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Dugu Aoxue, who was dressed in white, was knocked to the ground by the huge wave of qi, her eyes were full of endless shock, and fortunately she did not suffer any serious internal injuries. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info she turned her beautiful eyes and looked at the battlefield, but she was stunned, a heart beating wildly was pounding and making a heavy sound, and she saw an unbelievable scene in this life.

The three figures, as if frozen, brought a destructive aura to trap the unpleasant monk in a bewitching robe. The monk's body was like a ball full of energy, bursting out from time to time with a powerful energy that shattered the sky, and it was the energy that burst out of the monk's body that knocked her to the ground.

The sword light flowed, flashing a terrifying dark light that smeared heart-palpitations, and the big knife that slashed down in the air was flooded with layers of faint blood-colored aura, only the defenseless monk's eyebrows were tightly locked, but there was no trace of panic. The wide monk's robe was greatly bulged by the energy that shot out from his body, but it did not break, and the kills of Zhang Xiaofeng and Ling Tianyun were also blocked by him within less than a foot of his body.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering aura surged out of the bad monk's body, and I saw him waving his sleeves, and the energy surged out from those sleeves, and he slapped his palm on the back of the knife under the fierce slash in the air. And the terrifying dark light sword was caught between the two fingers of his other hand. The wide monk's robe shone with a delicate luster, and the monk's face was unwavering, without any expression. I saw that his body shook slightly, and with a 'boom', the black and blue figures fell backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Ling Tianyun only felt a huge impact force coming from the treasure knife, shaking his wrist to a numb, and the residual energy from the knife rushed directly towards his chest. His right hand suddenly lost sensation, and the treasure knife in his hand fell to the ground immediately, and his chest was like a lightning strike, and a stream of hot blood suddenly surged to his throat, and his body fell to the ground in the air.

"Wow", a mouthful of blood spurted out of Ling Tianyun's mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground, in addition to the deep shock in his eyes, there was a feeling of pale powerlessness, and that knife used all his strength, and he poured all his true qi into that knife. However, the other party just slapped his hand casually, and he unleashed his current knife in the air. A feeling of helplessness surged in his heart, and after spurting out that mouthful of blood, the lightning-like pain in his chest was relieved, and he stood up in a hurry, ignoring the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly picked up the knife that fell to the ground.

After slapping Ling Tianyun's slash in the air with a bad palm, he stretched out his left index finger and middle finger at the same time, and clamped the long sword in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand that stabbed like a ghost. The burst of qi rolled up a wave of qi, undulating in this courtyard. And Zhang Xiaofeng's sword eyebrows narrowed, and the sword in his hand couldn't enter half an inch. The aura that shot out of the two of them became more and more intense, and the true qi in their bodies was violently surged out by both sides, enveloping each other, and they couldn't move for half a minute, so they could only rely on their own internal strength to suppress each other.

The feeling of great pain in his chest was still there, and wisps of blood overflowed from Ling Tianyun's mouth, and the only true qi left in the dantian was only half of it. But he was still frantically running the wisps of true yuan in the dantian, silently reciting the mantra in the Heart Sutra in his heart, and the true qi turned into a mysterious force that penetrated into his body.

With a "boom", Ling Tianyun only felt that his body had exploded, and his brain was flooded with blood-colored scenes. Cousin Feng Xiaocicada's sudden pounce, the bloodthirsty and bewitching thin sword, the rolled up blood flowers that seeped into the bones, the big bloodstain on his grandfather's chest sealed by Yu Xiu, the eyes of everyone in the Feng family who were dying and angry, and the helpless sad look in their eyes, all turned into blood-colored scenes that fell and fell in his mind. And he could only let out an unwilling wail, and could only watch them fall in a pool of blood one by one.

Unwilling, he is like a beast, like a low voice, he has to protect his relatives at this time, as well as his dying cousin Feng Xiaocicada, and there is a peerless face that makes his heart ripple The cold and arrogant female Dugu Aoxue, he will never let the tragedy happen again, he wants to protect the person he wants to protect. Ling Tianyun couldn't stop shouting in his heart, frantically running the only true yuan in the dantian.

Angry and red, Ling Tianyun himself didn't know the strange changes in his body, he only felt that his physical body was filled with a powerful force, and he couldn't stop running the only remaining true yuan according to the exercises in the mantra. The blood spilling from the corners of his mouth became thicker and thicker, and Ling Tianyun's eyes suddenly became a blood-red color, and a little bit of blood-like red began to shine in his eyes.

"Roar", he only felt that his body let out an earth-shattering roar, and the sword in his hand was raised, and in front of his eyes, the heavens and the earth seemed to have changed, everything was so silent, and time seemed to have become static in his eyes. The two confronting figures slowly let go of his pupils, and his blood-red eyes locked on the unfortunate monk with a fat body.

It was the bloodthirsty aura, it was the demonic nature of endless killing, Ling Tianyun himself didn't know what the boundless and endless bloody hell battlefield that filled his mind was, he only knew that all this had aroused the crazy demonic nature in his heart. It had to be an endless killing, a hideous bloodthirsty aura to make him feel better. He seemed to hear a roaring roar from within his bones, he seemed to feel the sound of a boiling scream in the blood in his body, the blood in his eyes was bigger, and the blood on the Xingze Treasure Knife in his hand was getting thicker and thicker.

One step ahead, Ling Tianyun flew wildly, like a mad demon, and the raised sword reflected a dazzling blood-colored light under the soft sunlight. "Click", a piece of bluestone was trampled under his feet, and it suddenly cracked and turned into pieces of broken stone, but he didn't know it, his blood-red eyes flashed with a demonic light, and he looked directly at the bad monk who was resisting Zhang Xiaofeng with internal force.

