Chapter 240 Smile faintly in red

Mu Qing murmured: "How could there be such a thing? How could there be so many...???"

Never heard of anyone blowing the shackles with mana?!

Huacheng pulled up Xie Lian, who was sitting on the ground, and said: "Brother, try again!"

It just so happened that Jun Wu came with a sword, and Xie Lian raised his hand subconsciously. With a sound of "Dang——", Zhu Xin was almost ejected by him!

This blow is completely different from the previous one!

Xie pity looked at his hands, slightly dazed. He has not experienced this feeling for hundreds of years, and has almost forgotten that this is him.

Strong enough to be unable to control his own strength, the ground shakes with every step he takes. A thousand miles, a step to the sky!

He clenched his five fingers and punched Jun Wu in the face!

After the war, Jun Wu's face was always clean. This blow succeeded, and finally a little blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it off with his thumb and looked at the little blood.

The next moment, he waved his hand and threw Zhu Xin aside.

It seems that he is going to meet Xie Lian fist and foot!

Thanks for another punch, but this punch was caught by Jun Wu and twisted backhand. Severe pain hit, Xie Lian's arm snapped and folded. But he immediately clicked twice to pick it up for himself, and then another palm was intercepted by Jun Wu. Seeing that the situation was not good, Xie Lian wanted to win the heart that Jun Wu had just left behind. Jun Wu naturally expected his step and blocked his way.

But he forgot that there were two wind letters and admiration behind him. Although both of them were half-crippled, they both secretly wanted to draw the sword of their hearts. Their movements have been extremely slight, but Jun Wu seems to have eyes behind his back, and his backhand is a palm. The bridge under their feet is broken, and they all fall to the magma river!

At the critical moment, one hand grabbed Fengxin's boots. And Fengxin pulled Mu Qing's boots. He looked up again and said, "I'm fucked!!! It's fucked!!! National teacher, you old man, don't let go!!!"

It was the national teacher who held them. Blue veins burst out on his forehead: "You all know that I'm an old man! Then get up quickly!"

Although the bridge was knocked down by Jun Wu, Xie Lian raised his hand and held it up in the air. He still wants to go up, but Junwu doesn't give him this free time. The three of them were less than two or three feet away from the tumbling magma. Their ears could hear the tumbling sound of bubbles, and their admiration was hung at the bottom, but they were head down and feet up. The posture was terrifying. After shampooing, his face was burnt like charcoal, and he said, "Pull me up!"

Who knows, after pulling it up twice, he shouted again: "Wait! Don't pull me up!"

The national teacher said: "What do you want?"

Feng Channel: "Are you serious? Well, then I'll let go!"

Mu Qing scolded: "I'm fucked, you fucking let go and try, look below! Look at the sword!"

Several people looked in the direction his hand pointed. saw that directly below them, a black jade sword was inserted into the center of the magma river, and it was slowly sinking. It was just now that they were going to steal, but they were shaken by Jun Wu together!

Mu Qing rushed to the hilt of the sword and stretched his arms wildly, as if he couldn't turn into a gibbon, but he couldn't reach it, and said: "Put me down a little bit, I'm almost there!!"

The blue veins on the forehead of the national teacher are even more serious: "You two young people, I have an old bone, don't go too far!"

As he said that, he sank his boots, and Mu Qing's face was closer to the magma river, his hair slipped and the end of his hair caught fire. Feng Channel: "I'm fucked, your hair is on fire!!! It's going to burn out!!!"

Fortunately, Mu Qing finally pulled out the sword. He slapped the flames on his hair with one hand, and slammed the other hand, with the splashing magma, and threw it at Xie Lian: "Xie Lian, then!"

Xie Lian raised his hand and held Fang Xin's hilt!

And the national teacher also endured to the limit: "I can't do it anymore, you all come up!"

Fengxin saw that the national teacher was trembling. Seeing that the situation was not good, he slammed his feelings up and said, "I told you to dawdle!"

Mu Qing was thrown up by him, and his rage was about to break out, but in the flame pool below, dozens of lava grievances suddenly burst out!

Those resentful spirits jumped up and grabbed Fengxin's chest like fish leaping out of the water. If it weren't for Lingguang's body protection, I'm afraid Fengxin's whole person would be burned through. They were threatened by Fengxin's arrows before, holding a grudge, secretly lurking in the magma and following here, taking the opportunity to pull him down. Unprepared, the national division was also pulled forward by the suddenly intensified weight on his hand and slid down. This time, it was the turn of admiration at the end, grabbing the boots of the national teacher.

Fengxin was originally injured, and there were a few arrows in his body that he forgot to take. He fought with those resentful spirits with his bare hands, and the people above were too shy to let him go, so he was very passive. The lava grievances below gathered more and more, layered on him, as if they were in a tug-of-war with the national teacher. The strength on both sides should not be underestimated, and if this continues, the wind letter may be torn in half!

Fengxin roared: "Can you give it a good time?!"

