Chapter three hundred and sixty-one. People are going to die

The beloved disciples did not know whether they would live or die, and all kinds of attacks jingled on their own shields, like music urging their lives to be handed over to them in the wild, wind-swept mountains, and if it were not for the sheer will to survive, i fear the cold Nebula has suffered a nervous breakdown.

"Master, don't make a mess! Take care of the archers first! "

Wan Ning's words like a wake-up call, will cold Nebulae Shudder, yes! Linglong tower is useless against the elemental shields, but those archers are mortal, how can they be hit! In the hands of the French law, tower in the air suddenly changed direction, directly opened a ladle archers, and then not stop, to another archers fly.

"THAT'S IT! " Van Morin nodded, and so did she, using the elemental shield to withstand the attack, the little eight-sided hammer harvesting the lives of the archers one by one.

"Brothers! FIGHT AH! " Those mortal archers see people around a miserable death, simply will bow a throw, rivers and lakes blood on the brain, have drawn waist knife, regardless, rushed forward to fight with two people. But if the monks could be hurt by their methods, they wouldn't be able to fix anything. Linglong Tower and eight-sided Hammer in the air up and down, the blink of an eye killed into a river of blood, not one left.

"BASTARD! " The Opposite Friar also urgent eyes, desperately drive the law to attack more than, and no bow and Arrow attack, cold nebula finally stable mind, single-mindedly with the element shield hard fight, and from time to time take out a grain of qi-returning Elixir added.

The two sides attacked and defended each other, and once again the duel was a close one.

A breeze rose gradually from the nameless valley, and picked up the smell of blood on the spot, and the crash of the instruments of the law, and the sound of shouting and shouting, spread far and wide.

Time is running out, the Battle of pure attrition is coming to an end, the cold Nebula is running out of fuel, I don't know how many additional elemental shields this is, but vanmorning is in good shape, and victory is in the offing.

"Son of a bitch, loser, bitch... "

The two monks on the opposite mountain saw their spiritual strength quickly exhausted, the mouth cursed, but the voice is increasingly weak, more and more low curse.

"YAH! "

At last, with a soft drink, vanmorning killed the friar with a hammer.

The attack on the cold Nebula came to an abrupt end, and the friar who confronted the cold Nebula died instantly and silently, as if his body had been drained of water and turned into a mummified corpse, holding the secret of the attack until his death.

"Luck! "

The source of the Cold Nebula was also damaged, and until he passed out, the only thought he had was that if he hadn't been in charge, he would have been the only one with a lot of his savings in a storage bag.

"Master! "

"Master! "

I do not know how long fainted, and finally from the sound of shouting again, cold Nebula see Chen Peng that old face with tears, as if to see the world's most beautiful woman, mouth movement, make a far-fetched smile.

"I'm glad you're all right, everyone. Are you all right? "

Chen Peng's face is sorrowful: "master you first rest, recuperates the good body. "

"Don't! ? "

The Cold Nebula saw his face, his heart sank to the ground, and his head turned stiffly in pain. His eyes looked around him. There were limbs and broken limbs all over the nameless valley, blood and flesh everywhere in the beach, blood and blood all over Anqixuan and other people were covered with blood beside a large stone that stood out beside a hill, crooked leaning, chest ups and downs, should still be alive, but in this case still sleep with eyes closed, visible injuries are not light. A body lay on the stone, covered by a Taoist robe, the familiar red pattern of which was unique to the Yunwu family.

"which... which one? "

Cold nebula sadness comes from, along the canthus, the tears silently flow down, finally, still can not escape the cruelty of the struggle.

"Yes... Huang He. Wen Yu, who was standing at the end of the battle, was unlucky and was hit by a piece of heavy shield. "

The Cold Nebula closed its eyes in pain, shook its head slowly, and never spoke again. Huang he followed him to Yunwuchuan more than eight years, everything hard-working, although water system Linggen, but from time to time to belong to their own spiritual practice time, let Wang Qi, so sensible he has been ignored by himself. Did Not expect to die today in this, if not their fear of purple do not with, and how can come to this point.

Chen Peng see cold nebula although grief, but the situation is still stable, finally put down his heart, to his storage bag, take out the inside of the Elixir, and to take care of Anqixuan, etc. .

The valley was silent again, but the smell of blood in the air was too thick to melt.

As the night wore on, the mountain winds grew stronger, and despite being surrounded by the clouds and fog gate robes of Wen Yang, the cold Nebula was still chilled to the bone, and neither Zhao Liangde nor any of the nearby monks had been seen since the warning firework was launched, it doesn't make you feel bad.

Anqixuan and other people also gradually wake up, learn the death of Huang He, all deeply grieved, prostrate on his body, burst out crying, crying into the heart of the cold Nebula, really like a heart of torture.

