My consciousness gradually regained consciousness, and the unbearable pain receded.
Zong Shou tried his best to open his eyes. His body and limbs were recovering feeling, but he was still unable to move.
In his abdomen, a trace of coolness seeped into his body. It must be the power of this medicinal pill that made him wake up and suppressed the surge of Qi in his body.
Looking around again, he was still inside the carriage. However, the Fanyun Car below had stopped, and black patterns appeared on the walls of the carriage.
In the middle of the carriage, there is a purple jade ball. It is about the size of a fist, hovering in the air, rotating slowly, and filled with spiritual light.
"Is this an urn formation? A spiritual weapon?"
Zong Shou was stunned for a moment before he remembered that Chu Xue was a practitioner of both spiritual and martial arts. He had enough telepathy to activate this wind wall formation.
Presumably, this carriage and the extraordinary-looking jade ball in the air are the means reserved by Chuxue a few days ago for his father who will shake up the cloud world in the future.
In this car, with the protection of this formation, even if the innate warrior comes in person, his life can be saved for a moment.
Crazy blood demon saint, nine-tailed fox king. At the beginning of the explosion of spiritual energy, east of Yunlu, there were only a few powerful men in the demon clan. They once shone like the scorching sun, and then fell like meteors. They attracted countless people in the future.
Sigh and sigh for it.
I don’t know why, but that name, which should only be sighing, feels extremely close when I think of it now.
Zong Shou didn't know whether it was because the situation when he was unconscious just now was very similar to the situation before the real Zong Shou's "disappearance", which resonated with the remaining soul, or it was due to other reasons. In short, this man's thirteen years of memory have all been lost.
It's all stored in his mind.
The proud man of heaven fell into the clouds again. All the people close to him were alienated one after another. He worked hard to cultivate, but achieved nothing. He went away to a foreign country and changed his way to a spiritual master, but three years later, he was still regarded as a useless person and was replaced.
Many people laughed at and despised him.
In the near future, he will also become a puppet in the hands of others, be tortured, and die miserably on Mount Qiantian.
The head on the neck will also be hung on the top of the mountain by the next demon king of Qiantian Mountain for three months!
His consciousness was still groggy. At this moment, his chest and abdomen were filled with unwillingness, grief and anger——
No matter what kind of pain, he can endure it. No matter how hard the training is, he can persist! But why can't he open up the chakras?
Could it be that I am really a useless person? In this life, I can only hide under the wings of my father and be protected by him?
Not willingly!
Various thoughts filled his mind. Zong Shou shook his head violently and forced himself to sit up. When the scenery outside the window came into view again, his muscles immediately tightened. His ears, which were temporarily deaf, were also here.
In an instant, the surrounding sounds were reconnected.
With a silent smile, Zong Shou moved his body a little to warm up his limbs. Then he suddenly stood up with his sword in hand and stood in front of the jade ball.
This formation isolates the inside and outside of the carriage. No one else can get in, and he can't get out either.
Fortunately, in his previous life, he had done some research on the spiritual master's method. He was even better at the Rune Lu method.
Condensing Qi at the fingertips, making a point outside the spiritual light, completely cut off the flowing spiritual energy.
The jade ball in front of him immediately turned wildly and floated around. The purple lines on the walls of the carriage also suddenly faded.
Zong Shou ignored it and took the pine-patterned wind sword in his hand. He walked out of the carriage door with a single arrow. He landed firmly outside the carriage and looked ahead through a layer of wind wall that was still spinning.
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The green wasteland has now been stained with blood. Five or six corpses are lying on it.
The setting sun was like blood, and vultures were circling in the sky, howling wildly.
Most of the corpses were beside the carriages, with their throat bones torn to pieces and clawed open.
Seven hundred steps away, the sand roared and grass clippings flew. There was also a figure lying nearby, with a thin body and hands like bird claws, but his body shape was different. It was not the Uwe he had seen before. Lying face down on the The ground is completely lifeless.
And nearby, the light of the sword was like a waterfall, and the shadow of the knife was like the tide. Covered by dust and sand, it was almost impossible to see the figure inside.
With all his eyesight, he could only see that Yin Yang's chest had been penetrated. Half of the broken blade was still stuck in the wound, struggling to hold on under the fierce sword light.
What a fierce sword!
His eyes narrowed slightly, Zong Shou then looked at the scarred cat-eared girl not far away.
The snow-like plain skirt on her body has turned into a blood-stained garment. The snow-like skin exposed is covered with eversion scars from stab wounds.
"Xue'er——"
The memories of those thirteen years came to mind again, childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts.
Everyone regards him as a waste, a bastard, and a disgrace to the Tianshan Mountains. Only Xueer will never leave him.
Even though he knew that this was the memory of the deceased person, he and the cat-eared girl had only been together for less than half a month. But the corners of Zong Shou's lips still couldn't help but tilt up.
