Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 422 Father and Son

"kill!"

"How could this be? His evil power is greater than before!"

Yin Xiaoshen and Luo Pingqiu fought all the way, but their strength was not restored, and danger suddenly arose.

"We must try to attack its main body, Pingqiu."

"Chivalrous and unethical!"

"Xia Ying Feng waves and shocks the dust!"

Although Luo Pingqiu has not officially joined the Confucian sect, he has learned from Yin Xiaoshen for many years, and his swordsmanship is superb. At this moment, facing a life and death crisis, he is even more transcendent than usual.

The offensive is like a tide, attacking the powerful enemy in series.

Bang bang bang bang!

Haoran's two swords can split the sun and the moon. When they struck the Eight Banners Martial God, there was no damage at all. Instead, they made the sound of a golden sword.

"kill!"

The Eight Banners Martial God suddenly raised his palm, and the power of the evil god burst out, causing Yin Xiaoshen and Luo Pingqiu to be injured at the same time.

"Master!"

"The last move, chivalry is on the right track!"

"Yu Tianqiong!"

At the critical point of life and death, there is no reservation, use up the last bit of energy, and recreate the ultimate move.

The Eight Banners Martial God pushed angrily with his palms, and a fierce wind suddenly passed through.

The two poles collided, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and huge demonic power and evil energy rushed towards him with such ferocity that Luo Pingqiu was knocked off the cliff.

"Pingqiu!"

Yin Xiaoshen jumped down eagerly and grabbed one of Luo Pingqiu's arms.

At this time, on the top of the peak, Fu Zixi cast another spell: "Baxuan Wu·Ghost Crying, Death Comes!"

Under the control of the Ghost Dragon King, the huge body of the Eight Banners Martial God approached Xia Ru step by step, and stamped his foot. The sky and the earth shook instantly, dust and sand flew, and rocks rolled down from the cliff, hitting Yin Xiaoshen and his son.

At the most critical moment, a sword light flew suddenly, blocking the Eight Banners Martial God.

"Your Majesty! Brother Luo!"

The visitor was none other than Yu Lijing, who was entrusted by Huang Ru to find Yin Xiaoshen. Unexpectedly, he saw Fu Zixi persecuting Xia Ru and became furious.

"Hehehe, my son, you came too late."

Fu Zixi withdrew the spell and watched Yuli Jing running to the edge of the cliff in a leisurely manner.

"kill!"

The Eight Banners Martial God waved his palms again, and struck Yu Li Jing with his extremely evil palm, forcing Yu Li Jing to take a few steps back.

"hateful!"

Yu Lijing was eager to save people, rushing left and right, but could not break through the interference of the Eight Banners.

"My son, you can go back to Confucianism first to report the funeral. My father will not stop you from such a big event. By the way, there is also Yuming Danxin and Jun Fengtian. Tsk tsk, it was such a miserable death."

"shut up!"

The grief of losing his adoptive father has become irreversible. At this moment, Yu Lijing, the chivalrous and Confucian father and son, must save him. He never put down the sword in his hand and urged his true energy to attack again.

"Sword Zhen Tian Tao!"

boom!

The Confucianism style collided with the power of the evil god, and Yuli Jing spat out a mouthful of vermilion.

"My son, Xia Confucianism cannot be shaken, so what can you do, just give up."

"is it?"

Suddenly, two more awe-inspiring sword winds swept across, and one assisted Yuli Jing, powerfully shaking the Eight Banners Martial God.

Immediately, three figures appeared on the battlefield, it was Tiandu Ji Xia Shang, Huang Quan and Xiao Jian Bu, who came to slay the Ghost Dragon King.

Huang Quan's silver spear flicked and took the move of the Eight Banners Martial God.

Ji Xia Shang unfolded the style of a gentleman, the seal of the Nine Fives, and his swords were like fire and wind, slashing at Fu Zixi.

The blunt figure of the laughing sword is as fast as a shooting star, and he throws himself under the cliff to save people.

"Ok?"

The unexpected changes made Fu Zixi full of astonishment: "How could it be you?"

"According to Lord Wu's order, none of the eight tribes of Tianxie will be left behind, and the eight traces of the Immortal Yue Zi Chen Linfeng will appear!"

The only reply to him was a ruthless offensive. The two swords were connected in a chain, one sword as tight as the other, and the other as sharp as the other. The attack left Fu Zixi with no chance to breathe.

