Museum of Demons

A little stream of light bloomed from Wei Yuan's fingertips, and then with the process of slashing with fingers together, it gradually spread out and fell to the center of the tiger's eyebrows. Between the sky and the earth, there was a moment of silence, and the tiger's eyes narrowed, followed closely behind. , behind the white tiger figure that has spread for an unknown number of miles, a crack appeared between the eyebrows.

The rift grew wider and began to spread at an exaggerated speed.

Finally, under the absent-minded gaze of everyone, the majestic and vast white tiger form was cut from the middle, and then fell to the sides, suddenly turning into churning clouds. It collapsed until it was no different from ordinary clouds and mist, without the previous power.

He could barely control the remaining wind power, and his black eyes overlooked the tiger.

This sword cuts off the foundation of your god.

It's just that he himself has also lost the divine nature of Wuzhiqi, and the previous manipulative sword is already the last afterglow. In the tiger's light yellow eyes, the anger is suppressed for a moment. The previous altar chains could no longer restrain him at this moment, and he broke free.

Wei Yuan pressed the mobile phone in his clothes, and then dropped it casually.

Raise your hand.

The Eight-faced Han Sword fell into Wei Yuan's hands.

The tiger also has a Han-made war sword in his hand.

Then, he suddenly rushed forward to cut off Wei Yuan, who had cut off the foundation of his god. Wei Yuan controlled the wind, and the eight-sided Han sword in his palm slashed down, colliding with the sword in the tiger's palm, screaming loudly, and the powerful force made Wei Yuan His palms were numb, and he could hardly hold the weapon in his hand, but he still gritted his teeth and fought again.

Even though the two didn't have the means of being like immortal gods before, they were able to fly against the wind and win the battle against the sea of ​​clouds.

The people below couldn't help either.

The weapons loaded by the fighter jets were almost completely exhausted just now, and the two people who were fighting at this moment were too close, and Wei Yuan would be injured if they were not careful. Extremely prosperous, directly approaching Wei Yuan's vital point.

Wei Yuan turned around to dodge, the sword in his hand barely blocked this move, and he never exchanged injuries with the tiger.

This time the momentum dropped.

The tiger holds a sword and volleys into the air to attack violently, and its moves are domineering and vigorous.

For a moment, Wei Yuan only had the strength to resist.

And the two of them also kept falling from high altitude, relying on the means of Yufeng, there is no need to worry about falling directly to death, Wei Yuan held his sword again, and the sword qi overflowing from the edge of the sword tore a hole in his clothes, Fighting back with the sword in his hand, his clothes were blown away by the wind, revealing the jade pendant hanging around his neck.

Yulong Pei.

Qinhuang's jade pendant, once a token of Heibingtai Jingruiyuan.

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Just now Wei Yuan sent the last news on his mobile phone.

Moreover, he naturally did not wear the jade dragon on his body without the slightest intention.

The tiger and Wei Yuan are fighting in the air. The former is unwilling to be too far away from Wei Yuan at this moment in order to avoid being targeted by human weapons, and his strength, even if he loses the foundation of the gods, is still above Wei Yuan at this moment. The tiger's instinct, and being able to feel the killing intent and hostility, avoided several attacks in advance.

Wei Yuan felt a murderous intent between his eyebrows getting stronger and stronger.

about there.

He retreated abruptly, and unexpectedly gave up on his own initiative, leaving the battle situation, and the tiger naturally followed closely behind.

Unknowingly, he and Wei Yuan switched positions once. The swords in their hands blocked each other. There was an extremely strong hissing and roaring sound.

Tigers are fierce tigers, so they can judge instinctively, and have not found any hostility towards themselves.

So I didn't pay attention at first.

And when he reacted, it was already too late.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to clasp the tiger, his eyes were burning like fire, and from the edge of the sky, there was a black light rushing over from Quanshi, with the familiar aura of Wei Yuan on it, it was the weapon of the brave and unparalleled since ancient times, It is a relic of the number one military strategist, and it represents the bravery of being undefeated on the battlefield!

His last message was to get Shui Gui and Binghun to open the box of the Overlord Gun.

Because the hostility was aimed at Wei Yuan.

Even the tiger didn't notice it.

The chilling air pierced through the sky, as if the distant battlefield had descended again, as if the criss-crossing veteran rode his horse again and held a battle gun in his hand. Then, the illusion dissipated, and the Overlord Spear pierced through the mountain in front of Wei Yuan without hesitation. Jun, then, also pierced through Wei Yuan's shoulder.

