Fu Canglu

Chapter 334

Whether it is Chen Wanjuan's sword or Xiao Buyi's sword, in the final analysis, it is impossible to be the final link in the battle that determines the outcome.

This battle, which is destined to end in an instant, is destined to be more complicated than anyone imagined.

It's like entangled pieces on a Go board.

This is "robbing".

The moment the thunder falls
Xiao Buyi's saber light was mixed with an indomitable momentum, carrying a majestic and vast energy, and slashed down with the thunder light!
Chen Wanjuan's body, which was tightly bound by the demon tree, suddenly scattered like a flowing cloud just before the saber qi slashed down.
"Boom"

The thunder light fell on the mountain, and the domineering saber energy chopped the entire gorge to such an extent that the rocks burst open!
It's hard to imagine that such a domineering knife came from the hands of a seriously injured Confucian scholar.

Xiao Buyi stood with his sword in his arms, his long hair dancing wildly, his back was bleak.

The raging thunder flashed across the ground, the violent wind and heavy rain danced wantonly in the high temperature, and then it was burned into ashes.

Gao Ling's wild cry was like a wail.

In an instant, they were all destroyed by the mighty force!

Not far away, a human-shaped flowing cloud slowly stood up against the thunder light, the saber energy cut and circled along his limbs, but it seemed to cut through the void, even though it was circled several times under Xiao Buyi's mind control, at the end when the saber energy disappeared and dispersed For a moment, it still didn't hurt the human-shaped floating cloud in the slightest.

That is indeed a majestic force.

Chen Wanjuan's face slowly emerged from the mist.

He looked at Xiao Buyi indifferently.

The two silently gathered momentum, climbed up Yuanli Confucianism at the same time, and then started to run at the same time

The momentum is like a great sun rising in a rainy night!
His Royal Highness's rough knife with a broken handle was carefully picked up by His Royal Highness from the Daji Mountains and kept on his body. At this moment, the saber's aura billowed like a cloud from the nine heavens, and it rolled out of its sheath and turned into a majestic and majestic dragon!

And Chen Wanjuan handed out his sword without the slightest fancy, aiming at the center of the dragon's brow, as if to pierce the dragon's head!

One wants to get rid of the dragon, and the other wants to slay the dragon!
Instant collision!

The dragon-slaying sword was directly passed between Jiaolong's eyebrows!

Xiao Buyi spat out a mouthful of blood in an instant, his complexion was as bright as gold paper, his figure was like being struck by a bell, he paused for an instant, and was knocked flying by the flood dragon in front of him!

The handle of the thick knife was still in his hand.

The blade had already been tortured by the sword qi, and it was shattered every inch!
In front of His Highness the Second Highness was the rapidly zooming sword shadow. Chen Wanjuan stabbed into the dragon's head with his sword, and the whole way was like a bamboo shoot, cutting open the dragon's head and entering the dragon's belly, moving forward and moving forward!

The figure of the blood-soaked scholar was indifferent and ruthless, and the murderous intent in his eyes was extremely strong!
Along the way, countless Confucian arts bloomed in the dragon's belly, and the Second Highness arranged countless murderous intentions in this dragon, just waiting for the champion Hou's only son to enter alone!
Chen Wanjuan made a tactic with one hand, and his thoughts burst out, and the Confucianism of the Second Highness collapsed within three feet of his body, and he could not enter again!
One change ten ten change one hundred

In just the blink of an eye, the number of those powerful Confucian arts has reached the point where it is as vast as a cow's hair.

Chen Wanjuan felt like being trapped in the belly of a glutton, unable to move an inch!

The only son of the champion Hou simply put down the pinching fingers that stood on his lips, and gave up the idea of ​​using Confucianism to fight Xiao Buyi.

In an instant, the body turned into nothingness, traveling through the void like a flowing cloud!
That stalwart power came from Chen Wanjuan's forehead again, and in the northern land thousands of miles away, the hint of wind and snow emerged faintly.

Chen Wanjuan's long hair at the temples was stained with a trace of blue frost.

A sword pierced through the dragon's belly.

There is no one Confucianism.

The Taixu appearance of the Lord of the Yin City is the source of the world's most stalwart power, and the part given to Chen Wanjuan is enough to avoid all Xiao Buyi's attacks in a short period of time.

Chen Wanjuan advanced ten feet in an instant.

The dragon slaying technique forcibly tore Xiao Buyi's saber aura long dragon.

Xiao Buyi coughed up blood and backed away ten feet.

So it became popular within ten feet.

