The seed of the flower family has a field

The gloomy sky did not become clear after the falling snowflakes, on the contrary, it became more gloomy and severe.

The bloodstains on Chongjing's face had already solidified, but the long scar still looked quite scary, but in comparison, Hua Zimo's face was indeed much more terrifying.

He was standing facing the sprites, his hair fluttering with the wind and snow. The saber in his right hand was named "Fengyue", but it had nothing to do with Fenghuaxueyue. There is a layer of blue fluorescence, like a scorching flame.This person, one moment he was still in high spirits, but the next moment he stood in front of others more calmly, unwavering.

Everyone knows that Hua Zimo is the god of war. When the enemy sees him, he is often surrounded by three layers of immortal soldiers. The armor often covers his overly delicate and cold face, and by the way, there are still a few A heart full of mercy.

It is not the same at this moment, there is no armor, no soldiers, and the enemy is not thousands of magic soldiers and evil generals.

He, Hua Zimo, is fighting for himself, for the people of the world, and even more for Chongjing. Even if the other party is a monster that even a god can't wipe out, he still has to tell him that no one of his Hua Zimo will touch him. no!

"Are you serious? You look so beautiful when you are serious. I enjoy beautiful things being destroyed in my hands." The ghost smiled, and her body no longer seemed to be wet and sticky, but became When it comes to being sharp and angular, even if he smiles frivolously, the way he can't stand the movement of his muscles and bones shows that he is equally serious.

"Fengyue" dragged a long knife mark on the snow, but after Huazimo snorted, it aroused thunder and fire, and the sky and the earth suddenly turbulent. Huazimo no longer cared about the limitations of the region, swung the long knife, and the thunder exploded. The sky and the earth are instantly intertwined into a line.

In the crack, two figures danced quickly, chopping, slashing and stabbing as fast as light and shadow, colliding and dodging, exhaling and inhaling, they alternated dozens of times, and the sound of weapons colliding was entangled in the eardrum, and the sound was endless.

After the transformation, the sprite changed from the soft state that the mud could not support the wall before, and its body was as hard as steel. The sound of the blade rebounding made Hanakomo's jaw tense. Twisted, tied and bent around the bend, it is much more difficult to deal with than before.

But Hua Zimo is not a simple guy, his Fengyue is almost invincible with the continuous infusion of immortal power, and he is almost indestructible.

Everyone knows that the contest between masters is often not about strength, but about perseverance and persistence. Whoever makes a mistake or gets distracted first will be killed first.

Hua Zimo's knife was extremely fast, and a real shadow suddenly appeared from among the countless knife shadows, and rushed straight to the sprite's jaw.

It was too late to say it, but it was too late, the sprite leaned back, and a backflip was caught by Huazimo's elbow, and it was a step too late. His iron chain should have been wrapped around one of Huazimo's legs, but at this time it instead Came over and was stepped on by Hanakomo, solid as a rock, unable to move.

Hua Zimo's knife was close to the distance of the sprite's eyeballs, and tore a gap in the ghost mask from the chin, and the ugly face suddenly became a smirk.

"This is for you." Hua Zimo spoke according to the script, without any fluctuations in his voice.

But if there is anything restless, the scars on Yaoyao's face are exactly the same in size and length as those on Chongjing's face, which is enough to explain everything.

If the blow had been a little deeper, the head hidden behind the mask might have been split in two, but Hua Zimo only hurt the monster's face, which is not a pity. , even if it only takes a moment to swing the knife again, the difference is still a thousand miles away.

"Heh," Yaoyao twitched coldly, "Do you think I'll give you a second chance?"

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Ling Kong let out a scream, but it wasn't Hua Zimo's, and it wasn't Monster's, then...

"Chongjing!" Hua Zimo turned his head, but violated the taboo of military strategists. His back was suddenly pierced into an iron chain. When he saw Chongjing, he also saw the blood rushing out of his chest, which stained his eyes red. .

Veins popped up on his forehead, Hua Zimo coughed up a mouthful of blood, grasped the iron chain passing through his chest, exerted strength, exerted strength...

"Ah—" Hua Zimo yelled violently, the iron chain on his back snapped, his wrist pulled forward, the metal rubbed against the flesh and viscera, and the iron chain was dragged out of his body without even making a sound.

Rao who has seen the world like Yaoyao, was shocked by Huazimo's move and broke into a cold sweat.

What is the iron chain in his hand? It is the shackles that many monsters can't break free. It is used to seal and strengthen the lock tower. It was actually torn off by Huazimo from behind through his body, let alone strength. It's this kind of viciousness towards him, even sprites can't help but treat him differently.

Suffering such a serious injury, in fact, Hua Zimo was not completely unrelated, almost immediately, he was about to fall when he lost his support, and Fengyue in his hand reflexively supported his precarious body.

Unexpectedly, the demon did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it, but it seemed to be expected. Although he is evil, he also has the arrogance of being a devil. Things to do.For example, right now, he just wants to see what this immortal who can fall down at the touch of a finger wants to do.

It's also possible that he was waiting to see a joke because he knew what kind of thoughts the intimate "Chongjing" he kept calling out had.

After all, the sprite's mind can never be understood by normal people's thinking.

Hua Zimo's footsteps were sloppy, and the large amount of blood loss made him look pale, and his lips were slightly purple.His vision was a little dizzy, and he worked hard to use the immortal power that had been slackened by the intense stimulation just now, to calm down his injury.

