Fei Jianxin touched his knocked head and replied with a serious expression: "You have Lincoln and purified. The stiffness just now is obviously pretending."

Wu Niang glanced at him, and her little mouth covered with rouge turned to a slightest: "It's boring."

After saying that, Wu Niang bent her bow and arrow into the sky, and suddenly shot an arrow. The white light was extremely dazzling in the sky, almost illuminating half of the bone-burying land.

"What are you doing?" Fei Jianxin asked vigilantly.

"Drive everything!" Wu Niang smiled and looked at Fei Jianxin with suspense.

"..." Fei Jianxin felt weak inside and lowered her head.

"Well, it's kidding. This arrow is used to open my sight. I smelled the fragrance of Wushuang's grass." Wu Niang giggled, sniffed in the air, suddenly her mouth sniffed, and said unhappy: "There is also an old woman with a strange fragrance all over her body."

"..." Fei Jianxin had a black thread at the end. However, he had long been used to the witch's extremely dark tongue, so he just lowered his head to collect the many spiritual equipment and various magic materials that the Yin Yi Man had dropped out.

Suddenly, Fei Jianxin woke up later and suddenly opened his mouth, "Can this be smelled?"

"Silly, of course not, but I have the intuition of a woman." Wu Niang sneered coldly, and a look of contemplation appeared on her bright melon-shaped face. Then she glanced at the corpse of the dark man on the ground, looked at the sky again, and opened her mouth to Fei Jianxin, "Let's go, hurry up and meet Wushuang Brother. It seems that there is a terrible thing in this buried land that is resurrecting."

Fei Jianxin was stunned when she heard this, and then silently followed Wu Niang's footsteps.

The figures of the two people hurriedly walked away from the land that had been fought. Shi Yunfei and Wei Wuji were fighting happily. Just glanced at them, and no more attention was paid; only the awakened people who were in 4v4 were startled. They stopped fighting and looked at them with a look of alert until they left far away.

"Did you know they are in the same group?" Wei Wuji smiled coldly and punched out. It seemed as if bright stars emerged behind him. The air of Dalian of power was shaken open, sweeping out a vacuum area.

"Everyone, each other. The moment you got the heart of fusion, you gave Wu Niang a copy. Isn't that the reason?" Shi Yunfei rushed up with a round of black sayings. Two completely different magical powers collided together, and immediately tore the earth apart, rolling up layers of soil, and setting off a thick black sandstorm.

The awakened man who was fighting again in the distance was startled by the sudden sandstorm. He wiped away the heavy dust on his face and thought that he would decide the outcome, and he must start the run-off mode as soon as possible. Otherwise, even if they are crowded and powerful in front of these monsters, it would seem useless.

"The stars have come out, you will sink early in this round of Mu Yue!" Wei Wuji flew up in the air, and his five fingers suddenly opened. A meteorite hitting down at the speed of sound fell along the palm of his hand and smashed it down suddenly.

"Just!" Facing the meteorite hitting down, Shi Yunfei was not afraid, his body was burning with black fire, his five fingers clenched, and with a punch from the dragon, he seemed to be like a god of war, shattering the small meteorite falling from the sky.

Wei Wuji was shocked by Shi Yunfei's as tough and domineering style of playing as he did.

It is said that "if you encounter something, you will be promoted to a dragon." The ancients did not deceive me.

These two people are the best among the awakened ones, and even if they look at the awakened ones on the entire earth, they are also unmatched. If there is no "righteous gentleman" like Fei Jianxin, it will be difficult to determine the real victory or defeat.

After Wu Niang and Fei Jianxin left, there was also movement in the area filled with two extreme forces of darkness and purification.

The gloomy man, who was cut down for eighteen swords in a row and his life was almost completely destroyed, suddenly moved his body, and then his eyes were damaged like vultures, suddenly opened.

The madman is always a madman. Although the eighteen swords fell, he wiped out almost all his life, but he still showed mercy at the last moment, leaving the last glimmer of vitality for his resurrection.

"You will definitely regret it! Now he says he will return it ten thousand times!" The gloomy man looked at the sky with resentment, and his whole body lost all his strength. Most of his spiritual equipment threw out the soul sea in order to conceal Wu Niang.

However, he was thinking about how to take revenge, and in his sight as he stared at the sky, a strange light appeared blurred.

He looked stunned, and when he looked again, he felt his soul scattered and his whole body fell into endless horror.

Puff! A light arrow that I don’t know if it was swimming around in outer space and then suddenly came back instantly passed through the dark man’s eyebrows and nailed him to the black land.

"What a vicious woman!" This became the last thought of the dark man in this world.

Wu Niang, who was walking in front of Fei Jianxin, suddenly stopped. She seemed to feel this resentment. She flashed her clean fingers, and the blazing light of purification flashed through the void, completely purifying this layer of cause and effect... She was still the holy witch who had never killed anyone and had no evil spirit.

After doing all this, Wu Niang seemed to have caught some strange energy fluctuation. She looked around with a strange expression. After confirming that no one would pass by, she suddenly opened her mouth to Fei Jianxin who was walking in front of her: "Bian'er, are you tired?"

