Thousands of miles away, on the outskirts of Tai'an City in the West Continent.
At this point in the battle, both sides were seriously injured and finally reached the end of their rope.
After the devil's breath spread, the wild grass in the wild areas seemed to be burned by a raging fire. There was no snow in a ten-mile radius, only black scorched earth.
Liu Qishuang practiced the body-building method, and his body was as strong as steel. But at this moment, he was covered in blood, and his right hand, which he usually used to punch, was hanging by his side. From the five fingers to the forearm, the bones were all broken, and blood was flowing like a stream.
Her eyes were still calm, and her expression was the same. Her left hand was tightly holding a dagger, which was held horizontally in front of her, with her fingertips slightly white.
Yu Zhanmei looked much better, but her wide sleeves were torn, revealing her smooth and white arms. Her face, which was always as pale as snow, was unnaturally red because of the surging blood.
The two have gone from long-range attack to close combat. At this time, the distance is very close. Yu Zhanmei's white silk is entangled on Liu Qishuang's dagger, competing with the true energy on the blade.
Suddenly she felt something in her heart, and she raised her eyes and looked towards the eastern sky.
I saw a bright light streaking across the distant night sky, swirl in an arc, like a meteor falling to the ground.
Of course she knew where the spark had fallen, and she also sensed the changes in the Golden Palace formation and spiritual veins.
After a moment of surprise, doubt and disbelief, fire ignited in her eyes, and raging rage burned her whole body brightly.
The Sword Saint is no longer in the world. Who else in the world has the ability to shake the spiritual veins of the snowy peak with one sword? !
Who can? Who dares!
The violent demonic breath rolled up a scorched earth, and a strong wind blew around her, causing her black hair and white skirt to flutter wildly.
“Crash——”
The white silk broke into several pieces and the dagger shattered into pieces.
Liu Qishuang was knocked three feet away and fell to the ground, with blood constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth.
The overwhelming demonic aura was so overwhelming that she couldn't get up. She looked up and saw Yu Zhanmei approaching her step by step, her expression even colder than before. "Even if you close the gate of life and death, you can't defeat me. I am right."
The remaining half of the white silk held in her hand was like a knife.
She stood in front of Liu Qishuang, looking down at the seriously injured and dying opponent. The anger in her eyes gradually dissipated, and she became calm, "You know, I used to think that if I died in your hands, I wouldn't be unwilling. But it's a pity that you are too weak... I will collect your body, where do you want to go back to?"
This question is not asked in a sarcastic way, it is asked seriously.
Liu Qishuang couldn't move a finger at this moment, but the severe pain made her clear-headed. She also knew clearly that Yu Zhanmei would not even tremble if she wanted to kill her.
So she answered seriously, "Cangya Mountain, Xihua Peak, go up the mountain path, the second courtyard on the east side is mine."
Yu Zhanmei nodded, "I remember it. What if it's missing somewhere?"
They all knew and could feel that Yu Shi and Jun Yu would have a decisive battle on Cangya tonight.
"I believe in Senior Brother..." She glanced at Yu Zhanmei's expression and added, "If it's really gone, there's no need to go anywhere. This place is great."
Why bury the bones in the hometown?
Yu Zhanmei suddenly wanted to ask her, "Have you never thought about returning to Donglu? Have you never thought about returning to Qiuliang Town?", but she felt that it was meaningless to ask. The experience of fighting on the snowy plains when they were children was just a brief moment in the long years of cultivation for Liu Qishuang.
I have long known that one day we will have to face each other, and I have imagined this scene countless times. But there was still a slight hesitation in my heart, which was so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
Yu Zhanmei raised her hand, and her slender fingers pressed on Liu Qishuang's shoulders.
Then, a dead silence that was even colder than ice and snow spread from the shoulder blades to the whole body, and the severe pain in the internal organs was replaced by a deep chill. The woman's voice was close at hand, as gentle and soft as the spring breeze blowing over the willows, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Liu Qishuang looked at her, her teeth chattering, her voice barely audible, "No more."
"I have something to say!——"
Suddenly, something strange happened. A loud shout broke the silence of the wilderness and penetrated the sudden strong wind.
Yu Zhanmei suddenly clenched his left hand which was on Liu Qishuang's shoulder, raised his eyes abruptly, and struck out towards the sky with his right hand.
The demonic aura collided with the strong wind, and the rapidly approaching shadow in the sky shrank without any warning, and in the blink of an eye it landed lightly more than ten feet away.
Yu Zhanmei narrowed his eyes and looked around, only to see a young man in golden armor with a green bird the size of a white crane standing beside him.
Or should I say bird.
Green wings and red eyes, its flapping wings are like a strong wind, its breath is like a raging fire - the Green-Winged Luan.
The identity of the visitor is clear.
Liu Qishuang couldn't turn around at this moment, nor did he need to turn around, he knew who was standing behind him. But he shouldn't have come here at this time.
She couldn't help but sigh. After inheriting the throne, how could she still do things as she pleased like before?
The shaking of the earth came from far away, and there was a line of smoke and dust in the distance, and the sound of horse hooves was like thunder.
Shadows in the darkness gathered from all directions, unstoppable like a tide. But they quickly stopped because of a gesture from the young man.
