The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

There is a bottomless gap before the road of martyrdom, which is the trace left by Chu Wanning's previous use of the technique of splitting corpses.At this time, the rain was pouring down into the gully like a roaring waterfall.

Above the chasm, a man in a black-and-gold robe turned his back to them, holding a Modao with one hand, and volleyed into the air.

Hearing the movement, the man moved his fingertips slightly and turned his head slowly.

It's ink burning!

In the hunting wind, the heart seemed to be chopped by an axe, and Chu Wanning stared at the person in front of him in disbelief. ……what on earth is it? !

Rumbling--

Pale electric lights flickered, and then thunder broke out.

The pale light illuminated the blood-stained face of Emperor Taxian.That face was so terrifying that Shi Mo couldn't help but took a step back.

But Chu Wanning involuntarily took two steps forward.

bloodstains.

The whole face was covered with bloodstains, except for the face, every inch of exposed skin was also criss-crossed, and the flesh and blood turned up.He was like a corpse that had been dismembered but failed because the blade was not sharp enough. There were cracks all over his body, but the handsome appearance of the past still remained between his eyebrows and eyes.

"..."

Chu Wanning's lips were blue and white. He stood in the pouring rain and looked at the living dead who was cut into pieces.

The living dead also stared at him, with blood and tears in their black and white pupils.

Ta Xianjun's consciousness was blurred, memory and memory were fighting, soul and soul were fighting fiercely, perhaps because it was too painful, he couldn't help holding half of his face with the hand that didn't hold the knife.

Black and red blood and rain dripped from the fingers.

His thick eyelashes trembled, showing the anger of Ta Xianjun and the confusion of Grandmaster Mo: "...Why did you treat me like this?"

Chu Wanning: "..."

"Why did you kill me?" The man was stunned, with the reflection of Chu Wanning in his pupils.Slowly, his expression became helpless and submissive, and he murmured: "Master, is there something wrong with me?"

"Do not……"

"Did I upset you again?"

Listening to his voice, Chu Wanning's mind was broken, and everything was chaotic.He thought, is it Ta Xianjun in the rain curtain?No... no, that's ink burning.

Whether it is Emperor Stepping Immortal or Grandmaster Mo, they are all burned by ink.

Mo Ran was soaked in blood, and walked towards him staggeringly, under the blood stains was a corpse-white face, and there was no focus in the opened eyes, only a vast sadness.

"How can I let you down. You have to treat me like this."

The rainwater almost penetrated into Chu Wanning's bones, shivering coldly.He just watched Mo Ran walking towards him step by step, Mo Ran was crying, and his eyes were full of blood.

"Don't beat me with a whip again... I will still be hurt... no matter how stupid and slow you are...you hit me... I will still be hurt... Master..."

Trembling from subtle to severe, to standing unsteadily, Chu Wanning almost collapsed.

He knelt down, curled up in the heavy rain, his stomach seemed to be torn apart by sharp claws, and at this moment he was more like a dead man than Mo Ran in front of him.

"I'm sorry..." Chu Wanning was hoarse and mournful, "...I'm sorry..."

Your scars are as long as my pain.

Your blood of hatred finally swallowed on my body.

He knelt in front of Mo Ran, hunched over, shivering, and raised his head almost with all the remaining courage of the rest of his life, but because he glanced at the body that had been lingering by himself, he finally broke down in tears: "I'm sorry for you... ..."

He didn't know what went wrong, probably because a living dead person with a piece of soul still could not be regarded as a real corpse, so the Ripper Spell did not take full effect.

Mo Ran didn't die, but he tended to go crazy.Memories of pain or madness, confusion or misery in his life flooded up one after another.

He is Mo Weiyu, he is Grandmaster Mo, he is Ta Xianjun, and he is Xiao Ran'er.

Countless fragments made up the dilapidated man in front of him.

"Ink burning..."

Hearing his voice, Mo Ran's pupils turned slightly.He stopped in his tracks, the rainwater was all red around his feet, and the ground was covered with blood.

After a pause, the man with split consciousness suddenly became irritable, as if he was occupied by another consciousness, he began to pace back and forth, the sinister expression on this distorted face became more and more terrifying.

"Chu Wanning! You hate me so much, you want my life at all costs, don't you?"

"This seat also hates you so much! I wish I could tear you into pieces and eat my guts, I wish I could let you die forever! You can't blame me, you killed me—!"

The sleeves of the robe are hunting, and the eyes are wide open.

He was furious and angry, and it seemed that the next moment he was going to violently strangle Chu Wanning's throat and crush him into pieces.

But it's like a bow that breaks before it's full, or a sword that breaks before it's out.

