Li Dong's eyes suddenly opened, and a drop of tear, so faint that it was almost invisible, slipped quietly.
Ye Wumian glanced at her, smiled, said nothing, turned around, and walked towards Chu Changbow.
"Chu Changgong, I heard that you are a strong man in the Qinsui realm. I don't know what kind of realm the Qinsui realm is. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to know it in the future. However, I am bold enough to ask you, a Qinsui realm, for advice. Move. When I get to the underworld and meet the King of Hell, I will at least be a little more courageous!"
After Ye Wumian finished speaking, the alcohol surged up, and the pain in his body and the sadness in his heart were all numb for a moment.
The young lady had been rescued and met Brother Zhou again before she died and drank his wine.
Now, even if he is put on the execution platform and tortured to pieces, he has nothing to fear.
"I have no sleep this night. I am just a doctor with no family and no sect who travels around the world. I am a beggar head who has no ties and has been exposed to the wind. I am holding a three-foot long sword and come here to learn Yueyang Tower's clever tricks!"
As soon as the words were spoken, there was a sudden sound of wind at the soles of the sleepless nights. The Qing Kung Fu of "In the deep snow in the former village, a branch bloomed last night" was spread out. The sword moved with extreme force, and it was the first to appear. The shadows, a total of seventy-seven and forty-nine sword shadows, were like clusters of arrows, all shot towards Chu Changgong;
The wielder was about to move out, and then quickly changed his sword path. Lao Du sang a sad aria, "What's the flutter like?", with the soaring heroic spirit of "will be the best", driving the sword energy, sword shadow, and sword light torrential. , straight like a rushing river, flowing into the sea.
Most of the remaining 30 to 40% of the internal strength in the body was used up.
There were only a few times in his life where he could execute several moves at the same time in a short span of time, and they were all different sword techniques.
This is a taboo in martial arts. It can cause meridians to be injured at the least, or go crazy in the worst case. However, wine makes me angry, and I only want to die tonight, so I don’t care whether I am possessed or not!
Chu Changgong seemed a little surprised and sneered: "How dare you resist? Did you see that the blood on my body was blurred and thought that I was seriously injured, that's why you were so courageous?"
He struck out with his sword straight away, and with an extremely bland "August Lake Level" move, he brought out his powerful energy.
In front of Ye Wumian, a large Dongting Lake suddenly appeared. The lake was wide and calm with no wind, but it was powerful and quiet. The offensive that brought him out was completely leveled.
The wind, frost, rain and snow that had just been rolled up all calmed down in an instant, and the sleepless moves collapsed, leaving only specks of light in the air, still retaining a few traces of the lingering charm.
A look of despair rose from Ye Wumian's face, and after a short battle, he finally understood what the Qinsui realm was.
A simple basic move "August Lake Level" can easily break through all the weirdness you have created.
The gap between the two realms is so large that it is difficult to make up for it.
"ah!"
Ye Wumian had the determination to die and used up all his inner strength to prepare for the last bloom in this life.
"How many flowers do you know about falling flowers?"
He turned into a moth flying toward the light, using his ridiculously weak body to complete the sacrifice of life.
Chu Changgong sneered: "You don't overestimate your capabilities!"
I didn't see how hard the soles of his feet were, and with a quick dodge, he avoided Ye Wumian's sword.
A cyan thunderbolt tore through the sky, like a demon tearing open a hole in the sky. The trembling light and shadow of lightning stayed in the sky for nearly two breaths.
The thunder roars and is deafening. This winter thunder goes against the times and is frightening.
"Little maid, if you die in Yueyang Tower, you will have no regrets!"
Chu Changgong struck a blow with his sword, and the shadow of the sword swept across him. They were fifty steps away from him. Zhou Xian and the other captains in Jinyi all looked in pain, and they all retreated. How could they dare to get close?
The martial arts master has disappeared, his hair has fallen out in the night, and a thin trace of blood has appeared on his neck.
Li Dong was very close and was affected by this, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the gauze covering his face was stained a little. She wanted to step forward to stop him, but the fluctuation of the sword energy made it difficult for her to move forward.
"no, do not want……"
She couldn't even shout, and the words turned into mere mumblings.
Ye Wumian closed his eyes, and the blood in his body became hot for a while, and then cold for a while, just like life is hot and cold at this time, and he knows whether he is warm or cold.
Death is coming, maybe this thought, maybe the next thought.
In short, it is too late to review this life.
When I was a child, I heard my master say that before a person dies, the flow of time will slow down. I don’t know if this is true.
I don’t know whether my experience at this moment is fast or slow.
My ears seemed to be ringing with the clang opera in my hometown village in Henan. The actors in opera robes, trying to resist the invitation, appeared in front of me, posing in a coquettish manner, smeared with crude rouge powder, which turned into a paste after being stained with sweat. pimple.
My family members warned me not to kiss an actor, otherwise I would be full after just one kiss.
The beautiful actress in blue whom I met tonight also came to mind. Her lyrics were so touching.
"This slave is a girl, not a man..."
We have sympathy for each other, so why do we have to know each other when we meet?
Let death kiss me slowly, using its cold embrace to invade my soft and warm body...
When all thoughts are about to cease.
A loud and generous laugh came along with the wind, and Yue Buqi's voice got closer and closer.
"Chu Changgong, the third realm bullies the second realm, thank you for being able to do that!"
The black iron broad blade fell like a meteorite, carrying a heavy momentum that split the earth, and fell against the wind!
Chu Changgong snorted coldly: "Arrogant! Yue Buqi, you dare to come back! I'll let you take a trick, 'The world will be happy later!'"
If the air gets even three cents colder, it may freeze people's hearts.
Ye Wumian felt his body light up, and the sharp pain in his neck temporarily stopped. When he opened his eyes, he was already in the air, and the people on the ground who either looked up at him or lowered their heads to protect their heads gradually became smaller. stand up.
Yue Buqi held Ye Wumian with his left hand, took back the black iron broad blade with his right hand, and made a move that Ye Wumian didn't understand.
In an instant, countless snowflakes melted into water and steamed into steam. The world in front of us was covered with mist, as if we were in an illusion.
It was clearly visible that within the mist, a giant sword energy, mixed with the sound of dark thunder, came through the sky. Halfway through the row, the momentum and shape were blocked, and Yue Buqi's move abruptly intercepted it.
"boom!"
Just after hearing the explosion, three or four surrounding houses collapsed immediately after being affected by the two waves of air that stirred up each other. The captains in Jinyi did not dare to stay on the spot and dispersed one after another to give them enough space.
"Yue Buqi, why don't you try one more trick from me, 'What a surprise on the first floor!'"
Chu Changgong didn't get any advantage, so he was so angry that he made another move. This style is the first style of the first couplet in Yueyang Tower's most famous long couplet, which is powerful and swift.
Ye Wumian felt that Yue Buqi had no intention of fighting. After making that move, he increased his speed again and again, finally reaching the point of leaping sixty feet, and speeding out of the city with all his strength.
It was freezing cold, and he felt uncomfortable being blown by the cold wind in Yue Buqi's hands.
His internal strength was exhausted, and the feeling of fatigue came back deeply. In his ears, he could hear the cry of jackdaws in the wild. He could no longer hold on, and he fainted.
