Ming Yu

It looks like a bright moon flooding a river of clouds, and its body is like a light wind moving waves;

Raising eyebrows and turning sleeves like flying snow, Qingcheng is independent of the world.

Jun Wulei never thought that when someone kills someone, they are as nimble and light as flowing clouds and flowing water, so beautiful that it makes people hold their breath...

On the battlefield, amidst the vast black and white army, a blue light and shadow shuttled among the pines and cypresses in the sky.The splashed blood stained the young man's clothes, and the long sword in his hand streaked across the sky lightly, shining softly and brightly in the sunlight.

Often at the moment of loss of consciousness, the icy edge of the sword has already pierced the heart. Before falling down, the last image in the mind is a pair of half-closed amber eyes, as graceful and agile as a fox fairy, and there are traces of love in the soft eyebrows and eyes. The evildoer, unforgettable until death...

Jun Wulei calmed down his chaotic thoughts and concentrated on the battle in front of him. His face sank like water, and he waved □□'Bi Luo' on his horseback, smashing the enemy formation with great strength and violent smashing!

No one knew the deep anxiety in his heart. Last night when he saw a more urgent warning red smoke rising from the base camp hundreds of miles away, his mind went blank.He immediately ordered a vanguard team of 10 people to rush all the way to the base camp of Yuxia Valley where Mingyu was located, sweating like rain, and the reins slipped in his hands...

Until the moment he entered the Jade Canyon on the east side of Wuya Mountain, the scene in front of him almost made him stop breathing——

The vast sea of ​​people almost submerged the main camp. When the 30 demon camp defenders were ambushed by the main force of the [-] spirit world enemy forces, it was not a martial arts fight, it was a massacre!

The army in the canyon is like the sea wrapped in sand, and the encirclement is getting thinner and thinner. However, due to the hard support of the Eight Great Monster Generals and You Mo and others, the defensive circle is always as firm as a rock and difficult to crack.

But the disparity in strength between the two sides is too great, they have been forced to retreat steadily, seeing that the last line of defense is in jeopardy, and will soon be broken by the enemy, and they will never be able to recover!

On the mountain peak, there is a Roland in full bloom. From a distance, it looks like purple clouds and mist, which is even more beautiful in the green mountains and green waters.

Under the tree, the man stood with his hands behind his back, a few petals were stained on the thick cloak, and the cloak and hat covered most of his face, revealing his chin as white as jade.

The man looked down at the battle situation in the valley with all his attention, or he was watching a person in the battle situation—the peacock blue as bright as the sun, the figure was astounding, and the black hair on his head was simply using a The ribbon is tied up, and it is automatic without wind.

The young figure is slender and nimble, with his sleeves turned and sword drawn, he looks like a fox.He raised his hand to pull out a beautiful sword flower, and his amber eyes drifted to the high Roland tree from time to time, looking for the figure of the man.

The wounds on the young man's body were getting more and more, like blossoming red plum blossoms in the snow, and one could even smell the unparalleled fragrance of cold plum blossoms.

The man stood under the tree, following the bloody young man with his eyes, the purple petals fluttered and became denser and denser, and a thick layer fell on his dark brown warm fur.

Youmo fought bloody for him and was willing to die for him;

The demon king is waiting for him, so he should collect the corpse for him.

In an instant, it was as if there were only these two people left in the world, and everything in the world stopped.

The blue-clothed boy withdrew his gaze, with a smile on his lips, his brows raised lightly, with a tenderness that penetrated his bones in his clean appearance, he raised his hand to remove the long knife that was stabbing at him, and swiped the blade of the sword in his hand. Sending it into the opponent's chest, blood surged into waves...

The picture in front of him was so beautiful that it was dazzling, Jun Wulei only felt the corners of his eyes swell, and he wanted to cry because he was so sad that he couldn't look any more, so he suddenly lowered his body to avoid the sharp edge coming from behind, and then grabbed the knife with his backhand, cutting off the opponent's body head!At this moment, he didn't know that in the eyes of others, he had already turned into the Wushuang Killing God, and he chopped down with a knife, and there were already a lot of corpses around him.

