Zhao Ge: 155. Wangcheng collapsed
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For a long time, Asa has been old and rickety in the eyes of the Buyik people. He has infinite knowledge, and at the same time, he is also old and weak.
But at this moment, as he raised his long sword high and chopped, Asa, who was like a rainbow, had completely changed his appearance.
He roared and roared like an angry lion.
The blue veins on the back of the hand holding the knife raged like a horned dragon, and the fierce flames reflected in his pupils, burning into a decisive and violent bet on everything. The wrinkles on his face were solidified into the lines of the bronze statue, and pure power was poured into the lines. At this moment, the old man who leaped up with a knife turned into a man of indomitable progress.
In a man’s world, life and death, consequences, success or failure are not asked.
There is only one thing done:
That is, even if you bear the burden of Tarzan, you have to pull out the knife and cut it down without hesitation!
The air trembled, and when the long knife slashed, it was as if the pure black sky was torn apart by violent lightning from beginning to end, and the flames burning in the temple were in the light of the knife for a moment.
Meteor-like sword light penetrates the indestructible sacred sycamore tree like a rainbow.
The loud noise of the collision of the meteorites swelled up in the space of the temple like an explosion. The eardrums of people were shocked as if they were about to burst, and the sharp shattering sound exploded like thunder.
A magma-like red flame spurted out from the trunk of the iron tree, and the air suddenly became horribly hot.
Asa roared, the muscles on his face twisted, the hand holding the long knife cracked, and the blood rolled down the handle. There was a misty mist of gas around him, and the magma-like red fire around him seemed to be cut open by something so sharp and terrifying.
Compared with the towering iron tree, Asa is like a tiny mayfly.
But now, the insignificant mayfly will shake the towering tree.
In the roar, Asa’s full qi was poured from both hands to the long knife inserted into the crack of the tree trunk. A series of sounds that were almost the breaking of the sky sounded, and Asa held the long knife from the top of the tree trunk.
A long top-down scar appeared on the sacred sycamore tree, like a human artery being cut open, and a thick red fire sprayed out from it.
Blood.
When the sacred tree was split by a long knife, the black king city trembled all together, cracks appeared in the thick black stone streets, and magma-like flames spewed out from the expanding cracks. The sycamore sacred tree is the heart of Namu King City, and now this heart is being cut open.
One by one cracks traversed the majestic Wangcheng, and large chunks of rock broke and fell from the Tianzhu. Suspended in mid-air for the eight pillars, the royal city that is not inhabited by humans is falling apart.
Those huge bronze and iron-clad knights ran across the shattering streets of the royal city like a torrent, rushing to the temple that was engulfed in red flames and collapsed.
When the cavalry ran, the rocks were trembling, and the armors in the tens of thousands of tons collided with muffled thunder. They passed through the flames like a torrent, forming a terrifying army and rushing towards the temple.
Chen Geguang stood in the raging fire, looking almost blankly at the rushing army.
——While he was walking alone in the dark temple, suddenly the temple trembled and thousands of tons of rocks fell down. Chen Geguang dodged in embarrassment, and when he was about to be killed by a huge boulder, two people rescued him.
One of the guards is dressed up, holding a knife in his hand, and the other has a pale face like a seriously ill person, holding a longbow burning with golden flames.
There are other people in such a ghost place? Chen Geguang had such a thought in his mind, but he had no chance to ask a word.
No explanation, no words.
At that time, there were shrines constantly collapsing on the left and right. The huge boulders weighed 10,000 tons, and the ground was broken like spider webs underneath, and magma-like flames spewed out from the cracks.
A doomsday scene of destruction.
All this is beyond the scope that Chen Geguang can understand!
A mortal can only shiver and tremble in front of a god-like scene.
But the two people who saved Chen Geguang’s life were in this horrible scene, leading him fast forward without changing his face. The pale and beautiful bow-holding youth blocked them with a long bow. In front of them, all the flames along the way automatically separated from them.
Rumble, the sound of horseshoes resembling a mine, at the end of the wide street that connected the temple gate, the terrifying cavalry that Chen Geguang had seen appeared, rushing through the long streets of the city like a torrent.
That is an unstoppable terrorist cavalry.
However, these two people around me who still don't hesitate to move forward in this doomsday-like destruction scene, they can't avoid it.
Chen Geguang saw that the man with the knife took out a bronze token.
The knife-bearer cut open his wrist, and the blood dripped onto the bronze token, so a horrible whirlwind suddenly swirled around them.
The terrifying majesty erupted from the bronze token in the hands of the knife holder, and the air vibrated like an emperor roaring in anger. Chen Geguang couldn't hold it anymore. The knife in his hand plunged into the rock, and he fell directly to his knees with a thump, shocked by the terrifying pressure.
