Zasaktu remained motionless, layers of true energy flowing between his arms, while staring at the light and shadow in front of him, he figured out his path, lowered his feet, and kept counting, hoping to kill with one blow. Suddenly, Jiang Liechen sneered in his ear: "You have been practicing the Seven Evils True Arts for life but failed. I will try it out one by one before you die, and give you the grace of raising you."

Zasaktu listened to the wind to identify his figure, and turned around his ears. After the last word was finished, he judged that he should have just turned to the thirty-seventh degree northwest. He said it quickly and immediately punched it out. This punch was the strongest blow in his life.

However, as soon as the arm was lifted, a phantom was dispersed. I knew something was wrong. After the heavy blow, I didn't focus on it. My arm was stretched and I had no time to take care of it. I was about to turn around and jump out of the circle and make a decision. I felt a chill in my heart. I lowered my eyes and saw a bloody claw coming out of my chest.

Jiang Liechen pressed close behind him, his left arm passed through his back and went straight to his chest. After exercising his skills, all his five fingers turned into evil claws, and his fingertips were horizontally placed in the eyes, and blood was still flowing down.

Zasaktu felt his body empty for a moment, and then he felt a huge pain in the wound. His eyes suddenly turned black and he recovered his vision a little, but he could no longer lift his breath if he had to use his skills. He barely grabbed his wrist, twisted it outward, and then retreated his elbow and hit him hard.

Jiang Liechen couldn't dodge and was hit on the Jiuwei point in his chest. The momentum was extremely strong. He was so knocked over. After landing, he rolled up, stood up again, and spit out several mouthfuls of blood. Then he felt his left hand failing. He looked up and saw that his wrist was twisted at a strange angle, his five fingers were all opened, but a bone in the blood vessel stretched horizontally and raised high, and it was obvious that the wrist bone had been broken.

He didn't feel pity for himself. He pulled his palms and aimed the bones at the broken joints. He pulled them a few clicks and connected the broken bones at will. He moved his wrists a little, tightened his fists, secretly exerted his skills, and his whole body turned into a black light and rushed towards Zasaktu.

In the secret room, a black shadow was seen shuttled back and forth through Zasaktu's body, and more than a dozen times, the black shadow rushed out of his body, gathered back into a human form, stood in front of him, looking coldly in front of him.

Zasaktu raised his left hand hard and wanted to try to exert force again, but he suffered several heavy blows and a blood hole was made in his body. His heart, lung and veins were completely broken, and he could no longer support him. His tall and thin body fell to the ground with a bang.

This gray-robed guest has been the leader of the sect who has been in power for many years. Now he is lying on the ground, losing all his might, and is as fragile as a dead stone and a rotten wood.

Jiang Liechen raised his hand to wipe away the bloody stains on his mouth and sneered, "You kowtow to me now and beg for mercy, I won't be soft-hearted." When Zasaktu heard this, he tried hard to raise his head that was hanging down to the ground, stared at him, and never kowtowed.

Jiang Liechen was slightly surprised, and then sneered, "It's all like this, I'm not dead yet. So tenacious. Otherwise, why do you say that the deceased is strong?" He lifted his feet and stretched them in front of him, wiping the upper leisurely on his face. Zasaktu couldn't even use the strength to lift his hand away. His eyes were burning with crazy hatred. The only thing left to kill him was the only pair of eyes.

Jiang Liechen pressed his finger joints and sneered, "Don't stare at me like this. After you return to the West, I will definitely develop the Shadow Sect into the head of the martial arts world. If you want to regain your unfulfilled wish, I will fulfill it for you, and you can rest in peace."

Zasaktu finally accumulated some strength, his throat gushes, trying his best to squeeze out words. What he said was "On the road to the underworld..." Jiang Liechen leaned over and squatted down, admired his dying struggle, and then approached him and sneered: "Yes, the scenery over there is very good, you can enjoy it slowly."

Zasaktu took a few more breaths and suddenly shouted loudly: "Come together!" The sleeves of the robe were swung out quickly, and the sleeves were opened, and a thick black potion was shot out from it. Jiang Liechen quickly got up and dodged, swinging his sleeves, but he didn't expect that he was still restless when he was about to die, and he kicked it out with a heavy anger. Zasaktu's head shattered, and the one who fought to the death just now exhausted all his energy. His body stiffened and he leaned on the ground and never moved again.

Although Jiang Liechen dodged in time just now, he swept away most of the potion with his sleeve, but the distance was too close and the potion flowed very fast. Two drops were still splashed on his right face. Suddenly, the sound of flesh burning and his face was painful.

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Chu Menglin escaped from Zasaktu's pursuit and rushed all the way. He heard the fierce battle behind him gradually faded away, and slowly calmed down. He knew that with his father's skills, he would only catch up with him in an instant, so he hid in the grass by the side of the road. Her breath was weak, sometimes without any. Zasaktudan thought that she would run away desperately, and only focused on chasing her, without paying attention to the abnormalities on both sides, and actually avoided her. He looked at her father's back and dared to breathe lightly.

After all, the father-daughter love is deep. Although she only glanced at her, she noticed that her father's sleeves were covered with blood. She looked at him with breathing freely, but she was not hurt at all. She couldn't tell what it felt. After waiting for a while, she confirmed that the crisis had passed, and then she quietly stood up. At this time, she had a desire and stopped dragging her back. She bought a small gourd wine in Linbian Town to speed up her journey.

After walking for several days and nights, it was not until the usurpation of the throne in the sacred sect in the sect that she arrived at Qingyi River. She was completely unaware of the changes in the sect. She saw the terrain along the way, and imagined the tragic situation of corpses everywhere on both sides of the fierce battle. The situation was lifelike and even better than seeing it in person. Perhaps there were countless dry bones of soldiers buried at the bottom of the river, and suddenly the clear river water became dirty.

