The moment Zheng Xiu's fist collided with Atulu's fist.
The sound made when the two fists collided was like a big drum appearing out of thin air in the Richan Valley.
Boom!!
With such a loud noise, in the valley, the fierce and fierce Lie Sun tribe all covered their ears in pain.
Blood flowed from the ears of the sun and the earth.
Zheng Xiu's shirt was blown to pieces by the sharp blast wind in an instant, revealing his strong and perfect body behind the [projection]. Phew~ The little Feng Meow, who had been sleeping in the macho man's arms, was blown up at the same time.
In the sky, its four claws were stretched out, whirling in the air like a broken paper kite, and it was blown away to an unknown place. The round eyes of the meow looked lonely and helpless. - It regretted it.
Click!
The unimaginable force instantly bent Arturu's arm. After a horrifying sound like a big drum, there was a crisp sound of fracture. Arturu's arm was suddenly broken into several pieces, and his body was white.
The bones pierced the flesh and exposed the arm!
Aturu opened his mouth and spit out blood, then flew backwards.
The effects of force are reciprocal. The same force acted on Zheng Xiu's arm. His arm lost consciousness in an instant and hung limply by his side.
Quickly taking a few steps back to release the remaining strength, Zheng Xiu looked down and saw fine, round blood droplets emerging from the pores of his arms, as if they were being squeezed out. After a while, his arms lost consciousness.
Only then did he feel a sharp pain, which made Zheng Xiu grin uncontrollably.
The huge two-meter-high body of Arturu flew upside down and crashed into the army, knocking his own army upside down. The brave war camels screamed in panic, and there were several unlucky soldiers.
, after catching Atulu with his body, the force of the counter-shock shattered their internal organs in an instant. With a few hisses, several bloody eyeballs flew out from the gaps in the armor, and some even sprayed out internal organs from their mouths.
Mo'er, for a time, Atulu's army was in chaos due to this incident, with many casualties and injuries, and it was difficult to maintain the original formation.
"Husband!"
Xie Luohe looked down at her hands, and the struggle in her eyes became even more intense. A rare look of anxiety appeared on her face. She put her bow behind her back, bit her fingers, and was about to step forward to help.
Zheng Xiu turned his back to Xie Luohe and stretched out his other hand to signal.
"let me."
Zheng Xiu said calmly, his entire right arm was hanging down and shaking.
The opposing army stopped charging because Zheng Xiu was alone.
Arturu quickly got up from the pile of corpses with a ferocious smile on his face.
His face was covered with dark lines, and the arm that fist bumped with Zheng Xiu was out of shape. As he stepped out step by step, the next moment, Atulu did something that shocked those who watched.
Aturu suddenly tore off the broken arm with force, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the shoulder. The strong smell of blood floated down the wind. On the Richan Valley, the two men were shocked by the monster-like strength of the two.
When the desert residents saw this scene, some children had never seen such a battle before. They were so frightened that they lay on the rocks, their faces turned pale, and they retched violently.
Aturu opened his mouth wide, and after vomiting blood, there was blood between his teeth. The teeth were white, the blood was red, and the bloody mouth of red and white made him look particularly oozing at this moment.
Biting off the fingers of the severed hand, Arturu easily tore off an arm from the corpse of an unlucky soldier on the ground in front of Zheng Xiu. The move was like tearing off a whole roasted lamb.
As easy as the next leg of lamb.
"What is he going to do?"
Aturu's behavior at this moment could no longer be described simply as "crazy". The coexistence of calmness and madness, as if he was walking through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, gave Zheng Xiu a bad premonition.
At this moment, Zheng Xiu could not treat Arturu as an ordinary foreign general. Arturu was a foreigner, and the foreigner was an upgraded version of a thaumaturge, even more unreasonable than a thaumaturge, to some extent.
He can ignore the rules and perform magic that goes beyond ethics.
He knew that he could not let Arturus do anything at this moment. Zheng Xiu took a deep breath and opened the sandbag containing "blood sand" at his waist, and the sand spilled out all over the sky.
"Fantastic stories in the world..."
The howling wind seemed particularly violent at the narrow mouth of the valley, but the "bloody sand" sprinkled into the sky seemed to be frozen in the sky...frozen in an instant.
