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- Ximen Honghuang lowered his head and licked the bleeding hand that held the Imperial Dao Chixiao. The crimson color at the corner of his mouth was even more breathtaking. He waved his hand to Chixiao, bullied himself and flew forward, and fought again.
Ye Wudao stood tall and was not afraid of the majestic murderous intention of Ximen Honghuang, and slowly raised his sword.
Just when the two people passed by each other and had a life-or-death showdown, the sound of Gong Huiyu's piano suddenly stopped, like the tinkling sound of a clear spring, but it stopped flowing in an instant. The originally angry Vajra's Ximen Honghuang showed a fatal trance. The originally unparalleled and domineering sword seemed sluggish and heavy. It turned out that Gong Huiyu's emaciated body and mind could not support the playing that he had poured all his heart and soul into for a long time. He fell on the strings, his face turned sickly pale, which made him more charming and charming. Know whether to pity all living beings or to pity oneself.
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Xuanyuan Sword pierced Ximen Honghuang¡¯s shoulder.
He drew his sword brazenly.
The blood gushed out like a fountain.
Ye Wudao stopped looking at Ximen Honghuang and walked towards the small pavilion. The Xuanyuan in his hand was stained with the blood of Ximen Honghuang, the master of the Dragon Ranking. It dripped drop by drop on the ice of Kunming Lake. When he came to Han Yun, he didn't look at the blood in his hand. Chi Digong Huiyu did not look at Zhao Yiye who looked frightened. He just took off his coat and put it on Han Yun. With a strong smell of blood in his mouth, he said softly: "Is it cold?"
Han Yun touched her chest and said with moist eyes, "It's not cold."
Ye Wudao took Han Yun and was about to leave the pavilion. In his other hand, he held the Xuanyuan Sword, China's number one soldier, which was dripping with blood. He suddenly let go of Han Yun's cold hand. He covered his mouth, and wisps of blood seeped out between his fingers. , seeing Han Yun's heart throbbing so hard that she couldn't even cry, Ye Wudao forced a smile, his eyes were gentle, and his hand full of blood took Han Yun's hand again and said, "Let's go home."
With a sneer on his face, Ximen Honghuang covered his shoulder with the huge wound pierced by the Xuanyuan Sword. Without looking towards Qinglong, he threw out the Scarlet Sky Sword and inserted it into the ice a few meters away from Qinglong. The sword, even when facing Xuanyuan, maintained its dignity as a strong soldier.
At this moment, a silver Mani bucket unique to Tibetans fell from Ximen Honghuang's arms. At a glance, it was obvious that this small but solemn Mani bucket was extremely precious. It was engraved with six-character mantras. It was also engraved with exquisite patterns of Tantric allusions. The bucket The small chain hanging on the ground is also very delicate, which makes people feel that holding this wheel can let go of all the demonic obstacles and attachments in the heart.
The Mani bucket fell, the sound was clear and light, and it spun around in a circle.
Ximen Honghuang leaned down, carefully picked up the Mani bucket he brought back from Japan, and walked towards the pavilion step by step.
On the snow-white surface of Kunming Lake, a trail of blood is left.
Holding the famous Shenlong-style Qin of the Tang Dynasty, Digong Huiyu lowered his eyebrows and burst into tears.
Ximen Honghuang walked up to Gong Huiyu, bent down, and placed the palace-suppressing treasure that he had robbed from the Potala Palace after all the hard work on the stone steps next to her. Without saying a word, he turned around and left. He has always been a proud person, a man who is so arrogant that he claims to be the best in the world. Even if he loses, he must stand up straight and walk off the battlefield.
My arm is useless. So what if I can no longer use a sword in this life?
The lonely figure in Ximen Honghuang gradually disappeared into the vast snow. Even with Zhao Yiye accompanying him, he seemed even more lonely.
Gong Huiyu picked up the scarlet mani bucket, put it in his arms, hugged Yi Bo Chi, and left the pavilion.
Sometimes it is much harder not to love someone than to love someone, too much.
"pity."
After listening to Ye Hetu's explanation, Dugu Yiren sighed, not knowing whether she was regretting that Ye Wudao's sword was not fatal, or she was mourning Ximen Honghuang's infatuation. After listening to Gong Huiyu's suspenseful song, it was a hearty experience. Dugu Yiren's heart was filled with turmoil during the peak battle. This kind of excitement made her have some normal emotions as a woman, despite her cold state of mind over the years.
