All the female apprentices want to kill me Chapter 412: The most unbearable thing in the world is that a beautiful woman can say goodbye to a flower in the mirror or a tree.
Chapter 412: The most unbearable thing in the world is that a beautiful woman can say goodbye to a flower in the mirror or a tree.
Just before Su Bei took out his sword, Ji Nanjue finally took action. He appeared exactly in the path of Wanyan Zuoquan's fist, and in an instant, he blocked the middle of the fist.
The violent sound resounded throughout the world like a bell and a bell.
Although the fist was not smashed, it curved in a terrifying arc in the air. Wherever Ji Nanjue came into contact with the fist, countless streams of light exploded in all directions.
Ji Nanjue's hands were dripping with blood and trembling slightly.
"Ji Nanjue!!"
The moment she appeared, Ji Tongzhi's pupils suddenly widened and were filled with bloodshot eyes. He looked at that peerless and gorgeous woman and roared regardless of her image!
The strong wind swept away sand and icy snow particles, blowing on his face and causing pain.
However, at the next moment, Su Bei finally handed out the most powerful sword he could use.
Fourteen of Swords, open the sky!
The sword light of the Qingping Sword in his hand stretched for miles, across the sky, and then swept across with one sword.
boom--
The sky was filled with smoke and dust.
Wanyan Zuoquan was missing.
In a fight between monks, when the realm is low, life and death can still be determined, but the higher the realm, not only life and death, but also victory or defeat can be difficult to distinguish in a short time.
Even if the winner is determined, it is even more difficult to determine life and death. Unless the two of them are determined to fight to the death, none of these great monks have any means to save their lives. They will always be able to lose their cultivation or lifespan.
It's hard to actually kill someone after escaping.
Su Bei looked at the desolate cultivator that was spreading towards this place like a tide, and his expression became more and more solemn.
time to go.
You absolutely cannot stay here for too long.
Ji Tongzhi is the prince after all, and the blood in his body still flows with a piece of the national destiny of the East...
Ji Nanjue's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and then the message came:
"Husband, you go first, I will follow you later if it is convenient for me."
"If we wait until they all arrive, we will be in trouble..."
"..."
Su Bei nodded solemnly, then glanced at Shan Wique, who had been in a dazed state. Then he and the other girls disappeared into the sky and flew towards Zhenbeiguan.
...
A moment later, Ji Tongzhi, who was in a state of embarrassment, stumbled back to the camp, knelt down on the bed and remained silent.
Wanyan Zuoquan walked behind him silently. With Donghuang around, he was not sure to take action to keep Su Bei.
He silently adjusted his Qi and blood, and then slowly said:
"The matter has come to this. It's useless to talk more. It's time to think about how to end it in Beiye Mountain."
"Beiye Mountain is the pass of Yuzhou, and Yuzhou is the important land of money and food for the twenty-one states. If we give up this place easily, it will be difficult to save the overall situation."
"..."
Ji Tongzhi remained silent for a while, knowing that what Wanyan Zuoquan said was true.
After sighing again, he said in a deep voice:
"That's right, the overall situation is the most important thing."
"..."
...
Su Bei was sitting on the broken ground, surrounded by devastated ravines, with a sword box on his back.
Although his clothes were in tatters and he was a little exhausted physically and mentally, this fatigue was more of a mental exhaustion after successive battles. His body was still in good condition and was even more vibrant than before, as if it had been a long time.
When drought comes, rain comes, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.
Shan Wulan and Dan Wique were next to Su Bei and sat on the other side of him.
After feeling the intimidation of Wanyan Zuoquan, Shan Wukue let out a long sigh and said softly:
"There is a huge difference between the desolate cultivators and the cultivators in the Twenty-one Prefectures."
"..."
Shan Wulan nodded:
"Facing Huang Xiu, I always feel that the spiritual energy in my body seems to be extremely suppressed..."
"What kind of power is it?"
Su Bei thought for a while and answered in eight words:
"The divine power is as powerful as the sea, and it cannot be controlled."
Shan Wulan narrowed his eyes slightly, and then asked:
"If Wanyan Zuoquan hadn't arrived in time just now, would you have killed Ji Tongzhi?"
"..."
Su Bei shook his head and said softly:
"After all, the destiny of the Eastern Kingdom is related to the country. How can we kill him so casually?"
"Moreover, even if Ji Tongzhi dies, the battle in the East Kingdom will still have to be fought. Xihuang is just supporting one person again..."
"..."
At this moment, a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice came from behind Su Bei.
With a bit of tenderness, but also a bit of doubt, with a smile on his face, he said softly:
"This is not like you. When did you care about Dongguo so much?"
"You're always talking about a bunch of truths. I just fell asleep for a while, and now you look like an old man..."
"..."
The autumn leaves have fallen a little.
In this fragmented land, there are several old laurel trees. It is late autumn and the flowering period has passed.
The autumn wind is coming, and the flowers are falling like rain.
Su Bei felt his body stiffen, and then he sat there silently like a piece of wood.
A fragrant breeze came from behind him.
Shan Wulan glanced not far away. Although she felt unwilling to do so, the position next to him should be hers, but...this time she still gave in.
Then a tender hand slowly stretched out in front of Su Bei, accompanied by her giggle:
"Old man, do you still want to rest?"
"go?"
"..."
Su Bei grabbed the hand tremblingly and held it tightly.
It was almost dusk at this time, the sun was setting in the west, the sky was turning red, and there were some colorful auspicious clouds remaining in the sky.
Nan Ji's eyes were slightly dazed, looking at this familiar figure.
Su Bei suddenly laughed.
I have read all the pain of parting in the end of the world, but when I don’t come back, I feel like scattered flowers.
Time flies so fast, yes, I have become an ‘old man’.
Through her hand, he stood up slowly, looked at this familiar face, and said softly:
"Nan Jue..."
Ji Nanjue looked at him, her red lips moving slightly.
After a moment, a heartfelt smile spread across her face.
"Subei."
No intention, no invitation, as if the flowers are waiting for a spring breeze, as if the mountains and rivers are waiting for someone to return, as if the sleeping words are waiting for someone who can understand them.
Just like a flower that lasted the next year, it blooms as it did for the first time, just for the gentle recognition when we meet again.
Su Bei felt that his voice was a little hoarse. When he saw her again, he thought he would talk to her in a thousand words, but he realized it at the moment when they really met again.
It turns out that thousands of words are hidden in the heart.
I used to think that the most valuable thing in life is to meet, but later I realized that the most beautiful thing is to meet again after a long absence, and there is only one sentence left:
"You're welcome and safe..."
He said so.
The first time I met you, I didn’t regret it. At the bottom of the cliff, the flowers bloomed and my skirt moved. You sat silently beside the bonfire, saying nothing about seeing you again someday.
From then on, every time I saw the wild fire Luo Qun, I suspected that it was you.
Nanji replied gently:
"Yes, in the blink of an eye, several decades have passed."
"..."
Most of all, it is impossible to keep it in the world, and the beautiful face is like the flower in the mirror and the tree.