see what was in front of him.
He heard the voice, but was too tired to hear what it was.
He raised his hand because he heard the sound and wanted to make a command, but he couldn't move any faster, and he couldn't use his soul power anymore.
He had indeed reached his limit. After knocking down the entire valley full of disciples from the three major academies, he used up all the energy he could muster. The last time I felt this feeling of exhaustion was when I escaped from the organization. He killed all his pursuers and walked in the snowy field with Su Tang on his back. The gap that was temporarily opened due to the experiment gradually restored the imprisonment of Ecstasy. Without the power of courage, he is just a boy who is thinner than ordinary children. He carried Su Tang on his back and kept walking like that. He didn't know the direction or where he was going, he just faced forward. He walked for a long time, sometimes falling down and sometimes getting up. When he couldn't walk at all, he remembered that he was still the same as today, and he finally felt that he could continue to move forward.
At that time, he finally took another step forward.
So now I should be able to make another move, right?
"Who?!" Murojuku roared for the third time, roared for the third time. He was somewhat losing his mind, but he could still see that the person in front of him was probably even mentally confused. He couldn't ask anything from here. This third roar was an attack, and the sound wave was like a heavy hammer, heading towards him. Lu Ping rushed forward with his drooping head.
Lu Ping raised his head at just this moment, and his dull eyes suddenly lit up again. What came to mind were vast tracts of dazzling white snow, without edges or ends, and he was just looking ahead.
There is still one step left.
There was only one thought in his mind.
Then he happened to hear a roar. He didn't hear clearly what was being shouted, and he had no intention of hearing it clearly. When he heard the sound, he subconsciously took action.
There is still one step left.
While he was thinking, he already waved his hand.
Quick and accurate.
A shout of approval!
The power of soul popped out from Lu Ping's fingertips, and he was already unconscious. There was only one thought left in his mind - carry Su Tang on his back and keep walking.
The power of soul takes shape.
Chong, Ming, Qi, Shu, Li, Jing, everything. If Murojuku's sound wave was like a heavy hammer, then Lu Ping's finger popped out. It is also a heavy hammer, and it is also a sharp sword. It is just thousands of heavy hammers and thousands of sharp swords.
A man who looked like he was dying suddenly delivered such a blow. Murojuku, who was so close, showed no reaction at all. His attack was shattered, and his men were hit by millions of heavy hammers and millions of sharp swords, and flew straight out.
The sudden change caught both Nan Xiaohe and Cang Hai off guard. As soon as they thought of offering help, Murojuku flew past them with a cry. All they could do was turn their heads to look. At this point, their eyes couldn't catch up.
Snapped!
Murojuku flew straight out and hit the mountain wall with a "pop" sound. Nan Xiaohe and Cang Hai both heard the sound first and then caught it with their eyes. But they could no longer find Murojuku.
On the mountain wall, the broken rocks were flying up, and what was left on the mountain wall was only a trace of blood.
Broken.
The wall of one of the seven houses of Xuanwu was blown up the mountain wall by this blow and actually shattered. There was no bone or flesh left, no trace of soul power. It was broken so cleanly that only a blood stain was left on the mountain wall.
What power is this?
Nan Xiaohe and Cang Hai opened their mouths together, their eyes slightly touching. They all saw one word in each other's eyes: escape.
It is unimaginable for anyone to have two of the top four powerful men want to escape so simply. But what's even more frightening is that neither of them moved.
It’s not that I can’t let go of my figure, or that I’m still holding on to some beliefs. The two of them didn't move just because they didn't dare.
The person in front of them was a strong man who raised his hand and beat their equally famous Murojuku into a pool of blood. They are afraid that they will die faster if they run away.
They turned their heads slightly and carefully shifted their gaze. Then he saw the man in the pile of corpses moving forward with great difficulty.
Lu Ping has no opponent in his eyes and can still take one step forward. This was the thought he persisted in at this moment.
"It's a reflection of the light!" This step made Nan Xiaohe and Cang Hai completely recognize Lu Ping. Although the blow just now was terrible, it was Lu Ping's last burst of anger before he died.
How could such a terrifying enemy give him another chance to recover? At this moment, Nan Xiaohe and Cang Hai were connected. I was so scared before because Lu Ping's strength was too overwhelming. Now that they see an opportunity, neither of them are brave enough to take risks. His body was like lightning, and he rushed towards Lu Ping.
Looking at the two figures, Lu Ping no longer had the strength to move his fingers. It was like the snowflakes falling in the snowfield last time. After I squeezed out the last bit of strength to take that step, I could only watch them bury me.
Last time, he finally met the dean and brought him and Su Tang back to Zhaifeng Academy.
What about this time?
There will be no dean this time, but fortunately, there will be no Su Tang this time either.
Thinking of this, Lu Ping couldn't help but smile. In the midst of a pile of corpses, covered in blood, and facing two sharp killing moves, he laughed very naturally.
this……
Nan Xiaohe and Cang Hai's hearts tightened when they saw the smiles, but they had reached this point and had no way out.
The two figures intertwined and made a perfect cross, passing by where Lu Ping was standing.
Done?
No!
Both of them immediately sensed that the power of soul was coming and going extremely fast at an unimaginable speed.
Where the two people's bodies intersect, the young man who was still smiling before his death has disappeared, leaving only a tail of flowing light. At the moment when the two of them had no time to delay their killing move, Lu Ping was forcefully taken away from here.
who?
Feeling the remaining soul power, the two of them looked up into the sky, and the tail of the stream of light flew straight out of the valley.
They didn't know where this man came from. They just saw him coming and leaving whenever he wanted. The distance and distance seemed to not exist at all.
Nan Xiaohe and Cang Hai looked at each other.
"The world is so close."
"Kaiyang Guo Wushu."
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I made a mistake yesterday. The new leader of Nantian College, the cute named Xiaohe Sect Master, is the Nandang Sect Master. I am used to writing Donglin a lot, so I wrote it as Nanlin. It has been revised. (To be continued.)
