The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 154: Six destinies (medium)

"It's cold." The green safari suit wrapped tightly around the little grasshopper complained loudly. She stood on the top of the tall tower, and stretched out the boundless snowfield under her feet. This is the country at the northern end of the Eastern Continent. In the late Tang empire bordered by soil, this tower standing alone in the extreme north is named "Tianji".

She wandered around the top of the tower for a few times, neither found the entrance to below, nor did she see any hints as to what to do next, "Ah...ahee." A cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew Then, Sibi opened his mouth and sneezed, rubbing his nose and said angrily: "Damn old Jonah, what am I doing in this ghost place where birds don’t lay eggs? Do you want to freeze me here? Are you willing?"

At this time, a strange sensation came from the waist. With a thought, a circle of sharp-edged crimson metal leaves rose up like petals, gently wrapping the half-elf, "Huh." Xibi touched curiously. With the streamlined skirt armor, "This is not the artifact on Brother Jonah. Why did he come to me?...Who is it."

Her self-talk turned into a scream, and the snake bow appeared in the air. The half-elf archer turned and opened the bow to aim at the enemy. Two fingers clamped the sizzling silver bowstring, swaying silver. The arrow pointed to the eyebrows of the uninvited guest, Sibi's green eyes suddenly widened, but his pupils shrank in the distance: "...It's you, how is this possible."

"Ah, I'm sorry, it's me." The man who was speaking was a long man in a linen shirt and a long cloak. His big brimmed hat had a few strands of gray curly hair, and the corners of his mouth with a wry smile were full of affection. Eyes, "Are you okay." He stretched out his hand to say hello, and then pointed to the tip of his nose: "Hey, here, wipe it. You've been like this since you were a kid. You like to blow your nose with the back of your hand. When you were young, the tip of your nose would get muddy. , And now, it's really bloody."

"You don't need to teach me." The little grasshopper screamed, using his sleeves to wipe away the stains on his face, "Why are you here, what do you want to do."

The man quietly lowered his arms that he wanted to hug. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He stepped back and lowered his head slightly: "I don't know, Pamela, I don't know where this is. I only know that it's in the north. I lost your tracks in the blizzards of the mainland. It’s great to be able to see it now."

Sibby gritted his teeth and creaked: "Stop this set, I don't want to see you, hurry up."

The man looked back and said, "I have nowhere to go, Pamela, it seems we are going to be together here for a while."

Xibi laughed angrily: "Hehe, is it a sweet father-daughter reunion plot? I have said that I will never forgive you, and I will never forget the expression of my mother before her death. Well, Mr. W, the cherry crossing has been ruined, and the legend of the night king has let me end today."

The northern elves lowered their sad eyes: "I don't want to fight with you, Pamela, I am to you..."

"...Don't call me Pamela."

The snake bow opened like a full moon, five silver arrows condensed in the air at the same time, the angry half-elf wheat-colored hair was flying in the north wind, her bare skin began to form hard scales, and her ears became sharp. The tail quietly broke through the hunting suit and grew out. With the continuous urging of the fighting spirit, the half-elf's body is being eroded by the reversion phenomenon. "Secret Arrow..." Sibi whispered from the gap between his teeth, and the five long arrows are alive. Things tremble at the fingertips, and the icy wind from the northern continent gathers at the tip of the arrow.

"Don't do stupid things, Pamela." Faced with this huge pressure, Mr. W took two steps back and drew out the fighting rapier. He shouted: "Don't do stupid things, your archery skills are my teaching For you, you can’t hurt me. Excessive use of life pool energy will make the northern elf blood in your body lose control. Stop it."

Snowflakes in the sky were swept towards five long arrows, but Sibi, who was in the eyes of the storm, suddenly issued a calm question: "...Have you ever loved my mother."

"...I will never stop loving her, Pamela." The king of the night's big brimmed hat was taken away by the wind and snow, and his gray curly hair fluttered in the wind, hiding the expression on the man's face.

"She loves you so much, even in the night of painful death, she is still calling your name in a coma." The green eyes of the little grasshopper are as silent as a frozen lake, "and you left her, you I can live for a long time, and my mother hasn't even enjoyed a day of happiness."

"Pamela..."

"You are a coward." Sibi said, "We are willing to die for the one we love, but you are like a maggot in a dungpit.... I hate you."

"Pamela."

"...Dad."

"Swish, buzz, buzz..." Five silver arrows broke free of the fingers, dragging the storm and whizzing, Mr. W stood there with a face of death, stretched out his arm, and cut with the tip of the rapier. Open the air, the Secret Arrow·Five-petal Star is the last archery he taught his daughter. The arrow infused with the magical power of the ice wind will block all evasion possibilities and bury the enemy in a cold ice storm. There is nothing in this world. People are more familiar with this arrow technique than Mr. W, almost instinctively. He swung his sword to cut off the delicate connection between the five flying arrows. It was not the cold of the ice wind that caused him to be hit hard, but the decisive look in his daughter's eyes. .

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhāhāh." The five-petal ice star failed to form, and the arrow shot across the temples of the night king and shot into the vast snow beyond the tower "Tianji". At this time Mr. W lifted up Eyes, but unable to look away because of shock.