Chongjing's side is not optimistic. Although the monsters who escaped from the demon-locking tower are ordered not to approach them, Chongjing is not necessarily the same. After he was released from prison, Dabu naturally wouldn't miss this good opportunity to attack them in groups, but he didn't know if he was under the influence of sprites.

Originally, with Chongjing's cultivation base, one or two monsters was not a problem, but with such a large group of monsters, even Hua Zimo found it difficult.

Knowing that he was injured, Hua Zimo insisted on releasing a large-scale immortal curse, and forcibly slashed a road to Chongjing's side with difficulty, but the blood that had just stopped was dripping all the way and never stopped.

"Why did you rush over, how did you get hurt like this!" Chong Jing was also exhausted and hoarse after killing these countless monsters for a long time, but seeing Hua Zimo like this, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his tone was distressed I can't wait to kill myself.

"Small injury, it's not like I didn't have it before." Hua Zimo stuck to his back and fought side by side with him, but the saber was switched to his left hand which he doesn't use often. If he didn't observe carefully, he could hardly see him slipping drop by drop along the middle finger of his right hand. blood and trembling hands.But no matter how he said it, he should be thankful that it was his right chest that was hit by the monster, so he was able to save his life.

It is true that he was injured before, but it was only once that he passed through the chest, and the price the enemy paid at that time was to be killed on the spot.But in the past, no matter how difficult it was, Chongjing never yelled, so he panicked with fear, and that's why Yaoyao succeeded so easily.

"Are you injured?" Hua Zimo was relieved to see that he was intact but still worried and asked again and again.

"I'm just... just now that monster is good at using illusion, I saw you covered in blood, I thought it was real..." Chong Jing turned his back to him, so Hua Zimo couldn't see the expression, but his flustered eyes, And the uneasiness that he frequently blinked to avoid was seen by others, watching with great interest how he tried his best to lure Hua Zimo back to his side.

Hua Zimo sighed, no doubt about him.I am afraid that this is the only reason that can make Chongjing so out of control, just like he was just now.

The monsters were not afraid of Huazimo's joining. On the contrary, the silence of the monsters made them feel that this was a kind of acquiescence. They acquiesced that as long as they killed Huazimo, they could also turn him into their own food, which made them extremely excited. .

"How long can it last?" Hua Zimo cut off a monster's arm, and asked Chong Jing's ear, but there was not much heat in his breath, and he was almost reaching his limit under the bombardment of monsters like wheels.

"It stands to reason that the Heavenly Soldiers should be here soon, just wait!" Chong Jing was also in a hurry, if this goes on, let alone monsters, these monsters alone can kill them.

At last, the tempting taste of the food did not seem to be as uninterested as before. He has been waiting, waiting for his prey to shed the last drop of blood, but he can carry more than he expected, and such an injury can still Can withstand the wheel battle, so sprites have to act before things get more troublesome.

The stiff iron chain was as flexible as a whip in his hands. After sweeping it away, not only Hua Zimo and Chong Jing, but even the monsters were affected.

The iron chain with demonic power is not comparable to ordinary monsters, and the weaker monsters are even more out of their wits.Although Hua Zimo was prepared, it was hard to dodge completely due to his injuries, and the target of the sprite's whip was him. Under the heavy blow, he hit the ice behind him, and the huge ice-wrapped rock centered on him Completely shattered, Hua Zimo collapsed to the ground and coughed several times.

"Ah, I thought you were very powerful and could play with me, but now you don't look mediocre!" The flesh on the sprite's face was entangled, and the original crack grew back quickly, and finally the ugly cheek was flattened. So arrogant and proud, "Now, the game is over, I will fulfill my promise and destroy you."

The blizzard in the sky seemed to be inspired at this moment, ravaging everyone crazily, but in the faint snow, the sky seemed to leak, I don't know if it was golden or white, seeping in, and then twisted, turning into black chaos, dense black covered the sky above.

Huazimo just happened to hit the back of the head under the impact, his vision suddenly went dark, but his ears were like thunder, and the moment he could see, the monster's monster power was already covered.

In the blink of an eye, Hua Zimo missed all counterattacks and defenses, and in the blink of an eye, he realized for the first time what it means to be "powerless".

Taking a long breath and closing his eyes, Hua Zimo felt that he had never been so calm before, maybe he could struggle a bit and make the best or last blow, no matter what the outcome was.

But surprisingly, all the failures and disadvantages today made him just want to resign himself to his fate for a while, and he had already calculated all possible endings in his mind. Even if he tried his best to die, he would only destroy the entire Northland and all the monsters. Even Chongjing had to die with him, leaving most of the monsters seriously injured, but I am afraid that there will be a big chaos in the world. Compared with him, he prefers to die peacefully.

However, why is it so long in the blink of an eye? He thought that as long as he blinked for a short time, he would have nothing to do with the world. He was a deserted person. Could it be that death is also so deserted?

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Something hot and humid hit his hand, puddles of familiar liquid, viscous and warm.

Hua Zimo opened his eyes, his mind was empty, really empty, he opened his eyes just to see what it was, what was stuck on his hand, but he regretted it just by looking at it, regretting it so painfully.

Because as soon as he opened his eyes, Hua Zimo saw that his Chong Jing, his best friend in life, died in his arms, replacing him, turned into a pool of blood, and his soul flew away.

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