As for Chen Wanjuan's sword, it caught up to the eyebrows of the Second Highness, following the bloodshot in the air extremely smoothly.

His Highness was not as fast as Chen Wanjuan.

He also doesn't have any more energy to use the second Dead Wood Spring.

This is a very bad thing.

This meant that His Royal Highness had no way to avoid this sword.

Fortunately, Second Highness never thought of avoiding such a sword.

Xiao Buyi fixed his eyes on the figure like flowing clouds without blinking.

He didn't know why Chen Wanjuan was able to avoid all his Confucianism.

All he knew was that the man in front of him seemed to have borrowed power that didn't belong to him to forcibly win this fateful duel.

The Second Highness can only guess, such a force is not continuous.

Not only limited, but also flawed.

There is no perfect power in this world, and there is no spell that can avoid all attacks.

Xiao Buyi stopped suddenly.

The tip of the sword is rapidly zooming in before your eyes

In just a split second, Xiao Buyi knew that he had guessed correctly.

That flowing cloud-like figure began to condense!
This was Chen Wanjuan's killer move, and it was also his fatal flaw.

The Second Highness's guess was extremely correct.

Being able to avoid all attacks and turning into a void means that there is no way to deliver the truly lethal sword in the first place.

He wants to condense his figure.

From "nothingness" to "substance".

So the moment Chen Wanjuan handed out the sword without hesitation, the only son of the champion Hou didn't notice that the soil under him loosened slightly.

Like something is about to break through the ground.

Then broke out.

Chen Wanjuan handed out that sword, piercing Xiao Buyi's skin.

Blood drifted out.

But Chen Wanjuan, who stabbed out with that sword, was slightly taken aback.

The two froze at the same time.

Chen Wanjuan's expression was a little dazed, and he couldn't believe it. He lowered his head slightly and saw clearly that his abdomen was pierced by a knife that lacked the handle, almost to the heart.

The knife pierced through the ground and pierced his body.

Chen Wanjuan stretched out a hand in a daze, and took out blood.

He raised his head and looked at the clothed man.

That sword of mine did not pierce his brow.

Perhaps because of the force of the knife, Chen Wanjuan staggered and took two steps back.

His vision blurred for a while.

Until he was unable to hold the sword, and finally let go of the sword.

Only then did I realize that the sword that I thought would kill me only pierced the shoulder of the commoner man, and when I let go of the sword, some flesh and blood flew away.

The blade of Xiao Buyi's thick knife was pierced by Yuanli and transformed into a long dragon.

When the Yuanli comes out of the body, it is naturally much stronger than the ordinary iron blade.

The blade of that knife was wrapped in Yuanli by Xiao Buyi, so he couldn't see his true face.

So Chen Wanjuan didn't think about it, it turned out that the knife had never had a blade.

He really didn't think about it.

That commoner man buried the blade of the sword in the ground of Tunyi Gorge before the battle started.

Such a thin layer of iron.

It sounds absurd, but it's true.

It is such a thin layer of iron blade, poorly made, that has changed the outcome of the battle.

Chen Wanjuan thought sadly, why did such a raid turn into the current situation?
Taixu appearance, plus his own swordsmanship, and Confucianism.

To kill a man who was seriously injured and exhausted.

No matter how you look at it, this will be a suspenseful ending.

He suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood, tightly clenched the long and narrow blade in his abdomen, and pulled it out dripping with blood.

With a sound of "clang", the blade broke into two sections, front and back. The front section fell on the ground, splashing rainwater and blood, and the rear section hit the front section, shining silver light from the sky.

Chen Wanjuan fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes darkened.

The physique of Confucian practitioners is really weak.

In addition, this knife stabbed really deep.

If Chen Wanjuan still had some strength now, he would not have let go of the sword then.

But now he was sitting on the muddy ground.

In the same way, if Xiao Buyi still had some strength, he would not let the sword pick up the flesh and blood on his shoulders.

He will pick up the sword and give Chen Wanjuan a good time.

Two people, each other has reached the point where the oil is exhausted.

In the sky above Tunyi Gorge, there was an endless rumble of thunder.

Reflecting the pale faces of two people.

Chen Wanjuan covered his lips and finally stopped coughing.

The rain fell on these two men with the weight of the whole world.

The only son of the champion Hou was a little perplexed.

He thought a lot.

Why did it come to this point?

Maybe the moment I chose to rely on external force, I was doomed to such an ending?

Chen Wanjuan raised his head and looked at the civilian man.

He said softly: "You are actually a very respectable opponent."

After saying this, he saw the civilian man smiling at himself.