At this time, under the cliff, Yin Xiaoshen grabbed a branch growing out of the cliff with one hand, and hung Luo Pingqiu with the other hand, trying his best to fight to death. “Master, please let go.”

"Pingqiu, hold on!"

However, the connected hands gradually lost their strength, and the branch that bore the gravity of the two people gradually broke.

Luo Pingqiu tried his best to smile: "Brother Xiao, it can't bear the weight of the two of us, let it go."

"Mai is joking with me right now, hold on tight, Luo Pingqiu!"

"It's my responsibility regarding the Eight Banners Martial God. I caused you trouble, but at least in the end, don't drag you into trouble again."

"Do you think this means everything is settled? You owe me what you owe me, and you must pay me back slowly!"

Luo Pingqiu smiled sadly again: "You know? What I can't accept the most about myself is that I really doubted you, and because of my reasons, I hurt many people, but you didn't blame me at all."

Yin Xiaoshen suddenly felt something bad in his heart and shouted urgently: "If you have anything to say, tell me slowly later. Do you want me to beg you?"

The branches crackled and continued to break, leaving only the last strand connected to the trunk.

"Brother Xiao, let go!"

"I will never let go. You are the child I raised with all my heart, and you are my good boy!"

Tears rolled down from Yin Xiaoshen's eyes, dripped on Luo Pingqiu's face, and formed more rivers, flowing freely.

Luo Pingqiu looked at Yin Xiaoshen with infinite nostalgia: "Master, remember that I promised you that if there is anything you can't do, I will do it for you."

"what are you going to do?"

"Sorry, this is the last thing I can do for you."

Suddenly, Luo Pingqiu's free hand turned into a sword and slashed towards his wrist.

Then, like a white bird with broken wings, it fell into the abyss.

"Pingqiu!"

At this desperate moment, a figure passed by Yin Xiaoshen, blowing down the cliff bottom like the wind, hugging Luo Pingqiu, and spiraling up again like the wind.

"Banyu Lingjue, drink!"

Among the countless black and white feathers, the smiling sword bluntly moved its feet against the wind, as graceful as flying. When it approached Yin Xiaoshen, it pulled him up the cliff together.

"Pingqiu, Pingqiu, how are you?"

Xiao Jian Blun put Luo Pingqiu into Yin Xiaoshen's arms: "The broken wrist needs to be dealt with. You might as well take him back to Confucianism first and let us take over."

"Thank you, Li Jing, let's go."

"Your Majesty, you go to the direction of Wenfeng Valley first. Your Majesty the Emperor and everyone are waiting for you five hundred miles ahead."

Yin Xiaoshen didn't think much and hugged Luo Pingqiu and retreated.

Yulijing withdrew his sword and retreated, watching the battle between Jixiashang and Fuzixi. Xiaojianbu then joined the siege of the Eight Banners Martial God.

The two swords are fanned together, the figure is flying quickly, the sword light is majestic, the sky is holy, the bones are gloomy, and the evil energy is flowing.

"Ba Xuan Wu·Soul Soul Ghost Blade!"

Fu Zixi once again borrowed the power of the evil god, and the bone fan in his hand suddenly turned into a sharp blade, and delivered a deadly blow.

"Send the sword to the rain, worship the cold and support the wind, and the north wind blows the sword and white glass!"

Suddenly, Ji Xia Shang's moves changed, the wind turned into cold rain, white snow flew, and Fu Zixi's whole body condensed into ice.

It was another earth-shaking meeting, the evil energy broke through the ice and frost, and Fu Zixi's figure flashed and was about to disappear.

Unexpectedly, a pure sword intention suddenly appeared, carrying the Confucianism's eternal holy energy, and penetrated directly into the body of the Ghost Dragon King.

"One stroke of pen will last forever!"

Pfft!

"My son, you?"

The sword entered the ghost's body, and the holy energy overflowed, constantly impacting Fu Zixi's body.

"Father, the world has become the end of the world due to the evil gods of Baqi. Stop it."

"So my son, you want to kill your relatives out of justice?"

"If it weren't for the Eight Tribes of Heaven and Evil, how could Dharma and Confucianism have died tragically? Yuli Jing would have sent you all to hell."

"Very good, very good...hahahahaha!"

In a series of sad laughter, there was Fu Zixi's lingering look. The fate between father and son was finally over.

(End of this chapter)