There was only a loud bang, and a blue light penetrated into Ta Xianjun's chest, and Ta Xianjun's eyes dimmed, and he suddenly fell silent.After a few pauses, he slowly stood up straight, and stood beside the road of martyrdom alone in extreme cold.

Chu WanNing turned back and saw Shi Mei staggeringly supporting the rock, still maintaining the posture of throwing the charm, a pair of peach blossom eyes were fierce and fierce, shining with a fierce luster.

"It's almost the same as recounting the old days." Shi Mei gritted his molars, raised his fingers, and stared at the bloody Emperor Taxian, "You know what is the most important thing. Since you are not dead, go quickly to replace it. I have collected the last thirty chess pieces!"

"Hurry up," he said, panting, "we can't delay any longer."

Under the flame of the spell, Ta Xianjun's face, which was originally chaotic and intertwined with good and evil, gradually became as calm as stagnant water, as cold as frost and snow.

Whether it was madness or resentment in his eyes, all emotions disappeared.

Ta Xianjun nodded concisely towards Shi Mei, and the flame of Mo Dao in his hand lit up.He replied almost numbly: "Yes, Master."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and lowered the protective spell to protect Shi Mo, and then the black robe flew up like an eagle, intending to fly towards the front hall.But when Fang rose to midair, a figure stood in front of him.

Chu WanNing stopped him.

His whole body was soaked, his heart had already been crushed and trampled to pieces, and he wished he could just turn into dust and be smashed to pieces in the storm.

But he still had to stop.

"It would be nice if more people had a better life..."

That was what Mo Ran said to him when he was awake, so even if it hurts and exhausted, he will last until the last moment.

Chu Wanning said hoarsely: "Huaisha, call."

Ta Xianjun looked at the familiar golden light in his palm, his eyebrows frowning.

Huaisha.

rainstorm.

The world is falling apart.There is no limit to the sea of ​​blood.

Years ago, they had a similar day.On that day, they devoted all their blood to each other and devoted their lives to fighting until the world changed color and the golden crow sank to the west.

Unexpectedly, the master-student battle in the previous life would come to the world again after a long period of time.

Maybe there is always a doom in the life of a person, just like Nangong Si is doomed to die in his prime, Ye Wangxi is doomed to become a confidant, and the pinnacle of life and death is doomed to escape.Stepping Xianjun and Chu Wanning are destined to face each other with swords and swords.

Either hate or love.

Can't escape.

"No return. Summoned."

With Shen Chi's low voice, the blue light shone brightly on Ta Xianjun's eyes.Now he is under the strongest control by the teacher, and there is no wave in his eyes. He is like a mirror from hell, reflecting the cold and lonely figure of Chu Wanning in the rain.

The sword energy pierces the clouds, and the sword defies the rain!

In the gust of wind, two figures, one black and one white, intertwined and killed each other, spiritual currents collided!

They quickly removed their moves from the wind and rain, and they walked on the ground in an instant, the wind was raging, and the water splashed around the two of them, like foam from a sea of ​​snow, or dust and smoke from spears.No one was slacking off, fighting each other with all their strength, all the way from the back mountain to the front of the Tongtian Tower.

The momentum of this battle shook the ground, and all the people on the mountain and below were startled for a while, and they all looked up at each other——

"Is it Chu Wanning?"

"He, why did he fight Mo Ran? Aren't they two in the same group?"

The raindrops are like thousands of horses trampling wildly, at the peak of death and life, the golden light in Chu Wanning's hands penetrates the sun, piercing the chest of the fairy king!However, before the rays of light approached, there was a loud cracking sound, and the mighty flames gushed out of the Immortal Monarch's palm with the momentum of lava splashing, like a volcanic torrent swallowing up the golden light in one go!

"boom!"

In an instant, broken tiles and bricks were scattered everywhere, and the surrounding trees were uprooted.

Jiang Xi was leading the crowd to fight against the chess pieces in front of the mountain gate. He reacted very quickly and shouted sharply: "Be careful!" After saying that, he opened a barrier to protect the surrounding people. The towering giant trees all fell on his barrier.

Jiang Xi found it extremely difficult to support, spurting out a mouthful of blood in an instant, and knelt down on one knee, his lips and teeth were scarlet.

"Quickly open the enchantment! I can't stop the second time!"

Many monks only remembered in a panic at this time, and hurriedly stretched out their enchantment umbrellas.They raised their heads and looked in the direction of the Tongtian Tower, and they couldn't help being a little stunned at the moment. Mo Weiyu and Chu Wanning, what kind of strength is this...

In front of the pagoda of the Futu, the two masters and apprentices fought more and more fiercely, and Chu Wanning gritted his teeth to deal with every move and style that Ta Xianjun used.Apart from him, there is probably no other person in this world who can withstand so many attacks from Dijun.

