Only senior brother is amazing

For He Bei, this winter's farce should end.He didn't want the fresh snow of Fengyu Mountain to be stained with the blood of any disciple.

He often admires Xie Juan in his previous life. After putting together Hetu Luoshu, he didn't choose to keep it for himself, but chose to burn everything together.How much courage must you have to choose the method of burning jade and stone together without a good end, sacrificing yourself to save the world.Although he has the position of a priest, he is not a real priest. He has flesh and blood and is a mortal body that no one worships, but he has really done it to help the world and show compassion to the world.

He is the incarnation of the gods in the world.

He Bei thought about it: the world is lost, is it really worth saving?He can't figure it out now.

He has many different views from Xie Juan, but there is one idea that has never changed in the past and present——to love Xie Juan.When the desire to climb to the top is disillusioned, thanking Juan is the only meaning of his existence in this world.

He Bei thought, burning everything together is not a good ending, in his world there is only life and death, and heaven and earth are clearly defined.But for special cases, it may be a good choice.

He Bei glanced back at Xie Juan, his eyes turned from affectionate to nostalgic, like mountains and rivers melting for the first time, and finally turned into tender spring water.

When Xie Juan looked at He Bei, it seemed that a corner of his heart was missing, and the cold wind was leaking.He watched helplessly as He Bei moved to the edge of the cliff step by step.When facing a strong enemy, there is never too much panic, but at this time the heart is full of anxiety.

He Bei stood on the edge of the cliff, hunting against the cold wind, his eyes curled up, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile. The aura exuded by his whole body could accommodate mountains, rivers, flat rivers, and boundless seas of stars.He pours the night, which is the unique scenery on the edge of the cliff.

He threw the coffin key fiercely above the sky, and in an instant, countless black shadows rushed towards him like evil spirits.

The black robe no longer concealed his aura, and in an instant, the entire Strelitz Peak was enveloped by the deadly aura.

On Xie Juan's shoulder, a trail of light and shadow flashed.Immediately afterwards, with a "bang", the white fireworks exploded in front of my eyes.

Xie Juan's eardrums were stung by the sudden cracking sound, and his vision was obscured by the scattered glare.

In an instant, the entire Strelitz Peak was as dark as day, and the world was bright.The echo of the explosion of fireworks wafts through the valleys.The moment it disappeared, it was replaced by thick, choking smoke.

Whether it was the disciples of Jianzhuang or the intruders in black, they all fell into a momentary trance, and the smell of gunpowder filled everyone's noses.

At the moment when Xie Juan's thoughts were wandering, the arm holding the sword was cut deeply by someone's broad knife, but he didn't seem to feel the pain.He swung the sinking blood sword and slashed the white smoke desperately in the air, but he couldn't disperse it no matter what.

He wanted to find He Bei's figure, because when the white fireworks exploded in front of his eyes, he caught the black butterfly arrow going straight towards He Bei.

Xie Juan has never had such a violent moment in killing enemies.His eyes were red, with a mouth that never belonged to him before.

The black shadows that blocked him from running towards He Bei were cut off one by one by him.The snow-white blade was covered with crimson blood, and there was a bloody mist and dust that exuded a fishy smell.

Warm bones passed under his feet, although the distance was only a dozen meters away, he felt that half his life had passed.

Until the red dress is in front of you.

In the blood mist, Xie Juan's trembling left hand was tightly wrapped by a familiar and warm palm.A gentle sentence that seemed to be soaked in molasses sounded in my ears: "Happy New Year."

Jinglian suddenly thought that she had returned to Taiziling.She was all too familiar with the crackling sound, and it was often present in her midnight nightmares.This white fireworks is the most commonly used explosive by Jinsha against the Li army on the battlefield, it is both lethal and blinding.

The sword energy she swung rose and fell like a gust of wind, and the smoky pink peach blossoms rushed in like a wave, swallowing up the smoke hovering over Strelitz Peak in an instant.

If the group of withered peach trees rejuvenate overnight, each one is looking forward to it, blooming on the branches freshly.

What a strange and dazzling sight, all the disciples of Jianzhuang were shocked by Jinglian's demeanor.

The moment the smoke dissipated, Xie Juan saw clearly that there were two black butterflies standing beside He Bei's chest.The black blood fell down on the back of his hand along the butterfly wings, scalding his body.

With trembling hands, he touched the two black butterflies, feeling cold to the touch.

He Bei's face remained unchanged, and he was looking at him tenderly.

He Bei actually held the coffin key in his other hand.He raised the coffin key high, and then crushed it in front of everyone.

It seemed that He Bei didn't use much strength, he rubbed his fingers, and fell flakes of fluorescent dust that seemed to be shaken off the wings of moths.

He Bei let go of Xie Juan's hand, took a step back, his feet were empty, his body leaned back, the light and dust in his eyes extinguished, and turned into a familiar color, his eyes seemed to suddenly sink into an abyss, overflowing with dark hot magma, Thank you tired heart burns.

Xie Juan watched helplessly as He Bei's body fell backwards, falling off the cliff, and finally only the snow-covered mountains on the other side were left in his sight.

