Now Mo Zongli is holding on with an unfailing will, and King Mu Jingmu has also reached the limit, Liu Sheng Zongyan was seriously injured by Xin Guiyun and lost his combat effectiveness, and the same is true for Yin Yi. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Just kill the two of you," Mo Zongli said to himself.

Mo Zongli wanted to make a move, but found that his body was completely unresponsive and couldn't move, and after the thunder appeared, it fell silent, and he couldn't even mobilize his abilities. King Mu Ren and Mu Jing made another move, using their last strength to kill Mo Zongli, who was panting and didn't even have the strength to dodge.

The eagle claws of the two of them grabbed Mo Zongli's heart one left and one right, and the blood in Mo Zongli's mouth overflowed and his feet staggered and he was about to fall, but they would never be able to knock down a man who had stood up to the sky for a lifetime, Mo Zongli roared wildly and hugged Mu Jing and Mu Ren Wang with the last fire of life. Both of them were frightened by Mo Zongli's sudden movements, and Mo Zongli's two arms tied them to Mo Zongli like iron cables.

"Boys, farewell" was the last thing Mo Zongli said.

Mo Zongli flew towards the snowy mountain with Mu Jing and the Mu Dynasty, and the raging thunder dragon reappeared, and the white tiger also entrenched with the thunder dragon on the left and right. The speed was getting faster and faster, and King Mu and Mu Jing were horrified to find that Mo Zongli wanted to carry the two of them to die together. Mu Jing took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it at Mo Zongli's body, Mo Zongli was now unconscious, he only knew how to hold them.

"Old man..."

Lei Long and Bai Hu followed Mo Zongli towards the Ten Thousand Years Snow Mountain, and the Yangshan thieves couldn't help but shed tears, this legendary martial artist with a violent personality but full of tenderness gave them too much. Ji Fang also woke up after taking the pill, and looked at Mo Zongli kneeling on the ground in tears in the last moment of his stay in this world, and he was half stunned when he couldn't pay it, and knelt down towards the place where Mo Zongli disappeared in the Great Snow Mountain, and all the Yangshan thieves knelt down with tears, and watched their king, the mighty Mo Zongli finish the last journey.

Xiao Jin took Han Tongwen and hurriedly chased in the direction of Mo Zongli, Mu Jing struggled frantically, and Mu Renwang's dagger didn't know how many times it was stabbed, but Mo Zongli never let go of his arm. The snowy mountain is getting closer and closer, and the king of Mu people gritted his teeth and slashed at Mo Zongli's arm, this dagger is also a rare sharp weapon, without the vajra body, Mo Zongli's arm was directly cut off, and the king of Mu people got out. Mo Zongli felt some pain in his body, and found that King Mu had escaped, but he didn't have the strength to chase after him, so he could only hold Mu Jing tighter.

A golden eagle eagle hovered not far from Mo Zongli's body, and Han Tongwen sat quietly on Xiao Jin's back. Mo Zongli thought about it and seemed to have some things that he hadn't achieved, the corners of his mouth opened and closed, Mo Zongli's voice was like thunder under the addition of the spiritual appearance, everyone heard Mo Zongli talking, but they didn't understand what Mo Zongli said, only Han Tongwen froze, because Mo Zongli could actually speak the words of the Roman Empire, only he understood what Mo Zongli said.

"Don't worry, I will fulfill your last wish"

Mo Zongli has long been exhausted, and now it is only the twin spirits of the thunder dragon and the white tiger that are protecting Mo Zongli independently. The snow-capped mountains have existed for thousands of years, and even if they are cross-current, they are still standing, and Mo Zongli has a smile on his face in the face of the last journey of his life.

"Brother Mo...," a soft and lithe woman shouted.

"You want me to get married? No, I don't!"

Faced with the woman he loved abandoning everything to marry him, the young Mo Zongli was frightened and ran away in a panic, what he wanted was freedom, freedom without any restraints, but his departure was also the last time the two met.

"Don't be a drunkard, take out your treasured wine, don't be so stingy"

"Drunkard, do you want to gamble"

"Mo Zongli, Lao Tzu is not finished with you"

"It's finally over..."

Mo Zongli closed his eyes peacefully, as if he had seen everything in his dreams over the years, his lover, his rivals, his enemies, his friends. The past is like smoke, Mo Zongli's journey has been very long, so long that it has reached an end that is difficult for the warriors of an era to reach, and now it has come to an end, and there is no regret in his heart.

Mo Zongli crashed headlong into the 10,000-year-old Snow Mountain, and the White Tiger Spirit looked up to the sky and roared and then crashed into the Great Snow Mountain without hesitation, the Thunder Dragon Spirit was entrenched for nine days, gathering terrifying thunder abilities, this Thunder Dragon also crashed towards the Great Snow Mountain, Mo Zongli and Mu Jing, the two peerless martial saints, fell at the same time!

