The spring breeze blows on the hills, and the flowers fade at dusk.
Along the banks of the Mi River in Qingzhou and Weizhou, everything within a few dozen feet was in ruins.
The battle was raging in the field. The young man covered in burlap and covered in blood glared angrily at the old man in black Confucian robes who came through the air. He stood in the air, and the rhythm of the formation law surrounded the black Confucian robes, distancing him from the mortal world and looking down. The bloody man was confused: "You survived the slap from me last time?"
Soon he seemed to be sizing up the meat on the cutting board: "Don't worry, I will try my best to let you die as slowly as possible, so that the world will remember more deeply the consequences of offending the Du family!"
Bang!
After Du Qiao finished speaking, he waved his sleeves without any slack. Before Zhao Zhengli could resist, he was swatted away nearly ten feet like a fly. He suddenly landed on the ground and slid several feet. Blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, and the old blood on his clothes was not dry. Stained with new blood.
All this happened in the midst of lightning and sparks, and no one could react. When they reacted, most people were already chilling. Earlier, the son of the rebellious minister was so fierce and invincible that he could withstand the siege of four masters with one man and one sword. But now he is like a fly. He was shot away like that, and all this was just the terrifying power caused by the black Confucian-robed Du Qiao waving his sleeves and robes. What if he hit with all his strength?
They simply could not imagine or dare to imagine a full-strength attack from the Grand Master realm!
In the distance, Zhao Zhengli stumbled up, holding purple in his hand. Yang Jian propped himself up on the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, and grinned uncharacteristically: "I have never hated anyone in my life. If you are lucky enough to survive, I will definitely destroy your entire Du Qiao clan!"
The voice was very soft and gentle, but the level of resentment was better than those oaths sworn to heaven.
Du Qiao, who was over half a hundred years old, in black Confucian robes, was not angry, and showed a cold smile: "Do you think you can leave alive today? I want you to die more miserably, to pay tribute to the hundreds of people of my tribe who died unjustly! You can Don’t say that their death has nothing to do with you? Even if you didn’t do it, it still has something to do with you.”
Du Qiao stepped forward in the air, like an immortal looking down at ants in the mortal world. He raised his sleeves slightly and prepared to take action again, "Clang, Clang, Cang!" Several master-level zhenqi transformed from the distance to stop him. Among them were Zhang Ziya's spear, Kuseng Ming and others. Wu's Zen staff, Duan Xiaoxiao's palm power, and Jasper who was trying to resist with his body regardless of himself.
However, the distance was still far, and no matter how hoarse she shouted and ran as hard as she could, it was too late.
Although the other people's transformation and true energy were released, they were restrained by their opponents and showed their sorrow without any skills. Only Tubo, Khitan, Northern Shaolin, and a few Jianghu people sneered, were indifferent, or even excited!
"Boo boo boo"
The combined attack of several people at the Grand Master level was useless in Du Qiao's eyes. He didn't even look at it, but he still waved his sleeves and robes casually, shattering several rays of transformed Qi. It didn't stop him from stopping at all, and he took a lunge in the air. A bloody man who is almost as big as burlap.
"Ah~"
At that time, Zhao Zhengli's heart was filled with blood, his eyes were bloodshot like a blood demon, and there was only one thought in his mind: "Both the jade and the stone will be destroyed!"
The anger squeezed in his chest made his veins swell, and there was a breath burning in his heart, making his blood boil. From bright red to dark red, and then to dark black, his originally scarlet eyes turned as black as ink.
The whole body is filled with black mist, which is strange and terrifying, like a black devil in the abyss.
These were all the Ten Thousand Corpse Poisons planted twice by the old woman in Nanzhao. They were originally suppressed in the flesh and blood by the Dragon Tiger Pill, and were slowly refined over time. At this time, the negative emotions accompanying Zhao Zhengli poured out, and they were worse than the dam. The dam bursts quickly.
Just one thought can turn you into a demon.
Although he was not a demon at this moment, he was already quite a demon.
"bass!"
His hands are purple. Yang Jian slashed out a sword energy that was comparable to that of a great master, but the purple sword looked like a demon sword, and the sword energy was misty and black. This shocked Du Qiao, who was approaching in black Confucian robes, and raised his palms to greet him.
"Bang!"
The demonized Zhao Zhengli thrust out a sword and then slashed the dozens-foot-long "Chongyang Aspiration" with one sword. The nine-sword superimposed black giant sword made everyone present stunned.
