Po Tian Xie Zun

The people on Xie Wuya's side went up to the Supreme Saint, and down to the King-level and Emperor-level below the Holy level. They don't even bother to defend, they hold immortal weapons as if they have been beaten with chicken blood, and they are brave and invincible, while the people of Lingtianmen are all kinds of sad and depressed. Too many, but... Nima’s weapon quality is at least ten times and a hundred times higher than theirs. The most fucking tragic thing is that a holy level can’t beat the emperor level. Whenever they lose, they will ignore it , A swarm of bees rushed up to attack in groups, that momentum was so awesome.

This scuffle lasted for a day and a night. Countless strong men fell, corpses on the ground became mountains, blood flowed into rivers, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Several major forces suffered heavy losses, especially the Lingtianmen. Almost half of them were killed or injured. Everyone was red-eyed, but no one showed any signs of exhaustion. Instead, all of them aroused the bloodthirsty beasts lurking in their hearts because of this cruel and bloody killing. Weapons are constantly being swung, brilliant combat skills and magic are shot across the sky, mixed with blood mist and stumps all over the sky, some even have their internal organs protruded, cruel and bloody to the extreme, in front of such a battle, human life seems so Fragile, so vulnerable.

"Master, kill Xie Wuya quickly, our Lingtian Sect is in danger!"

Ling Xiaoqing, who was entangled by Wei Zihan and Yu Chi Haoran, couldn't leave him, watched the disciples and elders of Lingtianmen fall one by one, his eyes were bloodshot, he really wanted to save them, but he couldn't do anything, he could only turn to Xie Wuya for help. If this goes on like this, Ling Tianmen will become a second-rate family even if it is not finished, and I am afraid that it will not be able to breathe for hundreds of years.

"You shameless old bastards, you want to kill Wu Ya?"

Yuchi Haoran snorted coldly, the blade swept across, the strong airflow was sharp and compelling, Wei Zihan followed closely, seemingly gentle, his moves were all with the intention of killing, Ling Xiaoqing didn't dare to be as careless as before, and hastily fought back, these The strength of the little baby has long been beyond his imagination, the mountain-opening ax draws a circular arc in mid-air, a round of scorching sun suddenly appears, and the ray of light bursts out, the pressure is surging, and the momentum is extremely frightening.

"Little beast, taste the blazing sun of this deity!"

"Boom..."

The blazing sun, which inherited all Ling Xiaoqing's anger, smashed towards the two of them like a round of fiery red sun. Along the way, the void was completely destroyed, and the sky trembled. Seeing this, Yuchi Haoran and Wei Zihan looked at each other, and both gave up For some weapons, they pulled out two other identical swords from the space, swung the sword with one hand, and quickly drew symbols in mid-air with the other hand, and at the same time, they drove the identical symbols, even the same breath, into the sword body suddenly. throw out.

"Boom..."

"Hooho..."

The moment the swords were separated from the two swords, they joined together in an instant. A huge dragon several hundred feet long roared and flew towards the scorching sun. Zhang, the entire scorching sun was swallowed alive, and then... the giant dragon raised its head and roared, and continued to move forward, approaching Ling Xiaoqing who was directly in front.

"what?"

Ling Xiaoqing's eyes widened in disbelief, how could it be possible?Raging flames and scorching sun is his strongest trick, and it is sent out by a divine weapon, how could he be defeated so easily?But... "Ho Ho..."

"not good…"

"bump…"

"Father..."

When he was in a daze, the giant dragon had already come to him, his eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously raised the mountain ax to block his chest, but someone seemed to react faster than him, and no one saw what was going on. How did it happen? When they came to their senses, Duanmuli was covered in blood and fell onto Ling Xiaoqing's body. His slender body slid down feebly. It was the first time that he was so fragile and vulnerable.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Almost everyone who noticed this scene was dumbfounded. Is he... still alive?

"From... son?"

I don't know how long it took, Ling Xiaoqing numbly stretched out her hand to hug his slipping body, her voice trembled and hoarse, and quietly changed her tone, Duanmuli weakly opened her eyes, the pupils were no longer as clear as usual, so scattered that there was no light at all , the pupil is expanding a little bit.

"Father... righteous father..."

He just opened his mouth to call out these two words, and the blood gushed out desperately, instantly staining Ling Xiaoqing's clothes, but strangely, there was a clear smile on his face, seeing The people in this scene couldn't help being surprised, he... seems very happy?What is there to be happy about in death?

"Li'er? Li'er...don't be afraid, don't be afraid, foster father will definitely save you."

