Talisman Emperor

Chen Xiao's eyes are cold and indifferent, like the immortalized brown ice.

He was stained with blood, numerous wounds, dark and thick long hair stained with a strand of blood, and his gas engine was on the verge of collapse.

He had previously fought Lu Tianze and others. In fact, he had used his best efforts to deter the people present, knock on the mountain tiger. No one knew how much physical energy he consumed when he seemed to easily kill his opponents.

But even so, when he heard that Qing Xiu and Zhen Liu Qing were in danger of his life, he came. The horse kept his hooves open, leaving no time for himself to recover.

Then… he began to fight with the entire Loshui merchants.

Compared to Lu Tianze and others, Luo Shui Shang's power is more than one-size-fits-all. He has exhausted all means, tried his best, without any reservations.

And in order to solve the opponent in the shortest possible time, in order to buy more time to rescue Sir and Zhen Er Daughter, he has been unable to take care of his own safety, completely fighting with his life blood.

Injuries are inevitable, even if his body is strong enough to be repaired, but the drain of his own strength is simply irreparable in a short time.

Until now, the whole day of uninterrupted fighting has made Chen Xi not remember how many injuries he has suffered and how much blood he has spilled. The reason why he has been able to persevere to this day is only supported by a single obsession.

Fortunately, the enemy is about to be slaughtered, and now there is only one sparrow left, not enough to fear.

But that's when the change happened.

A sword like rain suddenly burst from afar, the sounds of the dao roar, the heavens and the earth tremble and tremble, like a great river pouring down from the sky, the power pounds.

As you can clearly see, each raindrop is as sharp as fine gold, puncturing the nearby buildings, turning them into honeycombs and holes everywhere.

Wind sword white, he surrounded by a tidal sword like the ocean, just one blow, makes the heavens rain, the water on the ground boils, becomes a Zelig country, is lost, and pinches the power of the heavens and the earth.

Chen Xi's eyes stirred, his heart's anger erupted like molten pulp, this sword white is like a maggot of bones, the shadow does not disperse, repeatedly obstruct himself, should really kill!

Boom!

The dull noise like the tsunami, the waves are shocked, all by the sword, has rushed to flood Chen Ti.

In the face of these attacks, Chen Xiao, despite his anger, had to evade temporarily, and his physical strength was no longer able to support him in dismantling these attacks.

“Hmm, I'll see how long you can hide!” It was no surprise that Chen Xiaoru was so good at killing after a blow.

Boom!

Another sword of fury, Chen Xi had been unable to escape, and was directly bombed out, coughing blood, pale face a little transparent.

As such, the wind sword is tight, trying to kill Chen Xi completely, and Chen Xi's physical damage can only be avoided, from time to time he is severely traumatized, and his body is bleeding like a spring, and his wounds are countless, and he is about to break apart.

Everyone who watched the war from afar couldn't help but sigh.

The sight of Chen Xi destroyed Luo Shuishang's company and created a feat that shook the whole city. However, at this critical moment, he was killed by the wind sword and forced into despair for a moment. Such a huge lag was forced upon them to sigh.

In contrast, the spectators were all sympathetic to Chen Xi's experience. He came from an ordinary dynasty and was able to walk all the way to this day, which was extremely admirable and respectful.

Now he's afraid to fight the Los Angeles merchants, not to save his two companions? Who can not admire this kind of benevolent integrity?

And the opposite of the wind sword white, man is too dark.

The Huaiyin Xue Clan, as well as Datang, Dahan and Wednesday's top dynasties, also remained silent. They came here to divide the land of the Guanluo Water Merchants. As for whether Chen Xi was dead or alive, they did not care at all.

And those who have come into contact with Chen Xi, such as Xue Yanchen and Su Qingyan, although they also have great sympathy for what happened to Chen Xi, they have chosen to stand idly by for their own benefit.

It is not their fault that Chen Xi, who is not a companion of their camp, has little connection to each other, let alone a stake in interests, and it is logical that they choose to stand idly by.

However, no matter what is in the minds of the people in the place, they subconsciously believe that Chen Xiao is dying today, it's just a matter of time and night.

No one noticed, just in the far corner, two pairs of eyes staring at the battlefield.

“Remember what I said before? ”

“Remember.”