Very bright smile.

Very proud smile.

A toothy grin.

Chen Wanjuan saw the man's fingers move with some despair.

The thunder was continuous, and Chen Wanjuan saw at the same time on the mountain behind the man, there was a tall man riding a horse, bathed in heavy rain, and his figure was faintly visible in the flash of thunder.

And the clothed man in front of him squatted down very slowly, picked up the sword, and walked towards him step by step.

Chen Wanjuan said hoarsely, "No."

He saw the civilian man walking towards him.

But Chen Wanjuan really didn't have the strength to stand up again.

It's hard to even step back with your elbows supported.

He regrets it a little.

He didn't know if it was too late to say these words now.

Chen Wanjuan's voice was hoarse, bloodshot in his throat, and he said eagerly to the civilian man, "Don't come over!"

That figure really paused.

This is actually a sentence that is easily misunderstood.

Anybody would probably think that Chen Wanjuan was begging for mercy.

But Xiao Buyi understood.

So he paused for a second.

The next moment, an arrow pierced through the heavy rain, rubbing Xiao Buyi's cheek and bringing out a puddle of blood!

If Xiao Buyi took one step forward, the arrowhead would pierce through his head.

It's a pity that there is not only one arrowhead.

Chen Wanjuan looked at the second splash of blood in front of him in astonishment.

The arrowhead pierced through the chest of the commoner man, slowly forming a bump.

Scarlet bumps.

Then there was the sound of a sword falling to the ground.

The clothed man just knelt on the ground.

Commoner scarlet.

"No"

Chen Wanjuan looked pale and looked at the man.

He saw the eyes of the commoner man gradually dim, kneeling on the ground, trying to support himself with his elbows, but he still couldn't stop falling, and fell again.

He kept coughing up blood and kept supporting himself.

Until finally curled up, knelt down and did not move.

In the void, the invisible Confucian and Taoist luck was constantly being pulled out from the cloth.

Transferred to Chen Wanjuan's body.

"gone."

Xi Yao was a little bit downhearted, but the final outcome was as expected.

Xiao Buyi won the duel with Chen Wanjuan.

so what?

Those who are destined to die cannot escape the palm of fate.

Gu Shengcheng stared blankly at the direction of the shot arrow, and asked softly, "Dead?"

Xi Yao said softly: "Not yet, but the ending has been settled, unless the Immortal Da Luo comes, who can save him?"

"If I remember correctly, that person should be called Yan Bailou, a good dog sent by Yincheng to Xiguan." Gu Shengcheng murmured, "The governor of Xiguan Barrier, he is among the high-level officials in charge of resisting our attack. figure."

Qiu Shui said regretfully, "It's a pity."

Chen Wanjuan did not kill Xiao Buyi, but let that shameless archery rat get his hands on it.

Gu Shengcheng knew what Qiu Shui meant.

He said calmly: "Someone has to shoot this arrow. If Yan Bailou doesn't shoot, I will shoot that arrow."

Qiu Shui's voice was delicate: "Xiao Buyi should have died in your hands."

Gu Shengcheng shook his head and did not speak again.

Xi Yao saw all this in her eyes, she didn't care about the life and death of this commoner man at all, and she didn't even care who killed him.

Be it Yan Bailou or Gu Shengcheng, Xi Yao doesn't care.

She whispered, "Let's go, there's nothing to see."

This is a sad place.

Now she doesn't want to stay here and see her brother's heartbroken scene.

She is willing to taste the anger with her brother, but she does not want to see his sadness.

That was really bitter.

She just wanted to look at him, to see if he remembered anything.

Now it seems that my brother has not remembered her.

Then it doesn't matter who lives or dies, because the purpose of this business has already been fulfilled.

Lightning fell.

When the Zhong family man let go.

It's really only about ten breaths of time, but the winner is really determined.

The man in the fluttering red robe floated up, and almost teleported to Chen Wanjuan's side. He glanced slightly indifferently at the civilian man who was constantly losing vitality, and he had already guessed that this was the end of Tunyi Gorge.

Zhong Yusheng picked up Chen Wanjuan, Hou Dumiao, the champion of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The clothed man slowly closed his eyes.

It rained heavily in my ears.

It seems that someone is coming.

The man shook his shoulders desperately, yelling something in his ear desperately.

He couldn't even hear it.

The world is quiet.

A bright smiling face blooms in the bottom of my heart at the last second of life.

Xiao Buyi's cheeks were mixed with blood and tears, and he murmured three words softly.

Tang Xiaoman.

(End of this chapter)