Stepping on the Longgang city wall, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang were like lions and tigers pouncing on the sheep, brave and strong. When they landed, they exchanged their sweat for the most precious lives of these argali sheep.

The vital energy exploded on the ground, and the argali was covered in fire and became a roasted lamb.

Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang touched the ground with their hands. The roots of the trees that had been dormant for a long time grew wildly. Their skin was as hard as rock. They broke through the ground and swirled like waves. One roll was enough to cover a piece. The bones of the argali were crushed in the squeezing. The blood mixed with the internal organs flowed all over the ground. This must be what it was like to die with one's blood splattered on the ground, but there was no praiseworthy perseverance, only a creepy nausea.

The tree roots pointed up to the sky, two or three roots intertwined, strangling hundreds of argali. Dozens of tree roots pointed up to the sky formed a strange sight, under which the argali found their target, lowered their heads deeper, and charged recklessly.

The impact of ten argali can be dodged, but facing a hundred at the same time, under the shaking of the earth, the only way out is to face it. Xia Xiao took a step forward, holding the machete tightly with both hands, and the flames burned on it, giving rise to a manic and destructive intention. The flames are enough to burn until doomsday, and will take the lives of these guys with one knife.

The flames and blade light extended wildly, and finally reached a hundred meters.

Xia Xiao dragged this shocking sword, shocking half the world.

The only chance of winning for the argali herd lies in numbers, but the denser the herd, the happier Ju Mang and Huo Dou are. One of them flies over Shu Shuang's head, while the other protects her by her side, making her a princess who cannot be hurt on the battlefield and cannot be touched by anyone.

Lightning was thrown down by Ju Mang's bird claws, spreading and bombarding the ground, causing many argali to emit a fragrance, but it was a bit smelly. The huodou on the side burned an area into a sea of ​​​​molten lava, and then rushed around, biting and driving the sheep to fall in. The sheep that had just entered climbed to the shore like crazy, but this was a hot swamp, with only a door to enter, and no way out. Soon, only skeletons were left, white and grim.

Both methods were ruthless and without any reservation, which made the sheep furious. However, although they could flatten the Wumin Mountain, they could not crush Longgang.

"All the students from the academies in Daxia, quickly gather in Linxi City and prepare to resist the second attack of the wild beasts together!"

Suddenly, the voice of Hu Bugui came to their ears, but it sounded less old and more combative than usual, which made Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang speed up their hands.

Driven by the vitality, the roots of the tree were as thick as the trunk of the tree. The moment they touched the wild beast, branches began to grow wildly, and they were inferior to the bamboo shoots after the rain. Under it, the sheep were tied up, even their bones were broken and their flesh was cut.

The leader was beaten to death by Zhu Heng, its skull was fractured and its strong body lay motionless on the ground.

In the barren plain, only three people and two beasts were left in the blink of an eye. Their confrontation was very simple, and they both wanted to kill each other. When Xia Xiao was in Longgang, Zhu Heng tried every means to kill him, and now, they can finally fight to the death here.

After wiping the blood off his face, Xia Xiao's machete was filled with blood and became more powerful, able to move with Xia Xiao. Scarlet light was spreading on it, making Xia Xiao holding it more sharp. He was like a sword standing in the wilderness, about to cut through all mysteries, but before that, he had to resolve the disputes himself.

"I thought the conflict between the Xia family and the Zhu family had been resolved long ago."

Xia Xiao murmured, not understanding why Zhu Heng did not cherish this opportunity. He was already very kind. In front of the emperor, he only needed to open his mouth to kill all the people in the Zhu family.

Whether it was conspiracy or treason, it was enough for the Zhu family to die several times, but Xia Xiao wanted them to experience despair, to experience the worry about money, and the gap from being above ten thousand people to being below ten thousand people. But at least they are still alive. As long as they can survive, when the Zou Shou Church leaves Da Xia and Nan Shang attacks again, they still have a chance to turn things around. Although the chance is slim, it is still possible. But he threw away this opportunity, that's just right, go to hell, there is no place for him in heaven!

"Xia Xiao, don't think that I am not your opponent just because you have been in the academy for half a year! Even your father may not be able to beat me! Today, I am not afraid of any insults. I have betrayed the ancestors of the dynasty, my wife and son. Anyway, I have nothing left. If I kill you, I can at least leave my name. Those who come from afar will be destroyed in my hands!"

Zhu Heng gritted his teeth, uttering each word stiffly. He couldn't wait to defeat Xia Xiao. He was so anxious that he wanted to pierce Xia Xiao's chest with his arm, just like killing Zhu Tiankang. Zhu Heng used the latter to practice, and in actual combat with Xia Xiao, the ecstasy in his eyes gradually became obvious.

Before Xia Xiao appeared, Zhu Heng thought he would never see him again. After all, the latter was in a distant academy. The only way for him to take revenge was to return to the imperial capital, Yinxun, and massacre the entire Xia family. That courtyard would still be stained with blood under his hands. But when Xia Xiao came, he didn't have to travel thousands of miles, because killing him would relieve his hatred!

"bring it on."

Xia Xiao was too lazy to argue, too lazy to argue, and just spat out two words coldly.

The evil spirit pounced on Zhu Heng's big snake and bit it until it was bleeding. However, the fool had no intelligence and could only open its big mouth again and again to follow Zhu Heng's wishes, as if it wanted to use the flames inside to roast the evil spirit.

How could Huodou, a fire spirit beast, be afraid of such flames? He was born in fire, grew up by absorbing the hot essence of volcanoes, and rolled in the sea of ​​fire. He was not afraid of the so-called scorching heat at all. Ju Mang turned lightning into nails and nailed it to the ground. Then the two beasts went into battle together, with claws and teeth of molten flames and wind as sharp as knives to scrape the hard scales one by one, directly injuring the flesh underneath. Like a fish on a chopping board, its scales were wiped off and its clothes were plucked off.