"Drawing in the sand."
Ten years, even Xie Luohe didn't know. Zheng Xiu spent ten years in the world of painting, deeply cultivating painting skills, and how deep he had become as a painter. In fact, even Zheng Xiu was not sure.
He entered the door again and again, and opened the door one by one. Two years ago, Zheng Xiu opened the "third door" in a dream.
Just as the seventh door in the "Gateway" is a threshold for thaumatologists, once the seventh door is opened, it can bring about earth-shaking changes to the thaumaturge; when Zheng Xiu opened the third door, he saw a different "scenery" from usual.
"Made Zheng Xiu unforgettable.
After the third door, there is no longer a road.
It may be said that after opening the third door, there is no way in the "doorway".
It was an endless abyss.
Like an abyss, like a lake, like a sea, like a vast ocean.
Zheng Xiu didn't know what was under the "boundless darkness" that flashed by. He only knew that there was no road ahead.
But while there is no path, there is a closed door on the "other shore".
He can't get there via the "path".
In the next two years, Zheng Xiu could still feel that he was making progress and his painting skills continued to improve. However, he never had the opportunity to enter the doorway to take a look, let alone where he would go in the doorway without a path.
The blood-colored fine sand was mixed with Zheng Xiu's blood. Zheng Xiu's mind moved and he held it with his five fingers. The fine sand condensed into a small, delicate sword in the sky.
Countless small swords circled at the entrance of Richan Valley, like a sword array. Finally, the fine sand that escaped gathered between Zheng Xiu's fingers, turning into an illusory and clear "sand sword".
The sword only has an outline and no substance. However, when Zheng Xiu holds the sword, his whole body temperament changes. He opens and closes his eyes, as if he has become another strange person. His eyes are full of vicissitudes, and there is a kind of looking forward to the prosperity and prosperity of the world.
The peace of sorrow.
Behind Zheng Xiu, Xie Luohe, who was still anxious at first, suddenly became much quieter when she saw this scene. She quietly looked at Zheng Xiu, a single figure, guarding this place, with no one to open his eyes.
Full of love and tenderness.
"Return to the sword's will."
I have a sword,
cut!
Zheng Xiu took a step forward and swung his sword towards Atulu in the distance.
Time seemed to pause for a moment, and countless thin swords passed through Atulu's body in an instant.
The last gray sword light fell diagonally in front of Atulu.
laugh!
Aturu paused, his eyes widened, and the black texture on his body failed to fade away.
Tsk tsk tsk!
In an instant, behind Atulu, dozens of war camels were foaming at the mouth and running backwards crazily. Half of their bodies were cut off as they ran, and they were divided into two pieces. The head half seemed to be unaware that it had been cut off, but it still remained.
He was running, took a few steps and rolled into the ruins, blood spurting all over the ground.
"ah!!!"
Aturu screamed in agony, his chest and belly were cut open along with the bones, leaving only a thin layer of skin and flesh, and his broken intestines flowed all over the floor.
Hundreds of elite soldiers from the Western Regions suffered 90% casualties due to Zheng Xiu's move. The few dozen remaining soldiers were frightened out of their wits. They dragged Atulu's broken body onto a war camel and ran as fast as they could.
fled in the direction.
The town was full of corpses, broken corpses, colorful intestines, and red blood intertwined all over the place, forming a miserable scene that could be called a hell on earth. There was no sound except the wind in the valley, and the birdcage burst, turning into a rain of blood.
Xie Luohe watched the few elite soldiers flee, but instead of chasing them out, he immediately came to Zheng Xiu's side.
She saw that her husband was not as relaxed and carefree as he seemed on the surface. She had seen the birdcage move in her "memory". She was vaguely aware of her husband's poor condition and stepped forward to help him. Sure enough, after the "birdcage" collapsed,
, Zheng Xiu's strong body retracted like a deflated rubber ball, and became as thin as a scholar. He leaned softly in his wife's bulging arms, his face as pale as a piece of white paper.
"The fight between strangers is really dangerous."
