The murderous intention rolled around and overwhelmed Sang Jie in an instant. In fact, everyone did not want to die. Even those who put life and death aside would not go to a dead end unless they had to. The same was true for Sang Jie. However, he faced
The opponent is a person who doesn't care about life or death at all. He doesn't care at all.
How painful is it to lose Jialuorong? Xiaozhu can no longer describe it. That kind of loss is far more unbearable than any pain in the world. The only thing he consciously did was to wave the weapon in his hand crazily until the culprit was killed.
Completely chopped into pieces.
While Bosiba was entangled with Lao Zhao, he twitched his eyes and stared at Mustache. He no longer tried to stop him. He knew what state Mustache was in at this moment. He was a tiger that had gone crazy.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
This was the only thought left in Mustache's heart. Under the violent storm attack, Sang Jie was forced to retreat little by little. The screams around him came one after another. No one knew what the light between the stone altar and the cauldron meant. These
The pale light swallowed up many people, leaving others helpless and fearful but unable to resist. The scene was extremely chaotic, and at this time, the stone altar that had begun to collapse before completely collapsed due to some changes.
Boom...
The muffled sound of cracking stones echoed around, and the large stone altar blocked some of the sight. When it completely collapsed, the view was completely clear. Behind the stone altar, there was an airtight stone wall, which was like a wall.
The wall blocks all the ways out. However, if you look closely, you will find that there is a deep crack on the stone wall, just like the traces left on the wall after an earthquake, and the crack is like a very narrow crack.
road.
A piece of light, as smooth as jade, miraculously emanated from the middle of the crack. No one could tell exactly what was shining, but this light enveloped a large area. The soft light seemed not to be dangerous at all.
Some people noticed these lights, and their hearts began to beat wildly. This light was obviously different from the light in the cauldron. It must be emanating from an object. At this time and in this place, something would be shining.
? Two words suddenly popped up in these people’s minds.
The core thing of the major event of the end of the world prophecy: the holy artifact.
Except for Sang Jie who was forced by the mustache to retreat step by step and couldn't get away, everyone else couldn't help it. They temporarily put aside everything and the killing. The soft and shiny light seemed to have an indescribable magic power.
, attracting everyone, they will not worry about any danger.
The sound of weapons clashing fiercely with each other is still heard. Mustache's offensive is like the thunder before a rainstorm, getting stronger and faster. Sang Jie is also a master, even if he is a little weaker than Mustache, there is a limit. However, in this situation
Under the circumstances, he simply didn't have the strength to fight back.
Uh-huh...
The blade on the alloy tube caused Sang Jie to fall for the first time. Although the sword was not fatal, Sang Jie could no longer completely avoid the attack. He avoided most of the sword rays, and a wound appeared on his forehead, and blood instantly flowed all over his face.
"I'm not afraid of death!" Sang Jie's face was a little distorted, and the blood and slight sneer made him look ferocious.
"Then you go die!"
"It won't be me who dies, it's you." Sang Jie's eyes blurred by blood suddenly lit up, as if he sensed something. He stepped back and glanced behind him, as if he was about to die.
Suddenly I saw hope of living: "Someone will kill you!"
Sang Jie's tone was full of confidence, which made Mustache feel the danger from the rear during the frenzied killing. At the same time, Bosiba's eyes suddenly shrank, and he seemed hesitant, but the hesitation only lasted for two seconds.
Immediately, he suddenly broke away from Lao Zhao's obstruction and rushed past the scene where Mustache and Sang Jie were fighting.
A shadow seemed to suddenly appear from a certain corner in the dark space. The shadow seemed to be floating, and it was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish. Bosiba was affected by this shadow, and at the same time he also sensed the threat of the shadow. The scene was very special.
There was chaos, but the shadow didn't make any stop. He rushed forward quickly, crossing the collapsed stone altar and approaching the gap in the stone wall.
The expression on Sang Jie's face seemed to freeze for a moment. He may not have thought that this shadow didn't care about his life or death.
"Black robe, not dead!" Bosiba left a sentence in a hurry when he passed by the mustache. As the leader of pilgrims, it is impossible for him not to pay attention to the trends in the world at all times. The funeral held in the Gaza Temple,
Bosiba knew, but he was still not sure. However, the shadow that appeared at this moment, and the unique aura of the shadow that made him feel dangerous and familiar, instantly overturned his suspicions and hesitations. The black robe was not dead.
After the stone altar collapsed, every important person present had a vague premonition in their hearts that the big event was about to end. Before the end, the sacred artifact would inevitably surface. Nothing is more important than the sacred artifact, Bosiba.