Only Chu WanNing can.

——The man in front of him, wiping the tip of the knife, and dodging with his feet, are all the same as before, and they were all taught by Chu Wanning himself.

It was at the peak of death and life, and several times even in front of the Tongtian Tower, he adjusted Mo Ran's posture with his hands, and repeatedly told him the formula.From an ignorant and ignorant boy, all the way to the moment when the swords collided.

This is the second peak duel between the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable Chu Wanning and his disciple Ta Immortal Emperor Jun Mo Weiyu.

In that scene back then, Chu WanNing came with a sword in his arms, and there was still hope in his heart.He thought he could save a disciple who had gone astray, and he went all out for it.

But this time, Chu Wanning knew that there was no turning back, no matter whether he won or lost, the person he wanted to redeem the most would never come back.

Stepping Xianjun said in a low voice: "Those who stop me will die."

There seemed to be a flash of the scene when the young Mo Ran was practicing swords. The youthful child, with fine sweat on his forehead, stepped on the bamboo in the rising morning light to fly into the air, pulled out three sword flowers, and landed lightly on the ground.

He turned his head and grinned at Chu Wanning, with deep dimples: "Master, Master, do you think I have learned well?"

The flames rose from the palm and split horizontally into the chest ribs.

Chu WanNing got out of the way, and Ta Xianjun's bloody palm rubbed against his lapel.

But at the beginning, when Mo Ran was competing with him in the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, it was clearly the same trick. At that time, the palms of the young people were still narrow and long, and there were no scars.

The young man was very gentle when he looked sideways at him, then smiled and held his hand and said, "No more beatings, the beatings will never end."

The knife screamed, and the sword groaned.

Chu Wanning suddenly remembered that in Yuliang Village, Mo Ran eagerly took him to watch the social drama by the lake together, the copper rods rang, and the drum strings were noisy.

In the ear, the actor sang loudly: "The overlord is exhausted——"

A face was smeared with colorful oil paint on the stage, and Mo Ran under the stage watched intently. Chu Wanning raised his head, and Mo Ran immediately pulled himself out of the eternal sorrow and raised his eyes from his childhood long-cherished wish.

He smiled and asked him, "Does it look good?"

The eyes were dark and moist.

Chu Wanning once felt that those dramas were lengthy and babbling, and he wished he could split a word into three words to sing. He didn't understand what it sounded like.But at this moment, he really wanted to go back to the theater theater in Yuliang Village.

The pine oil blew up the fire, and Wu Sheng encouraged himself to blow towards the river, the rivers and lakes were brilliant.It would be great if that scene could be sung for a lifetime.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly lost his mind, Huaisha was shot down by No Return!

It was the same back then, when the Excalibur fell behind, he immediately swooped back and summoned Tian Wen to block it temporarily.But this time, the strength of Stepping Xianjun was closer, so before Chu Wanning had time to retreat, the unsheathed black knife pointed at his chest.

Ta Xianjun narrowed his eyes.

His eyes were gray, and he couldn't tell who he was pointing at with his knife.I only know that the opponent's spirit is exhausted, like a person who runs at night on Liangshan Mountain, listening to the reed pipe all night, surrounded by singing.

All that is left is the stubborn resistance in the dead end.

"Something in the way."

The thin lips opened and closed, and they were cut off with one blow! !

At this moment of life and death, a mysterious golden folding fan flew diagonally, and hit Ta Xianjun head-on and face-to-face!This fan was coming very fiercely, with astonishing strength, Ta Xianjun immediately retreated and did not return, and blocked it with a knife, but was still forced to take a step back by the mysterious golden fan.

Immediately afterwards, three red and blue intertwined light arrays descended from a high altitude, like thunder, and trapped Ta Xianjun in it!

"Who?!" Ta Xianjun couldn't move for a while, couldn't help but gnawed his molars, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

Black clouds turned black, and three vague shadows stood on the towering top of the Tongtian Pagoda, jumped down from the torrential rain and waterfall, and landed steadily in front of the long steps.At this time, I can finally see their faces clearly, the three of them——

A fox fur forehead, with frivolous eyebrows and eyes.

A blond hair tied back, eyes cold.

And the person standing in the front, about 40 or [-] years old, wearing silver-blue light armor, with sharp eyes and a calm expression, a scar running diagonally from his left forehead, this person has no frivolous edge at all, Some are just calm, and there is also a kind of thickness that is very similar to Xue Zhengyi.

The man raised his hand to catch the back-spinning Xuanjin folding fan, and raised his youthful eyes.

It was the Mei family brothers from the previous life... and...

There was a thunderclap.

Chu WanNing looked at the man——

Another mortal Xue Meng! ! !