"Being better than one person, killing another person, the price paid is hugely different. From the beginning, I never expected that bastard to be able to kill Ximen Honghuang. Don't look at this kid from the Ximen family who looks like a dying man. If we really want to destroy both jade and stone, The bastard will definitely feel uncomfortable. If the Dragon Gang takes advantage of the situation at this time, I'm afraid it will be very embarrassing." Ye Hetu explained, looking at the backs of Ye Wudao and Ximen Honghuang disappearing one after another, he shook his head, flicked off the cigarette butts, and showed slight appreciation in his eyes. , "It can be regarded as two kinds of love."
¡°I prefer the Vatican
That scumbag Augustus is so ruthless and absolutely rational." Dugu Yiren sighed, smiling slightly, "Of course, I don't deny that I hate his scumbag, who wears a holy cloak and does dirty things that are outraged by both humans and gods. The Vatican Having played such a rebellious character, I don¡¯t know whether he will be the leader of ZTE or the leader of subjugation in the future."
"Girl, not all ruthless people can have the last laugh. They often use their own devices to get involved. Becoming a hero depends on your skills, but becoming an emperor probably requires some luck." Ye Hetu walked to Kunming Lake. , regardless of the lonely beauty, walked to the center of the lake where the fierce battle was taking place, looking at the broken ice everywhere, lost in thought.
The green dragon slowly pulled out and inserted it into Chixiao on the ice.
The body stiffened.
but does not turn??, the Chixiao Sword that was not yet sheathed in his hand was buzzing.
This person who is regarded as the number one person in China and who is at the top of the Dragon Ranking has a sad look in his eyes and says softly: "Is this really necessary?"
"You have to pay a price for borrowing a sword in front of me."
Ye Qingge¡¯s light and ethereal voice floated in the air. At this moment, she was not at all like the classical woman who had to be careful even walking up the stairs just now.
In her hand, she held an extremely gorgeous and simple earring. It was a phoenix holding a tail in its mouth, forming an endless loop of silver rings.
Ye Qingge turned her head, as if she wanted to put on this classic earring.
flutter.
A colorful butterfly lingered around Ye Qingge, dancing gracefully. It was bigger and more demonic than the colorful butterfly that Ye Wudao transformed into.
"Qingge, how about I fight for you?"
An evil-looking man in a splendid costume mysteriously appeared behind Ye Qingge and Qinglong, holding an exquisite folding fan in his hand. His unforgettable androgynous face carried a hint of murderous intent, and the colorful butterfly finally Resting on Ye Qing's silver flying phoenix earrings, the man saw that she didn't seem to be wearing them anymore. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Qinglong, I didn't get enough of the last time. Do you want another one?"
Japan¡¯s national shrine, the Great Sacrifice to Heaven.
The most outstanding onmyoji in modern times, Abe Harumi.
Ye Qingge put away the earrings, turned around and glanced at the number one person in Japan who must have just returned from Japan, and said: "If you two are not afraid of that person taking action, just fight, I don't care if the world is turned upside down, I I don¡¯t mind if I try to add insult to injury after he takes action. It could just be a brawl, that would be fun too.¡±
"How dare a defeated general speak bravely in front of me?"
Qinglong threw the Red Sky Sword behind him, sneered, ignored Abe Harumi's provocation, put on a fluttering blue shirt, and walked away in the snow.
Abe Harumi narrowed her charming peach blossom eyes and gently tapped the palm of her other hand with a folding fan, while the colorful butterfly beside Ye Qingge also flew back to him. He looked at Qinglong's proud figure fading away. , the corners of his mouth curved up in a charming and charming way, snap, the folding fan in his hand was forcefully broken by him.
The colorful butterfly also shattered into pieces.
"Japan is in such chaos now. If you don't go, you still have the leisure to stay in Japan. I really admire your determination." Ye Qingge said with a smile.
"I'm not the Emperor of Japan. I can't see whether Japan is dead or alive. I only care about my national shrine. Besides, if I go to Japan too early, I have to accept the challenge of Hagakure Chishin. Even the old man Musashi Genmura Being defeated by her sword, I don't think it is anything more interesting than accompanying the great monk ** to talk about scriptures and Taoism." Abe Harumi's Chinese was flawless and her tone was calm. The other person stood there, This gives the neighborhood a peaceful and far-reaching artistic conception.
"Besides Qinglong, is there anyone else from the Dragon Gang watching the battle?" Ye Qingge asked, subconsciously touching his earlobe.
"There are a few of them, they should be members of Dragon Soul, and their strength can be considered as an invasion." Abe Harumi said softly.
"Kill." Ye Qingge sneered.
"good."
Abe Harumi narrowed his eyes and turned around, only to see that the stalwart figure in the Yehetu in the center of Kunming Lake had disappeared. He sighed and said, "I'm afraid I don't need to do anything."
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