She is carefree and usually a little confused, but whenever she sees this girl, she just feels warm.
But as soon as this smile appeared, it turned into a cold and cruel expression.
It was no longer a battle, but an abuse. Holding up this seriously injured body, six people fought alone. The steps were messy and shaky, and the sword and claws in both hands were full of flaws even in self-defense.
The rest of the people mostly stood by and watched with sarcastic eyes. Only Zong Yu, like a cat playing with a mouse, wandered half a foot around Su Chuxue. Then from time to time, he would draw a sword on Chuxue, or stab him out. A bloody flower. There is a smile on the lips, as if she is extremely happy.
But the cat-eared girl seemed unaware of her situation. Even though it was extremely difficult to stand, she still chased Zong Yu in vain.
It wasn't until the strong wind beside the carriage dissipated and the wind blades disappeared that he froze, his eyes filled with despair.
Zong Yu was also startled, and suddenly took a few steps back, far away, and looked towards Zong Shou. His doubts flashed away, and he smiled again.
"It turns out to be Shoudi. It seems that Xue'er's chanting method is not practiced well enough. Haha! I had a headache just now, how to open this wind wall formation. I won't kill you today, how about I come back to Qiantian Mountain with me? ?With Brother Yu protecting you, no one will dare to take away your throne. But this Xueer is good and full of fierceness. You want to give it to me——"
Zong Shou was too lazy to pay attention. He looked at Su Chuxue up and down with an extremely focused expression, as if he wanted to imprint the scars and sword wounds on her body deeply in his heart.
While wisps of true energy swam out from the chakras and poured into the Pine Pattern Maple Sword, he was thinking about it in a divergent way. He didn't know how the feeling of killing people and cutting corpses to pieces in reality was different from being in a completely virtual illusion. What's the difference?
In the previous game, there was a guy who was known as the Corpse Crusher. After killing people, he always liked to torture corpses, which was unbearable to witness and was notorious.
At that time, Zong Shou didn't understand and felt a little baffled. But today, unknowingly, he had the same violent thoughts in his chest.
Ten thousand years later, the Sword Emperor Tan Qiu, in his first battle of this era, unexpectedly turned out to be these scum!
Zong Yu didn't see Zong Shou answer for a long time, thinking that he was stunned, so he couldn't help but snorted again: "I thought you had made some progress over the years, but you still can't get on the stage!"
Just as he was about to signal to the side and order someone to capture him, he saw Zong Shou and suddenly asked: "Xue'er, do those injuries hurt?"
Chu Xue was already unconscious. After hearing this, although she was confused for a while, she still shook her head immediately and said: "It doesn't hurt, but Xue'er regrets a little and didn't take good care of the young master! It's all Xue'er's fault——"
Zong Shou felt a slight pain in his heart when he heard this, but there was a smile on his face: "If it doesn't hurt, then watch carefully while your young master takes it out on you! How about I take off the heads of these guys and use them as balls for you to kick?"
At this time, not only Chuxue was surprised, the ball? Is it a hydrangea? Is it used for kicking? Even a few people around were shocked. Zong Yu was angry and laughed, and sarcastically said: "Taking out your anger? You are on your own
He's just useless trash, who are you venting his anger on? Brother Shou, are you crazy or stupid?"
He waved his hand nonchalantly, and the three blue-clothed swordsmen beside him jumped out, their bodies galloping like arrows, and stabbed away quickly.
Zong Shou raised his brows lightly, then took a deep breath that took a long time, and then adjusted his body to the best condition. The Songwen Wind Sword was pointed forward diagonally in front of him, and he clenched his hands tightly. The hidden power in his body exploded. His right foot
He stepped on the ground suddenly and ran forward half a foot!
In future games, he has also killed many people. But in reality, whether it was fighting or killing, this was the first time.
But it was surprisingly adaptable, and there was no sense of unfamiliarity. It was like a flame burning in his chest.
In just a few steps, one could clearly see the faces of the people on the opposite side. They were dressed in blue and had strong bodies, rushing towards them. The eyes of the three of them were the green pupils unique to the low-level wolf tribe.
At this moment, he was full of cruelty, but there was no fighting spirit at all. In the minds of these people, they had never regarded him as an opponent. They only regarded him as a clown who did not know whether to live or die, with a cruel look and a cruel heart.
With a self-deprecating smile, Zong Shou's magical acupuncture point called Lingchi exploded on his right chest, causing the true energy inside to explode and guide it to his feet.
"Windwalker!"
Walking at strange steps, Zong Shou's figure flickered, and an afterimage suddenly appeared. Without any warning, he accelerated nearly twice as fast! He appeared in front of the first person, almost face to face, looking into his eyes.
A look of shock and horror emerged.
"Charge the sword!"
Without any hesitation, the sword light pierced forward like lightning.
A line of blood immediately carried countless fragments of bones and flesh and blood, and spread wildly from the hole in the throat and neck!