Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 235 [Huishan Finale]

[Huishan Xuanyuan, this ending, I hope everyone is satisfied! 】
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Xuanyuan Pan soared into the sky.

The sky thunder fell in the air, and there was a bang.

Standing on the ground, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was merciless in his power, and slammed his two palms out in the air.

On the Daxueping, in the edge area, there is accumulated water flowing down, like two blue dragons, attacking fiercely.

Two long dragons run through the sky of Daxueping.

Xuanyuan Dapan circulated the sea of ​​energy to fight against the sky thunder, but was bombarded by the double dragons, and had no strength left to return to help.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Jingcheng pointed his toes, his body flew into the air, grabbed the belt of Xuanyuan Patriarch, dragged it to the ground, dragged it, and ran quickly.

After running for more than twenty feet, his feet stopped suddenly, and all his strength gathered in one place, and he threw Xuanyuan Dapan straight to the west, as if he wanted to throw this Huishan ancestor off Daxueping!

Send the ancestors to the west!
At the edge of Daxueping cliff, at the critical moment, Xuanyuan Dapan's body unexpectedly fell, and he could barely fall on the edge of the cliff, but did not fall into the cliff.

Patriarch Xuanyuan's face was covered with blood, and it was difficult to wash it off with the rain.

Such a distressed appearance no longer disappoints the demeanor of everyone who stood with hands behind his back, with white hair fluttering, calm and composed.

This old shameless man has been suffering and waiting.

Using heresy ways to enter the realm of land gods, and exchanging the fire in the heart and the power of life for such a realm is destined to be a flash in the pan.

When the life is exhausted, the oil will run out and the lamp will dry up.

Xuanyuan Dapan struggled to hold on, and what he had been waiting for was the moment when Xuanyuan Jingcheng ran out of fuel and the lamp dried up.

Different from this eldest grandson who is eager for success, Xuanyuan Dapan's mid-heaven phenomenon realm is real and real, and he has achieved it step by step.

As long as he protects his meridians and sea of ​​qi, he will not be afraid of exhaustion of his internal energy.

But Xuanyuan Jingcheng is different. He only wants to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors. He only wants to die and take shortcuts to reach the sky.

The castle in the air, when it is built, no matter how majestic it looks, it will collapse for a moment after all.

Xuanyuan Dapan took a breath, and the pain in his chest and abdomen was like a burning fire, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

He had not encountered such a terrifying injury that hurt his heart for many years.

After a long time, he almost forgot the pain.

The last time, it was still on the Demon Slaying Platform, competing with Qi Xuan frame for internal strength.

As for Gu Jiantang and his like, his so-called loss was only a move and a half.

Since he didn't fight to the death, Xuanyuan Dapan's loss was unnaturally tragic.

On the ground, Xuanyuan Dapan seized the time to adjust his breath.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng came leisurely and came to him.

Watching the fight in the field, Xu Qianqiu changed to teach Qingniao, wanting to help her break through the situation as soon as possible, saying:
"Following goodness is like climbing, although it is difficult, it can reach Kunlun.

It is useless even in Kunlun to collapse from evil.

Blue Bird, you can also read books in your spare time on weekdays, or flip through them.

Open book is always beneficial.

Even reading pornographic novels and learning some poses is good.

Martial arts can be practiced from secret books. If you want to achieve the realm of land gods, you can't just accumulate hundreds or thousands of martial arts secret books. "

Xu Qianqiu has already taught the blue bird the way of fast memory and flipping books like that of Baihulian.

But this girl doesn't like to read, she just likes to follow him and serve him with meticulous care.

Hearing this remark, so solemnly, Qingniao hummed lightly and nodded.

Since the young master ordered, she will do it.

Even if she doesn't like that matter, she will do her best.

As for the erotic novel, learn some postures, she has automatically ignored these words.

In the battlefield, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's seven orifices were bleeding, no longer oozing, but dripping.

It is no longer scarlet, but jet black, shocking.

Even so, the Confucian sage still looked calm.

Xuanyuan Dapan swept across with his foot, but his foot stepped on his knee, causing him to fall to the ground in embarrassment, and fell into the rain with a crash.

