Zhan Yue - Chapter 1665

[Chapter 43 God Weeps]

“Tang Yun!”

In the air, Lin Tu shouted violently, wrapped in sword intent all over his body, and sent a distant sword straight to Tang Yun, who was in the form of a real dragon, laughing loudly: “This time, how about being my Lin Tu’s girlfriend? Follow me. What’s so good about Ding Muchen’s uselessness?”

“Fuck off!”

His body just flew out of the way, Lin Yixin smashed it horizontally, slashed Lin Tu with a fierce sword, and sneered: “It’s just you, it’s worthy?”

“Lin Yixin!”

Ahead, a blood-colored figure broke through the wind, it was the seven-star lamp, and the long sword slashed at Lin Yixin’s back, grinning: “Your opponent is me!”

Lin Yixin blocked, and his body was bombarded constantly flying back, and sparks and shock waves of sword blades colliding constantly erupted in the air, while Tang Yun took advantage of the situation and twisted his body, leading Lao Ding and Su Xiran to charge forward.

…

“Lin Wan’er!”

In the crowd, Wen Jian’s sword light burst into flames and said with a smile, “Why don’t you and Dongchengyue just refuse to join my Hero Tomb?”

“Ask Jian, even you have fallen?”

Without saying a word, Lin Wan’er stepped forward, the umbrella raised horizontally and smashed Wen Jian’s long sword, the dagger flipped, leaving a wound on Wen Jian’s shoulder, and then the boots swept out, The perfect swordsman Wen Jian gave a kick that flew tens of meters across, and on the other side, Jian Fenghan’s long sword had also slashed at Dongchengyue, Jie Jie smiled and said: “Dongcheng, don’t follow your brother Xiaoyao. Come on, come on, be a little daughter-in-law for little brother Jianfeng!”

“Fuck off!”

Dongchengyue looked disgusted, raised her staff, and an extremely strong flame burst out around her body, causing a group of sharp-edged guild players to scream incessantly.

“Humph!”

Jian Fenghan was covered in flames and approached.

On the other side, Fusheng Wanren’s body sank, turned into a shadow, and shouted in a low voice, “Leader, cut the East City Moon together, and clean up their right wing first!”

“good!”

A group of people swept in.

Dongchengyue tried her best to resist, but she was still unable to match her strength. With her strength, she could only single out a sword-edge cold-hearted demon at most. With so many people, it was obviously unstoppable.

Not long after, Dongchengyue was flooded by the crowd after several meteor showers and storms erupted in a row.

“Dongcheng…”

On the other side, Lin Wan’er smashed Hellfire’s face away with a heavy knee blow, and was hit by Wen Jian’s sword behind her, followed by a rain of arrows in front of her, and the umbrella in her hand couldn’t resist, “Pfft. In the sound of puff”, the arms and legs were shot with arrows, and the bleeding continued, and her breath had begun to drop sharply.

…

“Wan’er!”

Lao Ding looked anxious: “Xiran, treat Wan’er, hurry up!”

“…”

Su Xiran was already being treated continuously, but there were too many enemies. Lin Yixin, Lin Waner, and Tang Yun actually needed treatment.

“Come on together, set fire!”

A violent devouring of the seven-star lamp, coupled with the attacks of Lin Tu and Hellfire, the flames in front of her exploded everywhere, Lin Yixin has become the target of public criticism, and her body is covered with injuries.

On the other side, under the meteorite rain of a group of mages, Lin Wan’er finally couldn’t hold it anymore. Assassins were most afraid of being set on fire, but now they are still being set on fire by a group of archers, mages, and a group of cavalry warriors approaching, Lin Wan’er. Both of his blades were stained with blood, and he was almost unable to lift his hands, and he was finally drowned in the crowd.

At this time, it has already rushed to the depths of half of the crowd.

…

“One more time!”

Lin Yixin was still fighting forward with one sword at a time, and her opponents were all super-tier players like Qixingdeng, Lin Tu, and Hellfire. Behind her, Tang Yun’s body rolled, but she couldn’t soar into the sky. Because there are countless thunder and lightning lingering in the air, it seems to be the manifestation of some kind of Dao power. Once it takes off, I am afraid that it will be strangled in an instant. After all, the power of the sky is unpredictable, and the real dragon cannot compete.

Therefore, Lin Yixin, Tang Yun, and Su Xiran still escorted Lao Ding to charge forward, getting closer and closer to the golden ladder that connects Mount Emei. There is no demon in front of the ladder. It seems to be a pure area. Once Lao Ding arrives there , will no longer be hunted.

“Set fire to Tang Yun!”

Qixingdeng gritted his teeth and roared, “As long as Tang Yun is killed, the lost leaves will surely end in death!”

“…”

For a time, all kinds of spells, arrows, and spears were crowded in all directions. The “Pong Peng Peng” burst out sparks on the real dragon’s vitality on Tang Yun’s body. Under such constant wear and tear, Tang Yun’s shield Getting weaker and weaker, and finally accompanied by a broken sound, the body of the real dragon has begun to be injured.

“Come, come!”

The seven-star lamp swept over with a sword and roared: “The curse of fate!”

