While thinking about it, a white light flashed around Zhong Wen's body, and the power of the hell realm was instantly activated, and his severed arm was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.
"Buzz!"
At the same time, the Tianque Sword, which had circled outside, came at full speed, and with a shocking sword cry, it returned to his hand again.
Dumping the sword in his hand, he suddenly turned his head and smiled at Li Yiru.
The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.
Li Yiru's heart trembled, her eyes suddenly turned red, and tears slowly fell from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably.
It turns out that’s how I miss him.
It turns out I like him so much.
She stared longingly at the familiar face in front of her, and her thoughts suddenly flew back to the time when the two first met a long time ago.
That comely young man who was always smiling was a little glib and cynical, and he didn't care about his status. He called himself "Princess Sister" very familiarly from the beginning, which brought her an unprecedented sense of freshness.
As soon as he appeared on the scene, he used incredible means to turn things around and save Shangguan's family from dire straits.
But as the biggest foodie in the imperial capital, Li Yiru was even more impressed by a delicacy called "BBQ" created by a young man.
The dispute between Xiao and Li, the prince's rebellion, Wan Renya's forced marriage, and even the end of the world...
The young man turned the tide time and again, saved the Li family, saved Daqian, saved the Three Saints Realm, and also saved her.
Unknowingly, Li Yiru's affection for him grew day by day, and gradually went beyond the scope of ordinary friends.
Maybe it was the day she was helped to the throne, maybe it was the moment she was rescued from Wanren Cliff, or maybe it was earlier that she had been able to clearly realize that except for this young man in white, she could no longer pretend in her heart.
No more other men.
She believed that Zhong Wen was not unaware of her feelings, nor was he unmoved.
Whenever the two of them are alone, the ambiguity that fills the air cannot be hidden at all.
But even so, neither of them pierced the last thin layer of paper.
The moment she learned that her best friends Shangguan Mingyue and Zhong Wen were in love, she silently chose to quit, planning to keep this relationship in her heart forever.
At that time, Zhong Wen suffered a lot because he was too affectionate, and he also made up his mind not to incur love debts again.
Ever since, the two have maintained this awkward "friend" relationship and never made it any further.
These days, Li Yiru has been wandering around with Yuchi Chungou, and has been oppressed.
, I have encountered dangers, been frightened, and lived a miserable life.
She is a gentle, tough and tolerant woman.
But the hardships of life still made her miss Zhong Wen day by day.
At this moment, facing her sweetheart's eyes, Li Yiru's emotions that had been accumulated for a long time could no longer be suppressed. It was like a volcano erupting, and tears burst out of her eyes.
If you do anything without determination, it will be difficult to get the results you want.
In my mind, the previous teachings of Mr. Hao are constantly echoing, just like a drop of water of life falling on the land of the soul, fiercely stimulating the seed of a certain idea, urging it to break through the soil, take root, sprout, and thrive.
For that brief moment, she wished she could rush forward, throw herself into this man's arms, cry loudly, and vent all her grievances and sadness without reservation.
However, just when her mind was agitated, Zhong Wen suddenly grinned, quietly stretched his left hand to his lower abdomen, and a golden lotus grew again in the palm of his hand.
The position of the palm was clearly a blind spot for Yuchi Chungou.
He is actually evil-minded and wants to secretly use Zezhi Wonderland again to absorb the Lord of Swords into the world of spiritual consciousness and bring this battle to an end.
"Come to my bowl quickly!"
After gathering momentum, Zhong Wen suddenly turned his head, raised the lotus flower in his palm and shouted loudly.
However, there was nothing in front of me.
Yuchi Chungou, who was originally behind him, disappeared.
"Such a childish trick."
Above the head, the Lord of Swords' mocking voice suddenly floated, "I got tired of playing when I was three years old."
"puff!"
With a crisp sound, Zhong Wen's arm was separated from his body again, and fell to the ground with blood, popping and popping for several feet. Naturally, the brilliant lotus could not escape the fate of withering again, and turned into little golden light.
It quickly disappeared without a trace.
"Puff puff!"
Immediately afterwards, his knees, waist and neck were cut open one after another, and the whole person was broken into several pieces and scattered on the ground. The bones rolled out far away. The scene was indescribably weird.
"Zhong Wen!"
Seeing the one she loved fall apart in front of her eyes, Li Yiru couldn't help but be confused.
His face turned pale, he screamed, and his psychological shadow was so large that even a high school student couldn't find it.
But before she could finish shouting, a green light flashed before her eyes, and Zhong Wen's figure reappeared, with all his limbs intact and intact. The bloody and terrifying scene just now seemed as if it had never happened.