Admiration said: "Shut up!" Suddenly, he felt that his subordinates suddenly lightened, and those resentful spirits seemed to finally let go, and quickly took the opportunity to pull the two up.

After coming up, Fengxin was shocked and took a few breaths. The screams and roars of the resentful spirits came from below. Several people looked down, Mu Qing and the national teacher said: "Fengxin, it's your son!"

"..."

Sure enough, among the red-hot lava wraiths, a white flower jumped up and down, biting them frantically.

Those lava spirits are old ghosts at least 2,000 years old, and they are in groups. How can they be afraid of a little ghost who is not even an infant spirit? Grabbing and biting, the body of the fetal spirit was originally white, and it has been It was hot and bloody, red and red, and screamed, but it didn't make people feel distressed at all, it just made people feel horrible. The wind letter broke out.

He burst into anger and said, "Don't be rude, a group of adults bullying a child!!! Wrong, come here!"

The fetal spirit couldn't beat so many resentful spirits, and he was already timid. When he heard someone want to give him a head start, he screamed and jumped to Fengxin's shoulder. Fengxin took off the longbow, an arrow that pulled down his chest, and the arrows shot out, and the Yanhe was blown up. Over there, Xie Lian saw that they escaped danger and finally felt relieved. He was about to concentrate on dealing with Jun Wu, but suddenly his chest suffocated.

Jun Wu locked him from behind and said, "Didn't I say, where do you think you learned your skills? I know all your moves!"

This lock, if Xie Lian can't earn it, he will be trapped to death. However, all the escape tricks he can think of, Junwu can also think of!

At this time, he heard Huacheng Road: "Brother, don't be afraid! You must have tricks he doesn't know, only you can use, and he can't use tricks!"

Suddenly, Xie Lian's mind flashed.

Does he have?

He does have it!

If you can't break free, don't break free!

He turned around in Junwu's arm, faced the enemy, locked Junwu, and said word by word: "This trick, you must not!"

He grabbed Jun Wu, took the bodies of two people, and slammed into the extremely solid rock wall!

This collision, he used 100% strength, and he heard the sound of something shattering in the rumbling sound of rock formations collapsing.

That came from Jun Wu.

His white armor was completely shattered!

At the same time, Jun Wu let go of him and said furiously: "Go away! Go away for me!!!"

Xie Lian raised his head and was horrified. The thing that catches the eye and makes Jun Wu mad is the face.

Those three faces, ran out again!

Xie Lian raised his sword again, a sword pierced Jun Wu's heart and nailed him to the rock wall!

Blood spilled from Junwu's mouth.

Thanks to this sword, he penetrated the most mana he could penetrate, and exploded in an instant after stabbing Jun Wu. No matter how strong the self-healing ability is, it cannot be repaired!

The mountain collapsed.

Jun Wu was originally nailed to the rock wall, but after the rock mountain collapsed, he became lying on the ground.

But he didn't give up, holding the hilt of Fangxin's sword with his backhand, as if he wanted to write on the blade. That is naturally a spell, and it must be stopped. But as soon as Xie Lian raised his hand, the national teacher rushed over and said: "His Royal Highness! Forget it, forget it!"

Thanks for the pity, I don't know who he is calling, and who is letting it go. Jun Wu coughed up another mouthful of blood and said angrily: "Get out of my way!"

The national teacher knelt beside him and said to him: "His Royal Highness, forget it! Really forget it. It's meaningless to continue fighting."

Jun Wudao: "What do you know?! Go away!"

The national teacher said: "I don't understand. After so many years, you have been done by gods, and ghost kings have done it. You have killed everything that should be killed, and you have obtained everything you want. What's the trouble with you? What do you want? What do you want to prove?"

Hearing this, Jun Wu's face flashed a moment of daze.

But it didn't take long for him to stifle the national teacher's throat again, and said angrily: "You don't have to teach me! You are not qualified to teach me! No one is qualified to teach me!"

Right now, Junwu's strength is insufficient, and this is not difficult to understand. Xie Lian is about to save people, but the national teacher waved his hand to let him not move, and continued: "His Royal Highness."

Jun Wu looked at him coldly, but still didn't let go.

Even if he is not strong enough now, it is easy to break the neck of the national teacher, which is very dangerous. However, the national teacher let him hold himself like this, saying: "I teach His Royal Highness the prince, not to teach you who has not gone the wrong way, and then use him to humiliate you. He is him, you are you, you are not. It's normal for the same people to have different paths. I said before, you don't believe it, so what about now?"

Jun Wu stared at him without saying a word.

The national teacher said: "I just really miss His Royal Highness, the former Wu Yongguo, all of us, and those days when we didn't soar."

"..."

The national teacher said again: "After so many years, His Royal Highness, I just look at you, I feel very tired, very tired, what about yourself? Are you really not tired?"

As the first martial god in the Three Realms, Jun Wu's face and manners are always perfect and spotless. At this time, all the halos faded, and Xie Lian realized that even if the three human face plagues were removed, his complexion was too pale.

The outline is too cold and hard, and the under eye sockets are slightly black, looking gloomy and unspeakable, not as gentle as the halo.