"...I'm not tired!" Fei Jian's scalp numb and he felt that "things are not good."

However, some things should come, and they cannot be avoided by Fei Jianxin's simple words "Not tired".

Xia Wushuang collected seven precious bone spirit fires with his hands, and the remaining three fire seeds that were not known where they were shot by the third sister, so she temporarily chose to give up.

Thousand steps, hundred steps. The three of them are getting closer and closer to the cemetery where the saint buried their bones. The violent explosion sounds of two perverts, Shi Yunfei and Wei Wuji, who are constantly fighting, are heard in their ears.

The battlefield was withering. From a distance, Xia Wushuang's eyes condensed. Suddenly, he saw a wisp of white cloth floating on a blood-colored spear on the edge of the melee battlefield, which was extremely eye-catching.

"Impossible!" Monk Ye was startled to see the strand of white cloth floating in the air. His face suddenly turned pale.

...

"Brother Wushuang, if we were born in ancient times, would we be able to carry forward our grandfather's martial arts? Perhaps we can all become a general and a founder of a genre!" The little girl waved the first thousand sword into the air, turned her head and said to the handsome boy beside her.

Behind the boy, there were eleven children of the same half-aged side by side. They stopped the bamboo swords waving in their hands, turned their heads to look at their elder brother, looking forward to their vision.

"What are you thinking? We practice martial arts just to strengthen our bodies and not to get sick and drag our grandfather down." The boy reached out and patted the little girl on the head. His warm smile was like the sunshine in spring.

"Don't Brother Wushuang want to be a hero?" the little girl said innocently.

"As a hero?...I am afraid that when I die for this, I will not be able to go to a place where I live without the white cloth summoning my soul."

...

The past emerged. Xia Wushuang's six-element magic power in his body instantly lost control. The dark magic power that surged out like a tide of the sea turned into a suffocating violent aura, terrifyingly hitting the entire battlefield. It made people feel a trembling tremor.

"Past!" Ye Weiming looked gloomy and almost dripped out of water.

Xia Wushuang was suddenly stunned. When her brows frowned, a blue ice flower appeared under her feet. Her whole body disappeared on the spot and appeared on the battlefield shrouded by the power of purification.

Dead?!

The beautiful lady, who had put her body on the dark land, seemed to have died peacefully, with only the trace of blood that spilled out of the corners of her mouth. It was shocking.

Not far away from her, there was another man's corpse. His sharp sword was half out, and the silver sword edge was also stained with a trace of imperceptible scarlet blood.

"How is it possible..." Seeing all this, Ye Weiming felt as if he was exhausted, his knees softened and his eyes suddenly became unconscious, and the measuring ruler in his hand could not support his body. Tears fell onto the black soil.

Xia Wushuang was completely confused. He always believed in her, and believed that even if Ye Xiaoya didn't have her elder brother, she could still live well alone. However, it was not until now that he realized that he was wrong.

Life is fragile like a piece of paper, and as long as it is an individual, you can poke a hole in it.

Sadness, despair, anger, and violence! Xia Wushuang's whole body was lit with blue flames, just like witnessing many innocent children, sent to the gargoyles by those devils, and his whole body burned his life uncontrollably.

No. 7 opened his mouth dumbly, not knowing what to say. Xia Wushuang got here with such obsession along the way. He knew best, but when everything became a shadow, this collapsed emotion was infected with his mere soul.

Xia Wushuang was silent, dragging Wu Niang's body with one hand and Fei Jianxin's body with the other, her eyes were blood red, and her hatred was as deep as Haiti staring at the pyramid, those awakened people who gathered their surprised eyes.

He opened his mouth and roared out a series of shocking words in a low and terrifying manner.

"All of you must die!"

"Cry!" As Xia Wushuang roared to the crowd, the black clouds in the sky were shaken away, and the blazing blue flames ignited all over his body were like a divine pillar soaring into the sky. Behind him, an eternal evil demon, which looked like a phoenix but not a phoenix, and seemed to be roaring between birds and birds. In an instant, it opened its terrifying wings, shaking the world, as if it could roar across the mountains and rivers.

A drop of blood of regret oozing out from the corner of Xia Wushuang's eyes. From that day on, it was already agreed that he would not shed another tear, so he could only use his own blood to replace his sadness.

"Hehe, I promised that I will never be deceived again?"

The Suli woman who was being dragged suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Xia Wushuang with a weird look on her face, with an extremely proud smile on her face.

Ah, not dead?!~~ Ye Weiming's weak body suddenly stiffened. When he looked up, he saw Fei Jianxin, who was dragging one hand, sat up from the ground without saying a word. He seemed to have no expression on his face, but in fact he must be very sad inside.

In an instant, Xia Wushuang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot of pot, and her whole body seemed to have been poured with a basin of ice water. Even the blue angry flames were instantly extinguished.

"Pianer, come with us. I have a monk. I may want to talk to you about life...".)
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