Xie Juan couldn't take another look. He reached out to grab He Bei, but he didn't grab anything.I only felt a ray of cool wind.

A drop of warm stuff fell from the corner of Xie Juan's eyes, and his mind was blank at this moment.

He remembered that his master said that those who are shot by the black butterfly arrow will have no power to recover from death.

The words "Happy New Year" fell into Xie Juan's ears and turned into a sharp knife, piercing straight through his heart.

The peach blossom phantom released by Jinglian surged violently towards the edge of the cliff, tracing He Bei's falling figure.

She never expected that He Bei would choose to destroy the coffin key.She knew that the biggest reason why He Bei did this was to protect Xie Juan.If the coffin key is destroyed, Xie Juan's identity will lose its value.

But it's too extreme to use life to win each other.

Qi Nian rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dreaming.He Bei's image had undergone two earth-shaking changes in his heart.The first time was at Chunlei Mountain, He Bei swapped out the hostages by exchanging his body.The second time, tonight, He Bei shattered the coffin key.He understands this kind of practice, which is called burning jade and stone together.

The coffin key is one of the most important things to open the jade coffin, and if He Bei destroys it, he will destroy the desires of the world.

Qi Nian looked at the bones all over the floor, some from Jianzhuang disciples, some from the Demon Cult... His eyes were moist, and tears stained his cheeks.He yelled with a crying voice: "Brother!"

In his world, the fragments of Hetu Luoshu seemed less attractive.Its existence has created bloody cases one after another. This gift from the gods does not seem to bring light to the world.

And the moment He Bei fell off the cliff, he caught a glimpse of a dazzling star in the world.

Qi Nian's senior brother's voice awakened Xie Juan, who was trembling on the edge of the cliff and frozen like a sculpture.

"Fuyi—" Jinglian exclaimed, Xie Juan had already jumped down the cliff.

Like a breeze, silent and breathless.

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Linjiang water is very cold, icy to the bone.

He Bei fell asleep on the bank of the river for an unknown amount of time before gradually waking up.The skin soaked in the river water looked flushed, as if it had been smoked by fire.

But his body felt so cold that it was numb, and he didn't know the pain.

He put his hands on the ground, his body was leaning back, and blood continued to protrude from his chest.During the rapid fall, he pulled out the black butterfly arrow from his chest with one hand, tearing a piece of flesh through the soft armor.

He had ordered a soft armor with a lot of money from Ye Yu.Ordinary soft armor must be ineffective against black butterfly arrows, but this one he customized is mixed with Kunlun snow silk made of the same material as the black robe gloves.It can produce some resistance to the Black Butterfly Arrow, of course, this alone cannot guarantee his safety.

The smoke bomb that the black robe put out successfully obstructed his sight.But he had expected that the black robe would take the opportunity to deal with him with a deadly hand, releasing a wave of powerful qi in advance, preventing and slowing down the speed and strength of the black butterfly arrow rushing towards him.

When the black butterfly arrow pierced through the soft armor and sank into his chest, it was only a few inches away from his heart. If there was a slight delay, he would not be able to survive.

He Bei held up the blood-stained Black Butterfly Arrow and looked at it under the moonlight, with a sinister coldness in his eyes.For him, the appearance of Shujiao is a godsend opportunity.

He was clearly sure enough to dodge the black butterfly arrow when it hit him, but he didn't do that.

Because he wants to borrow arrows.

He Bei tore open the fabric on his chest, and his bloody chest heaved and heaved with his heavy breathing.

On the part pierced by the black butterfly arrow, the scars are like double flowers blooming happily, and the heart veins infected by poisonous blood are clearly spread all over, protruding on the vigorous muscles of the chest like black vines.

He took out a bottle of hemostatic medicine from his sleeve, resisted the gradually recovering pain and emptied the medicine bottle, and sprinkled all the medicine powder on his chest to no avail, the blood was still flowing.

He didn't have enough medicine to clean the wound, so he chose another method.He silently closed his eyes, operated Bai Zi's power, and repaired the damaged vitality in his body.

When he operated the power of Bai Zi, he gradually forced out the cold air and toxins all over his body.

When his body slowly recovered its temperature, his pain became more sensitive and clearer.The wet black hair clings to the cheeks, and some of them are mixed with the sticky wounds on the body.His complexion was unbelievably pale, like polished cold white porcelain.Frowning tightly, closing his eyes to isolate himself from the outside world, he seemed to have fallen into a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

The Black Butterfly Arrow could kill the Phoenix in Modu, and he had to go to the gate of hell for a thousand calculations, no matter how brilliant the calculation was.And he is too familiar with this dying state, he is confident for no reason, confident that he can return to normal after a sleep.

He was too unwilling to die like this, because the mission of protecting Xie Juan I had not been fully fulfilled.

As time passed, day and night fell into a new cycle of reincarnation, and the sky revealed fishy white.

He Bei's condition didn't improve much, and he fell down on the shore again and fell into a deep coma.In a coma, he would call out the small words Xie Juan from time to time.

The picture of the dream is composed of fragments of the past between him and Xie Juan.Some are as sweet as honey, and some are as sweet as drinking arsenic.

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