"when Yunwu Gate was wiped out, no one was killed, but this time... "

Anqi Xuan was closest to Wenyu, a pair of arms were all blown off. Fortunately, the Cold Nebula had a second-order Myogram, and was slowly growing back. The process should have been extremely painful, but he managed to walk over to the Cold Nebula and sat down, he spoke coldly.

Cold Nebula know he is in blame oneself, should not agree to Zhao Liangde request, the result now end up. But this matter involves purple not with, involves the cloud and mist door up and down so many people's lives, oneself will never reveal half a word, although in the heart drops blood, aggrieved ten thousand, but also have to be silent, turn away, living to receive.

"Alas... "

When Anqixuan saw him like this, he didn't understand and felt sorry for him. He had to go back and visit the rest of the wounded.

"How didn't see ten thousand girls, he shi younger brother, Ancient Shi younger brother? " The whole search does not find these three people, an seven Xuan hurriedly pulled past Chen Peng to ask a question.

"brother Gu never showed up. Miss Wan and brother he went to look for him. "

Although Chen Peng was timid and afraid of things, he had spent more than 10 years in Sanxiu in the Wind Ridge, and he had seen many fights. Naturally, he would not hold grudges against the cold Nebula like an Qixuan, "How can there be such a good thing under the sun when you want benefits and refuse to take risks? " In his heart, he doesn't think highly of Ann Qixuan's attitude toward the Cold Nebula, but he doesn't want to say this to Ann Qixuan. After all, he and Cheng are very close, the relationship with Anqixuan is more delicate.

"The ancient teacher younger brother... " Ann Qi Xuan mutters in the mouth, "other people are clever, should not have an accident? "

He did not know how to answer him. The fighting was so fierce that Gougy would have come back for help if nothing had happened. He had no choice but to go about his business, first lighting a campfire, dragging the cold Nebula, which had fallen into a coma, to settle down, then running in the dark to look for it among the dead in Sandomen, and picking up five or six storage bags under Ann's puzzled gaze.

"You haven't experienced it, " he said. "This is the way it's always been in stormy ridge. It's a winner-take-all game. "

Chen Peng will store bag one head throw in cold nebular side, also do not see inside what thing, only kind of read the tone of vicissitudes of life, slowly telling.

"The zongmen, where I was then, was much stronger than the Yunwu Gate, but it was extinguished overnight. I still remember that night when all the resistance monks, men and women, young and old, were killed by the dozens, big and small, but did I hate each other? You're supposed to hate it, but I don't. I've lived half my life, and I've seen too much of it on Wind Ridge. There is no such thing as the virtue of good living, only strength, only winners, the weak can not survive, like today's mountain gate. Who can say that they have not done what the mountain capital did and any family living in the Wind Ridge? Their only fault, is to make Wei Laozu from the heart of coveting, why Wei Laozu only want their life? It doesn't matter. You just have to pick the easy ones. In the Wind Ridge, in order not to be eaten, not to end up like the mountain, you have to be ruthless, ruthless to others, to yourself, more ruthless, I can not do, so I do not hate others, I only hate myself not to get up. Like him... .. ."

He pointed to the corpse of the Friar who was facing off against cold Nebula, which was still sitting cross-legged, with his hands in the air, his eyes fixed on the front, a grimacing expression of great hatred, especially dark and strange in the light of the fire.

"He's tough enough. He's tough on his enemies, but he's tougher on himself. Only in this way will he have a chance to succeed, a chance to survive in the Wind Ridge, if he can hold on a little longer, it will be the master who will die, and it will be us. He only practiced the second layer of Qi, just like Huang He. If he is not tough enough, how can he force the master who practiced the fifth layer of Qi to this point?"

Silence of an Qi Xuan.

In the quiet night, apart from Chen Peng's voice, only the fire crackled and crackled, and he did not use the monks'usual fluorspar to light it, not only for the warmth of the fire, and because it provides a sense of security that exists in the deepest recesses of the human psyche.

"death... Though it may be terrible, a fight to the death is not necessarily a kind of practice, fighting fate and fate, fighting for life with others. Countless monks in the storm Ridge grew up and broke through in this kind of fight . You under the Chu family's wing, the comfortable life passes too long, later will slowly understand ....

Chen Peng no longer spoke, fell down, and soon fell into a coma, his internal injuries are not light, wake up has been busy, and finally can not resist. Only an Qi Xuan is ceaselessly the double arm that grows flesh is painful can not sleep, a person is facing bonfire daze.

When the fire went out, the sky turned to white, and the night wind, which had diluted the smell of blood in the unknown valley, two figures came out of the woods in the distance, a man and a woman, Anqixuan looked like Wang Qi and Wan moning, he threw back his empty sleeves and went up to meet her.

"What's the matter? "

When they came near, they found both of them sobbing silently. Looking into Wang Qi's arms, he was holding a headless corpse in his arms.

"The ancient guitar... "

Anqi Xuan eye socket instantly red, "is he? "