The snake hissed, and Zhu Heng's body suddenly paused. He turned his arms into armor and stopped in the air, thinking it was a good opportunity. Xia Xiao turned his feet and swung his machete at Zhu Heng in a desperate and desperate manner, hitting the ball on the ground with a stick.

The characteristic of the Zunjing Zhimao is that the Yuan Qi can be transformed into armor to be worn on the body, rather than just a layer of protective shield. However, under the scarlet and flame light, Zhu Heng, who was a little slower, had no time to adjust his movements and the Yuan Qi in his body, and a crack was broken in the armor on his arm, and the blade went straight to the flesh below.

The wounds of flesh and blood could no longer bring any pain to Zhu Heng. He grabbed Xia Xiao's machete and stabbed Xia Xiao's chest with his arm like a curved knife. He wanted to cut open Xia Xiao's stomach and see him lying on the ground wailing. He didn't want to live, but Xia Xiao had to die!

Shu Shuang was a little worried. She wanted Xia Xiao to be safe, so she stepped forward quickly. However, Zhu Heng's arm did not pierce Xia Xiao, but stopped suddenly on his chest.

Xia Xiao's eyes were as dark as night. Affected by this, Zhu Heng's fingertips had stopped at Xia Xiao's chest, but the latter's chest was covered with vines, which blocked his fingertips.

With a devilish smile, Xia Xiao moved his arm with the broadsword, thrusting it into Zhu Heng's body with the force of crashing into mountains. A person with the power of fire is like a god of smelting, and all the blood in his body turns into boiling hot quenching fire. As the broadsword penetrated deeper, the boiling blood splashed like sparks, splashing Xia Xiao's face. But this temperature did not embarrass Xia Xiao.

"Xia Xiao, you must die——"

The darkness in Zhu Heng's eyes disappeared in an instant, and his vision was restored. He didn't know what happened to him just now, but he was stunned for a moment and couldn't move. At this moment, Xia Xiao was right in front of him!

Thunder was cursing in the distance, Zhu Heng crossed his arms, trying to smash Xia Xiao's head. Flames were rolling, and Xia Xiao retreated violently, without time to draw his machete.

The distance was too close, Xia Xiao could not dodge, and could only shoot back a hundred meters under the firelight, smashing the wall of Longgang and destroying half of the city. Shu Shuang went against him, she could no longer bear it, spread her wings, and knocked Zhu Heng to the ground with a broadsword.

"you……"

Facing the people from the Zou Shou Church, Zhu Heng was more or less afraid. He looked at Shu Shuang, unable to make a sound because his mouth had been strangled by the vines in the ground, leaving only a pair of extremely terrified eyes. The vines burned in the fire, but these weird snake-like creatures kept wrapping around him, tying him up like a mummy.

The seemingly flexible vines actually had extremely hard skin, and when they were twisted together, Zhu Heng let out a low scream of pain.

Shu Shuang was angry, but Zhu Heng's pain was still to come. She held the machete in both hands, resonating with it, exerting an indescribable destructive force. The extremely dense vines were like a coffin, and scarlet light shot out from the tiny gaps. Zhu Heng was torn to pieces under it, and blood flowed through the vines, staining the ground red.

"Go to another world and shout."

Shu Shuang's eyes flashed with the scarlet of a broadsword. Although it was gone in the blink of an eye, it was extremely sharp. She had been silent all this time, so she drew her knife and walked towards Xia Xiao.

At this moment, Shu Shuang was no longer gentle and quiet, but strong. She said nothing, like a mysterious creature about to wake up.

For some reason, there was more hatred in those clear eyes, like a long-suppressed emotion bursting out. Xia Xiao, who stood up from the ruins, felt a little strange when he saw it. He had never seen Shu Shuang with such eyes. This was not anger, but a kind of hatred from the bones, as if he hated the common people.

On the barren land, in this remote Longgang, Xia Xiao seemed to see Shu Shuang for the first time. The person he used to know turned into an evil ghost holding a scarlet machete, looking for revenge, coming towards him not because he was Xia Xiao, but because he came from afar.

Xia Xiao suddenly thought of that word, but when Shu Shuang walked in front of him, he still felt unfamiliar. Shu Shuang raised her hand stiffly and handed him the broadsword, but this broadsword seemed to be the best match for her. Was he dizzy and hallucinating, or had Shu Shuang changed? She never showed a cold face to him.

Raising his hand, Xia Xiao took the knife and looked down. Was it the Pudao that was causing trouble, the evil spirit that clouded Shu Shuang's mind? Or was there something else going on?

The Pudao was the same as always, not a pound too heavy, not a pound too light. The blade was dark red, with a scarlet blade light, and the murderous aura in it was very familiar, but there was no restlessness, but how could Shu Shuang...

"What's wrong?"

The sweet voice made Xia Xiao look up, and Shu Shuang returned to her original appearance. She stood up, showing her gentleness and tenderness, her eyes became clear again, and the hatred in them disappeared. Xia Xiao doubted his own eyes, and his palm loosened, with the machete still stuck in the ground. He held Shu Shuang's little face with both hands. This baby fat face stained with dust and blood was warm and soft.

After pinching it, Shu Shuang had a smile in her eyes.

"What's the matter?"

She had no place to put her hands, so she just grabbed the corner of Xia Xiao's clothes. But the latter was stunned for a long time, and kept repeating, "It's so strange, so strange, how could it be like this?"