Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 79: Datang Finale

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Blood rain flew, Ning Daoqi stood with his sword, facing the blood shadow that was flying across the opposite side, a Tsing Yi robe was embarrassed, his left hand curled up weakly, and had fallen into decay below the elbow.

Although it is already known that creating the blood demon and blood shadow in the dead area in Siyi is very dangerous and difficult to entangle, but only when they really fight, Ning Daoqi can deeply understand their terrible place.

These blood shadows are invisible and intangible, and the swords are difficult to hurt. Even the highly condensed true qi is only the end result of being engulfed by corrosion.

Only masters of the Grand Master series can cultivate these blood shadows by concentrating on their weapons and condensing them on their weapons, and turning them into peerless swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Even if they are Grand Masters, only Can face up to three or four blood shadows, the number is a little more, it is easy for the blood shadow to fit together and turn into dry bones.

"Ning Daoyou ..." a middle-aged man with an ugly face sighed: "If you can survive, please help me plant some white chrysanthemums on my homeland. The three little apprentices Young, I hope Brother Ning Dao will look on my face and take care of them a little bit! "

"Brother Fu!" Ning Dodge turned back and wanted to say something, but only in silence.

Fu Cailin said with a smile: "Ning Daoyou doesn't have to be sad for me ..." He stroked the huge wound that penetrated his chest to the back, and said calmly: "The wonderful life will never lose its color because of death. In the days I lived, I have been trying to find and think about such unpredictable and unknown things, and moved for the greatness of life. "

"But when I saw the existence of the blood demon, I suddenly woke up ... I have always used kendo to realize and seek the mystery of life, but I forgot that it is beside us. I use the sword to praise , Praising the greatness of life, but when I witnessed them being destroyed and destroyed, I was unable to protect it. "

"From that moment on, my sword not only sensed and discovered the beauty of this world, but also guarded this emotion and beauty."

"Fu Cailin is willing to die for this ..." Yi Jianshu blossomed an incomparable color in his hands. The humble life is the most ugly, but also the most beautiful, tiny and grand, fragile and strong.

Yi Jianshu is an extraordinary skill that integrates chess theory into swordsmanship, but the most essential thing in Fu Cailin's hands is his moving to life. Its subtlety lies in combining the feeling of the whole heart with the sword The external feeling is virtual, but the spiritual feeling is real. Its essence is to appreciate and taste with the attitude of a bystander.

But at this moment, Fu Cailin gave up the attitude of the bystander and really immersed in the praise of life. He seemed to smell a bitter bitter and salty fragrance in his memory, and smelled the beans and pickles in his childhood The memories of Goryeo and my hometown gradually became clear and vivid. I no longer stood tall and admired, but truly tasted and immersed ...

Peas in the hometown of childhood ...

The warmth held by my mother in the winter ...

The joy of holding the sword for the first time ...

The glory of becoming the only grand master in Korea ...

Until the end, the blood demon ravaged Korea ’s despair ...

"From that moment on, everything about me is dead! At the moment of holding the sword, I just want to go back to the past and protect the things that touched me in my life ... even if I bet on my life "" The hand holding the sword became more and more firm, and even the serious injury to the chest could not prevent Fu Cailin from wielding the sword.

Exhaust your life and emotion, and save the sword of the past.

Fu Cailin appeared a ghost image very familiar to Ning Daoqi. The existence known as the avatar merged with Fu Cailin ’s body, wielding an unparalleled sword, and took away a small half of the blood in the sky , Also took his life.

In Fu Hongyan ’s astonished eyes, part of the blood **** son scattered a blood of light. Some of them were ordinary farmers, and some were soldier merchants, but they were all dressed up in Koreans. These have been transformed into blood **** sons The existence of the essence is contaminated, and this moment was restored to its original form under the sword of Fu Cailin.

Millions of souls rejoiced, calm, and quietly dispersed with Fu Cailin, returning to the world.

"I really want to ... I want to eat another kimchi from my hometown!"

Following the last sentence with few aftertones, Fu Cailin ’s body fell down suddenly, and Ning Daoqi wept: "Brother Fu!"

Even though Fu Cailin tried his best to save millions of souls, the blood shadow in the sky still did not decrease by half. The thick blood cloud little by little was pressed by the Chaoning Dodge. On the Yangtze River, countless Ning Daoqi held the sword and blood shadow to fight, protecting the flowering **** tree behind him, Bi Xuan stood under the blood cloud with a spear.

Looking back when Fu Cailin fell, he also sighed tiredly: "Brother Fu is gone too! We should have died when the Turks and Koreas were destroyed, but the faith of revenge let us survive."

"Kirin Golem! I Bi Xuanguo lived to this day, just for us Turks to shoot this spear at you!"

By raising the moon spear in his hand, Bi Xuan growled.

"Jingzhai has been destroyed! How can Feixuan survive ... It is a pity that he failed to avenge Yang Guang personally, but he could die for the world, and Shifu died without regret!"

"Under the nest, there is an egg? Unexpectedly, our Yinku School also has a day to fight side by side with Ci Hang Jingzhai!" Zhu Yuyan laughed longitudinally, she laughed three times, and cried three times, Suddenly turned his head and looked at a middle-aged man dressed not far away, who was far away in style.

The man looked at the sky of blood clouds above his head and was deeply absorbed.

I heard Zhu Yuyan ’s crying and laughing, turned to look at her, and said calmly: "Yuyan's style is still the same, and it is Shimou, which is already old ..."

Ning Daoqi burst into tears. He desperately absorbed the power of the substitute ’s time, and even his own time was overdrawn: "After this tribulation, there are naturally a lot of means to make up for it. What is the use of this robbery, no matter how much time is left? It turns out that there are still thirty years of Shouyuan, so that there are 300,000 more avatars to fight the blood devil ... "

This method of squeezing your own existence time is of course not as easy as Ning Daoqi himself said, absorbing his own original time means that Ning Daoqi ca n’t even do the lone soul and wild ghost after the body ’s Shou Yuan has passed. There is no such thing in this world.

At this moment, the time of the whole world is almost frozen.

Fu Hongyan looked at a group of people trying to resist with the power of ants in front of him, watching them unable to struggle and procrastination, and calmly said: "The meaningless struggle!"

"You have tried your best to spare all your life, but it is just a piece that can't escape the chessboard!"

"It will never change, the scheduled ending!" (To be continued.)