Emperor of Nine Suns Chapter 1287: Feng Qiang’s last day
The ten rounds of **** sun above the sky made Feng Qiang feel dazzled and utterly uncomfortable.
He sighed, and withdrew his gaze from the sky. Looking around, he could see several old disciples of Duxufeng who were cleaning with broomsticks that had been used for some years.
These people are a bit older, and their hair is gray.
Everyone swept the fallen leaves on the ground unhurriedly.
Although their hands holding the broom are trembling slightly, everyone is doing their best to overcome the coercion of the void and strive to finish their own things.
&nbs? pig? pig? island? Novel ww.uua.p; at this moment, Feng Qiang couldn't help thinking in his heart.
The journey of crossing Xufeng seems to be over today!
Recalling the first time I followed Chu Chen to Duxu Peak, my heart was extremely disappointed when I saw this broken line.
If Chu Chen hadn't insisted on staying here, I'm afraid he would have moved to other ancient peaks long ago.
Along the way, the disciples on Duxu Peak haven't increased much, and the popularity of this line is still declining as before.
Unconsciously, there are only a few dozen disciples, and the inheritance of the exercises has been broken. The bottom line among the 72 ancient peaks of the Demon Nether Sect has actually become the most inspiring of the entire Demon Nether Sect. The most eye-catching pulse!
Rip on the ground-level Gufeng, tyrannize the ground-level senior Gufeng, kill the heaven-level senior Gufeng, kill the son of the **** of the ghost...
In just a few months, this line that has never existed in Demon Underworld Sect has done a great event that truly shocked the entire Demon Dao world, and created a new legend that cannot be copied!
No matter how brilliant the legend is, it will eventually shatter.
Even if Feng Qiang didn't raise his head, he could feel the suffocating coercion emanating from ten blood-destructive days in the sky.
Feng Qiang sighed again.
The end of the legend!
It's like the extremely gorgeous fireworks. Although the light that burst out at that moment can almost illuminate the entire world, but after the gorgeousness, it is destined to disappear in smoke...
Today is the time when this legend finally shattered.
Feng Qiang shook his head, couldn't help squinting his eyes again, and looked up at the sky.
Ten rounds of dazzling blood-colored scorching sun, representing the arrival of ten peak masters of ancient heavenly peaks!
It can be said that the gathering of such a group of superpowers is enough to start a battle between good and evil.
Even if Chu Chen is amazing and powerful, he has no power to fight back in front of such a strong lineup. This is a mortal game, and there is absolutely no possibility of a miracle...
It's just...just, why do you always feel that there is still a glimmer of hope for Du Xufeng?
Feng Qiang took a deep breath, this feeling was very strange, although his own reason thought it was impossible at all, at this time Du Xufeng had no hope at all.
But there is always such a small feeling in his heart, it seems that there will be some miracles...
"Hehe, life and death are in life, wealth is in the sky, I want to do so much. No matter what, I can see with my own eyes that Duxu Peak stirs up such a huge storm, even if I am buried in this storm, my life will not be in vain. "
With a slightly self-deprecating smile, Feng Qiang stepped towards the reception hall.
Feng Qiang stepped up quickly after crossing the stone steps one after another.
Along the way, you can see that most of the Duxufeng disciples are still performing their duties, but everyone's expressions are a little gloomy.
It seems that they have completely abandoned their intention to resist in their hearts, intending to coexist and die with Du Xufeng.
Roar...
Along with a loud dragon chant, the black magic dragon figure shrouded in the sky above Duxu Peak became faint again, almost becoming a transparent appearance.
At the same time, the aura of the ten sunsets in the sky is getting stronger...
The Scarlet Storm is ready to go!
Feng Qiang climbed into the reception hall halfway up the mountain, and you could see that a group of disciples in the reception hall were silently meditating here.
They all have their own magical weapons or weapons beside them, in a posture ready for the final battle at any time.
They all know that today is the last day of crossing the virtual peak, all they can do is fight to the end!
It can be clearly distinguished that those who are cultivating all the time, and most of them are young and energetic new disciples who intend to desperately improve their cultivation in the shortest possible time.
They are strong, young and vigorous, and are willing to fight until the last drop of blood is drained.
They witnessed that Du Xufeng went from a bottom ancient peak to today's glorious summit. For them, being able to coexist and die with Duxu Peak itself represents a great honor.
Other older disciples seem to be much calmer. They don’t hurriedly do what they have at hand, like old monks who see through the world, and try their best to see what is happening in front of them. I hope to look at it with a very peaceful mind.
Although, their heartbeat is still faster and faster!
But their attitude has shown that they regard death as home.
Seeing these familiar people, Feng Qiang's chest suddenly burst into boiling blood...
No need to think any more, stay with everyone to the end, the **** battle is the end!
Turning over the reception hall, Feng Qiang continued to move towards the book tower in the mountain.
The book tower on Duxu Peak is also considered a taboo place on this peak. The totem pattern of the golden winged roc was left on it, which is unbreakable.
It's just that after the brand of the Golden Winged Roc was refined by Chu Chen, it seemed to lose a certain spirit inside the book tower, and it no longer had the same power as before.
At this moment, the entire book tower is empty inside. In the huge book tower hall, there is only a lone figure standing in front of the tall bookshelves in a daze.
"Brother Han?"
An unexpected look appeared in Feng Qiang's eyes~IndoMTL.com~ He didn't expect that the only person still in the tower at this time was actually the third brother Han Ye.
I saw Han Ye silently looking at the old bookshelves in front of him, and his eyes didn't know when they had started to turn red.
"Brother Han, what are you crying for."
Feng Qiang grinned. To tell the truth, he admired the knowledge of the third brother, but he couldn't stand his sentimentality.
"I'm crying that our history, the traces of our existence, and the glory we have are about to disappear. These slips, these jade albums, these cloths, these book armors... I don't know how to wait until the peak After the complete destruction, how much can these things be left behind?"
Han Ye held a thick ancient bronze book in both hands, his expression was both sad and regretful.
"My bad life is nothing but if it is gone, it will be gone. It's just that these books are different. They record the history of Du Xufeng and are the proof and brand of Du Xufeng's existence. If these things are all Disappeared, then we can only silently annihilate in history when we cross Xufeng..."