Gate of God

"Haoer!" Nangong Tian's voice rang again, and his eyes were obviously red, because even he could see the thrill of the sword just now.

If at the last moment Nangong Hao gave up the **** mountains and rivers that swallowed Yan Xiu, then the current consequences are almost unimaginable.

"Nangong Master, seems to be excited?" Yan Yin's eyes glanced at Nangong Tian's clenched fists, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Yan Yin, don't be too proud!"

"Oh? Master Nangong, do you still want to do it with me?"

"Humph!" Nangong Tian snorted coldly, his face dimmed, and he looked at Nangonghao not far away, looking at the wound on Nangonghao's shoulder, and his breath became a little unstable.

And Yan Xiu in the field was also looking at Nangong Hao at the moment.

For Yan Xiu, of course, what Fang Zhengzhi said just now is impossible to believe, or it is impossible to believe completely, but it does not include tacit understanding.

Because, such a tacit understanding, it must take a long time to run in before it can be achieved.

For example, the match he just made with Fang Zhengzhi.

The Scarlet Mountains and Rivers figure out the move, and Nangonghao immediately devoured the Blood Sacrifice Diagram. If nothing unexpected happens, Nangonghao can devour or bounce back the Scarlet Mountains and Rivers figure.

However, Fang Zhengzhi had already made a move before Nangong Hao had completed his devour.

This means that when he started his hand, Fang Zhengzhi had already guessed his move, and also expected Nangong Hao's move, so he could take advantage of Nangong Hao's swallowing the sword for the first time.

"It's a coincidence?" Yan Xiu wanted to ask what was happening, but now it's obviously not the right time, because Fang Zhengzhi also moved again after slashing Nangong Hao with a sword.

One punch!

It directly hit the wound on Nangonghao's shoulder!

Blood splashed again.

It can be said that Fang Zhengzheng has indeed exerted the concept of taking advantage of your illness to the extreme. As soon as one stroke is hit, there will inevitably be a second stroke, or even a third stroke.

And this principle, Yan Xiu also understands.

Therefore, he naturally knows that if he delays further, the result of this match will already come out, so it is meaningless for him to shoot at this time.

No more hesitation.

Because, he has never been a hesitant person.

In an instant, Yan Xiu's figure also moved again, and his body turned into a black afterimage, which appeared in front of Nangonghao at a very fast speed.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

The injured Nangong Hao's body flew back again, and his face became extremely pale, and he could not help but spit out the corner of his mouth again.

And under the altar.

Daoxin's nervous eyes were finally relaxed at this moment, but there were more or less complicated complexities in his eyes.

"Repair, it's not my cruelty, if it's not forced to helplessness, I definitely don't want to lie to you, nor do you want to have any intersection with Fang Zhengzhi again, but this matter is impossible for anyone but you... "Dao Xin's lips lightened up, and then his eyes turned slightly upward, and he looked at the sky: "Fangzheng, I never thought you could live, but you did survive, then, even if you pay hard At the cost of the greatest risk, I must let you die again!"

"Heart, don't you worry that Yan Xiu and Fang Zhengzhi will restore their memories?" Dao Soul's voice rang at this time.

"No, I'm not worried about this." Dao Xin shook his head.

"Well, I really don't need to worry, because Yan Xiu's memory is absolutely impossible to be restored." Dao Soon heard this and nodded gently.

"I know." Dao Xin nodded and looked at Yan Xiu. She naturally knew the meaning of Dao Soul's words, but there was still a faint worry in her eyes: "Actually, I'm really afraid It’s not that Yan Xiu will restore his memory, but whether the two of them will be friends again!"

The latter sentence of Daoxin was not spoken because, as long as Yan Xiu can really do his best to do it today, this kind of possibility is just her excessive worry, and simply no longer exists.

Fortunately...

In a battle like this now, even if Yan Xiu's heart is really fluctuating, however, the circumstances make it impossible for Yan Xiu to have too much time to find out the truth.

