Lu Zhengkang stood in the middle of the desert, watching the illustrious battle between heaven and man to the west.
He was here to help Xiang Yu. According to the agreement, almost the first lunar month was almost over, so he rushed to the vicinity of Xiangkong Mountain early. He knew the time very accurately.
It's funny, he seems to have seen himself in the incarnation of Heavenly Tribulation.
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Most of the incarnations of the Heavenly Tribulation are fragile, just a shadow, a time-space shadow puppet projected in the present world by the sky thunder. It is an outline of foam bulging on the leaves and filled with dust. Don't be afraid of its light, don't be afraid of being burned.
Fear and cowardice are the real reasons for failure.
Xiang Yu's concubine still had fear in her heart of those who came before and those who came before her, a kind of denial of herself.
How virtuous and capable is Xiang Yu, her concubine, that she can compete with these unparalleled powerful men? Is she really worthy? She is drifting with the crowd, has no past, and no future. Her power comes from coincidence. Strip away all this, and who is Xiang Yu?
Is this concubine still Siyuhua, or Xiaomanniang, or even the Qiqianwu disciple whose true spirit was devoured by her?
How can such a person who is more nihilistic than a bubble compete with the world's top tycoons?
It was fate, it was God who gave her everything. Now that all of it has been taken back, Xiang Yuconcubine believes that the real power is obtained with sweat and time, rather than relying on a sudden nobleman to give her a skill and then being succumbed to a cult.
A blessing in disguise after being captured.
Every time Xiang Yu concubine punched her, the doubts and denials about herself in her heart became stronger. Even though her fists did not slow down at all, her brain was extremely excited and empty, but this fear of doubt was still there.
To deepen, this is a calamity of questioning the mind and a demon of the mind.
The faces in front of me seem to have turned into faces in my memory.
She used her skills freely at the concubine, took the moves of the incarnation of the Heavenly Tribulation, and blasted them with her backhand. Everything seemed to be flowing smoothly, and victory seemed to be ahead. But the closer she got to victory, the shallower her existence became.
So what if she wins? Why has she persisted until now? To protect her family? Her family is dead. To uphold justice? She is not an idealist. To bully the weak and seek benefits for herself? Nope.
The past has been cut off, and there is no hope for the future. All that is left is an empty shell of the present. Concubine Xiang Yu is not even as happy as Shi Yuhua.
Hesitation and fear finally began to appear in Xiang Yu's heart. She told herself that she shouldn't think about these things. She couldn't think about these things, as these would make her fists weak, and weakness would be death.
However, since life is meaningless, why persist?
That person said to himself, "Don't wake up", does it also have such a meaning?
In the long river of catastrophe, a big demon with three heads and six arms emerged. In an instant, the scarlet color filled the sky. The boundless stars seemed to fall like rain, a great destruction. The aura of catastrophe exuded, making people frightened. Qiqianwu hid in
The disciples in the Huangyin Formation screamed and went crazy. They couldn't stand the light.
Finally, Xiang Yu's fist stopped. At this time, she suddenly felt a sense of fate - she would die by his hands.
Zhi Feizhen was still staring at Concubine Xiang Yu. Several commanders sent him messages, telling him to make a decision as soon as possible, whether to save or kill, and to finalize it quickly. Don't wait for this woman to really succeed in overcoming the tribulation. People might see it then.
It’s no longer in Qiqianwu, and it’s even harder to kill.
[Order to go down, activate the mountain protection formation, and kill the four royal flowers!]
The grand masters activated the formation, and in an instant more than six hundred sets of magic weapons flew out of it. These were accumulated by the sect's years of operation. They swarmed up like drones and attacked the concubine.
At the same time, in the Milky Way, the projection of the Red Sky Demon Lord also waved the vajra in his hand and struck down. The strong wind was like a ghost roaring, and hundreds of millions of red ghosts were singing, like beating bells and drums, like running celestial horses. It was vast and sharp.
Before he arrived, he had already taken the lead.
Suffering enemies from both sides, Xiang Yu concubine broke free from her inner demons in her extreme unwillingness to die.
"I walk my own path, and only I can take my life. If you want to kill me, none of you are qualified!!!"
Xiang Yu concubine suddenly raised her palm and inserted it into the sea of qi in her belly, as if she was committing suicide. But as she pulled out her palm, the magnetic core in the sea of qi was suddenly exposed, separated from her body, and expanded rapidly, and her body
Continuously falling downwards, Zhifei Zhenfei stepped forward to catch her body. It seemed to be an empty shell with little breath and no spiritual thoughts. Only the body with strong vitality was still healing.
His tears couldn't stop flowing down.
In mid-air, in the huge magnetic field, a bright outline of a human body took shape.
Zhi Feizhen looked up in confusion. Seeing such a scene, he shouted: "It's the combination of magic and martial arts! It's the soul leaving the body! This road can be opened! Siyuhua, your road is not a dead end, come back!"
"He held her body high, as if waiting for the pearl to fall into the box.
Xiang Yu's concubine's soul was wrapped in the will of the law, restraining light and magnetism to cast the martial arts soul. This was a short-lived light, like a burning butterfly wing, releasing intense light in a tiny time, Xiang Yu
I punched forward and knocked away the torrent of magic weapons from Qiqianwu. I punched upward and broke Lord Red Sky's vajra. Then I flew up with my kick and shot through the projection, directly into the river of heavenly tribulation.
It is hard to see such a strong light in the world, and it is hard to see such a blazing wind in the world. In such a delicate and delicate world of Taoism, there has never been such a fierce tiger. It is just an unknown lonely ghost that has been eliminated by the times. It will be remembered by heaven.
The first warrior.
Lu Zhengkang is in the distance. Now, he stands up, manifests the three heads and six arms, and moves towards Qiqianwu.
It's time to move towards the concubine's body.
Zhi Feizhen raised his head and looked around, his eyeballs were burning with severe pain. He wanted to see what was going on, but as an enemy, he couldn't go. His identity was like a forbidden magic spell that pinned him to death.
On the top of the mountain where the God of Prayer Residence is located, he became a pine tree here, hanging the corpse of the person he seemed to have loved. Apart from looking around, he could only watch his heart that was slightly ignited with sparks gradually grow colder.
The clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, and the river of time was burned out. The shaking air became quiet, and there seemed to be echoes from the distant horizon, which were also very empty. After everything was calm, a little light rain
It kept falling from the sky, looking like a small white butterfly. The stars had already set, and a brilliant sunrise slowly rose in the eastern sky, and the world was once again bright.
Zhifei is really afraid of this light, he is afraid, and every time he sees the sun rise, he is sad.
The world seemed to melt, like a collapsed snowdrift. He raised his concubine's body. She was the only brilliance besides the sun in this black and white world. She was lying on her back, with her back and waist supported by a pair of palms. Her limbs were very tight.
The head was so relaxed that it fell back, and the brilliant black hair also fell down. With the wind, the ends of the hair gently slapped Zhi Feizhen's cheek, which was moistened by tears.
She seemed to turn her head and looked down at him, her beautiful eyes half-lidded with a faint smile.
Zhi Fei is really waiting for her true spirit to return.
On the horizon, as the sun rises, Lu Zhengkang also arrives.