The army has rushed to the battlefields in Central and South China, and the ones who have arrived here are the emperor's personal guards.
The cultivation aptitude of one in a million is trained in siege warfare from an early age, equipped with black iron armor engraved with runes, a warhorse with mixed bloodlines of exotic beasts, and absolute loyalty, willing to die for the king at any time, considering responsibility and honor more important than life.
Thousands of riders surrounded the wilderness.
The young man in military uniform and golden armor smiled. His expression could not be seen clearly in the night, but one could feel that his aura was relaxed and his posture was relaxed.
He said, "Palace Master, are you willing to chat?"
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It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a moment.
Yin Biyue woke up from a state of emptiness, and the familiar feeling that surged in his heart faded away. What followed was the surging of blood and energy from forcing the Linyuan Sword to move, the stabbing pain in his meridians, the dizziness of his turbulent consciousness, and the crisis of an earth-shaking crisis.
He forced himself to spread his consciousness to sense the surroundings. The first avalanche had passed, and all the houses and towers under the snow peak were buried. A few highly skilled demon cultivators escaped and reached the edge of the snowfield. The vibration of the spirit vein had not completely disappeared, and there was a possibility of a second avalanche at any time.
What really worried Yin Biyue was not these things, but the fact that his senior brother was missing. Not only was there no trace of him within the reach of his spiritual consciousness, but even the weak connection between him and his senior brother, which was created by their dual cultivation of the Heavenly Luo Nine Turns, was completely severed.
The sea of consciousness fluctuated violently, and Rong Zhuo, who was at the edge of the Meteorite Abyss, suddenly turned around, looked across the devastated snowfield, and looked straight at the Tongtian Snow Peak, looking at him!
The demon cultivator in blood-red clothes curled his lips slightly, revealing a malicious smile.
Then he leaped into the abyss.
Yin Biyue was about to explode when she saw this.
He gathered his true energy and rushed towards the abyss, stepping on mountains and rivers to spur him on at his fastest speed, leaving almost no trace.
Brother! I know you jumped too!
As Yin Bi ran down the Golden Palace, the vibration of his spiritual veins began to breed a second avalanche, and the sound of a flood and thunder echoed behind him. He did not look back, with the long sword in hand, he slashed forward!
Amid the sharp sword whistles that tore through the air, Fengxue retreated, and a nearly vacuum passage was cut out in front of him, allowing him to move forward to the edge of the Meteorite Abyss.
The abyss had experienced a battle, and the remaining true essence and demonic energy were still colliding. The wind had calmed down, and the sliding of the snow body seemed to be blocked by an invisible force. Yin Biyue felt an extremely uncomfortable chill.
The heaven and earth have spirits, and the qi and energy cycle of life and death, in balance with each other. However, here there is no life, only the dead intention and hostility of extinction.
The wind and snow cannot enter, the spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate, and the most terrifying thing is the unknown.
The abyss was like the bloody mouth of an ancient beast, eager to choose someone to devour, but also waiting for him patiently.
Yin Biyue slashed down with a sword energy, then jumped down.
I don’t know whether my senior brother is alive or dead down there. There is no choice in this situation.
The wind whistled in my ears, and the cold air that surged like a tide overwhelmed my head. There was a strong suction force in the abyss, and I couldn't resist it at all.
The falling speed cannot be controlled, and the feeling of weightlessness triggers the illusion of suffocation, which is most likely to cause panic.
He inexplicably recalled that night of brisk autumn wind when his master lifted him up and jumped down from the clouds, laughing and saying, "Isn't it exciting? Look, Fourth Brother, life is full of surprises!"
The suction weakened, and the ground beneath my feet touched solid ground. I was clearly falling at an extremely fast speed, but it was still silent when I reached the bottom of the abyss. The death energy that had condensed into substance came with the cold wind, like a ghost.
Endless monsters.
Yin Bi laughed more. How exciting.
The Linyuan Sword kills evil and demons. It is the most upright and honest person in the world. Why would it retreat?
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Ever since he saw those fragments that seemed to be projections of future destiny in the Buddhist hall of the temple, Luo Mingchuan felt that there was a subtle connection between him and the Meteorite Abyss. Later, after practicing the Nine Heavenly Luo Turns and unlocking the cultivation of the temple, he saw and felt the abyss more than once.
It seemed as if it was destined that the abyss had been waiting for him.
Where there is life, there is death; where there is light, there is shadow; there is no absolute saint or gentleman. The abyss, which condenses the dead air of the world and is the darkest, is like his dark side.
Luo Mingchuan had rejected this fate and resisted this involvement, but he ended up here. At this moment, he was walking under the abyss and didn't feel strange at all.
Tianluo Jiuzhuan was operating on his own, his pupils were as dark as ink, with a slight tinge of blood red in the deep part.
Monsters have no intelligence, and only have the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. This special kind of pressure is their deepest fear, and even if they smell the scent of fresh flesh and blood, they dare not approach.
But Luo Mingchuan still felt that something was missing.
The author has something to say: Duan Hualao: Palace Master, I knew you were good at chatting!
Yu Zhanmei: No, I’m not.
Liu Qishuang: Junior brother, if you continue like this, the director will delete the scene
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