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There is a bottomless gap before the road of martyrdom, which is the trace left by Chu Wanning's previous use of the technique of splitting corpses. At this time, the rainwater poured into the gully like a roaring waterfall.
Above the chasm, a man in a black and gold robe faced them with his back, holding a Modao with one hand, and volleyed into the air.
Hearing the movement, the man moved his fingertips slightly, and slowly turned his head.
It's ink burning!
In the hunting wind, the heart seemed to be chopped by an axe, and Chu Wanning stared at the person in front of him in disbelief. ¡¡what on earth is it? !
Boom¡ª¡ª
Pale electric lights flickered, and then thunder broke out.
That pale light illuminated the blood-stained face of Emperor Taxian. That face was so terrifying that Shi Mo couldn't help but took a step back.
But Chu Wanning took two steps forward involuntarily.
Bloodstains.
The whole face is covered with bloodstains, except for the face, any inch of exposed skin is also criss-crossed, and the flesh and blood are turned up. He was like a corpse that had been dismembered but failed because the blade was not sharp enough. There were cracks all over his body, but the handsome appearance of the past still remained between his eyebrows.
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Chu Wanning's lips were blue and white. He stood in the pouring rain and looked at the living dead who was cut into pieces.
The living dead also stared at him, with blood and tears in their black and white pupils.
Ta Xianjun's consciousness was blurred, memories and memories were fighting, souls were fighting fiercely, perhaps because of the pain, he couldn't help holding half of his face with the hand that didn't hold the knife.
Black and red blood and rain dripped from the fingers.
His thick eyelashes trembled, showing the anger of Ta Xianjun and the confusion of Grandmaster Mo: "Why did you do this to me?"
Chu WanNing: ""
"Why did you kill me?" The man was stunned, his pupils reflecting the reflection of Chu Wanning. Slowly, his expression became helpless and submissive, and he murmured: "Master, is there something wrong with me?"
"No¡¡"
"Did I upset you again?"
Listening to his voice, Chu Wanning's mind was broken, and everything was chaotic. He thought, is it Ta Xianjun in the rain curtain? No no, that's ink burning.
Whether it is Emperor Taxian or Master Mo, they are all burned by ink.
Mo Ran was covered in blood, and walked towards him staggeringly, under the blood stains was a corpse-white face, and there was no focus in the opened eyes, only a vast sadness.
"I didn't let you down. You have to treat me like this."
? The rainwater almost penetrated into Chu Wanning's bones, shivering coldly. He just watched Mo Ran walking towards him step by step, Mo Ran was crying, and his eyes were full of blood.
"Don't beat me with a whipI will still be hurtno matter how stupid and slowyou hit meI will still be hurtMaster"
Trembling from subtle to severe, to unstable standing, Chu Wanning almost collapsed.
He knelt down, curled up in the heavy rain, his stomach seemed to be torn apart by sharp claws, and at this moment he was more like a dead man than Mo Ran in front of him.
"I'm sorry" Chu Wanning grieved hoarsely, "I'm sorry"
Your scars are as long as my pain.
Your blood of hatred finally swallowed on my body.
He knelt in front of Mo Ran, hunched over, cringed, and raised his head almost with all the remaining courage of the rest of his life, but because he glanced at the body that had been lingering by himself, he couldn't cry: "I'm sorry for you "
He didn't know what went wrong, probably because the living dead still had a piece of soul still not considered a real corpse, so the Ripper Spell did not take full effect.
Mo Ran didn't die, but he tended to go crazy. Memories of pain or madness, confusion or misery in his life flooded up one after another.
He is Mo Weiyu, Grandmaster Mo, Ta Xianjun, and Xiao Raner.
Countless fragments made up the dilapidated man in front of him.
"Ink burning"
Hearing his voice, Mo Ran's pupils turned slightly. He stopped in his tracks, the rainwater was all red around his feet, and the ground was covered with blood.
After a pause, the split-conscious man suddenly became irritable, as if he was occupied by another consciousness, and he began to pace back and forth, with a sinister expression on this distorted face that became more and more terrifying.
"Chu Wanning! You hate me so much, you want my life at all costs, don't you?"
&nThinking about it in a panic, they frantically stretched out their enchantment umbrellas. They raised their heads and looked in the direction of the Tongtian Tower, and they couldn't help being a little stunned at the moment. Mo Weiyu and Chu Wanning, what kind of strength is this
In front of the pagoda of the Buddha, the two masters and apprentices fought more and more fiercely, and Chu Wanning gritted his teeth to deal with every move and style used by Ta Xianjun. Apart from him, there is probably no other person in this world who can withstand so many attacks from Dijun.
Only Chu WanNing can.
¡ª¡ªThe man in front of him, wiping the tip of his knife and dodging with his feet, is as similar as before, and they were all taught by Chu Wanning himself.