Different from You Mo's frightened and light figure, he is a real warlord, wearing heavy armor, driving his horse into the roaring army, no matter whether it is a general or a soldier, he swung his sword and killed them all. Exhausted.

He has a neat posture, swinging a spear to kill, and his evil spirit is flying in the air. If a white rainbow pierces the sun and rushes straight to Jiuxiao, he turns sideways and stabs the gun in his hand with the momentum of thunder. His arrogance can shake the world!

Suddenly, the pinnae of his ears moved, his heart sank suddenly, and when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of the blackness in the sky from the corner of his eye, the sound of countless arrows piercing the air, and he could only hear the whizzing sound in his ears, shaking people's eardrums...

The monster soldiers in the valley had nowhere to hide, they were shot into arrow piles, fell to the ground one by one, the horses wailed, and the sound shook the whole field.After a while, the surroundings gradually became silent, except for the sound of arrow feathers entering the flesh, there was no other noise.

Jun Wulei raised his gun and raised his hand to split the flying arrows that fell in front of him. When he turned his head, he suddenly saw You Mo with his back facing him, a thick arrow feather stuck on his shoulder, blood sprayed on the arrow feather, From a distance, it looks like a cluster of burning flames...

Another shooting star came through the sky, the young man wanted to swing his sword, but he couldn't use any strength!The hairband was broken, and a black hair fell down like a waterfall, the only trace of thick ink in the bright red that covered the sky and covered the earth.

He lowered his silver sword and looked up at the man on the high cliff. His eyes were as bright as stars, filled with a shallow layer of water, and his side face was as beautiful as an ink painting. Under the pines and cypresses, he was very fresh.

At his age, he should be lively and cheerful, but at this moment, the vigorous life is leaving him little by little with the gushing blood.

Jun Wulei was so anxious that she didn't have time to think about it, she danced with both hands, arrows rained out, and shot towards You Mo.

He urged his true energy to dance the spear body to the limit, blocked a few feathered arrows, suddenly found an opening and squeezed to Xiao Mo's side, blocked the arrows that appeared from time to time for him with one hand, and pressed his back with the other, The spiritual power is like a trickling stream, flowing into his dantian bit by bit...

Soon there was a second wave of arrow rain. In a panic, Jun Wulei felt his sleeves being pulled. Before he could raise his head, he was pressed down hard.

He felt a dull pain in his ribs, and the boy who was clinging to him was shocked all over his body!

A sharp arrow with a golden feather was infused with strong true energy, piercing through the young man's body, the power of the arrow coming out of the chest was greatly reduced, and it sank an inch under Jun Wulei's rib.

"Why...you want to save me?" With his mouth open, it took Jun Wulei a long time to recover his voice.

"Because, you can't die..." Xiao Mo's face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, his clear eyes gradually became chaotic, and the light dimmed inch by inch.

Jun Wulei hugged the teetering boy, his arms tightened unconsciously.

"In his eyes... always, only you... I, ahem, I can't let you die." Blood foam rushed from the corner of his mouth, and he raised his head with difficulty, trying to find the familiar figure of that person, Helplessly, there are phantoms and hallucinations in front of my eyes, and I can't see anything.

"Young Mo, you have to hold on, I will take you out!" Jun Wulei said eagerly, his breath a little unsteady.

"Don't hurt him anymore, or I, I will definitely kill you..." Youmo lowered his head slowly, his voice low and inaudible.

Jun Wulei shook his hand, and received another heavy blow on his left shoulder, half of his feathers stuck on his shoulder, and half of his body was instantly paralyzed.

He gently put down the fainted boy, let him lie on his side on the ground, his cheeks were stained with blood, his eyes were as black as splashed ink, and a gloomy stream of blood flashed faintly. He waved his gun again, rushing towards the opposite side like a tide of the enemy.

Fighting tirelessly, until his arms were too heavy to lift, and his lead-filled legs could not move half a step forward, he finally lost sight of his eyes and fell to the ground with a bang, not knowing what happened to him...

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