Finally came back to his senses completely, Ling Xiaoqing didn't care about the battle anymore, hugged him and squatted down, grabbed his hand tremblingly with his right hand, pressed the pulse on his wrist precisely with his fingers, but... Ling Xiaoqing felt in his heart A throbbing pain, how could this be?The meridians were cut off, the altar of the dantian was completely ruptured, and all internal organs were displaced. Immortal Da Luo might not be able to save him even if he was alive.

"No... foster father, that's enough..."

Grabbing his trembling hand with his backhand, ignoring the blood that kept gushing out of his mouth, his blood-stained thin lips squirmed slightly, and his eyes that lost focus looked past him to another distant sky. He had no desires or desires, he just wanted to vent his anger for his mother and ruin the Ziling Kingdom, but the unexpected appearance of Xie Wuya not only disrupted his ten years of careful planning, but also made him lose his heart. There is no regret. If time goes back and he can choose again, he is still willing to choose to meet him and fall in love with him. It is he who made him understand what love is, and let him know that there is still love in this world so warm The only regret is that there is no result between them.

"You...Li'er?"

Turning around following his line of sight, Xie Wuya who had stopped fighting fell into his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help shrinking. Did he still miss Xie Wuya until now?

"Duanmuli."

Ignoring his opponent, Xie Wuya flew down beside Duanmuli, looking down at him condescendingly. To be honest, he really hated him, because of him, Xing Tian had gray hair, and because of him, he and Xing Tian had to live together. Not for a whole year, because of him, he didn't even recognize him when he saw Xing Tian again, because of him... He did too many things that hurt him and Xing Tian, ​​but the moment he regained his memory, he wished to cut him alive But at this moment, seeing his dying appearance, Xie Wuya suddenly felt that he was very pitiful, and those persistent hatred disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Wu...Wuya...uh...cough cough..."

Hearing his voice, Duanmuli became excited, but the serious internal injury caused him to spurt a lot of blood as soon as he opened his mouth, let alone talking, even breathing became difficult.

"I know what you want to say, Duanmuli, I used to hate you very much, but I don't hate you anymore. In fact, hating someone is a very energy-consuming thing. I don't want to waste any more energy on you."

Averting his gaze and looking at Yuan Kong, Xie Wuya had his hands behind his back, resentment still remained in his heart, whether he hated it or not.

"Cough cough...heh..."

Hearing that, Duanmuli was coughing up blood while smiling, that's fine, with his death, there will be no more ties between them.

"Xie Wuya, are you still human? He's already like this, can't you even lie to him?"

Ling Xiaoqing raised his head and looked at him angrily, Wang Li'er treated him so well, is this how he repays him?Even though their positions are different, they are on the opposing side, and now that Li'er is about to die, he is not even willing to say a soft word, which is simply too much.

"Hehe... am I not human?"

Evoking a mocking smile, Xie Wuya lowered his eyes to meet his gaze, and said clearly word by word: "If I wasn't human, he would have died even worse, Ling Xiaoqing, do you think you have the right to speak of me? Compared with you, I think I am more human than you."

To be scolded by a beast for not being human, Xie Wuya finds it funny for no reason. Damn, could it be that what he is doing is what a human would do?

"you…"

"Yi...don't...uh...puh~"

To Ling Xiaoqing, Xie Wuya's words were undoubtedly Chi Guoguo's provocation. Ling Xiaoqing was furious instantly, and his whole body ran away with spiritual power. It suddenly spewed out, and Ling Xiaoqing was so anxious that he quickly injected fighting energy into his body, just to temporarily maintain his vitality.

"It's useless, he can't be saved."

Finally squatting down, Xie Wuya shook his head helplessly. He never dreamed that Duanmuli would end his life in such a way. Is it a living irony that Chang Feng, who was struggling to suppress his hatred, would die of accidental injury?

"I... don't regret it!"

Turning his head in his direction, Duanmuli held his breath and finished these two words. He tilted his head and finally swallowed his last breath. There was always a faint smile on the corner of his blood-stained lips, like It's the same as his last message, no complaints, no regrets!

"Li'er..."

Ling Xiaoqing was stunned for a while, then suddenly hugged Duanmuli's body and yelled heart-piercingly, but unfortunately, Duanmuli could no longer hear or feel it.

Almost all the people in the Tianyu battlefield stopped fighting, and the elders of Lingtianmen all had a sour nose. Duanmuli was rare in a hundred years no matter in terms of cultivation talent or intelligence, but... Heaven is jealous of talents!And Xi Changfeng and the others were not as relaxed as they imagined. They all pursed their lips tightly. Duanmuli died like this.