Zheng Xiu smiled faintly at his wife and said something casually. However, Xie Luohe's expression changed and he picked up Zheng Xiu's sword-wielding hand.
The next moment, Xieluohe's long hair was flying. In her extreme anger, the word "Ding Wei" appeared in her right eye inadvertently. The howling wind in the valley stopped for no reason. The world was terrifyingly quiet. A huge shadow appeared in Xieluohe.
Behind him, a faint shadow emerged silently, as high as a mountain, covering the sky and the sun. From a distance, it looked like a demon god stepping out of the netherworld.
"Don't be afraid, I'm fine."
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and comforted him, standing up straight.
Hearing this, Xie Luohe was stunned for a moment and nodded.
The boundless killing intent that surged like the sea left without a trace as when it came. The wind blew again, blowing up Xie Luohe's long hair, covering the side of her face.
"Your hands."
Xie Luohe held Zheng Xiu's sword-wielding hand distressedly.
It was densely covered with blood holes of different sizes, and the blood was flowing gurglingly, as if it had been pierced by thousands of steel needles. She pulled off her sleeves and hurriedly helped her husband bandage them, wrapping them up in a hurry.
She shed tears silently.
"It's all my fault."
Xie Luohe cried.
At this moment, she is no longer as domineering and free as before.
"I blame myself."
Zheng Xiu glanced at Xie Luohe strangely. The soft arrow just now made Zheng Xiu puzzled. For a moment just now, Xie Luohe's expression and behavior seemed to be... Feng Bei.
When he was hesitating whether to ask, he lowered his head and saw that his hand was quickly wrapped into a rice dumpling by Xie Luohe. None of the five fingers were exposed. The shape of the bandaged wound made Zheng Xiu's doubts disappear, and he raised it in confusion.
"Zongzi": "Madam, are you taking the opportunity to take revenge?"
Xie Luohe's eyes flashed, he looked away, his mouth slightly pursed: "Who told you to mess around?"
Back in front of Duke Nie's treasury, Xie Luohe went crazy for some unknown reason and slapped the rocks with both palms crazily. At that time, Zheng Xiu was afraid that Xie Luohe would go crazy and deliberately wrapped her hands like rice dumplings. Now Xie Luohe repeated his old tricks and Zheng Xiu glanced at her.
Then he saw through the madam's little thoughts.
The moon sets in the west and the sun rises in the east.
The desert residents who had survived the desperate situation knelt on the ground one after another and worshiped in the direction of the rising scorching sun - the scorching sun was their belief, and the beam of light that dispersed the night seemed to be calling them, and they spent the unbearable night.
, welcome the dawn.
However, Zheng Xiu's behavior last night was not like ordinary people. Everyone, including the clan leader Ri Di, looked at Xie Luohe and his wife, with fear hidden in their fear, and the kindness of the past was gone.
Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe didn't say much, stepped over the corpses all over the street, and walked toward the town, supporting each other.
"Why are your hands so injured?"
Halfway through, Xie Luohe asked.
After being a couple for ten years, Zheng Xiu had almost no secrets in front of Xie Luohe. Zheng Xiu did not hide this and said with a smile: "I tried to combine different methods and create a new 'thaumaturgy' a few years ago.
.”
"The sword?"
"Yes. 'Heaven and Earth come together in one sword', which is a unique skill that can only be performed by human souls when they are on the verge of life and death, when their souls leave the body. But I forced it to be simulated using the 'painter' method, which is equivalent to superfluous and harmful.
People also hurt themselves." Zheng Xiu raised his hand and looked at the tightly wrapped hands, and a faint sweetness came to his heart: "'Guiyi Sword Intention' became a double-edged sword in my hand.
It means that I didn’t understand the true meaning. Even so, the sword just now was far less than one ten thousandth of the true Guiyi sword intention, which is a pity.”
This is why Zheng Xiu calls it "The Sword Intention of Returning to One" instead of "The Sword Intent of Returning to One", which is quite a bit different.
But even so, that specious sword directly seriously injured Atulu, who had transformed into a stranger. Now he does not know whether he is alive or dead.
“I don’t know whether I’m alive or dead, but I’m not dead yet.”
Zheng Xiu had already prepared for the worst and told Xie Luohe: "The aliens are not ordinary people, and they will never die easily."