Good guy!
Not only is the sword's intention colorless and invisible, but its own whereabouts can also be concealed so perfectly!
Yuan Wuji is not as difficult as him!
Zhong Wen raised his right arm and caught the flying Tian Que Sword in his palm. His consciousness swept around, but he could not sense the whereabouts of Yuchi Chun Gou at all. Unconsciously, he was secretly frightened. He decisively turned on the Six Yang True Pupils, and his eyes shone brightly.
It emits red and green light.
"Got you!"
Suddenly, with a sharp look in his eyes, he waved his right arm, and a dazzling sword light shot out, slashing hard to the southeast.
In front of the powerful pupil technique, Yuchi Chungou's figure is so distinct, his movement trajectory is so clear, and there is no way to hide it.
He was as light as a swallow, as if he had expected it. He made a dexterous turn in mid-air, effortlessly avoiding this earth-shattering blow, and at the same time swung the sword with his backhand.
"puff!"
Zhong Wen's right hand holding the sword was immediately broken at shoulder level, and blood flowed rapidly.
Since the beginning of the war, this has been the number of times he has been injured, and the number of times his hands and feet have been broken.
Yuchi Chun Gou's Spiritual Void Sword is colorless and elusive, making it difficult to catch with both the naked eye and spiritual consciousness. With Zhong Wen's current strength, it is completely impossible to prevent it, let alone using the True Spirit Dao Body to steal it.
You can't even see, so why don't you learn how to use a hammer?
As a result, one of the two kept cutting off his arms, legs, and heads, while the other frequently dodged and carried out sneak attacks. One could not die no matter what, and the other could not be hit no matter what. The two sides actually fell into a strange stalemate.
among.
The battle between the two most powerful men in the world, the leader of the League of the Land and the Master of the Sword, was actually extremely weird and even vaguely vulgar.
"Remember like a girl."
After watching the battle for a moment, Mr. Hao shook his head, suppressed the shock in his heart, turned to look at Li Yiru and said, "Follow me."
"Where to go?"
Li Yiru asked blankly, obviously not yet recovering from his previous emotions.
"Since your friend is not dead, it's not too late."
Mr. Hao glanced at Zhong Wen, who had grown his arms again, and said hurriedly, "Old man
My husband will take you to see Miss Liu."
"Qiqi is not dead?"
Li Yiru suddenly became energetic and his eyes shone.
"It won't be too late."
Mr. Hao nodded, turned around and walked quickly, "Delay will lead to change."
Li Yiru wiped her tears hard, moved her jade feet without hesitation, and followed closely.
"puff!"
The two people on the other end had just left, and Zhong Wen on the other end had lost his head again. His headless body stumbled in mid-air, which looked very scary.
"I just hide and hide."
A green light flashed around him, and his head suddenly grew back. His eyes were red and green, emitting a heart-stopping light. He shouted loudly, "Do you deserve to be called a sword cultivator?"
"Are you a swordsman?"
Yuchi Chungou's voice came from nowhere, "What you say doesn't count."
"Is it?"
Zhong Wen moved his feet, and his body floated lightly into the sky. He laughed evilly and said, "I will show you what a true swordsman is!"
"Just you?"
Yuchi Chun Gou's voice appeared on the opposite side again. It looked forward and suddenly behind, which made people hard to guard against. "Don't you think that if you hold a good sword in your hand, you can do it?"
Being called a sword cultivator...I'll go, there are so many!"
In the middle of his words, he suddenly let out a sharp scream.
Just because countless swords suddenly appeared in the sky, they were as densely packed as a plague of locusts, covering the sky and the sun, and the sharp cold light changed the color of the entire sword palace for dozens of miles.
There is no warmth between heaven and earth, only biting cold.
His eyes swept across the flying swords in the sky. Even though Yuchi Chun Gou had a profound cultivation, unparalleled combat power, and extremely good psychological quality, at this moment he began to faintly doubt his life.
During the Battle of the Royal Court, Zhong Wen plundered a large number of swords from all the heroes in the world. After that, he went to Huanhai Sword Palace to search for them. Coupled with Cao Wei's hard work, the number of swords collected in the Sword Tomb can be said to be even greater.
Astonishing, almost approaching the exaggerated two billion, which also included hundreds of sword blanks that had been "seduce" from Kunwu Sword Palace.
What is the concept of nearly two billion swords of high quality?
"how?"
After summoning these many swords, Zhong Wen suddenly looked down and sneered, "Am I considered a swordsman?"