Regardless of everything, he wanted to block the black robe.
What is a holy weapon? Mustache has no idea. When a person's heart is completely shattered by pain, he can't think too much. There is still the shadow of Jialuorong in his mind, and there is still the shadow in front of his eyes.
Sang Jie's ferocious face and Mustache's eyes were frozen. He ignored Bosiba's words and attacked Sang Jie like he was desperate.
What is the saddest and most terrifying thing in the world? It is definitely not a desperate situation, but the mood at that moment when hope is shattered after seeing hope. This is what Sang Jie is undoubtedly facing, and his position is once again in disarray.
, in just a few minutes, Mustache forced him to a place far away.
It is said that when people face absolute death, they may despair, or they may activate all their potentials. Sang Jie does not want to die yet. As a member of the human world, his mission has not been truly completed. He gritted his teeth and began to make the final move.
The counterattack of such a person is quite terrifying.
clang……
I don’t know how many times the long knife and the alloy tube collided. Both of them suffered a strong reaction force, and the weapons in their hands flew away. But Mustache did not delay for a second. The moment the alloy tube was released, he quickly
He rushed forward. He still had fists, iron-like fists.
"You're not better than me!" Sang Jie's skills are outstanding. He believes that he is no less than Mustache in a bare-handed fight without weapons.
But with Mustache's punch, Sang Jie felt as if his arm was going to break into pieces. He couldn't imagine how a person's fist or a person's flesh and blood could contain such a powerful and terrifying power.
This punch almost shattered all Sang Jie's confidence. He gave up all thoughts of resistance and wanted to escape. He ran towards the opposite side of the stone altar, with Mustache chasing closely behind. The two of them ran one after the other.
At one end of the space, Sang Jie was running, and Mustache was also running. There was a little distance between them. Mustache's running feet suddenly kicked the ground, and his body suddenly jumped into the air, like a bullet.
Speeded up.
Bang……
He punched Sang Jie in the back of the heart. The punch was like a thunderstorm. Under the powerful impact, Sang Jie was almost knocked away and stuck heavily against the stone wall. When he turned his head, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
.
Mustache followed him step by step, grabbed Sang Jie's collar, and raised his fist.
Bang……
An iron-like fist hit Sang Jie's face hard, and the sound of bones breaking was immediately heard. Sang Jie's seven orifices slowly began to bleed, and his eyes were a little dazed.
"She will never come back. She disappeared forever. I can never see her again..." Xiaohu's tears kept flowing. Jia Luorong may not die immediately, but she is facing a more painful situation than death.
.She didn’t have a few more years to live. In the last few years of her life, she suffered alone in a completely strange time and in a strange world. No one cared about her, no one loved her, and she couldn’t speak.
No one could understand her gestures.
What will she encounter in another strange world?
Bang……
Mustache's heart was broken beyond measure. When she thought of everything Jialuorong had to face, her fists clenched repeatedly.
"If she cries, no one will understand; if she hurts, no one will know..."
The fists hit Sang Jie's body like raindrops, and the bones on his face were broken piece by piece. Gradually, Sang Jie's whole body was stuck to the stone wall, unable to move. His eyes began to gradually turn gray. A wave of
A stream of blood spurted out unconsciously from his mouth.
"How painful it was for Ngawang before he died!"
When he recalled that short and simple Tibetan man, Mustache's eyes were almost washed away by tears. He punched Sangjie one after another until his whole body was beaten like a
Even when there was a puddle of mud, he still didn’t stop.
"Xiao Xiang, Xiao Xiang!" Lao Zhao, who was following, quickly grabbed his mustache and said, "He is already dead. You are dealing with a piece of meat sauce."
Mustache's hands were shaking violently and could not calm down. When the mulberry knot fell softly from the stone wall and slowly fell to the ground, Mustache's heart felt empty again.
It was over. For him, everything was over. Those who should leave and those who shouldn't leave all left him. He took revenge, but lost the most precious thing in his life.
The extreme sense of confusion made Xiaozhu feel lost. The world was so big, but he didn't know where he should go next or what he should do.
"We haven't finished some things yet." Lao Zhao pointed to the back, the stone wall behind the stone altar, cracks, and a cluster of soft lights.
Mustache's thinking was a bit mechanical. He seemed to be unable to think. Like a person who was completely at a loss, the opinions of others were the only thing that guided him. He also glanced over there subconsciously. Almost everyone outside
It disappeared, probably following the heads of two ancient organizations into the last place.
They all believe that the mysterious sacred instrument will definitely be there.