Xie Luohe nodded and remained silent.
She understands this very well.
Strangers are all monsters, without exception.
There were heavy casualties in the town, but most of the dead were outsiders. Sun and Earth did not feel too deeply sad about this. He ordered his people to count the corpses in the town and be wary of the return of the Western Region army.
After a while, Ri Di stewed a pot of pig and mutton in a large pot. As for the war camel carcasses on the ground, they did not use them to eat, but buried them one by one. For the Lie Sun tribe, camels were the same creatures as pigs.
Sheep are different and have the same funeral treatment as living people.
Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu were sitting in front of their home. At this time, a shy young man brought a small pot of pork and mutton stew. It was the Riding who had crossed the desert.
His two feet were still wrapped with gauze, but he was walking without any ambiguity. It was obvious that the changes in his feet did not affect his movements.
"Master, Master, thank you very much!"
Ri Ding put down Luandou, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
"Master's Wife," Ri Ding looked at Zheng Xiu with bright eyes. In his heart, "Master's Wife" and "Master" finally had equal status - Zheng Xiu proved with practical actions yesterday that he is not nothing but handsome.
He is as good at fighting as Xie Luohe, and his combat power is off the charts.
Ri Ding did not hide it and took the initiative to express his intention: "I want to learn." He pointed to his feet.
Xie Luohe spooned a bowl of stewed meat into a bowl of soft meat, exhaled in a small mouth to cool it, and then fed it gently into Zheng Xiu's mouth.
Unless there are outsiders, you have to use your mouth.
Zheng Xiu thought to himself, took a bite, and asked Ri Ding: "Why?"
Ri Ding thought of his wife and children, and looked embarrassed: "I want to protect the snails."
"This is what a good man should be like. Okay, I will teach you when I have time in the future." Now that I have become a husband, I know that Ri Ding's simple words are very important, so I readily agreed.
I dare not say anything else, but at least he has deep research on the thaumaturgy of wool harvesting.
In fact, Zheng Xiu suspected that the reason why he was promoted so quickly as a painter was because he had repeatedly picked off a lot of Xieluohe's hair in the past ten years, and they had become an old married couple, day and night, how could he be unhappy?
After agreeing, Ri Ding left with satisfaction.
After a night of fierce fighting, Zheng Xiu was indeed hungry. He ate well under Xie Luohe's service.
Zheng Xiu looked at the town in ruins and struggled to get up to visit the store where he had stayed for ten years.
The two walked towards the shop. Fortunately for Zheng Xiu, the damage to the shop was not serious and it could be reopened at another date with some minor repairs.
"It seems like you really should have killed Atulu that day."
The plaque on the ground cracked in half, and Zheng Xiu turned over the broken plaque with emotion.
When he saw the words on the plaque clearly, he was shocked and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"Dragon...Longmen Inn?"
Zheng Xiu said in shock.
"What's wrong, husband?"
Xie Luohe asked quickly.
Zheng Xiu's pupils suddenly shrank, his injured hand patted the broken plaque frantically, and asked loudly: "How can it be the Dragon Gate Inn? What the hell! How can it be the Dragon Gate Inn!"
When Xie Luohe saw it, he quickly hugged Zheng Xiu tightly from behind.
"Husband, calm down! What's wrong with you!"
This scene seems to be the scene back then when the two embraced each other in front of Duke Nie's treasury. It's just that the person who went crazy and the person who stopped them were reversed.
Zheng Xiu couldn't believe his eyes, and even reached out to pick out the words: "Why is it Longmen Inn? Where is my Mohexuan?"
Hearing this, Xie Luohe was stunned at first, then suddenly smiled: "Mohexuan? What a good name."
Zheng Xiu looked back at Xie Luohe as if he had seen a ghost, terrified.
Xie Luohe said: "But it turns out, isn't it the Longmen Inn?"
When Zheng Xiu heard this, he felt an inexplicable sharp pain in his head, as if it was split.
He clutched his head tightly and crouched down, hearing Xie Luohe's worried calls getting farther and farther away.
Zheng Xiu's eyes went dark, and he could no longer hear any sound.