One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

137 - Fight or flee

At the end of the battle, there was only one man and one dragon left inside and outside the city.

Although the Nine Fire Flame Dragon swallowed the souls of several ghosts and immortals, its body began to shrink slowly after the battle, and the light of the flame gradually dimmed.

Song Yun noticed this change, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your help, King Jing should go back to Wang Ling quickly, if you stay outside, you will disappear completely."

Nine Fire Flame Dragon shook his head, "My main body is already dead, and the clone will be annihilated sooner or later, it doesn't matter."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, staring at the increasingly dark clouds in the sky, with fear in his eyes.

"This avatar of mine is not counted as life, and it won't intensify the punishment of heaven. Why don't you stay and compete with the people in the sky, and it will also help you."

At this time, an old voice came from afar.

"This is not an ordinary thunder punishment, but a blood sacrifice to heaven! Using the corpses of the city's strong men as sacrifices to form a powerful thunder of destruction cannot be countered by manpower."

The speaker was an old man wearing a bamboo hat and green clothes. He was walking from the sky.

Song Yunchong nodded at Canghaike. This mysterious second strongest man in the world does not seem to be hostile at present, and he is not even a potential ally.

If it weren't for the soul-protecting purple jade and the heaven-level soft armor traded from him, I might not be able to live safely until now.

Although Canghaike's words are secretive and never complete, they are very reliable.

Jiuhuo Yanlong also knew this old strong man, a little in disbelief:
"That old guy, where did he know about those things? Blood sacrifice to heaven? This king has never heard of it."

Canghaike glanced at me: "The younger you are, the less you see, so you can live until now. If you had listened to you back then, you would have fallen into the situation you are today."

Sihuo Yanlong just snorted hotly as an answer.

Did Song Yun believe Canghaike's words? He just looked at the thunder clouds in the sky and said, "Send eleven venerables to Anxi. If you beat them, you will die; if you beat them, the blood sacrifice will cause heavenly punishment for those people, and you will still die." , Immortals are good at calculating."

Canghaike shook his head and said:

"Honorable Song needs to be calm. This old man has no way to avoid catastrophe. He only needs to abandon Emperor Xuan's Seal, dissipate the luck of the Tang Kingdom, and take refuge in the East Sea with you to save his life."

Sihuo Yanlong snorted again when he heard the words, "It's that old way again, I only know to hide in the East China Sea, what about before? So what if you hide?"

Canghaike patiently explained: "Enter the East China Sea, wait for the opportunity, there will never be a day to break the game."

"My family is all ghosts and immortals. When I wait for the first life, I will be reincarnated to live another one, ten, or hundred lives..."

"Ghosts and immortals are also immortals, let's compare our perseverance with the immortals in the world."

"Furthermore, Venerable Song is extremely talented. If you practice quickly, you will never have the chance to become a martial artist. How can you give up so easily?"

After finishing speaking, I looked at Song Yun with hopeful eyes, "Sir Song, it's a good thing to have no courage, but that Heaven's Punishment was too weak, so you should fight recklessly, don't follow the old path of King Tang Jing!"

The Four Fire Flame Dragon said:

"Without your help, how can I fight? Instead of living in exile and being a mouse for the rest of my life, it is painful and uncomfortable to fight me slowly!"

Cang Haike glared at me and said angrily, "They all died in vain like him, how can the people in the sky escape the flames of war? How can you escape your fate?"

The two gave in to each other, and their words were tit for tat.

"If you need to quarrel, you have already made a decision." Tong Jing interrupted the seven people, "God's punishment is God's punishment, you will leave Anxi."

Canghaike was a little anxious, and wanted to persuade him again, but Song Yun waved his hand to stop him.

"Heaven's punishment is coming, so as not to harm the innocent, the venerable should go farther ahead."

Cang Haike stared at me for a while, knowing that the young man would change his mind again, so he could only curse helplessly:

"Two fools!"

After saying that, he walked away.

Sihuo Yanlong laughed beside him, "That's right, it's a fight, how can we wait for a chance to break the game?"

Song Yun glanced at it, "It's a matter of transitional catastrophe. You can do it alone. Beitang has just started, and it needs the support of a weak person like King Jing."

The Sihuo Yanlong's laughter stopped abruptly, and he frowned and said: "Back then, you were the peak ghost fairy of the four thunder tribulations, and you had the luck of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but you still lost."

"Now his combat strength is still as good as this king's, but that day's punishment is either weak or strong. How can he survive alone?"

Song Yun threw the Xuandi Seal to it, and said with a smile:
"You have nothing to do. And you have no premonition, he may not be dead, save your strength, there is no chance of resurrection in the future."

Sihuo Yanlong was taken aback.

It stands to reason that if the main body dies, the avatar may survive for that long.

But it has survived until now, still maintaining its peak combat power.

Si Huo Yanlong also had no way to answer that doubt, and it has been buried outside his heart.

At this moment, seeing Song Yun's meaningful gaze, it pondered for a moment, as if it remembered something, and suddenly said:
"So that's the case, this king understands, so that's the end of everything—"

"Hush." ​​Song Yun put his index finger behind his mouth, "Secrets can be leaked."

Sihuo Yanlong nodded, "This king knows, he should take care."

After saying that, he soared into the sky and flew towards the direction of Wang Ling.

Canghaike was still staying in the desert ten miles away, seeing Yanlong soaring into the sky, he wondered: "Why, did you pass the tribulation?"

"His old guy, keep waiting, it is said that there is no day for him to wait." Sihuo Yanlong laughed heavily, and the red figure disappeared into the sky.

Then it was Cang Haike's turn to figure it out.

But it is certain that with or without the help of the Four Fire Flame Dragons, Song Yun's crossing the catastrophe would only be more difficult.

It used to be a life of four deaths, but now it is a life of ten deaths!

"Hey, why do young people have to die when they are healthy?" The old venerable sighed deeply, completely unable to understand Song Yun's thoughts.

In front of him, several venerables from Xuanji Pavilion also appeared one after another.

Wen Xia, Wen Qiu, Solo Flying Eagle, Venerable Thousand Faces.

They all fought against Song Yun and suffered losses.

We looked at Anxi, who was covered by white clouds, with a simple look on his face.

Song Yun was hacked to death by Heaven's Punishment, and we have avenged him.

But seeing such a rare genius about to die at an early age is quite a pleasant feeling.

Venerable Thousand Faces shook his folding fan and sighed:

"If even a peerless genius like Song Yun gets rid of his bad luck, is that the only way to go that day?"

Canghai Ke said in a deep voice: "Fight against the sky, no matter how weak you are, you will win. The only thing you can do is to lie dormant and wait, and love everyone who can love."

It took a very long time for the thunderclouds to condense. After waiting for another two hours, the sky became eight points whiter, but there were still no thunderstorms.

At this time, the news that Song Yun had killed eleven venerables came from Xuanji Pavilion.

Jing Guo and Bei Tang, who were closer, were the first to know about it.

When King Jing Yi heard the news, he even brought his attendants with him in time, and hurriedly flew to the desert alone, and saw the scene of the Four Flame Dragons leaving in the sky and the lightning flashing in Anxi's sky.

I immediately understood that Bai Xiang was really dead.

(End of this chapter)