Zhang Daoling Fajian intercepted the Overlord Spear at the last moment.

The two psychic weapons fought instinctively in the air.

Wei Yuan's face was pale.

Blood spewed from the tiger's mouth, and the military's savage aura briefly broke through the clean spirit in the mountains that he obtained later. He and Wei Yuan glared at each other, and finally kicked each other hard, and separated in the air like stones He fell heavily, but fortunately this place is not far from the top of a mountain, so the two of them fell to their deaths simultaneously.

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Both Wei Yuan and the tiger fell heavily to the ground, lost their divinity, exhausted their mana, and were seriously injured.

Even physical strength is constantly passing away along with the injury.

The severe pain distorted Wei Yuan's face, but without hesitation, he staggered to his feet, holding the Eight-faced Han Sword tightly, and the tiger who was in a state of embarrassment got up at the same time, and the latter had already abandoned the body of the tiger. Still in human form, the two looked at each other, then shouted angrily, stepped forward, and slashed across with the Han sword in their palms.

The two swords kept intersecting, making clank and whistle.

When the distinction between gods and humans is lost, the control of the power of heaven and earth, and mana are lost, what can be used to fight in the end is the courage to draw the sword, the will to not back down, and the most instinctive combat experience , which has nothing to do with good or evil.

Swords and swords interlaced, neither giving in.

Siamese surgery is used.

In the late Eastern Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms era, the teaching of the generals of the Yellow Turban Army.

And the swordsmanship of the generals of Wang Mang's army in the late Western Han Dynasty.

The two sides were almost evenly matched, they exchanged small injuries for greater advantages, could not retreat, did not spare themselves, did not give in, blood continued to splash out, the tiger stabbed out with a sword, and was caught by Wei Yuan's armpit, and Wei Yuan's sword edge Also being firmly grasped by the palm of the tiger, Wei Yuan suddenly lowered his head and hit him hard.

There was a sharp pain, and both sides rolled back.

It was almost gone in one breath.

Wei Yuan was out of breath, his vision was blurred, he looked back, and vaguely saw the tallest building in Yingtian Mansion in his vision, and remembered what he said, what he likes most is a peaceful life, this is what everyone in this era expectations, but they all know how their peaceful life came about.

When you need to stand in front of yourself, you will not hesitate.

Why hesitate?

This is my home...

Wei Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth heavily, the world was behind him, he stood up staggeringly, the Eight-faced Han sword in his hand neighed angrily, spat out a mouthful of blood, and ran forward.

You fucking!

The tiger supported the earth and stood up, his gaze was still concentrated, and fell behind the opponent in front of him. There was a vast sky, a distant sky, and an unrestrained, hearty self and future. He held the sword in his hand without hesitation. Get up, hold the sword in both hands.

die!

The two made a last-ditch effort, stepped forward, rushed forward, turned around suddenly, and drew out their swords. At this moment, the sword paths were incomparably similar. They both gathered all their strength and stabbed at the vital heart. The tiger thought of when they fought in the sky earlier, Wei Yuan retreated from the scene where he was at the critical point, and his will was firm again.

In the end, there is nothing external, no divinity, no power.

Even experience and courage are useless, what any living being relies on is will.

Wei Yuan turned his back to the world, while the tiger glared at the sky.

Two swords, one to reproduce the legend, the other to cut off the past.

But none of them hesitated at all, and they were extremely decisive. Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, they pierced each other's hearts without hesitation. In this confrontation, neither party's will showed cowardice and retreat, and it ushered in the unique, most powerful Tragic scene.

The tiger's body is no longer a soul, and the corners of his mouth are almost gushing blood like Wei Yuan's.

Up to this point in the battle, at least it has been hearty.

At this moment, he suddenly found that his sword pierced the opponent's heart, but a burst of fresh air overflowed, as if it was high in the sky, condensed into petals, and the tiger's eyes shrank slightly.

Kunlun Immortal Flower...

Is it to deliberately mislead you to avoid it before?

He made such a plan from the beginning?

Wei Yuan firmly grasped the tiger's war sword with his left hand, shouted angrily, broke it with all his strength, and then stepped forward, his left hand was dripping with blood, and the sword fragments in his hand were cut from the tiger's throat, and Wei Yuan's body was thus Exhausting the last of his strength, he brushed past the tiger and fell heavily to the ground.

Heartily, with a wanton look——

General!

I won.

PS: Chess terms, generals. 2600 characters~

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Today's second update... Although it is the end, it is too late. It is barely past twelve o'clock. After all, it is not yet one o'clock. Good night everyone~