I became Hu Aotian by selling cuteness [Wearing Books]

He Zizhuo was also badly injured, and stood up staggeringly at this time, seeing Jing Feitong's appearance, but couldn't help laughing.

"Do you really want to become a demon? Dissipate your own spiritual power and accept the existence of these demonic energy, you will be the next Zong Wuxin!"

His bloody right hand grasped the sword tightly, raised the unbroken arm, and pointed at Jing Feitong: "I want to see, replace me, if you have the ability."

At the moment when the long sword was about to fall, Shu Lingjia quickly stood up!

The spiritual power that Jing Feitong poured into his body just now relieved part of his injuries. Although there was still some inconvenience in moving, at this moment, life and death, pain, and pain, there was no time to think about it.

He stabbed straight at He Zizhuo with a sword.

Without any frills or tricks, this is just an extremely simple and unpretentious sword shadow, but with all its strength and desperate determination, it hit He Zizhuo's sword edge.

At this moment, the huge forces collided, all the true energy was released, the earth was shaken and cracked into countless huge fragments, and the world was crumbling.

A centipede is dead but not stiff. Even though He Zizhuo has been severely injured by Jing Feitong just now, his strength at this time is still not to be underestimated. Shu Lingjia's hands trembled, but he became even more ruthless, holding the sword firmly handle, hand it forward.

He must have stabbed somewhere on the opponent's body, and immediately afterward, He Zizhuo also pressed his palm on his shoulder.

Shu Lingjia suffered severe pain all over his body, his eyes went dark, and he fell straight down, hitting the ground.

The bloodstains in the sky expanded again, almost devouring everything, and barely maintained the balance under the check and balance of the demon formation below. Such a vast power is always easy to make people feel desperate.

It seems that everything, going round and round, still has to return to the original point, and it can't be kept, and it can't be kept no matter what.

But miraculously, at this moment, Shu Lingjia didn't feel any fear or depression at all. He couldn't feel the pain, but felt that the fighting spirit was burning his chest.

There is someone to protect behind him, and there is an unwillingness in his heart, so he will never admit defeat.

As long as he has breath, he can still fight.

At this moment, when you face your fears without any hindrance, and clearly realize the crux of everything, what you were originally afraid of and avoided is not so worth being afraid of.

Gathering her five fingers together, Shu Lingjia seemed to have regained the youthful state of mind when she held the sword, fearless, affectionate and mad.

Their practitioners always say that the Dao is ruthless, but in fact it does not mean that people who have emotions, desires, unwillingness, or attachments will become demons, but that as long as everyone can face the darkness and dispel the darkness, then even if there is resentment and love, even So what if selfish desires exist?

In the whole world, who can be ruthless, the sky is not old, and people have their time, how can they not be stained with the world when they are born in this world?

Shu Lingjia was panting, while He Zizhuo stared at him coldly.

Due to being severely injured by Jing Feitong, as long as he exerts his strength now, he will lose a lot of the energy he got from Zong Wuxin. He Zizhuo still has the strength to drive the nightmare, so he dare not do it easily.

What's more, Shu Lingjia was injured first, after the move just now, he probably won't get up again.

But Shu Lingjia's hand never let go of his sword, and then his other hand moved, pressing down on the soil on the ground.

At this time, Shu Lingjia suddenly heard Duan Se's voice.

"Hey! Hey! Are you alright? Get up!"

Duan Se said anxiously: "Isn't it just a moment ago that you were quite majestic, do you want to invite me to do it together? I still hold my breath. If you just fall down, I will look down on you!"

"Who's down."

Shu Lingjia turned his back to the sky and laughed, wiped the blood from his lips, and turned over with his sword!

He shouted loudly: "Who has fallen? Come!"

Even He Zizhuo couldn't help being moved, staring at him with very complicated and incomprehensible eyes.

Two generations of master and apprentice, the young man in front of him was brought up by him since he was a child, and his skills were passed down to him, but he has never understood this disciple.

What is he stubborn about?Why don't you despair and refuse to give up?

After so many setbacks and deceptions, do you still want to love?Still want to protect and pursue?

What if... still hurt?

Why is he not afraid?

Shu Lingjia staggered and took two steps forward, the edge of the sword dragged on the ground and hit the stone, creating tiny sparks.

Regardless, he ran towards He Zizhuo, his steps were a little unsteady at first, but as Duan Se's figure loomed, the blade of the Mighty Sword was covered with luster again, and the sword edge gradually burst out with incomparable Shu Lingjia's speed is getting faster and faster.

He touches the pond, steps on rocks, pierces through the clouds, and flies up. His whole body draws a trail of smoke in mid-air, and the wind blows his robe like a frenzy.

He Zizhuo's expression became serious, and he raised his sword to meet him!

He originally wanted to preserve his strength for the next major event, after all, Jiaxuanming, Qilian, Chenghua and the others were all tricky characters, and the evil formation had to be destroyed.

But He Zizhuo never expected to be forced to such an extent by Jing Feitong and Shu Lingjia now.

There is no room for manoeuvre, let's wait until the end of this side to talk about the future, and we must first solve the urgent need.

