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With the rain of blood flying, Ning Daoqi stood with a sword in his hand, facing the flying blood shadows on the opposite side. He was dressed in a shabby green robe, his left hand was curled up weakly, and it had turned into decay below the elbow.
Although we already know that the blood demon blood shadows that create death realms in the four barbarians are very dangerous and difficult to deal with, Ning Daoqi can only fully understand their horror only when they have a real fight with them.
These blood shadows are intangible and hard to be harmed by swords. Even the highly condensed Qi will only end up being devoured by corrosion.
Only masters at the Grand Master level can kill these blood shadows by concentrating their superb spiritual cultivation on their weapons and transforming them into peerless sword intent and sword intent. Moreover, even Grand Masters can only face them head-on. There are three or four blood shadows. If there are more, they will easily be turned into mummies and bones by the blood shadows.
"Fellow Daoist Ning" An ugly-faced middle-aged man next to him sighed: "If you can survive, please help me plant some white chrysanthemums on the land of my motherland. The three disciples are still young, I hope Brother Ning Dao, please take care of them for my sake!"
"Brother Fu!" Ning Daoqi turned around and wanted to say something, but he could only remain silent.
Fu Cailin smiled and said, "Young Daoist Ning, you don't have to be sad for me" He stroked the huge wound from his chest to his back, and said calmly: "The splendor of life will never be eclipsed by death. In all the times I have lived, During my days, I have been trying to find and think about this mysterious and unknown thing, and I am moved by the greatness of life."
"But when I saw the existence of the Blood Demon, I suddenly realized I have been using the sword to understand and find the mystery of life, but I forgot that it is around us. I use the sword to praise and praise life They are great, but when I saw them being destroyed and destroyed, I was unable to protect them."
"From that moment on, my sword was not only used to perceive and discover the beauty of this world, but also to protect this touch and beauty."
"Fu Cailin is willing to die for this" Yi's swordsmanship bloomed with incomparable colors in his hands. Humble life is the ugliest thing, but it is also the most beautiful thing, small and grand, fragile and strong.
Yi swordsmanship is an extraordinary skill that combines the theory of chess with swordsmanship, but the most essential thing in Fu Cailin's hands is his touch with life. The subtlety lies in combining the feeling of the whole heart and soul with the sword. The feeling of emptiness is the feeling of reality. Its essence is to appreciate and taste with the mentality of a bystander.
But at this moment, Fu Cailin gave up the mentality of a bystander and truly immersed himself in the praise of life. He seemed to smell the faint bitter and salty fragrance in his memory, and smelled the taste of beans, rice and pickles when he was a child. To Gaoli, The memories of my hometown gradually become clearer and more vivid. I am no longer standing aside and admiring them, but truly savoring and immersing them
The beans and rice from my childhood hometown
The warmth of being held in mother¡¯s arms in winter
The joy of holding a sword for the first time
The honor of becoming the only grand master of Goryeo
Until the end, the blood demon ravaged Goryeo's despair
"From that moment on, everything about me died! The moment I held the sword, I just wanted to go back to the past and protect the things in my life that moved meeven if I risked my own life" The hand holding the sword became more and more firm, and even the serious injury on his chest could not stop Fu Cailin from swinging the sword.
Taking out of your life and moving, restore a sword in the past.
A shadow that Ning Daoqi was very familiar with appeared behind Fu Cailin. The existence called a double merged with Fu Cailin's body, and wielded an unparalleled sword, taking away a small part of the blood shadow in the sky, and also took away a small part of the blood shadow in the sky. Gone his life.
In Fu Hongyan's surprised eyes, some of the Blood God Sons lost all their blood. Some of them were ordinary farmers, some were soldiers and merchants, but they were all dressed like Koreans. These had obviously been transformed into Blood God Sons, and their essences had been changed. The existence of pollution actually returned to its original form at this moment under Fu Cailin's sword.
Millions of souls were happy and peaceful, and quietly dispersed with Fu Cailin, returning to the world between heaven and earth.
"I really want toI really want to take another bite of kimchi from my hometown!"
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the last words, Fu Cailin's body suddenly fell down, Ning Daoqi cried out: "Brother Fu!"
Even though Fu Cailin risked his life to save millions of souls, the blood shadow in the sky still did not decrease by half. The thick blood cloud pressed up little by little where Chaoning Daoqi was. On the edge of the Yangtze River, countless Ning Daoqi held their breath. The sword and the blood shadow were fighting, protecting the blossoming sacred tree behind them. Bi Xuan stood under the blood cloud holding a spear.Looking back and seeing Fu Cailin falling, he sighed tiredly: "Brother Fu is gone too! Originally, we should have died when the Turks and Goryeo were destroyed, but our belief in revenge kept us alive."
"Qilin Blood Demon! I, Bi Xuangou, have lived until now just to shoot this spear at you for us Turks!"
Raising the Moon Wolf Spear in his hand, Bi Xuan roared.
"Jingzhai has been destroyed! How can Concubine Xuan survive It's a pity that she couldn't avenge Yang Guang with her own hands, but she died for the sake of the people in the world. Master Feixuan died without regrets!"
"After the nest was overturned, An's eggs were intact? I didn't expect that our Yinkui sect would one day fight side by side with Cihang Jingzhai!" Zhu Yuyan laughed loudly. She laughed three times, cried three times, and suddenly turned her head. He looked fiercely at a middle-aged man not far away who was dressed as a scholar and had a far superior demeanor.
The man looked at the blood cloud above his head, deeply in trance.
Hearing Zhu Yuyan¡¯s cries and laughter, he turned to look at her and said calmly: ¡°Yuyan¡¯s style is still the same, but when it comes to Shi, he is already very old¡±
Ning Daoqi burst into tears. He desperately absorbed the power of the substitute's time, and even his own time was overdrawn: "If you survive this disaster, you will naturally have a lot of means to make up for it. If you cannot survive this disaster, there will be many ways to make up for it. , what¡¯s the use of having more time left? It turns out that the old Taoist still has thirty years of life. In this way, there are three hundred thousand more clones to fight against the blood demon"
This method of squeezing one's own existence time is of course not as easy as Ning Daoqi said. Absorbing one's own original time means that after the life span of the main body has passed, Ning Daoqi cannot even be a lonely ghost. From now on, this will no longer exist. World.
At this moment, the entire world¡¯s time almost froze.
Fu Hongyan looked at the group of people who were trying to resist with the power of ants in front of her, and saw their feeble struggle and delay, and said calmly: "It's a useless struggle!"
"You risk your lives and give everything you have, but you are just a chess piece that cannot escape from the chessboard!"
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