Because there is a terrifying black dao rhyme surrounding the sword energy, adding a layer of mysterious "power of heaven" to it, but that rhyme is more like coming from under the Nine Netherworld, and is several times darker than ink.
Even Grand Master Du Qiao's eyelids twitched at this moment. He suddenly flashed a trace of regret for not carrying a weapon. If he had a weapon at his disposal, he would dare to take this sword forcefully. He was really unsure with his bare hands.
"Hmph, bluff!"
He was determined and used all his strength to fight back. How could a middle-ranking master intimidate a great master? Although it is the first product of a grand master, it is also a genuine existence. It cannot be shaken by the master level.
He held up his palm and used the power of law to catch it.
"puff!"
Du Qiao shocked everyone so much that he was knocked back several feet away and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He himself couldn't believe the outcome.
"Puff!"
However, after the sword was handed out, Zhao Zhengli himself sprayed two mouthfuls of black blood, adding darkness to the originally scarlet red linen clothes. At first glance, he seemed to be wearing strange clothes, one red and one black.
"cough!"
At a certain moment, his breath was extremely weak, and his whole person looked languid. In just a moment, he returned to his peak. Within a moment, he took another breath, and his breath was weak and lifeless again.
He had spent eight points of his luck on the sword just now, but no one could see it, and the only great master who could see it, Du Qiao, had no time to analyze it.
It damages his own luck, damages his realm, and collapses his energy and spirit.
One's own luck is one of the foundations of a monk and is related to the stability of the path. At this moment, Zhao Zhengli can be said to have destroyed his path.
"call!"
He seized the rest of his breath and transformed into a black shadow, coercing the Bi family sisters to escape through the air.
If he waited for this tone to disappear, it would be hard for him to imagine how desolate his body and realm would be.
He turned into a black shadow in the spring dusk.
This time Du Qiao, who was wearing black Confucian robe, did not pursue him like last time because he was seriously injured.
The remaining group of grandmasters and the passers-by who had been watching for almost a whole day fell silent, all stunned by the sword of the rebellious minister's son.
It was the first time in their lives that they witnessed cross-realm hurting, and those talented people who had praised it for hundreds of years had never done this.
You must know that the gap between the Grandmaster realm and the Great Grandmaster is comparable to the vast chasm. The difference between the two is not the top of the mountain and the foot of the mountain, but the gap between heaven and earth.
There are no terrestrial immortals in the realm of gods and humans here, and the Grand Master is the "immortal".
But today the "people" in the underground have hurt the "immortals" in the sky!
How can it not be surprising.
The only "immortal" present stabilized his injuries and immediately understood: "Exhausting energy and luck in exchange for life?"
Zhao Zhengli was like a ghost in the twilight, walking through the woods in Weizhou. He entered a dense forest and put down the Bi sisters when he thought it was safe. At this moment, he was coughing up blood and his face was pale. He still checked the injuries of the dying Birou regardless of the consequences.
However, the comatose beauty was already taking in less air and outgoing more air. He felt anxious and coughed again.
Biyu, who was already red and swollen from crying, was helpless. She held her chin with her brocade robe, trying to save the black blood that she was constantly coughing up.
"Woo, Taoist Priest...Taoist Priest...Sister..."
Biyu watched as the two people she cared about most were in danger one after another, but she was unable to save them. The pain was comparable to a heart cut with a thousand knives, and even breathing became stinging.
"Hoo ho!"
Suddenly, a bolt of white satin like lightning passed over the three people. Looking back, he found that Birou, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was nowhere to be seen. Zhao Zhengli, who was in a hurry, stretched out his claws towards the white satin and screamed: "What kind of monster, return to Birou~!"
"elder sister!"
Biyu was also anxious. After two steps, she saw Zhao Zhengli, who was also dying, feeling like a hundred claws scratching his heart.
Zhao Zhengli was so anxious that he kept coughing, and almost shouted: "Biyu, hurry up and catch up with Birou!"
"Taoist priest...wait for me to come back..."
Biyu, whose voice was hoarse, chased after him with tears.
"Cough cough cough"
After roaring in one breath, Zhao Zhengli fell to the ground as if his skin had been deflated.
The spring grass was crisp and tender, the dusk was miserable, and he was covered in blood with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.
He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of others dying for him.