There was no ostentatious breath exposed, no strong wind lingering, only the heavy footsteps, even Dugu Aoxue was stunned, and her beautiful eyes shot out an unbelievable look, and she had already stood up, only to feel that there was a strange aura in this courtyard. It was a boundless killing intent, it was a palpitating blood sea of hustle and bustle, it was a grief that touched the depths of the soul, what kind of atmosphere it was, she didn't know. She could only watch as the young man in black clothes who was flying with anger and holding the bloody sword stepped forward step by step with heavy steps.

The two people in the confrontation also felt this strange atmosphere, and inexplicably, they only felt a chill in their hearts. The atmosphere with endless blood color permeated, and the cold that was as cold as the depths of the Netherworld was more terrifying than any chill in this world, and they were like being targeted by the Hell Demon Venerable, which made their hearts palpitate.

The bad monk faced Ling Tianyun, and in addition to the thick incredulity and shock in his eyes, there was also a bit of trembling that could not be concealed. "If you don't become a demon, how can you become a Buddha, is this the highest realm of Buddhism?" The monk couldn't help but murmur in his mouth. He didn't expect that he saw Ling Tianyun with his hair flying and his eyes full of blood spots at this moment, and he couldn't help but think of the ancient legend in the Buddhist sect.

And just as he was distracted, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly exerted his strength, and the sword in his hand seemed to come to life, and with a "hiss", the sword raised a bright light, slid towards the fingers of the bad monk, and stabbed towards his throat. A chill passed through the monk's heart, and he hurriedly retreated, but the sword in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand burst out like maggots of bones and bones.

Just as the bad monk retreated sharply, Ling Tianyun's striding pace suddenly became faster, and the raised sword swept through the air in a graceful arc towards the bad monk's head. He had already stepped unstoppably into the aura of the bad monk and Zhang Xiaofeng, and the knife rolled up like a boundless sea of blood and slashed down on the bad monk's head, faster than lightning and thunder.

"Ah", a terrible scream suddenly resounded in the sky, and the right arm of the bad monk rolled up a string of bewitching blood flowers and sputtered out, only to see a deep bone knife mark on his right arm suddenly appeared, and a bright red blood mark was also left on his cheek. After that scream, I saw his wide monk's robe flicked, and the figure flickered, and suddenly disappeared into this courtyard. Only the shocking blood flowers were left all over the ground, which were particularly piercing under the sunlight.

After Ling Tianyun raised his knife and slashed down in the air, he felt that his body seemed to be evacuated, and his brain suddenly fell into an endless dark place, and then he lost consciousness, "plopped", and fell to the ground. His surroundings were stained with the blood of the enemy, as terrifying as the bloodthirsty Shura.

"Poof", Zhang Xiaofeng's face changed, he opened his mouth and spewed out a layer of blood mist, and his cold face also became dead ash, and his expression immediately withered. I saw that his frost hair was messy, his long sword was on the ground, and his body was almost shaking and falling, but he was still standing proudly like a green pine in the wind and snow. The blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and although there was no brilliant light in his eyes, he showed a tenacious and unyielding look.

Dugu Aoxue only suffered a slight fluctuation in her strength, and she was not seriously injured, and she was the only one present who could still move. The scene just now was deeply imprinted in her mind, the indomitable Xuanyi boy Ling Tianyun, and the chivalrous and courageous peerless swordsman, they drove away the powerful Western Regions demon monk with an absolutely weak side, at this moment, her heart was extremely shocked.

At this moment, a blood-like sunlight suddenly shone obliquely, the earth was a red color, and beyond the sky, a blood-like fireball fell down in the west. Dugu Aoxue looked at the incomparably poignant sunset, her expression was so complicated, there were emotions and touches, as well as the instinctive feelings that were inspired in her heart.

The sunset was so poignant, like blood crying, and the red afterglow shrouded the holy Dugu Aoxue in the white dress, making her body glow with a faint blood-colored halo. The soft and white jade-like face, the tall and graceful figure, under the sunset, are like fairies in the painting.

Imperial capital, within the Great Zhou Palace, Cide Palace,

The blood-red afterglow of the sunset enveloped the world-shattering palace, which seemed to be draped in a neon feather coat. And in the garden outside the hall, there are four or five people enjoying the poignant picture brought by the sunset, which is the last sunset evening of the year.

The old man with silver hair and vicissitudes on his face was none other than Guo Wei, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and beside him was Chai Rong, the righteous son of Jin who had a slender figure and an extraordinary heroic face. There were several gold-armored guards standing in this courtyard, and Zhao Kuangyin, who was born with red cheeks, was suddenly among them. In addition to them, there is also a kind old monk wearing a coarse cloth monk's robe, and a thirty-year-old man dressed in a strong suit with an extraordinary temperament, and that man is Fu Heng, the helmsman of the Shengyang Sect, the first sect in the Central Plains.

"Thank you for the master's wonderful rejuvenation, and I respect the master's compassion even more, so that the widow is grateful." Guo Wei's face improved, and a faint flush appeared on his vicissitudes of life. And his qi is even more powerful, presumably this monk cured his illness.

"Amitabha, Your Majesty's words are serious, and Huai Su is ashamed." This monk is the master of Wutai Mountain, and he put his hands together and said lightly to Guo Wei.

"Father-in-law, if you are recovering from a serious illness, let's go back to the temple." Chai Rong saw the cold wind gusting outside the courtyard, and couldn't help but persuade Guo Wei.

"It's okay, it's not too late to go back when the sunset has all set, but it's been a long time since I've seen such a poignant sunset." Guo Wei couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and looked at the sky in the distance.