Chapter 397
The bloody rain flies, Ning Daoqi holds the sword and stands facing the blood shadow of the opposite side of the shuttle. A Tsing Yi robes are battered and exhausted, and the left hand is weakly curled up. It has become decayed below the elbow.
Although I already know that the bloody blood shadow of the dead zone in Siyi is very dangerous, but only really fights, Ningdao Genius deeply understands their terrifying.
These blood shadows are invisible and inferior, and the sword is hard to hurt. Even the highly condensed True Qi is just the end of being eroded by corrosion.
Only the masters of the big grandmaster level, with their own spiritual cultivation base, condensed on the weapon, turned into a peerless sword, and the sword can kill these blood shadows, and even the Great Grandmaster can only face each other. On the third and fourth blood shadows, the number is a little more, it is easy to be hit by the blood shadow, and turned into a dead body.
“Ning Fellow Daoist ……” A middle-aged man with an ugly face sighed: “If you can live, please help me plant some white chrysanthemums in the land of my home country. The three littlesters are still young. I hope that Ning Dao will look at my face and take care of them a little!”
“Fu brother!” Ning Dodge turned back and wanted to say something, but only silently.
Mr. Fu Cailin said with a smile: “Ning Fellow Daoist doesn’t have to be sad for me…” He stroked the huge wound behind his chest and said calmly: “The wonderful life, never eclipsed by death, lived in me. In the days that passed, I have been trying to find and think about this unpredictable and unspeakable thing, and I am moved by the greatness of life.”
“But when I saw the existence of Gorefiend, I suddenly realized that… I have always used kendo to understand and find the mystery of life, but I forgot that it is around us. I use swords to praise and praise life. Great, but when I witnessed them being destroyed and destroyed, they could not protect it.”
“From that moment on, my sword is not only to understand and the beauty of the world, but also to protect this moving and beautiful.”
“Fu Cailin is willing to die for this…” The swordsmanship blooms in his hands with incomparable colors. The humble life is the most ugly thing, but it is also the most beautiful thing, small and grand, fragile and strong.
奕 术 术 是 是 是 是 是 是 是 将 将 将 将 奕 奕 奕 奕 奕 奕 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅 傅The feeling is virtual, the feeling of the heart is real. Its essence is to appreciate and taste with a bystander’s mentality.
But at this moment, Fu Cailin gave up the spectator’s mentality and really immersed himself in the tribute to life. He seemed to smell the scent of bitterness and salty scent in his memory, and smelled the taste of kosher in the childhood. The memories of my hometown are slowly clear and vivid, no longer beside aloof and remote, but appreciate, but really taste and immerse…
Bean rice in childhood home…
Winter is warm by my mother in my arms…
The joy of holding the sword for the first time…
Became the glory of Korea’s only Great Grandmaster…
Until the end, Gorefiend ravaged Gorgeous Desire…
“From that moment on, everything I have died is dead! At the moment of holding the sword, I just want to go back to the past and guard the things in my life that touch me… even if I gamble on my life…” The hand holding the sword became firmer, and even the serious injury to the chest could not prevent Fu Cailin from throwing the sword.
Dedicated to your own life and moving, to save the sword of the past.
Behind Fu Cailin, there is a phantom that Ning Dodge is very familiar with. The existence of the so-called avatar and the body of Fu Cailin are combined into one, throwing an unparalleled sword, taking away a small half of the sky and taking away His life.
In the horrified eyes, part of the blood god scattered a blood light. They have ordinary farmers, some soldiers and merchants, but they are all dressed up as Koreans. These Ming have been transformed into blood gods, the essence is The existence of pollution, this moment actually under the sword of Fu Cailin, restored the original form.
Millions of souls are delighted, calm, and quietly dispersed with Fu Cailin, returning to heaven and earth.
“I really want to… I want to eat another kimchi in my hometown!”
Leaving the last remnant of the sound, Fu Cailin’s body fell down, and Ning Daoqi cried: “Fu brother!”
Even though Fu Cailin tried his best to save millions of souls, the blood shadow in the sky still did not reduce the half point. The thick blood cloud was pressed by the Ning Duoqi, and on the edge of the Yangtze River, countless Ning Daoqi The sword and the blood shadow smothered and protected the flowering god tree behind him. Bi Xuan took the spear and stood under the blood cloud.
Looking back at Fu Cailin’s fall, he also sighed tiredly: “Fu brother also left! Originally we were dead when the Turkic and Goryeo were destroyed, but the belief of revenge made us survive.”
“Qilin Gorefiend! I lived up to the present, and it was for our Turks to shoot this lance!”
Raised the moon spear in his hand, Bi Xuan snarled.
“Jing Zhai has been destroyed! You can live alive… but unfortunately you have not revenged to Yang Guang personally, but you can die for the world, and the teacher will die without regret!”
“Under the nest, there is a finished egg? I didn’t expect our Yin Kwai faction to have a day of fighting with Cihang Jingzhai!” Zhu Yuyan laughed loudly. She laughed three times and cried three times, suddenly turned her head. Awkwardly looking at a scribe dressed up, the style is far superior to the middle-aged man.
The man looked at the sky above his head and was deeply fascinated.
I heard Zhu Yuyan’s crying and laughing, turned to look at her, calmly said: “Yuyan is still the style, this is Shi, already old man is unbearable…”
Ning Daoqi burst into tears. He desperately took the Power of Time for his substitute. Even his own time was overdrafted: “There has been a lot of means to make up for this robbery. What is the use of the rest of the time? There are still thirty years of life essence, so that the fight against the Gorefiend has three more hundred thousand…”
This method of squeezing one’s own time is of course not as easy as Ning Dodge himself said, and taking his own source time means that after the life essence of the ontology, Ning Daoqi can’t even do the ghosts and ghosts. On the world.
At this moment, the time of the whole world almost solidified.
Fu Hongyan looked at a group of people who tried to resist in front of themselves, looking at their inability to struggle and delay, said in a tranquil voice: “There is no need to struggle!”
“You put all your life and do everything, it’s just a piece that can’t escape the board that’s all !”
“Always can’t change, the scheduled ending!”