It was at this peak of death and life, and several times even in front of the Tongtian Tower, he adjusted Mo Ran's movements and postures hand in hand, and repeatedly told him the formulas. From an ignorant and ignorant boy, all the way to the moment when the swords collided.
This is the second peak duel between the Big Dipper Immortal Master Chu Wanning and his disciple Ta Immortal Emperor Jun Mo Weiyu.
In that scene back then, Chu WanNing came with a sword in his arms, and there was still hope in his heart. He thought he could save a disciple who had gone astray, and he went all out for it.
But this time, Chu Wanning knew that there was no turning back, no matter whether he won or lost, the person he wanted to redeem the most would never come back.
Ta Xianjun shouted in a low voice: "Those who stop me will die."
It seems that the scene of the young Mo Ran practicing his sword flashed in front of his eyes. The young child, with fine sweat on his forehead, stepped on the bamboo in the rising morning light to fly into the air, pulled out three sword flowers and landed lightly on the ground.
He turned his head and grinned at Chu Wanning, with a deep dimple: "Master, Master, do you think I have learned well?"
The flames rose from the palm and split horizontally into the chest ribs.
Chu WanNing got out of the way, and Ta Xianjun's bloody palm rubbed against his skirt.
But at the beginning, when Mo Ran was competing with him in the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, it was clearly the same trick. At that time, the palms of the young people were still narrow and long, and there were no scars.
When the young man looked at him sideways, he was very gentle, then he smiled and held his hand, saying, "Stop beating, the beating will be endless."
The knife is screaming, and the sword is singing.
Chu Wanning suddenly remembered that in Yuliang Village, Mo Ran eagerly took him to watch the social drama by the lake together, the copper rods rang, and the drum strings were noisy.
In the ear, the actor sang loudly: "The overlord is exhausted¡ª¡ª"
A face was smeared with colorful oil paint on the stage, and Mo Ran under the stage watched intently. Chu Wanning raised his head, and Mo Ran immediately pulled himself out of the eternal sorrow and raised his eyes from his childhood long-cherished wish.
He smiled and asked him: "Does it look good?"
The eyes are dark and moist.
Chu Wanning once felt that those dramas were lengthy and babbling, and he wished he could split a word into three words to sing. He didn't understand what was so good about it. But at this moment, he really wanted to go back to the theater theater in Yuliang Village.
The pine oil blew up the fire, and Wu Sheng encouraged himself to blow towards the river, and the rivers and lakes were splendid. It would be great if that scene could be sung for a lifetime.
"Zheng!"
Sudden loss of consciousness, Huaisha was shot down by No Return!
It was the same back then, when the Excalibur fell behind, he immediately swept back and summoned Tian Wen to temporarily block it. But this time, the strength of Stepping Xianjun was closer, so before Chu Wanning had time to retreat, the unsheathed black knife pointed at his chest.
Ta Xianjun narrowed his eyes.
His eyes were gray, and he couldn't tell who he was pointing at with his knife. I only know that the opponent's spirit is exhausted, like a person who runs at night on Liangshan Mountain, listening to the reed pipe all night, surrounded by singing.
All that's left is the stubborn resistance at the corner of the road.
"Something in the way."
The thin lips opened and closed, and they were cut off with one blow! !
Just at this moment of life and death, a mysterious golden folding fan flew diagonally, and hit Ta Xianjun head-on and face-to-face! This fan was coming very fiercely, with astonishing strength, Ta Xianjun immediately retreated and did not return, and blocked it with a knife, but was still forced to take a step back by the mysterious golden fan.
Immediately afterwards, three red and blue intertwined light arrays descended from a high altitude, like thunder, and trapped Ta Xianjun in it!
"Who?!" Ta Xianjun couldn't move for a while, couldn't help but gnaw his molars, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"
The black clouds turned black, and three vague shadows stood on the towering top of Tongtian Pagoda, jumped down from the rainstorm and waterfall, and landed steadily in front of the long steps. At this time, I can finally see their faces clearly, the three of them¡ª¡ª
A fox fur forehead pendant, eyebrows and eyes flirtatious.
A blond hair tied up, eyes cold.
And the person standing in the front, about thirty or forty years old, wearing silver-blue light armor, with sharp eyes, calm expression, a scar running diagonally from his left forehead, this person has no frivolous edge at all , some are just calm, and there is also a kind of thickness that is very similar to Xue Zhengyi.
The man raised his hand to catch the back-spinning black-gold folding fan, and raised his youthful eyes.
It was the Mei family brothers from the previous lifeand
There was a thunderclap.
Chu WanNing looked at the man¡ª¡ª
Another Xue Meng in the world of mortals! ! ! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)A kind of thickness that is very similar to that of Xue Zhengyi.
The man raised his hand to catch the back-spinning black-gold folding fan, and raised his youthful eyes.
It was the Mei family brothers from the previous lifeand
There was a thunderclap.
Chu WanNing looked at the man¡ª¡ª
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