Chapter 268: It’s hard for a human heart to survive for three hundred years
The blade of the sword vibrated in the box and buzzed. The old man's palm did not directly touch the eight-sided Han sword, but the field of the alchemical knife had been completely triggered.
The extremely sharp sword energy swept out, and along with the sword roar like a dragon's roar, the aura turned into substance, condensing into a roaring dragon that looked up to the sky and straightened up its broad membrane wings to bite the two guys who were still fighting.
past.
The blood-colored scales were torn apart easily, and the majestic Li Ji continued to retreat. A shadow flashed in his crystal-yellow pupils, seemingly a little afraid.
But the evil ghost covered in black scales grabbed the dragon's head regardless of the risk of his flesh and blood being peeled off, and crossed his arms across his strong Kong Wu's neck. The golden flames in his eyes were burning, and he was forced to grasp the dragon's head with lightning and flint.
The dragon's shadow was shattered.
"Back off!"
Li Chengqian pressed one hand on the sword box, and the blades of the seven swords began to tremble faintly in the box. Roars came one after another, and the alchemical fields of the seven swords were all unlocked.
The red scales spreading all over Li Ji's body began to fade away, and his irrational pupils like beasts regained some brightness. After transforming into a dragon, his burly body and ferocious bone spurs were shrinking back to their original appearance of more than two meters, except for the short cloth.
It has become more tattered than the old beggar's linen clothes, and the scar on his strong chest is deep and terrifying. Through the blood that continues to seep out, you can even see the numerous bones and the still beating heart inside.
A shadow flashed past, and Li Bi appeared behind Li Longyuan, who was transformed into a dragon, carrying a long sword. The sword was dark, faintly revealing a majestic evil spirit, and seemed to be able to absorb all reflected light.
His body was crouching like a tiger and leopard, with a knife on his chest vigilantly, and he stretched out his thumb to coldly collect the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The previous punch directly broke three ribs on his chest. Although for creatures with dragon blood, as long as they are not fatal injuries such as beheading and gouging out the heart, it is difficult to make them lose their combat effectiveness instantly.
But this means that the evil spirit transformed by Li Yongyuan can easily cut open his chest with sharp claws, break through the tough skin and scales, pass through the crisscrossing bones and blood, and pinch the heart that is beating brightly in the chest.
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This means that he is very close to facing death.
The beggar in ragged clothes and the old martial artist with blood in the furnace stood on both sides. One held a slender and dull sword, and the other assumed a Tai Chi stance.
By now, the iron-black scales have covered the young man's body like an ivy. The light revealed between the opening and closing of those golden pupils is cold and cold. Just a glance at it can make people feel chilly. No one dares to be sure.
Is the soul of the original person still hidden under the body of the ferocious evil ghost?
Therefore, the four clan ancestors did not dare to relax easily. Under such a cruel lock, they might lose their lives if they showed any flaws.
The ancestors of the four clans, whose bodies were full of energy and blood, surrounded the mighty evil ghosts in the center of the hall. They faced each other with sharp energy, and they waited intently. For a moment, the atmosphere was quiet and scary.
"Creak!"
Li Bi's hand holding the handle of the knife was slightly stained with sweat, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again. His posture remained as motionless as a sculpture. His slightly dim golden eyes were firmly locked on the black and tall figure in front of him, with an emperor-like dragon power.
Sweeping across the entire field, even the sword energy field formed by the force of swords is invincible.
I saw him gently turning his neck, making a sour sound of bone friction in the silence, as if the mecha made of steel was resuming its energy output. His cold golden eyes stared at the old man holding the sword box through the encirclement.
There was nothing familiar in his eyes.
"Everyone, step back."
Li Chengqian walked straight forward facing the scorching sun's pupils. The last section of the road that the new king must pass before ascending the throne will always be the figure of the old king standing in the sunset with his back to him.
On the battlefield filled with blood and fire, the young and powerful new king took his sword and chopped off the rotten heads of the king's army one after another, raised the Emperor's Sword high, and declared in the name of the revolutionary army to cleanse the world of evil and rebuild the world.
Then he waved his sword without hesitation in the complex eyes of the aging and broken old king, drove his horse straight over the liberated body lying in a pool of blood, slowly walked towards the high hall throne that symbolized the top of the ruling power, sat down, and held the pearl.
The jeweled scepter welcomes the celebrations of the subjects.
As time passed by, the boiling blood in the chest of the new king gradually cooled down. No matter how perfect and harsh the system was, it could not save the broken people's hearts. He sat uneasily on the throne and looked at the sunset over the distant mountains and rivers.
It wasn't until his decayed and withered body seemed to hear the surging congratulations of the past that the blood in the old king's heart boiled hot again. He staggered away from the throne and walked out of the palace, where he saw a young king coming on horseback surrounded by a mountain of common people.
The revolutionary army became today's king's army, and the blood stained the square red again.
They looked at each other without saying a word to each other. In the shadow of the palace wall, old heads rose into the sky.
The sun sets and the sun rises. Everything is always changing, but it seems that it never changes.
"Remember what I told you, how can the world last only three hundred years?"
The distance between the old man and the young "evil ghost" became closer and closer. He looked at the successor who was raised by himself, his cloudy pupils showing the look of memories.
There was no response, the "evil ghost" just stared at the flaws around him indifferently and then swung its sharp claws to scratch at the old man's chest.
"Because the human heart does not have three hundred years."
The sword box of the Seven Deadly Sins was still unopened. Even though the swords made an angry explosion inside the box, Li Chengqian, who had the door wide open, still did not move and just kept his eyes open.
The sharp claws stopped in mid-air, and the black scales on the "evil ghost"'s face retracted from the body surface, vaguely revealing the pale and handsome eyebrows. The pupils were still blazing, as bright as gold.
He looked directly into the old man's eyes, gently gave the answer, and then half-knelt down on the ground dejectedly.
The everlasting red sun above our heads actually began to shift, and the orange-red afterglow shone through the hole in the roof of the hall on the kneeling figure, giving it a more majestic and solemn feeling.
Li Bi, Li Tu and other ancestors of the four tribes were all injured and gathered around Li Chengqian. There was obvious awe in the eyes of the young man in front of him.
"Great things can happen."
The old man in a tattered Tang suit with bloody flesh on his shoulders looked around at the dilapidated and messy scene in the hall, and was the first to let out a sigh.
"Although it won't happen, it's not far off."
The old beggar held Cheng Ying with his backhand and sighed quietly.
Li Bi, who was thin and skinned like jade, did not speak. He just pressed his chest with one hand. With the crackling of bones, flesh and blood sprouted, and the injuries to the internal organs were locked at an extremely fast speed.
After leaving the battle, Li Ji, who had no orders from Li Chengqian, lowered his head and remained silent like a tall sculpture. The eight-sided Han sword symbolizing arrogance also roared calmly in the sword box.
"Mortals die after a hundred years of life, and dragons reincarnate for thousands of years. But how different are the things they do from what we want to do."
Li Chengqian stretched out his hand to caress the head of the boy who was half-kneeling in the palace room. His gaze at this moment was quite profound, filled with relief, pain, hope and reluctance.
The halo of light shines on the antique decorations in the main hall, and the scattered scenes seem to be rejuvenated.