"Boom!" The sound from the field came again.

I have to say that my heart's guess is not wrong, because Yan Xiu really does not have time to think more and ask more, everything is moving towards her plan.

With the cooperation of Yan Xiu and Fang Zhengzheng, Nangong Hao now basically has no power to fight back. He is forced to retreat and retreat, almost to withdraw from the edge of the altar.

And Fang Zhengzhi didn't seem to have any precautions against Yan Xiu at all. He was still in front of Yan Xiu as before, and he continued to attack Nangong Hao.

"Yan Xiu, the last blow!" Fang Zhengzheng's eyes looked at Nangong Hao who had retreated to the edge of the altar, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter.

"Huh." Yan Xiu nodded gently, and at the same time, the silver bone blood fan in his hand also tightened again, and there seemed to be some firmness in his expression.

And at this time, Fang Zhengzhi also moved again.

Just like before, he rushed towards Nangonghao first, and the magical purple light was flowing on the invisible sword in his hand. Without any hesitation, he cut it towards Nangonghao.

Nangong Hao pressed one hand on his shoulder and the other hand was holding the Wuwei Sword. He saw Fang Zhengzhi rushing over again, and there was a touch of determination in his expression.

There is no retreat, because he has retired.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

Blood light rose into the sky, completely blocking the sky's sunlight, making the entire sky as if stained with bright red blood.

The sky's blood mist, which diffused in the air, sometimes became a stream of light, and sometimes became a **** character, which was cold and palpitating.

Immediately afterwards, a figure suddenly flew out of the blood, drawing an arc in the air like the same streamer, and then fell heavily on the ground.

"Boom!" The ground shattered.

"Have you won?"

"Is it finally over?"

"Nangong Hao lost?"

The Zongmen disciples around them saw this scene one by one, and immediately looked at the figure falling on the ground, but after they saw the figure falling on the ground, their eyes widened.

Because the person who fell on the ground was not Nangong Hao.

It's just integrity!

"what happend?!"

"Fang Zhengzheng...was shot away?"

"how can that be?"

If what happened in front of us happened half an hour ago, Fang Zhengzhi was attacked and flew at the beginning when he fought Nangong Hao, and the disciples around him would never be surprised.

But now...

Fang Zhengzhi has clearly taken the absolute upper hand. At this time, he was suddenly hit and flew, which undoubtedly made the surrounding Zongmen disciples somewhat unbelievable.

It's not just the disciples around Zongmen who can't believe it.

Within the five gates of the Sanctuary, Mo Shanshi, Mu Qingfeng and others, even Qian Yu, were obviously shocked. They didn’t even know what was going on.

However, the fact is that Fang Zhengzhen did fall to the ground, and, judging from the expression, there seemed to be an extreme pain.

"Nangong Hao, you... didn't expect you to still hide the last move..." Fang Zhengzhi's body twitched sharply, and then his eyes rolled, and he fainted immediately.

Such a change really came a little too fast.

"fainted?!"

"So fainted?"

"No way?"

The disciples around Zongmen couldn't fully react. After all, compared with the prestige before Fang Zhengzheng, it is now too weak.

If you hit the fly, then get up and try again.

Just fainted, what does it mean?

The disciples of Zongmen looked at Fang Zhengzhen who passed out, and then looked at Nangonghao, who was wrapped in blood, which was really unacceptable.

In fact, not only the Zongmen disciples could accept it, but even Nangonghao, who was a party, had a clear surprise on his face, staring at the fainting Fang Zhengzhen, and he stayed in place for a while.

Very subtle atmosphere.

It's so subtle that even Bai Fei has stopped tapping the armrest of the chair even as usual, and her fingers are suspended in mid-air, almost motionless.

But if it is said that there is another person on the zenith of Tianchan Mountain, that person is absolutely the Dao Xin sitting directly in front of the Yin Yang Temple.

"Xiu, thank you." Daoxin's lips moved lightly, and then his gaze also looked at the somewhat indifferent figure standing in the field.