The man with the knife is Ye Qiusheng.
He held the bronze token that Mr. Yan used to request him to save Chen Geguang, and cold sweat rolled off his forehead. There are ancient runes on the token, and the runes are lit up bit by bit.
As the pressure is getting heavier and heavier, a terrifying torrent of cavalry has rushed in front of the three.
Chen Geguang felt the stern cold wind wrapped in the cavalry, and his pupils had already reflected the volley stepping on the bronze horseshoes.
——This cavalry went toward the depths of the temple.
When the three were about to be trampled by giant cavalry torrents, and the iron cavalry was about to drive straight in, the rune on the bronze token in Ye Qiusheng's hand was finally completely activated.
Chen Geguang only heard a loud noise like a collapse in the air, and the next moment a bright light exploded in front of the three of them.
So bright light, bright enough to illuminate the entire space.
Nothing is left in front of me, a vast expanse of whiteness.
The eyes are burning with pain, and physiological tears are rolling down. There was only a piece of white snow left in the world, and Chen Geguang couldn't see anything. The sound of something cracking inch by inch came from his ear.
The sound of horseshoes no longer came, and a lot of powdery things fell in the air, and my ears buzzed.
Chen Geguang shuddered and crawled on the ground. In the horrible burst of power just now, even if Ye Qiusheng and the others started the enchantment, he was still shaken so that his internal organs seemed to be dislocated, and blood spurted from his mouth.
——What is the origin of these two people?
Are they crazy?
Chen Geguang is not dead, but he is already blind.
After the snow-white world has been maintained for a long time, only pitch black remains before his eyes.
In the white light that was just as bright as snow, that torrent of cavalry froze in mid-air, and then from the beginning, it turned into powder little by little, and fell rustling in the wind. Come down.
The bronze token Ye Qiusheng held in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
He vomited a mouthful of blood "wow", and his whole body instantly wilted.
Now it's all right, his face is the same as Bailishu, so pale with no trace of blood.
The white light slowly dissipated, and the flames in the black king city were still burning, but the cavalry who was about to rush into the temple to prevent Asa from destroying the sacred tree of parasols was gone.
"Fuck."
Ye Qiusheng supported his body with a knife, cursed softly, gritted his teeth and staggered to stand up.
Bai Lishu's face was originally pale, but now it became more and more frightening. He held the golden longbow in his hand. It was he who had just used the longbow to protect the three of them.
Ye Qiusheng could barely pick up the bronze token with his hands with no strength, but failed to stand up after trying twice.
Bai Lishu stretched out his hand and pulled him.
Before the three of them stood still, the continuous vibration of the whole seat suddenly became stronger. Bailishu coughed, and pulled Ye Qiusheng and Chen Geguang out for several feet.
As soon as they rushed out of the temple gate, they heard a loud bang behind them.
The tall, majestic, ancient gate of the temple circling by the ancient python collapsed suddenly behind the three of them, and the ground trembled, and the rumbling sound flew like a raven of fire and black flames, and fell like sparks and rain.
Bai Lishu didn't care about the scene behind it.
He raised his head and looked in the direction of the main hall of the temple.
The flames sprayed out from the hundreds of feet high building in the main hall, and rolled high to the dark sky. The suspended throne in the sky melted in the field of vision, turning into crimson magma dripping from the dark sky. under. The space around the throne began to twist—no, not just the space around the throne.
Cracks began to appear on the eight huge stone pillars supporting the Black King City, and the rocks began to fall off one by one, smashing into the increasingly raging black water.
The Wangcheng, which was already covered with cobweb-like cracks, was shattered street by street, rolling down from the stone pillars, rolling down to the black water that did not know where it came from or where it rushed. Those chains that Ye Qiusheng had stepped on before, the isolated islands suspended in the air to form a spiral ladder broke.
One island after another, the island fell from the sky.
The sacred sycamore tree that supports this space is dying.
Today after the Wanxian Era, the entire space has finally been completely destroyed.
Bai Lishu stood up straight.
He drew a long arrow.
It is a long arrow that is hammered from the backbone of a horned dragon into an arrow body, an arrow made of the skull of a golden black, and a long arrow made of blue bird feathers. The moment the arrow was taken out, the surrounding flames suddenly rose, and the air seemed to hear the cry of ancient golden crows.
Bai Li Shu took arrows, Zhang Xian.
He slowly raised his hand and aimed it at the throne that was floating.
The white robe was blown up by the fierce wind, he let go and shot a fatal arrow.