In an instant, the sword light fell, Tang Yun’s real dragon body was covered with a layer of purple plague, all kinds of defenses plummeted, and the dragon scales all over his body were soon smashed to pieces by everyone, and then, the seven-star lamp appeared like a ghost. On top of the dragon’s back, he touched Su Xiran’s eyebrows with one hand and said with a smile, “Nurse is hard to kill? I don’t think so, try the death prophecy of the seventh brother!”

In an instant, Su Xiran’s delicate body was struck by lightning, and her qi and blood continued to drop. Even a Forbidden Spell-level resuscitation could not hold her back, and she almost fell into a chaotic attack with Tang Yun.

“boom!”

The sound of gunshots sounded, and Lao Ding shot Qixingdeng between the eyebrows.

“Oh?”

The seven-star lamp suddenly raised his head, then buckled a bullet from his eyebrows, and sneered: “Just think about the unparalleled seven-star lamp in the world. Do you despise my seven-star lamp, or do you look down on yourself who created my seven-star lamp?”

Lao Ding’s body swayed, the real dragon under his feet disappeared suddenly, and the afterimage of Tang Yun slowly disappeared in the wind, before dying, he said with a soft laugh: “Father, goodbye… Yun’er will miss you in another world… ”

Su Xiran turned into an afterimage of data, and murmured, “I can only send you here, father, goodbye…”

…

Lao Ding’s body swayed and quickly fell down.

“Kill him!”

Lin Tu swept out with a sword, and the corners of his mouth were full of grinning: “Finally, we will succeed!”

However, this sword was rammed away by a figure. When Lao Ding fell, it just landed on the back of a snow unicorn. Lin Yixin was in front of him. Xue Qilin quickly rushed towards Mount Emei, bleeding all over while rushing forward, and even some blood seeped into her beautiful eyes, she burst into tears: “Father, this time… this time Yiyi really You can only send it here, you go up the ladder… the showdown on the top of the golden summit, don’t let us down…”

Xue Qilin stepped on its four hooves, launched a war to trample, and kept charging forward.

Behind him, Qixingdeng, Lin Tu, Hellfire, Jian Fenghan and others were chasing and killing them with wickedness.

…

When flying to the foot of the mountain, Lin Yixin was already bruised and bruised, and could no longer move forward, but behind and in front of him were still densely packed villains. At this time, Lao Ding was already full of despair.

“Father, this is the only way…”

Lin Yixin’s eyes were full of tears: “There are still about 500 meters away from the ladder, please rush up to the ladder as fast as possible.”

As she said that, she raised her hand and flicked, and Lao Ding’s body suddenly floated up. At the same time, Lin Yixin turned a streamer ring between her fingers, condensing a touch of invincible golden light on Lao Ding’s body, her shoulders trembled, and she smiled sadly. : “If you don’t leave now, when will you wait?”

The old man hurried away quickly, using all the strength in his body.

However, when he turned around while running, he saw Lin Yixin riding a snow unicorn, holding a long sword, turned to face Qixingdeng, Lin Tu, Wenjian and others, and said with a smile, “Stop chasing, give it all to me die!”

Saying that, a line of clear tears fell to the ground, turning into a ray of golden ripples that swept across the world!

“boom–”

Under the storm, Qixingdeng exerted all his strength to hold the gluttonous dharma image, but it still couldn’t stop it. , No one can stop Lin Yixin’s “God Weeping” blow, and he will die if he opens Invincible.

…

“boom!”

When the God Weeping storm swept away, Lao Ding stumbled, and the invincible halo on his body came from Lin Yixin’s body, so this God Weeping alone would not cause damage to Lao Ding, and behind him, Lin Yixin’s body swayed, and the armor on his body The inch shattered, and the body gradually annihilated into data dust, which made Lao Ding feel very distressed.

Go, ladder!

With no other thought, he rushed into a golden barrier field outside Mount Emei. Immediately behind him, the shadows of many demons who were hiding in the mountains to escape the blow of God’s Weeping also disappeared instantly. In front of him, a golden ladder leads directly to the top of the mountain. The Genting Heavenly Palace, and above the Genting Heavenly Palace, is the Golden Dome.

…

“rustle……”

The moment he stepped on the first step with one foot, a voice came from the wind.

“Yo, it’s finally here?”

A very familiar voice made Lao Ding’s heart tremble.

“I thought you really didn’t dare to go to the golden summit when you lost your leaves, and you really don’t want to face your heart! Now that you are here, I will sit down with you and discuss what you have been asking for over the years. What do you hate.”

This voice is none other than himself.

Lao Ding’s heart was a little desperate, did he finally need to face this moment?

The saddest thing about concern is, but the last hurdle is yourself. Can you win when you sit down and talk with yourself? Even if he really wins, he is riddled with holes, is he really not afraid of being laughed at by readers?

“never mind.”

Lao Ding shook his head and smiled bitterly: “Just laugh at a joke. Knowing and doing are one, and you don’t even dare to face your own heart. What else do you need to talk about?”

However, on second thought, many of these questions have been put in the extra chapter. Asking questions in front of so many readers is like writing a diary, isn’t it?

To borrow that classic line.

“Who keeps a diary for a serious person? Despicable!”

…

“It’s really embarrassing yourself…”

Old Ding let out a wry smile. He had just stepped on the first step and his heart was shaken. It was really difficult to ask his heart.

No matter, go up and talk about it!

One step at a time, he stepped on the dried moss and went straight to the golden top!