However, compared with Dao Xin's calmness, Yan Xiu's face was not too calm, and even Yan Xiu's face was slightly dazed.

Moreover, this expression is almost the same as the expression on Nangong Hao's face.

Looking at Fang Zhengzhen, who was unconscious and fell to the ground, he looked at Nangonghao, who was wrapped in blood in front of him, and Yan Xiu stood in the same place in a daze.

Until there was a voice in his ear.

"Yan Xiu, seize the opportunity!" This voice naturally comes from the Yin and Yang Palace, but not from Dao Xin, but from Dao Soul.

It can be heard that there is a slight excitement in this voice, because, in this case, the result of this Wubi is actually already predictable.

Yan Xiu finally recovered at this time.

Even though, there was still surprise on his face, his eyes fell quickly on Nangong Hao, and his figure rushed towards Nangong Hao like lightning.

"Huh?!" Nangong Hao also reacted at the same time, watching Yan Xiu rushed over, and his footsteps swiftly took two steps forward, welcoming towards Yan Xiu.

"Boom!" Two punches and two bumps.

The black light and blood light are intertwined, making a fierce collision sound, but in the end, the blood light still recedes quickly, being depressed by the black light.

And Nangong Hao's footsteps also retreated involuntarily.

One step, two steps!

By the second step, Nangong Hao's face was pale and snowy, but his lips were biting tightly, and his teeth trembling.

third step!

Nangong Hao's feet lifted up, but he stayed in the air, and finally did not take this step. One foot was fixed outside the edge of the altar.

"You can't win." Yan Xiu's eyes looked at Nangong Haoding's foot in the air, his brow furrowed slightly, and his voice was very cold.

"I...know." Nangong Hao's body was trembling obviously. While talking, a sip of blood spit out again from his mouth.

Because, as Yan Xiu said, it is indeed impossible for him to win anymore. After all, the injuries on his body are so heavy that there is no way to fight anymore, even if he has a blood sacrifice picture.

However, Yan Xiu's attack power is too strong, even to the heyday, he can not win with a few tricks, and, most importantly, Yan Xiu's strength is also not based on blood talent .

"Huo'er, the last step, your opponent is only one of Yan Xiu, you must go on anyway!" Nangong Tian's voice rang again at this time.

"Is the last one?" Nangong Hao's mouth was bitter.

"Huo'er, you are a child of Nangong Family~www.readwn.com~ How can you lose here?"

"Yeah, for this moment, too much has been sacrificed. How can I defeat this last step... But, some things are destined to be too hard... This may be God's will..."

"There is no providence, our Nangong family will be able to succeed!"

"Success? How to succeed?" Nangong Hao's eyes turned to Yan Xiu in front of him. The Wuwei sword in his hand pierced the ground. Now he can't hold the Wuwei sword any more, how can he stop Yan Xiu's one? hit?

"Sacrifice, we can sacrifice again!" Nangong Tian looked at Nangong Hao's hands to fall on the Wuwei sword, his eyes also became a little red, and then his eyes also looked fiercely at Nangongmu behind him: "Wood Son, your father wants to borrow something from you, would you like it?"

"Something? What... something?" Nangong Mu's body trembled, and he naturally saw what was happening in the field, but how could he stop him from being seriously injured on the ground.

Fang Zhengzheng's toughness, plus Yan Xiu's halfway kill, all this is like what Nangong Hao said.

Nangongmu did not understand.

What he doesn't understand is, what can he do at this point?

But soon, he seemed to understand a little, because he saw a dagger, which appeared in the hands of his father Nangong Tian.

"Mu'er, my father is sorry for you, but that is your destiny. In fact, from the time you swallowed the fruit of the **** tree, all this is already doomed, but, if it is not forced to helplessness, I really do not want to go here One step, I really don't want to..." Nangong Tian's words came here, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Father, you..." Nangong Mu's eyes were rounded at this moment because his father, his biological father, had thrust a dagger into his chest.