The sharp sword cuts the thin space, and the three swords of the Overlord were finally compressed and merged into a sword.

The surging breath of death is like a blooming white lotus, and the white petals sway in the wind, leading countless pilgrimage gazes.

The holy sword is like a meteor hitting from the sky, dragging its long and dazzling tail, which makes people unable to help but admire it. It is also like the light in the night sky, reflecting the way home.

Death is the return, and it is impossible to avoid whether to ride a crane or not.

The sacredness of the lotus suddenly burned with a hint of charm...

Wang Laohu was excited and manic, and he was not afraid at all. He walked towards the sword, and he understood that life or death were all in one sword.

He used his most proud sword - Destroying the World.

Thunder and lightning and fire spirit are irritated, and crazy people always like crazy things.

He is afraid of death, but he is not afraid of death.

He is proud, as proud as his opponent.

Alchemist and warrior, he is also based on his own efforts and hard work to achieve what he is today.

He and his prosperous times are enemies, the hatred accumulated by the family.

He laughed at the prosperous times, and even when he was at the most desperate time, he still looked down on the prosperous times. A person who is good at tolerance is too tired.

He was confident that he could survive, but he didn't think about the past.

The halo of genius has always been over his head, which makes him extremely arrogant and he looks down on anyone, including his father.

He has always lived casually. He liked Sheng Xuewu and had no choice but to love him. He knew that the irreconcilable feud between the two families, so he simply robbed her of marriage when she got married. Although things went against her wishes, he had no regrets.

The supreme strength, when he was forced to feed the vengeful pill by his hidden master, he had completely understood. He tolerate and self-harm, but he understood what he wanted!

When he was deciding life and death, he suddenly realized that it was a taboo to think so much.

The wind blows like a sword, and lightning falls. Without rain, the fire suddenly ignites, swallowing organic life frantically.

There is nothing left on the charred land, only air is left.

The heat wave was mixed with the bone-bone coldness, and a chrysanthemum was rolled up into the sky, with fine petals messy.

Two or more forces eventually meet, meet, and entangle.

A loud noise, or a silent sound.

The colorful light spread out, and the charred land was lifted up again, revealing a fresh earthy atmosphere.

Two floating duckweeds were flying in the ocean of spiritual power, and bright raindrops like peach blossoms dispersed. They burned out in just a blink of an eye, drying up, full of fishy smell of prickly taste buds.

Two swords crossed and pierced into the ground, and the sun shone with a cold light.

But there is no spiritual energy, and I lose my voice and swallow my sorrow in the wind.

The blood-sucking bird fell, and it carefully shook its bloody wings and tentatively stepped forward. The blood of the strong man was the most delicious. It could not resist the temptation. It had been hovering in the air for a long time. If it did not come, it would miss the last supper.

"Cough cough..." Wang Laohu woke up with a dry cough. He frowned. Although he was awake, his body could not move.

"Pulong..." The cautious blood-sucking bird rose into the air and circled unwillingly.

"I know I can survive, but I didn't expect you to almost kill me." Wang Laohu struggled to get up, but finally gave up helplessly.

Time, what he needs most is time. In short, as long as he recovers some spiritual power, he will stand up.

When the prosperous times lay on the ground, the body-protecting spirit armor on his body was split into pieces, and the scars on his chest were even more shocking.

He used up all his methods in this battle, but unfortunately, Wang Laohu is still alive.

The night is the longest.

Both of them had recovered some spiritual power and could barely sit up.

"Wang Laohu, isn't it a surprise that I didn't kill?" Shengshi leaned against the unburned dead wood and smiled in pain, "You are a good opponent."

"You are not bad, either." Wang Laohu said, enduring the pain, "I have to admire you if I can seriously injure me. If you didn't have armor to protect you, you would be a dead person."

"Haha, it's a pity that I have." Sheng Shi said, "Only with an opponent like you can continue to grow. Next time I fight, I can kill you, and I won't be hurt like this. Do you believe it?"

"I can fight with me two small levels, but I can fight like this. This ending is something I never expected." Wang Laohu sighed, "It's a pity that I failed to kill you a few times. Putting aside the feud between our two families, you really made me look at each other. Unfortunately, we can't become friends."

"Haha..." Shengshi laughed, "You and I only share life and death."

"Haha... Cough cough... I will fight again tomorrow, and I will never stop until I die! Unfortunately, you are destined to be unable to survive." Wang Laohu laughed and pulled a signal flare.

Sheng Shi watched the signal flare explode in the air, and suddenly sneered, "Since you want to divide life and death, why wait until tomorrow."

"What does it mean?" Wang Laohu asked in confusion, "You want to kill me now? It's a fool."

"He is right. Why wait until tomorrow if you want to kill you?" Sheng Ruoli suddenly appeared, "Thank you for your signal flare, otherwise I wouldn't have found you so soon."

"You..." Wang Laohu was anxious and a mouthful of blood spurted out again.

Sheng Ruoli looked at the severely injured prosperous times, tears involuntarily rolled in his eyes.

"Can you leave?"

"cannot."

"Have you taken the pill?"

"It's good to be able to speak, it's not too late."

"I'll take you home."

"good."

Sheng Ruoli crushed the scarless pill and sprinkled it on the wound carefully.

"I really don't care about other people's feelings when I work so hard?"

The prosperous times said, "That is how practice is."

Sheng Ruoli walked to Wang Laohu angrily and said coldly, "How do you want to die?"

"It doesn't matter." Wang Laohu said, "Do I have any choice?"

Sheng Ruoli said, "Maybe I will fulfill you!"

"Haha..." Wang Laohu laughed and said, "Then I want to kiss you before I die, and then get on you again. Be a romantic ghost..."

"Looking for death!" Sheng Ruoli's face turned red, and she kicked him away with one kick.

"Ah..." Wang Laohu flew up in the air and did not land for a long time. Only his scream was left in the night sky.

"Where is the person? Have you escaped?" Sheng Ruoli said in confusion.

"The direction where you kicked Wang Laohu away is a cliff. Do you think he can fly with his wings?" Sheng Shi said, "It's a pity to die..."

"It's just right to die from falling to death, and the prodigal son is not to be cherished." Sheng Ruoli found some wood to burn the fire even more vigorously.

"Luckily, there is a real adventure below." Shengshi looked towards the cliff.

"I'll send you down to have a look, too?" Sheng Ruoli stared at Sheng Shi and said, "How?"

"No talk!" Shengshi felt a sense of ice on his back.

In the prosperous era, I took elixirs and meditated to heal my wounds. After a night of time, the skin trauma was no longer serious. It only took some time to cultivate the bones.
Chapter completed!