Sibi was once again full of snake bows. This time it was not a silver light arrow, but a crimson wedge-shaped metal sharp arrow. A drop of sweat rolled down the forehead of the small grasshopper and followed the scales. Her skin slipped into the neckline, and her fingers had been cut by the bowstring. However, this arrow with amazing power had already been completed. She didn't understand what she was doing, she only knew how to crush the enemy in front of her and blind her with hatred. After closing his eyes, Sibi's bleeding hand did not tremble, "ding." There was a crisp sound, which was the clear sound of the bowstrings released by the fingertips of the exposed bones, and the red sword formed by the four pieces of magical artifact Lutalius came out of the string. , Spinning in the air, as fast as lightning, like a mountain again.

Mr. W can only raise the long sword again, the entire top of the tower is enveloped by the crimson light carved by the gods, and the king of the night has a lonely smile: "...Sometimes it takes more courage to live than to die, Pa Mira..."

Across the mountains of two thousand and eight hundred miles, the Remnant Qi Country at the southern tip of the Eastern Continent is the season for pear blossoms. In winter, all the flowers are withered. Hundreds of thousands of people came from the mountains and rivers to gather on Wenqi, the capital of the ruins, to admire this fleeting and spectacular scenery. The blooming period of the falling frost white pears that only grows here is only a short three days. All I saw were the dead branches and leaves, and the jade mud on the ground.

At this moment, the pear blossoms are just in bloom, but Wenshang City does not hear the sound of carriages and horses. A few days ago, the troops of the Qin Kingdom and the Chixiao Brotherhood broke through the ancient city of Wenshang and urged the people of the city to advance south, every pear There are rotten corpses under the trees, and the blood that soaks the soil may make the Wanli Pear blossoms wither later.

In the Chauluyuan, there is a high tower "Liyu". On the top of the tower, there are two men who are unwilling to admire flowers.

"You are dead." Yekong said, "When you die, even in the world outside the sky, I can feel it."

"Perhaps." said the man with a broken robe and long red hair. "But I'm here and now, I don't need to be able to see it with his heart...Why don't you draw your sword. "

Yekong said calmly: "I know, this is the test for me. If Saru is my demon, you are my karma. I don't want to become a Buddha. The Buddha can't give me anything. If there is a **** in the sky. Buddha, the tens of millions of wishes I made should have been realized long ago. Whoever can help me, I believe. Now I believe in a kid named Jona, not a golden statue of Prajna Temple."

"When did you become so able to talk." The long-haired man said clanging like gold and stone, "You owe me a fight. If I don't decide the outcome, even if I can't rest assured to die, draw the sword."

"Am I talking." Yekong smiled. He nodded and shook his head. "All these are just illusions. You are not you, I am not me. What am I in my own illusion? Looks like, can't even I dominate myself,...Zuta."

"Qiang, Qiang."

The two long knives were separated from their sheaths at the same time, and they made a sharp sound of combining two into one. The knives made a stern sound, the sky shattered, and "ping." Like a silver bottle burst, golden flowers splashed, and a broken knife flew high. Into the sky, the famous sword "Buddha Tooth" holding the sword Kalan smashed Zuta's long knife with sharp serrations, shredded the blade, cut off the back of the knife, rubbed a string of glaring sparks on the blade, "huh." Zuta abandoned the knife and swung it. Fist, a punch blasted the air between the two, "Boom." The blast wind blew, and the two kalans of the Great Prajna Temple landed on each other and looked at each other. Zuta's right fist was enveloped in a blue halo, his arms The clothes were shattered, and a hideous, terrible, twisted wound appeared on his arm.

Yekong slowly straightened his body, "Noise la la la la..." The famous knife Buddha tooth dragged a nick of gravel splash on the ground, "Next." He suddenly flew up and kicked to the back of the knife, and the long knife dropped his hand. While spinning out and flying towards the opponent, Zutta stretched out his hand and held the handle firmly in his hand. The tooth screamed frantically, as if to find the resentment in his heart, but as the blue light spread across the body of the knife, this famous knife The tremor gradually subsided, and the jagged blade was plated with a cold blue.

"Why." Zutta raised his eyebrows, "Give me the saber. Are you arrogant enough to beat me empty-handed."

Yekong said: "No, the tooth of the Buddha is a relic of Saru. It is not mine. I think we don't need it anymore. We can fight for a good fight now, Zuta."

"Very well, it would be boring if it weren't for this." Yingkalan laughed and stomped fiercely, the blue and blue shadows gushing up, the phantom of the gods and Buddhas looming behind him, following the "Buddha Tooth" high Lifting it up, the compassionate and lonely blue flames dimmed the sea of ​​flowers, "Huh." He exhaled, and Zuta swung his knife down. This knife could cut the sky in half, "Jiuguang" The recorded secret technique entangled every serration of the blade, turning into a earth-shaking sword wind.

Yekong stretched out his hand to his neck. He had a simple black necklace around his neck for some time. When his fingers touched the cold chain pendant, he held the sword Kalan and tugged hard, "hissing." A long sword shrouded in black flame appeared in his hand, and the dull and colorless black flames were billowing. It was the engraving of the **** of war and blacksmith Lazi, the sword of the black dragon king, Kuligaro, and the brutal sword of the dragon king began to be greedy. Inhaling the life force of the sword-bearer, but Yekong’s body is a hot melting pot. He didn’t know how to use this artifact. He only knew that at this moment, out of some kind of heavenly will, this sword could interact with He combined the two into one, severing the demons.

The red hair and the red hair are flying in the air, and the sword and the sword meet in the air.