“Actually, if I'm wrong, he won't cry. I don't know, but now I know that he can hurt, bleed, or even fight his own life to save us. ”

“… hmm. ”

“Are you crying? ”

“Nice.”

“I'm surprised to hear you admit it yourself. So you've completely forgiven him? ”

“Perhaps. ”

“Well, I know how you feel, but shouldn't we just act and watch him walk towards death? ”

“Do me a favor. ”

“What?”

“Like killing Shang Kun, killing Feng Jianbai. ”

“Okay!”

The voice just fell, and the two shadows came out of the shadows.

One figure is like smoke, clothes are flying, like a fairy who does not devour fireworks; the other is pure euphemism, benevolent eyes, clear eyes like water, shine of wisdom.

Exactly Ching Xiu Yu and Zhen Liu Qing.

“Pfft!”

Chen Xiao spit out a breath of blood again, his body flew out and hit the ground heavily. His body, clothes and hair were soaked with blood water and stained with dust.

He struggled to climb up again.

Even with his shadow shaking, he insisted, his eyes burning with terrible flames, stubborn and stubborn.

“What if we survive the Nirvana Phoenix and have the potential to be supreme? What if he came first on the Wuhuang War Soul Tablet? Whoever opposes my sword will not escape. ”

In the distance, the windsword walked in white, his hands carrying his back, so that he could measure the tides in his spare time, his cheeks as white as a jade could not help but smile in triumph.

“If it's unusual, do you think you can live to this day?” Chen Xi lifted his hand to wipe off the blood stains on his lips, sounded dull and calm, with an undisguised mockery, "Of course, a man as dark as you would only rob with fire, understandably. ”

“Ridiculous!” The windsword smiled coldly, "Don't you understand what King Cheng is saying? ”

“You haven't won, I'm not dead.” Chen Xi was silent for a long time and replied quietly, with a resolute voice that never gave up.

Rumor has it, the distant people watching the war have no reason to rise a complicated, maybe it is precisely because of this determination not to make a death vow that Chen Xiao can achieve this kind of achievement? Unfortunately, such a figure is an emotional and inevitable death today.

“You said you weren't dead?” The wind sword whitewashed, suddenly laughed loudly, ridiculous, “In that case, I'll let you die now! ”

He raised his hand and grabbed it. An invisible rain sword was molded. The sword rolled like a thunderbolt. The roar sounded like he couldn't wait to drink blood.

Boom!

However, without waiting for him to cut out the sword, he felt a sudden tingle in front of his eyes. The power of endless glitter flooded into the sky, divine and haunting, covering the eight poles of all directions.

At the same time, a depressing dark force of heart trembling, silent, surging, deep and dark, like the darkness of the end.

For a moment, the divine and haunting power of light and the deeply hidden power of darkness, each occupying half the sky, black and white, intersecting like twins, circulating into a huge circle, covering the entire heavens and the earth.

And in that black and white merged circular pattern, a woman stood proud of herself, releasing a blanching glow around her, sacred, noble, so that one could not help but worship devotion without daring to blasphemy.

On the other hand, a woman is born of darkness, killing, majesty, indifference, with the deepest palpitations and repression of the heart.

The two women, one bright as day, one dark as night, both standing in a circular pattern of black and white convergence, remotely opposite each other, instead creating a strange connection, causing the entire heavens and earth to fall into a terrible field of near chaos.

Boom!

The giant black and white circular pattern slowly rotates in the sky, like a grinding disc in the sky, making a roaring sound like a boulevard, like a desire to annihilate everything in the heavens and the earth.

These bizarre sights, amazed by the stifling, creepy, unspeakable breath of lethal repression, such as falling into the ice cave, are all over the body.

“Tai Chi, this is Tai Chi Avenue! For years, these rare avenues have been recreated! ”

“Light and darkness are rare avenues, and now the power of the Ethereal Avenue has been deployed. Such means are simply a coincidence to create, amaze, and cry! ”

Some people in the crowd couldn't help but shout and shock and dare not believe it.

Even the Huaiyin Xue family and the men and horses of the three top dynasties showed their astonishment. I didn't expect to see Tai Chi Avenue at this time, which had not appeared for a long time.

And when Chen Xi saw the two women standing in the Tai Chi pattern, she couldn't help but feel a little lighter in her heart. “If she didn't die, that's good, that's good...”