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Chapter 616 Gou's head exploded(2/3)

Under this sword, I felt that the world was in chaos.

The vegetation withered and revealed new green at the same time, and the gravel turned into stone in the moment of weathering...

Day and night come together.

The sunrise chases the sunset, often appearing again and again in the sky, west and east, but it refuses to enter the mountains.

The biting cold wind seeped through the pores, and when the soul escaped, it became the hot breath of the desert.

"Hallucination?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt that his violent desire was retreating.

The place of Qingming in the corner of Lingtai is also expanding with this layer of chaos.

The strength in the arm is not affected, but the arrow in front of me...

"Retreating?"

Xu Xiaoshou was horrified.

The arrow of love for the common people broke through the two realms, and when it was about to pierce his own head, he retreated?

Time flows backward?

No one can describe Xu Xiaoshou's horror at this moment.

This chaotic scene simply exceeded his understanding of the entire world.

"Mom..."

In my ears, like an auditory hallucination, I heard the disappearing voice of Ajie again.

"Being called, passive value, +1."

It wasn't until the message bar popped up that Xu Xiaoshou finally made up his mind.

This is not a fantasy.

This is really time flowing backwards...

No!

Time and space go backwards!

Xu Xiaoshou stared in horror at the indescribable scene in front of him.

Cracks appeared in the void, and a lot of chaotic flesh, flesh, and bones flew out from them.

In the sound of rustling, things were pieced together and turned into Ajie's head before he looked back.

Subsequently, the blown parts were restored.

One leg, one hand, including the torso...

The black mist on Ajie's body faded away, returning to the arrow of the evil sin bow that retreated.

The arrow flew back and exploded with a "bang" at a certain point. A Bing's body parts were sucked back from all directions and pieced together.

Then, Ah Huo resurrected again, roaring wildly at the arrows from the sinful bow that flew away.

"this……"

Xu Xiaoshou was filled with surprises and inexplicable fear.

He felt that all this was too unreal, too illusive.

But until the bond between "Embers of Fire" and "Three Days of Freezing Tribulation" appears in my heart again, I can get induction and feedback every time I call.

Only then did he realize that this was not a daydream.

Gou Wuyue's sword is really reversing the rules of ethics and reversing Tianzang!

"Sword Immortal, isn't he just Taixu? How could he reverse the half-saint's arrow?"

The thoughts in his mind just started to flood, and Xu Xiaoshou felt that there was another figure in front of him.

——Gou Wuyue!

It is different from the graceful banished immortals we usually see.

Although Gou Wuyue was standing with his sword tilted at this moment, the tiredness in his eyes could not be concealed.

His face looked completely old.

There were a few more crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, and even his black hair had completely faded to gray.

——The price of a sword!

"How will you be here?"

Gou Wuyue, who was falling in front, did not even cast a glance at Xu Xiaoshou from the corner of his eye. He stared at Yu Zhiwen in disbelief, with a look of shock on his face.

"I……"

Yu Zhiwen was thrown away and returned to Xu Xiaoshou's golden palm. At this moment, his mind was dizzy and he couldn't find himself at all.

She suddenly felt unsteady on her feet and staggered.

"Click!"

When he looked down, he saw that the golden palm under his feet had cracked lines.

The violent power raged on it, almost crushing her.

"Roar……"

Xu Xiaoshou roared in pain.

Gou Wuyue's sword was too slow, but also too fast.

In the sudden and complete change, in the reverse order of all parties in time and space, the only thing on the scene that was not affected was Xu Xiaoshou's "Passive Fist" that ignited all his power.

This punch came from the system, and it actually ignored the countercurrent of time and space!

Xu Xiaoshou never used it again since the last time he punched the red dog and destroyed half of his life.

But the passive fist's charge value, along with the high-intensity damage he received from the Throne and the Way of Killing, continued to accumulate and superimpose, reaching a level of 8.64%.

Injure the enemy a thousand, and injure yourself a thousand and two.

Xu Xiaoshou vaguely remembered that after that punch, he himself lost half of his life.

If possible, he wouldn't want to use the passive fist at all.

But under Ai Cangsheng's arrow, he had no choice but to use it, and even felt that the 8.64% charge value was too little.

now.

Gou Wuyue's "Time Sequence" sword reversed the rules of heaven, and time and space were always aligned. Xu Xiaoshou could not retract this punch alone.

How could this punch from the system be recovered?

vent!

Before he even punched, Xu Xiaoshou felt the golden light on his right arm explode and crack.

Pain comes.

At this moment, he must have a target to vent his anger on, to use as a target, to slow down the backlash from his passive fist.

But the arrow of love for the common people is withdrawn, and Yu Zhiwen is not strong enough.

The Moonless Sword Immortal, who has aged much since this sudden strike, must be said to be a very good target.

"Gou Wuyue."

Xu Xiaoshou murmured.

He didn't have any good impressions of the person in front of him, and it was because of this guy's appearance that he almost died.

Even the friends who followed him in Yuan Mansion died once to protect him.

The stance is inherently different.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't think that Gou Wuyue's sword was to save himself.

So, in this situation where pain is intertwined and even his sanity is about to be destroyed...

Attack!

"Um?"

As Gou Wuyue approached, she finally noticed the violent power from Xiaoshi Tanji that had been ignored by the arrow.

He tilted his head.

But he saw a huge golden fist enlarging in front of his eyes.

"Punch me!"

call--

The heart of the fist withered and weathered during the swing.
To be continued...
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