Possessed slightly, looking at the ancestor of Huishan, Xuanyuan Jingcheng said coldly:

"For many years, every time I talked to you, my ancestors ignored them.

However, at this moment, I am already a fairy in the world, why am I still so conceited and ignorant when I talk to you? "

A thick sky thunder hit exactly where Xuanyuan Dapan landed.

Ancestor Xuanyuan had a feeling in his heart, he didn't care about his identity, he rolled over, barely escaping a catastrophe.

puff!
Xuanyuan Dapan vomited blood.

The blood spat out on the ground was black.

This is highly poisonous!

Patriarch Xuanyuan finally changed his face.

When did he get poisoned?
I never noticed it!
Ordinary poisons have no effect on him.

This poison is well hidden, if he hadn't fought with all his strength today, he would never have discovered this poison.

This unknown and highly poisonous poison has been entrenched in his meridians for many years, and it did not happen overnight.

But it accumulates over time!

With such a change, even Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was full of killing intent, was stunned.

Who would be so painstaking to secretly poison Huishan Patriarch?

And, for so many years.

Even without him today, Xuanyuan Dapan would not have a better life in a few years.

Lucking skills, fighting the enemy with all his strength, just completely stimulated the poison and accelerated his death.

Is it! ! !

Xuanyuan Jingcheng turned around suddenly, and the figure finally appeared in his vision.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that even death was worth it.

No regrets!
Seeing this, Xu Qianqiu shook his head helplessly, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, a dignified Confucian saint, is a proper licking dog.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said softly, "You are still here after all."

Lady Yongrong just glanced at him, then looked at Xuanyuan Dapan, and said solemnly:

"I just found out now, it's too late!"

Xuanyuan Dapan laughed, unwilling to say: "Can you tell me how you poisoned me?"

Scenes of her being humiliated flashed through Madam Grace's mind, and the poison was applied in her private life. She would not say such words.

Patriarch Xuanyuan can only die with peace in his eyes.

Outside the arena, the ancient sword on Xuanyuan Guoqi's waist did not dare to make any trembling from the beginning to the end.

I am afraid that I will be drawn by the aftermath of the battlefield, which will cause unexpected disasters.

The power of such a catastrophe is unfathomable.

He is nothing more than a mysterious finger, so it is naturally difficult to fight against.

The power of heaven's secrets can move the whole body with one pull.

Heaven's secret, heaven's secret, the more masters you have, the more you can lead the world.

Xuanyuan Guoqi knew well that if he was affected, he would surely die.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng coughed a few times, originally it was very slight, but to the ears of everyone present, it was extremely sharp and ear-piercing.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Dapan had a happy expression on his face, and his figure swept straight, no longer fighting to the death.

As long as the distance is widened, and Xuanyuan Jingcheng Zhou Xuan continues, the farther the better.

Time, the longer the delay, the better.

Face is a thing that compares to life?

Seeing the patriarch distanced himself, Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled contemptuously and did not pursue.

Finally, after taking a deep look at the woman, the middle-aged Confucian scholar covered his mouth and coughed again.

Turning to look at Patriarch Xuanyuan, he asked calmly:
"Is there a will to leave to the descendants of Huishan?"

Xuanyuan Dapan pretended to be deep in thought to delay time.

Seeing this scene, the people watching the battle all admired Xuanyuan Dapan.

Never seen such a brazen person!
The ancestor of Huishan is aloof, and he is also one of the top masters in the entire martial arts world.

However, such a person has a bad reputation.

In the rivers and lakes, it's either a captive double cultivation, or a domineering wife and daughter.

When confronting people and being at a disadvantage, they don't care about their status at all.

Needless to say martial arts, face-to-face kung fu is even more impressive.

At this moment, only Xu Qianqiu noticed that the old sword god, the sheepskin fur old man, was extremely abnormal at the moment.

For some reason, he stood there completely dumbfounded, and instead stared blankly at the Demon Slaying Platform on Longhu Mountain.