With a bang, the two swords each dragged out long sword lights in midair, and then collided.

In an instant, light and shadow intersected, the clouds burst, and the overwhelming demonic aura came over, as if turning into a ferocious monster, trying to swallow Shu Lingjia whole.

Human power seems so insignificant at this moment.

A strong force erupted from the mighty sword, and a ray of sky light was torn out from the overlapping dark clouds, and the sword intent burst out from it, swaying all over the sky.

Shu Lingjia felt as if he was carrying a weight on his shoulders, his whole body was in severe pain, and his whole body was almost suffocated. However, in this state, it made people's blood boil more and more, and they were brave and unyielding.

The sun, the moon, and the stars don't grow old with the years, but they reflect the joys and sorrows of the world, the singing of birds and insects echoes from the sky and the earth, wailing and singing, all the world is revolving, and life and death are permanent.

His heart is like a broken cocoon, and his sword intent is like a rainbow.

Born in the human world, love, hatred, hatred, endowment under the sword, distracting thoughts, different thoughts, all these are all for life.

Thunder whirled in the air, clouds pierced the sky, and the shadows of the sword turned into a thousand points of starlight, breaking through the demonic energy and descending!

Shu Lingjia only attacked but not defended, he pierced He Zi's chest with a single sword!

At that moment, He Zizhuo saw his cold eyes.

I actually lost.

he thinks.

Such a life of scheming and struggling, giving up his body and turning into dust, the unwillingness still failed to relieve, circling in his chest in vain, and became a fate stored in his soul.

He Zizhuo suddenly laughed wildly.

With his maniacal laughter, all the power exploded out of his body, without restraint, overwhelming Shu Lingjia, sweeping towards Shu Lingjia like a turbulent wave.

Shu Lingjia gritted her teeth and did not take a step back.

From the very beginning, he went forward with the thought of losing both sides. At this time, there is no other way but to burn the boat.

Shu Lingjia was about to bite the bullet and carry it, but at this moment, seeing the magic breath rushing towards him, it rushed to Jing Feitong's side in an instant, and swirled into his body.

He was unscathed, but his heart was cold: "Senior brother!"

Shu Lingjia rushed in front of Jing Feitong, knelt down on one knee, and the hand that wasn't holding the sword grasped his shoulder tightly. His eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't respond, but he threw out all the devil's breath that intended to attack Shu Lingjia. All devoured.

"I didn't tell you to protect me in this way!" Shu Lingjia snapped, "If you become Zong Wuxin again, then I—"

He stopped suddenly, not knowing what to say for a moment.What can he threaten Jing Feitong?

But at this moment, Shu Lingjia suddenly saw that Jing Feitong raised his blood-stained hand, and covered it little by little.

"Hmph, you are Jing Feitong? If you want to be my senior brother, you must win my sword first."

"Sooner or later, I will beat you up."

"Look, look, look! So what if I am a fox? A fox, a fox or a beast!"

"I hate people lying to me the most, so you can say nothing, but don't lie to me."

"What do you think my parents look like? Why don't they want me?"

……

"Brother...you won't leave me, will you?"

Jing Feitong was in severe pain all over his body, and his mind was dizzy, even though Wuxin's power was surging in his inner palace, trying to make him surrender.

But the countless past, mixed with countless heartbeats and feelings, are so clearly revolving in my mind, struggling to resist.

One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, and he can neither let go nor be ruthless. It seems that being an ordinary person rolling in the world of mortals is - quite good.

Before Shu Lingjia could react, he felt a huge force coming out, forcing him to retreat from Jing Feitong's side, and then, the magic breath just now broke out again, hitting To the sky thousands of miles above.

In an instant, the sky fell apart, the mountains and rocks crumbled, and the whole world was in turmoil, as if it had returned to the day when the Western Heaven collapsed, but in fact, everything that was false in front of us was collapsing.

But this time, finally, a pair of hands grabbed him.

In the feeling of weightlessness brought about by the fall, Jing Feitong only had time to hug Shu Lingjia and turn over, and then the two of them hit the ground heavily.

He was on his back, and Shu Lingjia was lying on his chest. That blow must have almost turned his whole body upside down. Jing Feitong frowned, but laughed, until Shu Lingjia stretched out his hand, squeezed caught his cheek.

"You're awake, I thought you were about to turn into a nightmare."

Shu Lingjia Dingding looked at him for a moment, heaved a sigh of relief, raised his hand, wiped the sand from his face with his sleeve, and then wiped the sand on Jing Feitong's face indiscriminately: "Now we may Are you happy to be struck by lightning again?"

Jing Feitong smiled and shook his head, thought for a while, then nodded, held Shu Lingjia's hand, and said, "This time, life and death are all together."

He said "Brother will never leave you again", and he will definitely do it.

Shu Lingjia was expressionless at first, but later she couldn't help laughing, lying on Jing Feitong's shoulder, feeling as if all the strength in her body had been drained.

Forget it, if there is another Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, you can chop it if you want.

Jing Feitong lifted his waist and gently supported it, and then he climbed off Jing Feitong, sat down on the ground, turned around and pulled Jing Feitong up.

