Chapter 786

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He hurts him again...

No matter in the last life or this life, Chu nightning has never put him in his eyes.

The throat was suddenly awkward, and the pretended calm smile of Ta Xianjun tightened suddenly, raised his hand and shouted: "No return!"

Biye Zhuqiao was in the past, and the year after year you did not return... But when you returned, so what? You have returned, not yet facing him with swords, not for such stupid reasons, wanting his blood, wanting his life!

Sudden hatred.

No return and Tianwen collided, and both Shenwu roared.

two lifetimes.

It has been two lifetimes since the last life-and-death battle between these two weapons. The engraving on the hilt of the blade of no return has long been worn out, just like the yesterday's past of Stepping Immortal Monarch and Big Dipper Immortal Venerable, all of which are broken.

The golden splendor and the blue light are biting each other, as if hatred into the blood, but also into the bones. In this constant light and shadow, Ta Xianjun stared closely at the face in front of him.

Bloodstained and complex.

living.

My heart was bàonüè badly, and the burning pain was bad.

He gritted his teeth, and suddenly asked very unwillingly: "Why is it all me... but you have to fight this seat again for him."

"..."

Chu nightning didn't know what to say, facing a body, no matter what he said, it was useless.

But I don't know that the brilliance is too dazzling, which makes people hallucinate. For a moment, he feels that the eyes of Step Xianjun are so painful and lonely.

It seemed to be wet.

"He's hurt like this, you'll feel uncomfortable. What about this seat." Stepping Xianjun hoarsely, trying his best to be ruthless, but it was unwilling to be too lush, he wished he could burn all these unwillingness to ashes with a fire, but the fire burned When he got up, the flames made his eyes red.

"Chu nightning. You know that after the resurrection of this seat, when you see the red lotus waterside, you don't even have bones left... What do you feel?"

Chu nightning was startled. But Xianjun, who finally couldn't help but say these words, closed his eyes and his muscles tightened. Anger and shame, pain and madness made him almost mad, and he suddenly poured all his spiritual power into his no return——

Just heard a loud bang!

The rock crumbles, the earth shakes. The surrounding vegetation was instantly crushed into powder by the fierce spiritual current, and Liu Teng couldn't stand the mad bào of no return, and disintegrated into ashes.

"Nearly ten years!"

In this scattered robbery ashes, Wei Ta Xianjun's mad eyes are clear, and his eyes are scarlet.

"Ten years, Chu nightning. He was reborn in the past, and left this seat to be awakened at the top of death and life, in Wushan Temple. In the past ten years, this seat has known all your happiness in the letter, and knows his great achievements- What about me? What about me!!"

The blade suddenly fell, flying sand and stone, and the ground cracked a bottomless gulf.

"I've been alone all the time! When he came over, I didn't even have a handful of ashes!"

Mo knife slashed, Chu nightning withdrew Tianwen and greeted him with Huaisha.

But it is this blade of killing that makes Ta Xianjun more and more violent. At this moment, he is like a ghost returning from hell, and his resentment is deep.

His kind of eyes made Chu nightning can't help but be startled.

Why is it that it is only a corpse, yet still has such a strong emotion.

"Why do you treat me like this?"

The flames scorched the trees, the fallen leaves were still dyed with fire, the edges and corners were scorched black, and the sparks were bright and dark. Treading Xianjun, dressed in black, suddenly withdrew his strength, swept back, and stood in this bleak and bleak vegetation.

Chu nightning didn't know why he suddenly withdrew, and saw that he closed his eyes, and the two thick and deep eyelashes were on his too pale face. Tread Xianjun murmured:

"Why do you treat me like this?"

The voice fell, and the ground faintly rumbled.

Chu night Ning suddenly changed color, he immediately turned back -

"Ink burns!"

When he was about to turn back and stand in front of the unconscious Mo Ran, he had already heard the five words of Sen Han.

Stepping on Xianjun said: "Damn. Ten thousand coffins."

Shocking!

Chu nightning's blood is completely cold, Liu Teng... Liu Teng... Step Xianjun and Mo Weiyu are simply one person, Mo Weiyu can be summoned and can't return, and Step Xianjun can also be summoned to hell!

The thick vines rose from the ground, broke out of the ground, and slammed into the hands and feet of Chu nightning's body. The other part of Liu Teng cut open the damaged Tianwen, and tangled the ink burning protected by Tianwen in the depths of the willow leaves.

Chu nightning was so anxious when he saw this: "You stop!"

No one paid attention to him, stepping on Xianjun floated to the front of the ink burning, looking coldly at the depths of the vine, the face that was exactly the same as himself.

His gaze moved down and landed on the already bloody chest.

Chu nightning shouted sharply: "Tianwen--!"

However, Tianwen and the ghost are the same level of divine martial arts, stepping on Xianjun does not lift his head, just stretches out his hand a little, and the golden willow vine that resurfaces is entangled with the fiery red ghost culling, and there is no victory or defeat for a while .

Chu nightning's lips were blue and white, and the meridians in his hands were bào suddenly, trying his best to break free from the shackles of hell with his own flesh and blood.

"..." Step Xianjun finally turned his eyes, looked at him with a complicated look, opened his thin lips, and sighed in a low voice, "Chu nightning. You really feel sorry for him."

After speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and stabbed the ink to burn

Thorax!

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