The soldiers joined the army just to make the whole family feel full and well-dressed. It was just because the lord went to fight for the enemy alone, and his life was like grass. The army won, but I don’t know how many elderly mothers, wives and children in the family were wet with tears. In order to monopolize power, everyone fought for years and suffered from life. What are the benefits?

The road was covered with blood, and you could still feel the endless murderous aura in the wind. You slowly moved your steps and walked to the middle of the river. You saw a tall peach tree planted by the river. The treetops were blooming like flowers and blooming in a gorgeous way. Jealousy made a monster, sheathed the long sword on your waist and threw it towards the top of the tree. The sheath passed through the gaps of the branches and fell to the ground, and the peach blossoms on the branches fell one after another.

Chu Menglin looked at the flowers flying all over the sky, but she could only feel desolate in her heart. She raised her palm and caught a few petals, and said to herself: "When the flowers bloom, they are colorful, and they will inevitably wither and wither. After they land, they are confused with the humblest soil. No one can remember the brilliance of them when they bloom, so why just bloom in vain?" Her palm leaned slightly, and she watched the petals slowly falling, as if she had experienced the long journey from birth to death.

The personal power is too small. In the face of the vast nature, nothing can be retained. No matter whether you live a mediocre life or strive to make a living, you will be involved in the torrent of time, just like a drop of dew, but someone pursues the reputation in history and is bound by this life.

He walked forward in a daze, opened his arms and hugged the tree trunk, and pressed his side to the rough bark. He thought that the trees had no grudges and no grudges with him, but the flowers were destroyed in vain. But even if he couldn't help himself, wasn't it still "the east wind was powerless and the flowers were broken"? His life was the same. He was not killed in the struggle, but he could not escape birth, old age, sickness and death. Perhaps her sins might not be as serious as the world thinks.

I also remembered that I had a miserable life and had never enjoyed the love of my parents since I was a child. The people around me were a group of stern zombies, who only knew intrigues all day long. She was born and died regardless of her safety, and could not get a kind look.

The only happy time is when looking for the tears of the soul, I walked with Li Yijie and others, traveling along the way, chatting and joking, or jealous for Shen Shiyun, and all of them were free and happy. It turned out that what I yearned for was just the ordinary happiness of ordinary people.

Although she was unwilling to admit it and suppressed her thoughts in her heart, that experience was often repeated in her heart. Li Yijie and Nangong Xue were also her most cherished friends. Even if her true identity was exposed, she still did not want to break up with her.

Both of them are kind-hearted and honest when making friends. They will never calculate profits and losses like others. They were indeed very relaxed and at that time. However, good and evil are incompatible. The righteous disciples have always been jealous of evil people. She, who was born in the Demon Sect, naturally became an enemy. Even if they are rebellious now, they no longer hate themselves to the core, and it is obvious that they can no longer be as close as they did before.

The different directions of several people were destined from birth and no one could change them. Only facts were standing in front of us: they could never go back to the past and could not find the past. She usually didn't like reading, but now there was an old saying that clearly flashed "The dead are like this, and they never let go of day and night."

The sadness surged in my chest, feeling exhausted, my legs slid to the ground with soreness, tears were already in my eyes, my knees were stimulated by sharp stones, and tears were overflowing like a spring.

Thinking of Kongtong's leader plotting everywhere and fighting for a lifetime, he ended up in a wilderness. Although he was not sensitive to him, he had known each other for a long time, fighting wits and courage. Seeing him so angry that he was so angry that he was staring at him, it was so fun. Now that he died tragically, it was mostly related to himself, and his heart became more and more bitter, both for him and for his ambition father.

She didn't want her relatives to be the supreme lord. There were people outside of her. No matter how high her martial arts were, she would be difficult to resist when she met a stronger master in the future. It was just that. She didn't understand why he was always unable to see it. As a daughter, she would rather be by her father's side, to support him and enjoy family life, but this simple wish was difficult to realize for the rest of her life.

He shook his head and drove away his random thoughts, faced the east, and murmured: "Dad, my daughter is unfilial, which makes you angry. In this life, I have finally embarked on the path of deviating from you. My daughter keeps your diligent cultivation in mind, and I dare not forget it, and I can only repay you in the next life." After saying that, he lowered his eyebrows and bowed respectfully, and kowtowed respectfully. He sniffed his nose and continued: "You have a great vision. My daughter wishes my father to be united in the world for thousands of years. He will be powerful all over the world and last forever!" After saying that, he buried his head and kowtow.

Although she spoke in tears at this time, she had no tremor when she prayed sincerely, but it still made people feel sad. When she raised her head for the third time, she said sadly: "The fate is over, my daughter... I bid farewell to my father!" She kowtowed very slowly, and her tears were even more difficult to suppress. She used to bow her rituals and often didn't agree in her heart and talked back secretly. It was the first time that she was so obedient. If there was a spirit in the spring, she didn't know if she could forgive this "rebellious woman".

Chu Menglin moved her knees stiffly, looked north, looking at the imaginary imperial city, and said, "Brother Yun, no one will be sorry for anyone in a hundred years. If you choose to surrender to the court, you must have your reasons. I... I don't blame you. But in this way, there will be even fewer helpers around my father..." He lifted the wine pot, pulled out the soft plug, put it to his mouth and took a big sip, then swayed the spout down, swinging back and forth on the ground in front of him, sprinkling a stream of wine like a stream, and dragging a dark wet mark on the ground.
Chapter completed!