Surrounded by ruins and weeds, this is the real scene of Xitian Lingshan. However, in the gaps between these ruined stone temples, there are delicate pink flowers that are facing the wind and unfolding their delicate leaves. .

There was a vast roar, Zong Wuxin's power lost its carrier and hovered between the sky and the earth.

Shu Lingjia sighed, "I don't want to fight anymore, I'm so tired."

He bumped into Jing Feitong and said, "You laughed so hard just now, you go."

Jing Feitong sat up, did not let go of his hand, smiled and gestured towards the sky: "Look."

Shu Lingjia suddenly looked back.

Suddenly, at the end of the night, the black mist in the sky began to fade, and then swirled and sucked into a place far away. The first rays of the rising sun poured down, making people's eyes suddenly brighten.

Those chaotic, dark, and vague things just now became clear all of a sudden.

The blue sky is high and vast, and the clouds are lingering around the side, gathering and scattering lightly.Dots of vitality gathered from all directions, exuding breathtaking seven-color rays of light, gently brushing across the earth.

"It's your parents, brothers, and fellow Taoists."

Jing Feitong kissed his hand with a smile, and smiled against the sunlight: "The Demon Smash Formation, it's done."

See, in the end, no one left you behind.

The author has something to say: I have finally finished writing. I have been waiting for a long time, my dears. To be honest, my eyes are staring at me, my mouth is dry, and I seem to have followed suit.

Let me take a day off tomorrow, and organize my thoughts by the way.The day after tomorrow, which is Sunday the 8th, the episode will be updated at 11:[-], if you still want to watch it, see you then~

——The rambling dividing line——

It’s been a long time since I’ve read aloud. In the last chapter of the text, as usual, I want to share my mental journey with my darlings. I’m sorry if I bother you.

First of all, I want to apologize to everyone, because my mood when writing this article is really a little unstable, and I may sometimes be a little rushed to reply to comments. I will pay attention to adjusting my mentality in the future, and I hope my babies will forgive me.

In fact, those who are willing to follow the article are themselves a kind of support for me, and at the same time they have brought me spiritual resonance, for which I am very grateful.

I was not full-time, I had two degrees, I wanted to write a doctoral dissertation, I also wanted to apply for a postdoctoral fellow, and I was working on a project. Many things were rushed together.

This book should not have been written, but I really wanted to write it, and I thought I could do it, so I gritted my teeth and started writing. To be honest, it was quite tiring.

As a result, on the day of the clip, the updated chapter was somewhat controversial, which somewhat affected this most important list. Later, the words in a chapter caused some misunderstandings and disputes.

In fact, it is a normal thing to face when writing an article. Everyone has their own ideas to express, and no one is to blame.

But in my heart, I always feel that in the face of busy studies, it is very likely that this article will be my last one. I am very eager to write it well, and the strings in my heart are tense again, and then I can't stand it all at once.

At that time, I really felt like I was going crazy. I kept arguing, arguing, clarifying, and being particularly wronged. Many times I knew it shouldn’t be like this, but the negative emotions kept pulling me down. For the first time, I felt that I I can't control myself.

Now that I think about it, I feel sorry for everyone. I was happy, but I poured negative energy into it.

I didn't want to write it at the time, but I was unwilling to do so. There was always a feeling of suspense in my heart, no matter how difficult it was to die, I had to finish this matter and give an explanation to the characters and readers.

This book is also the first time I asked for leave in the past five years. I thought that no one would read it when I came back, but I didn’t expect that there were quite a lot of people. Thank you for your tolerance.

Until I wrote more and more later, I wrote about the things that Shu Lingjia experienced.

I wrote about his state of mind, his sword, and his senior brother. Suddenly one day, I don’t know what happened, and I felt that I was fine.

It seems that I can finally do it, and look at some evaluations no longer so intensely, so indignantly and painfully.

This person is really, really hard to write about.

The character I am good at is the kind of image that is calm, calm, and strategizing. Relatively speaking, it is more enjoyable to follow the plot, but I want to change it later.

When I started preparing this book, I was wondering if I could write about a relatively naive and youthful person, how he would deal with those not-so-bright life experiences with a pure heart, how would he Treat evil with good, how to fall down again and again, and still believe foolishly.

This scale is a bit difficult to control, and it is easy to make people write indecisively.

So far, I feel that the feeling I want has basically been written, and it has also brought some gains to my own heart and character, as if I have experienced another kind of life.

But unfortunately, it could have been better, and my initial grades were much better than those of my last few books, but because my personal mentality and subsequent academic arrangements affected the creative process, I was impatient, so I realized many things myself Inadequacies, a little regret.

But it is precisely because of this regret that I think I should stick to it. I have to learn to learn, and I still want to write. I can only talk about giving up when I am satisfied with myself. Otherwise, wouldn’t I just admit defeat? what.

I hope that the next book can be better, and it can also let me know more cute little angels, make me more confident and humble, bring more happiness to everyone, and make myself happier.

Bow, thank you for your support, thank you for your understanding.

See you the day after tomorrow.