However, now he looks like he is alive. Even if it's sly.

The national teacher said: "Your Highness, you have been defeated. Give yourself a relief."

"..."

Jun Wu was a little confused: "Did I lose?"

The too powerful mana fluctuations smashed the dome of the grotto, and the light sunlight shone from above.

There seemed to be raindrops in the air. Jun Wu was lying on the ground, standing with gratitude, looking down at him from a height, and actually saw a ray of relief from his expression.

He couldn't help wondering, maybe, being defeated by someone and ending this split and crazy day after day is also Jun Wu's deepest wish in his heart.

After a long while, Jun Wu suddenly asked: "What is that trick called?"

"..."

Xie Lian raised his sleeves, wiped the blood from his face, and said, "The boulder is broken."

Jun Wu was stunned for a moment, seemed to think of something, smiled, sighed, closed his eyes, and said, "Pretty."

He didn't say another word, but everyone could see the exhaustion on his face that could no longer be concealed.

Xie Lian's hand finally moved down from the hilt of Fangxin's sword. The next step, unable to think of what to do, couldn't help but look at Huacheng. Huacheng is still standing in the same place, and the only Tongtian bridge that has not collapsed has been quietly waiting for him for a long time. Seeing him turn back, he met his gaze and smiled slightly.

The national teacher sat next to the motionless Jun Wu and said, "His Royal Highness, let's go."

He didn't mean to get up, and thanked him: "Master, are you not leaving?"

The national teacher shook his head and said: "I'll accompany His Royal Highness the Prince. After all, I didn't accompany him before."

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, washing Jun Wu's closed face, as well as the blood and vitality flowing from the wound.

Aiming at it, Xie Lian felt that the three faces on his face seemed to gradually fade away. don't know if it's an illusion.

After a while of silence, Xie Lian took off the hat on his back, dropped his hand, and covered Jun Wu's face.

The curse on Mu Qing's wrist has automatically fallen off, and he kicked the thing into the lava with a kick, and the cool calm state was barely found again. The fetal spirit on Fengxin's shoulder jumped down, climbed to Junwu's face with all four feet, and touched him carefully, which was completely different from his attitude when he stepped on Junwu's face, making Fengxin half-dead.

Xie Lian didn't care about anything else, he went straight to Huacheng with a bruised nose and a swollen face, as if he was reborn - in fact, it was indeed the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and he plunged into him and said: "Sanlang!"

Huacheng stretched out his hand to Xie Lian, and then he rushed back and took a step back, wrapped his arms around him, and said with a smile: "Brother, look, I said, you will definitely win, right?" He raised his face, took a closer look, and sighed, "You made yourself look like this again."

Where his fingertips stroked, the small silver butterfly fluttered and the scar faded. Xie Lian also smiled and said: "It won't happen next time!"

Huacheng raised his eyebrows and pretended to be cold: "There is no next time."

After a pause, Xie Lian smiled and said seriously: "Sanlang, I was in Tonglu Mountain before, I said that I have something to tell you after going out, do you still remember?"

Huacheng smiled and said: "Naturally remember. I remember every word my brother said."

Xie Lian lowered his head, it took a moment, he finally summoned up his courage, and said frankly: "Just now, Jun Wu revealed a few words, which is also related to this matter. To be honest, I should have told you a long time ago, but I have never been able to make up my mind. , I'm afraid you know..."

Huacheng Road: "I'm afraid I know that His Highness almost became a disaster in white clothes, right?"

"..."

Thanks for pity: "You...?"

Huacheng did not answer directly, but knelt down on one knee in front of him, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "How? Brother, so, do you remember?"

Why can't remember?

At that time, the nameless ghost often knelt down to him like this!

That pale smile overlapped with Huacheng's smile at the moment. Xie Lian's heart trembled, his feet softened, and he sat directly in front of him, muttering: "... Saburo... Yes, it's you!"

Huacheng smiled and maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee. The only remaining eye stared at him and said: "His Royal Highness, I have been watching you."

Xie Lian can only say one word: "You...you..."

He finally understood what Huacheng had said to him unintentionally in the past.

I see. He never thought that the nameless, it was Huacheng!

He knows it all. He saw it all. He is always there!

All of a sudden, all kinds of tastes and all kinds of words flooded into my heart. There is gratitude, there is shame, there is sadness, there is ecstasy, and there is a deeper, incurable love.

Xie Lian's chest was so propped up that it was about to explode, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word, so he could only slammed on it and shouted: "Sanlang!"

He seemed to only be able to say this word, and shouted again: "Sanlang!"

Huacheng was thrown down by him, sat on the ground with him, hugged Xie Lian, and laughed. The original fear and worry were swept away, Xie Lian tightly wrapped around his neck, smiled and wanted to cry.

But before the tears fell, he suddenly discovered something very bad.

Although Huacheng is a ghost, his body has never been different from ordinary people.

However, Huacheng, who is now hugged by him, has a bright red dress, but it is slightly transparent.