Pear blossoms bloom, spring treatment, pear blossoms fall, spring into the mud, this life is only for one person. Ancient and modern heroes, even if Mo Zongli is so vertical and horizontal, he can't escape the word love, and he can't extricate himself for decades!

Maybe you can't use pear blossom to describe this brave man in ancient and modern times, but it can best compare to Mo Zongli's heart. He has been seeking his freedom and the pinnacle of martial arts all his life, and he has also received all the honors and praises, occupying the position of the number one martial artist in the world until the moment he leaves. But everyone can only see Mo Zongli's strongest and domineering side, but they didn't find Mo Zongli's deep wounds, when he was invincible, he found that his freedom and the pinnacle of martial arts were only exchanged for loneliness and loneliness, which was not what he wanted, the iron-clad man thought about turning back, but when he looked back, it was no longer a person, and it was only his wine that accompanied him to the end for so many years.

Han Tongwen wiped his face, I don't know when he started crying, Mo Zongli's voice can be called magnificent, but Han Tongwen felt a little desolate.

This is Mo Zongli's life, when he was young, he fought against Wu Wuji, Du Kaiyuan, Qin Wanjian and countless strong men, and proudly won the Tang martial arts world with an undefeated record. Now in the last battle of his life, he still maintains this brilliance, defeating the five martial saints, the great elder Ashinari died, the hidden killing of the lord of the building, the martial saint Yin Yi was disabled, the Liu Sheng Sect of the Liu Sheng family was seriously injured, the master of the Snow Mountain Temple, Mu Renwang, was seriously injured, and the previous hall master Mu Jing died, such a brilliant record is enough to prove that he is invincible in the world's armed forces, no matter how fierce the attack of the five people is, Mo Zongli has never fallen once.

With the sound of a violent explosion coming from the snow-capped mountain, everyone knew that this legendary martial artist, the undefeated god of war who had been in the Tang Dynasty martial arts world for more than thirty years, bid farewell to the mortal world that he had long been tired of in the most heroic way.

The snow-capped mountains shook violently, and those who participated in this battle will never forget the scene in front of them, and the snow-capped mountains that have stood for countless years have actually begun to collapse!

"Daisetsuzan ... I was knocked down by the old man!"

King Mu's heart now can't describe him with incomparable remorse, what he regrets most in this life is that he got into trouble with the Yangshan thief, and he got into trouble with the old man, if time can come back, King Mu will definitely choose to hand over the Snow Girl and the Great Elder without hesitation. Now that the Great Snow Mountain has fallen, the Great Elder and the Snow Maiden are also dead, and the Snow Mountain Shrine is completely finished except for him and those Great Martial Sects, King Mu Ren stood in place and felt the sky spinning, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Hall Master, now is not the time to be depressed," the wolf guard said when he saw the decadent King Muren.

"Don't be depressed, what do we have now?" the King of Mu Ren smiled very sadly.

"As long as you are still here, we still have hope of rising, although we have suffered heavy losses in this war, but after all, we have won. We still have the next generation of martial artists Mu, the Holy Maiden, and all of them are still alive, and with them, the foundation of our Snow Mountain Temple will not fall!" Wolf Wei comforted as much as he could.

"Yes, our Snow Mountain Temple has not fallen yet" King Mu seemed to grasp the last straw to save his life, this battle, whether it was the Yangshan Thieves or the Snow Mountain Temple, did not let the most elite disciples participate, in order to ensure that the inheritance would not be broken when the most unpredictable appeared. King Muren's extremely talented son is still there, and the next generation of saints is still there, and his son can become a new generation of martial saints as quickly as possible. Mu Shaoqing, Qinglian, Ashinashu, thinking of these three extremely talented young people, King Mu was slightly relieved.

"Wolf Guard, regroup, today I will kill all the Yangshan thieves" All the grief and anger turned into the desire to kill.

Yin Yi and Liu Shengzong were not lightly injured, and they quietly withdrew from the battlefield after seeing that Mo Zongli was really dead, their purpose had been achieved, and there was no need to stay here. Seeing that the people from the Snow Mountain Temple were surrounded again, the Yangshan thieves couldn't help but hug tightly, surrounding Ji Fang and Fu Ming, who had lost their combat effectiveness, in the middle.

Ji Fang took a look at the situation, and now the battle is only adding to the senseless losses, "Brothers, retreat"

"Retreat, the old man died in the Snow Mountain Temple, so let's go back like this?" the Xue family brothers scolded angrily.

"What's the point of staying now," Ji Fang exclaimed.

"Retreat, the old man wants to die with King Mu and Mu Jing, just to let these martial saints fall down, so that we can retreat, you are fighting now, you are disobeying the old man's wishes," Xu Ce said.