Marquis of Grand Xia Chapter 674: Same door
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Ice and Snow Heaven and Earth, the little girl walks alone, carrying Red Clothes on her back, and still has n’t woken up yet.
I do n’t know how far I have traveled, how long I have left, how many people I have visited, and the little girl ’s clothes that have n’t stopped for a moment are wet with sweat, and the forehead is **** dyed red.
The cold wind in winter blows on my body, cold and biting, and I ca n’t sleep for many days. Even if I have entered Innate, the little girl can't hold it. Every time I take a step, my delicate body stumbles.
Not far away, in the village, the sound of Dangdang's iron hitting came into his ears, with a sound, a sound.
The little girl looked up and there was not much brilliance in her big eyes. She took a few more steps. Suddenly her consciousness was blurred and she fell silently into the snow.
The village, in front of Smithy, the little boy who was chopping wood saw it and immediately dropped the hatchet and ran over.
"Father, someone collapsed"
Seeing the unconscious two forms in the heavy snow, the little boy ’s immature face showed a touch of anxiety and shouted towards the house behind.
Not long before the words fell, a woman walked out of the house not far away and saw the two forms falling in the snow in front of the village. She turned around and said, "Sir, his father, someone really fainted, hurry up Go and see "
In the house, a handsome middle-aged man put down his hammer and immediately looked out.
"It's a small Miss, and there is a young man"
The middle-aged man saw that he did n’t dare to delay anymore, he hurried out and greeted, "Children and mother, you come and help"
"En"
The woman left her hand and quickly followed.
In the heavy snow, the unconscious young girl, blood stains on the eyebrows are still visible, praying for a blessing, I prayed how many people I prayed, and how many families I prayed for.
The man carried the young Red Clothes on the snow, and helped the woman and the little boy to lift young girl, and walked carefully towards the village.
In the house, the fire was beating and it was very warm, in stark contrast to the cold outside.
The man and the woman helped the unconscious two to lie down on the bed in the inner room, and immediately took hot water to warm them up.
"Please ask the doctor to come and see." The woman looked at the two young men on the bed, a little unbearable.
"Well, please"
The man hesitated and nodded.
"I go to please"
The little boy has heard, and trot out to run towards the village.
Not long afterward, an old man in a green shirt was breathless and was drawn by the little boy. After entering the room, he took a long breath.
"Dr. Li, please show these two children," the woman looked worried.
"Look at it"
The old man put down the medicine chest and stepped forward, pulsed the veins of the two one by one, and a strange color on the old face could not help but a strange pulse.
"What's the matter?" the man asked.
"This little Miss is okay, just a long time of exhaustion, overdrawn and recovered after a few days of rest, but the pulse of this young man"
Speaking of this, the old man shook his head gently and said, "This is not the pulse that ordinary people should have, or, this is not the pulse that a living person should have"
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Black Ink Star, before the message peak Dao Platform, the three form stand respectfully, Fifth Peak, Sixth Peak, Seventh Peak, arrive together, the master of the three peaks, waiting to be ordered.
"Old Five"
On Dao Platform, Black Ink Lord opens, indifferently says, "How long have you been getting started"
The "Three Hundred Years" Qi Huan respectfully said.
"It turns out that it has been so long"
Black Ink Lord's old eyes flashed with emotion, looking at various Peaks that has become empty mountain, and said, "I teach you Immortal Art, how do you practice?"
"The disciple aptitude is stupid and can never understand the true essence of Immortal Art." Qi Huan bowed his head and responded.
Black Ink Lord heard, brows slightly wrinkle, said, "You come here"
Qi Huan raised his head, stepped forward, and walked before Dao Platform.
Black Ink Lord raised his hand, the colorful brilliance shined, and an ancient Strength was continuously poured into the former body. The vast and terrible coercion made the whole Black Ink Mountain shake.
"Uh"
A painful mumbling sound sounds, Qi Huan has blood at the corner of his mouth drip drip trickles down, and it is difficult to bear the prestige of Immortal Art.
The shining colorful brilliance is becoming more and more prosperous, and the Qi Huan and Aura are becoming more and more powerful, breaking the Void Boundary limit and entering the Reality Boundary.
"Ah"
The blood of collapse and scatter diffuses between Heaven and Earth, and the cost of forcibly mentioning cultivation base also exceeds the tolerance level. Qi Huan is trembling and bathing in blood.
After half a quarter of an hour, Black Ink Lord closed, Aura converged, looked at the person in front of him, calmly said, "Go, do n’t let the teacher down"
"Yes"
Qi Huan still shivered, barely stood up, and turned and walked towards the peak of the message.
The sadness flashed in the eyes of Sixth Peak and Lord of Seventh Peak, and he lowered his head silently.
True Martial Star, a lonely city on the boundless wilderness, with very few people. It was completely destroyed by war hundreds of years ago, and it is no longer inhabited.
In the city, in a ruined Residence, Purple Clothes Marquis waited quietly. There was only one person in the city of Nuo Da.
Xiang Yuan did not return, Lu Luo went out to find medicine as usual, leaving Zi Chuan as a stronghold.
After waiting for a few days, no one came back. Purple Clothes Marquis gradually showed impatience on his face, and Aura was restless. His heart was full of irritability.
At this moment, the sky over the city, dark clouds rolling, thunder erupts, in the shocking pressure, a figure of Tsing Yi appeared, slowly falling.
Purple Clothes Marquis looked at the figure that appeared in the sky, and he looked shocked.
How did he find here?
"Zi Chuan, come back with me"
Qi Huan landed on the ground, and there was boundless oppression, and the whole city collapsed, mountains lower earth falls, and it fell ten feet.