No longer paying attention to the changes in the situation in the field, he looked at the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Demon Slayer, leaving behind a not tall figure.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at His Royal Highness Shizi, coughed and said intermittently:
"Today, I have the courage to present my beloved daughter, Qingfeng, to His Royal Highness, as a reward for His Royal Highness's risky journey up the mountain today.

Qingfeng's method of warming the wine is excellent, His Royal Highness will definitely like it. "

Xuanyuan Confucian Saint is now in the realm of land gods, and the white-clothed boy in front of him is still unable to see through.

I was terrified.

As a father, he was naturally extremely unwilling to give his beloved daughter to others.

In contrast, this is indeed the only way to save her daughter now.

Xu Qianqiu didn't answer, and looked at the Confucian sage in front of him with a half-smile.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng turned to look at his father, Xuanyuan Guoqi.

But he just glanced at him coldly, without turning his head to look at each other, and said in an indifferent and calm tone:
"Father, please come down the mountain. You will never enter Huishan again in this life!"

Xuanyuan Guoqi subconsciously grasped the hilt of the Baopu sword in his arms, and said coldly:

"What if I refuse?

A tiger's poison does not eat its son, could it be that today, the son's poison desires to eat his father? "

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Jingcheng didn't say any more.

Bow your head, your chest has been dyed red by blood donation, and then black again.

He is running out of time!

Suddenly, the Daxueping was in the sky, covered with dark clouds, and a huge and strange vortex appeared, covering the entire Huishan Mountain.

This kind of large-scale anomaly is only a small difference from the scene of Qi Xuan's soaring frame back then.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng knelt down slowly, roared loudly, and said:

"The sky hangs a thousand images, the earth carries all things, the emperor and the empress, Xuanyuan respects the city today, kneel to the sky and the earth, begging for death!"

"Xuanyuan respects the city and begs to die!"

Xuanyuan Jingcheng's voice echoed endlessly.

Not to mention Guniu Dagang in Huishan, even the nearly ten thousand Taoist priests in Longhushan can clearly hear it.

The world is moved!

At this time, Xuanyuan Guoqi's expression was almost desperate, Baopu ancient sword was unsheathed, and flew outside Daxueping Cliff.

Go in haste!

At the same time, a purple thunder poured down.

Thick as a mountain.

The place where Xuanyuan Qingfeng is located is a small square inch, no matter how stormy and thunderous the world is, this place is also clean and peaceful.

As a father, Xuanyuan Jingcheng wanted to protect a quiet and safe place for his daughter when he was about to die.

Seeing the thunder from the sky, it was only a hundred times more powerful when it was even more powerful. Xuanyuan Dapan wanted to jump off the snowy plain, but it was too late, and he was forcibly pulled back into the beam of purple thunder.

Such a move to destroy the world already has the determination to perish together.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng faced Xu Qianqiu, knelt down fiercely, and cried:

"His Royal Highness, please save my father! Please, save him, I am willing to pay any price, I am willing..."

At the last moment, the graceful woman finally shed two lines of tears on her cheeks, and she was no longer angry.

Facing Xu Qianqiu, the woman knelt down and put her hands on the ground, but said nothing.

The catastrophe passed away in a flash.

On the vast snow plain, there was constant thunder, accompanied by wind and rain.

In the end, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was the only one left in the field, standing alone.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng died together with Xuanyuan Dapan, leaving no bones left.

Not even a single bit of ashes remained.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng uttered a hoarse cry after being stunned, tears streaming down his face, piercing his heart.

The graceful woman fell into the rainwater, dazed and lost.

On the cheek, I don't know whether it is tears or rain.

Suddenly, a figure in white floated down among the clouds.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng curled up on the ground, sobbing continuously.

Xu Qianqiu threw Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was half dead in his hands, into the muddy pond in front of his mother and daughter. The cloud was calm and the wind was light, and said:

"People are not dead yet, it's too early to cry now!"

In the midst of the peerless wind and thunder that destroyed the world, in the ultimate move of killing everyone, at the last moment, Xu Qianqiu finally made a move and saved the person.

[This chapter is 3400 words, it is too long, I have to reflect on it, why am I so long, why is it so long...]

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