"Don't go...... Don't go......" Chu Xunyu lay on the ground, looking at the back of the hideous deterioration, and tried his best to open his mouth to shout something, but he couldn't make a sound just by opening his mouth, this feeling, déjà vu, when he became dumb in the polar land, it was like this.

At this time, Chu Xunyu's whole body was covered with scorched wounds, blood was constantly gushing out, his lips were burned by the flames of the fierce ghost, and there seemed to be a flame in his throat that was scorching himself, blowing away the ends of the hair scattered on his face with rough air that came in and out from time to time, and his eyes were blurred. The last move of the fierce just now was extremely weird, but it was extremely powerful, and he actually let a large piece of the aura in his body lose in an instant, and he was in an unguarded state, and a large number of Huangquan Hundred Ghosts and Yan Difficult Ghosts roared, and all the attacks were solidly bombarded on his body, which was beyond the limit of what he could bear, and he couldn't grasp it on the spot, and he fell down with serious injuries.

Seeing that hope is in front of him, but he can't grasp it, the mystery on Xiao Xiao's body is about to be solved, but because his strength is too weak to touch, Chu Xunyu can't forgive himself now, why is he so weak, after so many years, at the moment when the second person in the world fought seriously, he was killed and defeated, what kind of loss is this? What kind of remorse? What kind of pain is this? Chu Xunyu was very disappointed, and the sense of loss even replaced the sense of failure, because this was the only time in so many years that he could touch Xiao Xiao's other world, but because of his own incompetence, he watched himself miss, and he had mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't know what to say, and even had a self-deprecating urge to cry.

Chu Xunyu can't even move his fingers now, he closed his eyes, wanted to calm himself down for a while, and suddenly remembered a long time ago, when he was at home, the eldest children in the family bullied him and snatched his most beloved bamboo horse toy, which was made by his sister for himself, and it was his most beloved thing, but at that time, he was young and weak, and he watched a few older children snatch it, and his heart at that time seemed to be a little the same as he is now, suffering and grievances, and despair was mixed with disappointment.

Later, when my father passed by, he begged his father to help him come back, but my father shook his head and refused, so he asked himself to take it back, and he held back his tears, hid behind his chair in fear, shook his head and said, "I can't beat them." ”

"Then you're going to give up?" asked the father quietly.

"No, I don't want to give up. ”

"Then go get it back. ”

"I can't beat them, I'm afraid ......"

"What are you afraid of?" my father suddenly laughed and said softly, "In this life of a man, there are always some things that are worth guarding with your life, if you can't protect it, then you are alive, it is equivalent to death, because you have no hope to illuminate the distance where you are going, if you try your best, even if you fail, you are gone, but you will never, still live, this is the fate of men, my child." ”

"Yes, in this life, there are some things that are indeed worth guarding with life. Chu Xunyu silently thought, isn't Xiao Xiao exactly his precious thing? If he was so humiliated and let go of this opportunity, then in the second half of his life, it is estimated that he will also be in pain and loss, but in this life, because of himself, there is no hope. Thinking of this, the figure of the man in the polar land appeared in the depths of his heart again, and the peerless white figure stood between a dark blue heaven and earth, turned around, and asked with an arrogant smile: "Xiao Siyi, have you forgotten the last dignity of the swordsman?"

"No, no, no......" Chu Xunyu struggled to stand up, stumbled and fell again, but this time he didn't give up, holding on to the long sword and trying to raise his knees, every inch of the joint was creaking, holding back the pain all over his body, and muttering to himself, "I haven't forgotten...... I haven't forgotten...... cough, cough...... Didn't forget...... Seven Words of the Sword Road ......"

"Perseverance!" Chu Xunyu touched the hilt of the sword.

"Courage!" raised his knees.

"Fair!" slowly propped up his upper body.

"Dignity!" held the sword in both hands and secretly exerted force.

"Calm down!" gasped.

"Trust!" stood up slightly.

"Faith!" Raising his head, holding his long sword, he looked at the world again, letting the blood ooze out of his body, frantically absorbing the aura, repairing his body, Chu Xunyu took a deep breath and shouted towards the hideous back, "You come back to me! I'm not dead yet......"

"Not dead...... Not dead...... It's not ...... dead" echoes reached the ears of the hideous, and when he turned around in confusion, he saw Chu Xunyu, who was full of wounds, still standing there, and couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart, it seems that the strong physique of the martial cultivator and the Yimu aura of the medical path saved his life at a critical time, and it cannot be said that this is also a talent.

As soon as he turned around, he appeared not far from Chu Xunyu, he squinted his eyes, looked at Chu Xunyu, and asked puzzledly, "What are you still standing up for? Isn't it good to just go with the wind here? At least there will be the last bit of dignity." ”

"Dignity...... It was earned by one's own struggle, not by oneself. Chu Xunyu licked his chapped lips and stared at the grim face seriously.

Grim shook his head: "Stupid, look at your current appearance, there is nothing, in front of me, your tricks are useless, this is self-defeating." ”

"I've had the consciousness of death for a long time, what about you?" Chu Xunyu showed a clear smile, which looked particularly eye-catching in the messy ends of his hair.

"Yes......" The fox also felt the meaning of Chu Xunyu's smile at this time, so he also smiled, the smile was so hearty, he nodded, "I understand, Siyi of the Yaowang Mansion, I think I have seen your enlightenment, worthy of the same name as me, Zhongyuan Bajun, your courage proves that you have this qualification, even so, I will meet your requirements, let the foolish brother I, see you off." ”

After speaking, he took out the eyeball wooden staff and waved it gently: "All things are spirits, Huangquan - a hundred ghosts walk at night, let this dead man who is crying all over the sky send you to that world." Suddenly, the undead all over the sky, with a roaring sound, rushed towards Chu Xunyu who was standing there.

Chu Xunyu remained motionless at this time, holding the long sword in his hand, closing his eyes, feeling every bit of spiritual energy in the heaven and earth, and said softly: "May the breeze spread my thoughts, so that every grass and tree in this vast world will be turned into my sword, sword intent - the wind of the sword!"

A gust of wind blew, and the undead in the sky suddenly shattered in an instant without warning, and he was taken aback: "What?"

The next moment, there were a few cracks in the eyeball wooden staff in the vicious hand, and finally with a "click", the eyeball wooden staff actually shattered......