"Unable to do"
Purple Clothes Marquis's expression sank, said.
"Then die"
The words fell, and Qi Huan stepped on his feet, turned his palms, and immediately bullied him.
Suddenly killing the game without warning, Purple Clothes Marquis concentrating, waving, purple sword edge appears, blocking the former Palm Strength.
With a loud bang, the tiger's mouth cracked open, blood spilled, Purple Clothes Marquis stepped back several steps, and blood overflowed from his arm.
"Impossible, how can you have such cultivation base" Purple Clothes Marquis's face sank, said.
"Again, go back with me" Qi Huan coldly says.
"Impossible"
Purple Clothes Marquis stepped forward, sword light Linghua, and then opened a chapter of life and death.
The palms and swords that merged together, Huaguang Dao Dao, each one is a prelude to death, with the same door, the eyes that looked at each other, seemingly ruthless, blood and tears fell in in the heart.
The desolate city, in two battles, is completely in ruins, dusty boulders flying, covering the sun.
There is no doubt that he was also him once, knowing that he is also involuntary. When Zi Chuan is in pain, the point on the sword is getting faster and faster, for life, only for life.
Qi Huan turned and shook sword edge, no emotion could be seen on his face, and he did not show mercy on his hand. Every move is the power of shaking heaven moving earth.
Beyond the fierce battle situation imagined, Purple Clothes Marquis is more shocked and shocked, and the power of the sword is raised to the limit, against the opponent who has completely transformed.
"Uh"
With a grunt, Palm Strength broke through the restraint of sword light, printed on the chest, Purple Clothes Marquis retreated a few steps, and his mouth was red.
Seeing the unfavorable situation, Purple Clothes Marquis pointed with his left hand, Ning Yuan, and sword rainbow came out around the sword, Immortal Technique appeared in the world, a sword was shocked, and came out of the sky.
"Immortal Art, Purple Rainbow Pierces The Sun"
The Immortal Technique is out, the sky is full of purple rainbows, the sword intent is flooded, and the sky is open.
When I saw Qi Huan, my eyes narrowed, and said, "Zi Chuan, the real Immortal Art should be like this"
"Seven Rainbows Bury The Sun"
In the voice, Qi Huan raised his hand. Suddenly, within a hundred miles, strength of Principle scrolled frantically, the void in front, a piece of illusory Divine Sun appears, instantly collapsed invisible, devouring the people in front of him.
Colorful, purple rainbows collide, the terrifying aftermath rushes out, the terrifying power, instantly annihilates the surrounding void, and explodes into a radius of a hundred miles.
In the aftermath, Purple Clothes Marquis flew out, blood spattered like rain, and it was extremely embarrassing.
"Magic Pro"
No more hesitation, Purple Clothes Marquis fixed pace, the whole body Black Qi rose into the sky, violent black waves, endless rise.
In Black Qi, Zi Chuan's face changed rapidly, Demon Mark(s) criss-crossed, pale eyes, pupils disappeared, and the dark unusual/exceptionally made people feel cold.
The next moment, Baizhang demon shadow appeared, and the magnificent Demon Qi was carried out thoroughly.
The demon soul is added, the body injury of Purple Clothes Marquis is depressed, the foot moves, and the figure disappears instantly.
sword edge falls, demon shadow falls behind at the same time, Demon Qi passes the sword, the void is directly collapse, and it becomes nothing.
A squint in the Qi Huan eyes, the colorful brilliance on the palms converge, and they suddenly block the coming move.
With the sound of the screaming sea, the two simultaneously withdrew, and their mouth was stained with blood red clothes.
"Immortal Art, Jinghong"
The aftermath is not exhausted, but seeing a rainbow of light passing by, breaking through the Space, it is almost in front of you.
Purple Clothes Marquis waved his sword to stop the move. Suddenly, Merit Body was stagnant and it was hard to mention True Yuan.
"How come"
Unexpectedly, the reaction was too late, and the rainbow light passed through, contaminated with blood red.
The dust was gone, and white robe illusory shadow disappeared silently, the figure collapsed, the blood dyed red Great Land, the unwilling and shocked eyes, to death, can't look away.
Not far away, Qi Huan looked at the figure lying in the pool of blood, the sorrow in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and he turned around, and the tears gleamed.
"I hope the afterlife, do n’t want goodbye/meet again"
The words fell and Qi Huan stepped away and disappeared under the sun.
The cold wind blew, the dust flew, and covered the dead souls of the battle, Zi Chuan, the seventh son of Black Ink Gate. A hundred years ago, the luck survived. One hundred years later, the death robbery still cannot be avoided.
The sadness of the same family, Black Ink Gate nine sons, who can be an exception.
The setting sun fell, the cold moon gradually rose, and in the distance, the green light gathered, and Lu Luo, who came back from the medicine search, looked at the distant city, and suddenly, his body trembled fiercely.
"Zi Chuan"
The figure flashed and hurried forward.
In the collapsed Residence, the purple clothes are stained with dust, but the unwilling eyes are still not closed. Looking at the sky, it seems to be accusing Heaven's unfairness.
"Zi Chuan, uh"
Extremely sad and painful. Seeing the incredible scene ahead, Lu Luo's eyes startled, and two steps forward, his body trembling.
The green clothes kneeling on the ground, always calm on the face, at this moment finally could not keep calm, tears slipped drop by drop, and fell into the dust.
Once treated severely, and scolded again and again, it was the interdependent Senior Sister's anger at Junior Brother that he hated iron and steel, but in this world, they are already each other's last loved ones, how could she really care about him.
The cold wind blew through, bleak, the mourning in the wind, bang, gui, mourn ...