It is difficult to repay this karma for three lives and three lives. If someone is really willing to lay down his life for himself, what about three lives and three lives?
He clearly felt that his breath was thinning and his realm was shrinking.
I don't know when I started to worry about Biyu. Has Biyu recovered Birou? Can Biore survive the crisis? I don’t know how far the flowers have bloomed in Qingcheng Mountain, which I was tired of seeing in previous years. Do the senior brothers miss their younger brother? Have you practiced with Miss Yu, who often learns swords from you...
As he thought about it, a smile appeared on the corner of his still-blood-stained mouth.
My eyes slowly closed, feeling extremely relaxed at this moment, as if I had returned to the lawn at the back of Qingcheng, with the spring breeze blowing and the green grass growing.
When Zhao Zhengli completely lost consciousness, Shanshan appeared in a purple robe with a round collar. He wore a eunuch's clever crown on his head. Although his facial features were old, they were extremely fair and clean. He didn't even have a stubble, and he wore white silk stockings and black leather stockings. His boots left no trace on the grass, and he walked lightly. Looking at the bloody man whose skin and clothes were caked with blood scabs on the grass, he murmured and shook his head: "Chess piece, abandoned piece, left behind!"
His voice was high-pitched and his clean face was expressionless.
This person is none other than the old eunuch Cao Yan.
After saying this, he took Zhao Zhengli away with a move of his purple robe.
Settling down again, we returned to the border of Qingzhou and Weizhou, dozens of miles away from the tea shed where we were fighting. Cao Yan, the purple-robed old eunuch, placed it in a conspicuous grassland, jumped and disappeared into the mountains.
Not long after, the sound of galloping horses came from the mountains. A woman in a light blue dress whipped her whip and rode a white horse. Behind her was a bay-red horse. On the horse was a lady also dressed in gorgeous silks.
Both of them had top-notch faces, and in terms of figure, the lady was even better. When she was riding her horse and whipping her whip, all she could see was two soft lumps on her chest rising and falling violently, as if they might pop out at any time. In such a grand occasion, no matter whether they were young birds or Old bird, if you see it, you will be dizzy and unable to sleep at night.
The light blue woman riding the white horse is equally graceful, but compared with the noble lady, her chest is robbed of a lot of charm.
They were none other than Yu Xiaowei, the daughter of the Minister of War, and Li Zhanyi, the senior sister of Emei.
In recent days, I have been running around Qingzhou, rushing to the burned Northern Shaolin and the massacred Du family. I thought I would meet Zhao Zhengli, but I was disappointed. I also heard that he appeared in Mihe, Weizhou, Qingzhou. Yi Road, so he rushed there non-stop day and night.
However, if nothing goes wrong, they will miss again this time, so the two of them galloped forward in a hurry.
"咴莿~"
The galloping horse suddenly raised its hooves and roared, and Xiao was frightened and turned its front hooves.
Yu Xiaowei, in a light blue dress, hurriedly reined in the reins and said, turning her head and looking around, she saw only a blur of blood in the grass, and she was almost trampled by the hoof of a horse just now.
Li Zhanyi, who was riding a bay horse behind him, also tightened the reins and stopped when he heard the sound. He lightly clamped his legs on the horse's belly and got closer to check.
The two of them stared at the horse for a long time, but they couldn't figure out where the nose and eyes of the person wrapped in blood scab were.
Li Zhanyi had no choice but to turn over and dismount, and faced his face with a gentle wave of his exquisite double-edged sword. Yu Xiaowei, who was looking down calmly, just glanced at it, immediately jumped off the horse, and took a closer look, and her eyes instantly became wet: "You stinking smell." Chief, did you put yourself in there again just to save those two dragsters?"
Her voice was choked with pain and jealousy.
Li Zhanyi's charming eyes widened: "Zhao Zhengli?"
Yu Xiaowei had already started to help, and Li Zhanyi hurriedly helped. Both of them were in the master realm, and with a little help from their true energy, they could carry away the eight-foot unconscious man as lightly as a straw man.
Yu Xiaowei, who was wearing a light blue dress, ignored Zhao Zhengli who was stained with blood and dirt. With the help of Li Zhanyi, he put him on the horseback. The two of them rode together. She then hugged the bloody man from behind and protected him with her true energy. , in order to reduce the horse's jolting and worsening of the injury.
Two horses turned their heads and turned back in the lush grass forest.
