Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 1145: Sorrowful
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The old man showed pain on his face, and suddenly spit out a thick black blood with a wow, his breath quickly weakened, whether it was the life and death sword domain or the giant sword, the power was far more powerful than he had imagined. Down, the injuries in his body could not be suppressed completely.
At the same time, a black air suddenly surged onto his face, entwined between his eyebrows, like a little snake, actually eroding the soul.
The old man is faced with enemies inside and outside, so he can only protect his soul first, and can no longer deal with the enemies outside.
Faxiangtiandi was completely squeezed out, but instead, it was a cloudy sky, ghost wind roaring, bones everywhere, a ghastly breath, surrounded by everyone.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, the white bone formation appeared, trapping everyone in it in an instant.
Seeing this scene, the old man's face was ashamed, and he immediately understood that this was also one of the methods to deal with himself, and he could only lose before he had time to reveal it.
Even if he can deal with the Great Sword Slash, the Sword of Life and Death, and the Underworld, he will eventually fall into this formation.
There are so many methods that are endless, even in his heyday, it is quite difficult to deal with, let alone now.
The most important thing is...
Up to now, he has not even seen his opponent's face, and he has been defeated. It can be said that he has no strength to struggle...
The old man looked at the dreary wind and mist around him, his body was stirred up by the black air, and under internal and external difficulties, he almost desperately said: "I sent the inheritance for thousands of years, is it going to be destroyed in my hands today?"
"Master..." The sturdy young man couldn't bear it, but he didn't know what to say.
The old man looked at his own disciple, suppressed the tumbling in his body forcibly, and said with a sad smile: "I thought that by finding this paradise, I would be able to revive the martial art. Who knows that there is a real power to occupy it, nothing else, it's all for The teacher’s fault, I will leave the inheritance of the Celestial Witch Sect to you in the future."
The strong young man heard his eyes flushed, and suddenly stood up and said: "Master, let's fight with him!"
"Idiot!" The old man opened his eyes and reprimanded: "Even if you are desperate, it should be my old bone. After I die, you will be my hope for the future revival of the Celestial Witch faction. How can I save my life? Wasting in this kind of place, I will beg that person to spare you when the time comes, so you don’t want to live up to my expectations."
The strong young man said sadly: "Master, we will take you back if we try our best..."
The disciples behind were also full of grief and commotion, all expressing that they would rather fight their opponents hard.
The old man sighed and shook his head silently. Obviously he would rather stay and wait for death than let his disciples make unnecessary sacrifices...
For a while, the scene was full of life and death, and an atmosphere of sadness was permeated...
At this moment, the old man's gloomy pupils suddenly lit up, and then he forcibly supported his body, pulled the disciples behind him, and looked at the figure stepping on the river with a solemn face.
What surprised him was that the young man was a bit too young. Although the cultivator was youthful and it was difficult to tell his age, from the eyes of the old man, the opponent's practice years must be less than a hundred years.
The most important thing is that the other party is really just the 9th Rank of Jindan...
The old man's heart suddenly sank. He wanted to use his own experience and insights in exchange to let the other party let go of his disciples, but now it seems that such a promising young man must be taught by a master behind him, how can he care about himself? Sentiment.
If the other party is more cruel, maybe he will kill the last elite of his Sky Witch Sect...
However, Lin Fei didn't mean to kill him at this time. On the contrary, he looked at the group of people with an atmosphere of sadness and despair before him, and he was a little confused.
What's the situation...
According to what he understood, these people seemed to be fancying the treasures of geomantic omen in their retreat, and they came to **** it forcibly.
Lin Fei also paid much attention to this. In order to deal with the old man, he prepared for a long time under the waterfall and arranged a lot of back players. Then he shot, the effect was really good, and he defeated the opponent in general.
But when I look at it now, this scene is different from what I thought.
There was a sorrowful atmosphere at the scene. A family of old and young teachers was kind and filial. They had no ferocious temperament at all. They seemed to be bullied to desperation. If someone with unknown circumstances came to take a look, they might think that Lin Fei seemed to be What a heinous thing, like a villain who bullies men and women...
The problem is, Lin Fei is obviously the victim...
Lin Fei thought for a long time and didn't figure it out. He looked at these people and asked: "I'll make sure one thing first. It's you guys who are robbing me of my site. I shouldn't bully you guys?"
The voice fell, but the strong young man seemed to be humiliated, he immediately stepped forward with an expression of surrender, and said tragically: "If you want to kill or slash, it's up to you. Anything is directed at me, my master. Don’t humiliate him!"
Lin Fei was speechless for a while, one of me who was being bullied didn't say anything. You are a villain here in a tragic and majestic line.
However, he was not interested in entangled with this stupid big man. Instead, he glanced around and immediately saw the old man who closed his eyes and said nothing. He was pale and weak in breath. He looked really miserable.
But...
What the **** does it have to do with me, the dying years of the wind are justified?
"This old man didn't touch porcelain because of his age, right?" Lin Fei wondered.
"What did you say!" The sturdy young man suddenly exploded and his voice was loud, but this time he roared like a thunderstorm: "My master is highly respected, how can I touch porcelain..."
But the words still fell. The young man's nine-foot-high body was suddenly hit hard. On the bulging muscles of a hill, layers of ripples swayed open, and they were directly knocked down and flew out to the ground. Wipe out grooves of tens of meters...
Lin Fei retracted his fist and sneered: "I dare not know how to advance or retreat if you give you a bit of color, and I don't know how you survived until now."
A group of disciples dared not speak, but the face of the closed-eyed old man twitched, but there was no movement. Lin Fei indifferently glanced at the disciples and asked: "Which school are you from? Why do you bother? I retreat?"
However, when the disciples saw that their senior was beaten to fly, they all looked sad and indignant, as if Lin Fei was really a wicked person, and all of them didn't say anything.
Lin Fei's face suddenly turned dark, and he didn't bother to say more to this group of neuroses, but looked at Li Beixing.
At this time, Li Beixing had already swallowed a few pills, and he had almost stabilized his internal injuries. He hurried a few steps to Lin Fei's side, and said very painfully: "These people don't know where they came from. Asking me to give up this place, of course I can’t agree, and then I fought, but after I set up the formation, this group of people were persuaded."