Chapter 112 Come and die together.

Murong Qiushui dares to use this trick arbitrarily now. But he can't do anything. If he doesn't have this move, maybe he will die, because he may not be able to withstand the storm of 300 people.

Murong Qiushui himself is in the fire and has a hard time.

The flames around him gradually receded. Murong Qiushui felt strange that others were burned to death and injured, while his own skin and muscles and bones felt burning and uncomfortable.

His body is as intact as before, and even his clothes are still without any trace of ashes.

What's going on?

How did he know that this fire was created by him? Because of the powerful release of his internal interest, it was retracted because of the convergence of the internal power of internal interest. This is the mystery.

Murong Qiushui vaguely felt that after using this trick, his internal strength seemed to be full a lot. Because he used a lot, now there is a big hollow. I believe that if these internal forces are filled with emptiness, the cultivation of internal forces will be further improved.

Even if it is a level upgrade, I'm afraid it's only one step away from the legendary swordsman. Because he is already the peak of the nine-star sword guard. Of course, it's just a little bit worse, but at this point, many people can't cross it.

Back to the scene.

Bai Ye's eyes were blank and dull, as if all this had been far away from him. From escorting Princess Wanxuan, to meeting this brother who looks like Murong Qiu, to being kidnapped without warning, to the unfolding of the light traveler's sword array, I still can't help this guy.

The guy surrounded by blazing fire stands like a fire god.

And the 300 light walkers on their side were either injured by the sword spirit, cut by the sword marks, and finally burned to death by the fire.

He knew that even if he lived again, it would be in vain.

Why?

Why do you suffer so much as a nurse in the ghost garden? Your mother died early. I finally won the qualification of the nursing home, and I originally wanted to compete for the head of the nursing home. But it was robbed by this unknown Murong Qiuqiu who came from nowhere.

It's just because he is fierce and powerful. At least better than myself. Therefore, the head of the courtyard had nothing to do with him, and all the scenery was taken away by the guy named Murong Qiuqiu.

And I'm just a small nursing home. Outsiders will give a little face, and none of the upper-class people inside will look up to him.

This is also why he tried his best to save this Princess Wanxuan. Take these credit and don't let those guys shut up.

But, but, but.

But this guy, this guy who pretends to be Murong Qiuqiu and makes himself misunderstand, is actually Murong Qiushui, Murong Qiuqiu's younger brother.

The elder brother is so arrogant and arrogant, and the younger brother is so domineering.

Why, why?

What are you on?

In my eyes, you are just a pile of manure, but they are higher than my martial arts skills.

Why?

You are just a dog, a dog driven by a ghost garden, or a dog driven by a woman.

You are also assholes, arrogant in front of me from the beginning?

Arrogant fart.

The past is like smoke, floating one by one in front of the white night.

Sadness and bitterness flashed in the mind of the white night. "" Why?

Oh, my God, earth.

God, earth.

If the sky has eyes and filial piety, why did my mother die in vain?

If the earth is affectionate and lives in a low voice, why does it end up like this?

Why such a bad and arrogant person, why so viciously kill countless people.

Will you live a good life? Will there be such arrogant capital?

What is the basis for all this?

Again, why?

I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced.

If the sky has no eyes, I will break the sky.

The earth is ruthless, and I will crack the ground.

"Drink..." A trace of evil light flashed in Bai Ye's eyes, and the blood and dirt on his face were ferocious and terrible. The rags broke their sleeves and blood flowed into rivers, and the blood stains of the brothers around them. They are for themselves, for this useless leader.

The leader of White Night.

I died for myself.

Hahahaha...

They are my brothers in Baiye.

You are all dead.

Why do I live alone?

The sword of the left hand was changed to the right hand, and only for a moment, this breath of life and death, this murderous atmosphere. It covered the whole sky and covered the whole battlefield.

"No... Murong, retreat..." Juanzong's face changed and she quickly shouted. Her own light skirt floated up, and the wind and snow dragon walked in the middle. She didn't believe that the white night would catch up.

But what stunned her was that Murong Qiushui did not move.

What is that doing?

I saw Murong Qiushui's head lowered, looking at his palm and the sword in his hand.

A piece of red.

Murong Qiushui was sad. This move is really extraordinary, but any extraordinary sword move that hurts others will hurt himself.

Suddenly, a breath like death suddenly came. Murong Qiushui was shocked. He just wanted to move the sword, but he found that his body was not under his control and could not move at all.

No wonder, no wonder.

No wonder when I used this trick to burn the sky, I didn't cause too much damage to my body. It turns out that the biggest damage is here. After using it, you must reply, and the temperature on your body will drop completely.

What to do.

White night's sword is getting closer and closer, like a death sickle, wanting to cut Murong Qiushui's throat, and the flame ripples around him have already faded. It will be a fatal blow to Murong Qiushui.

I didn't expect that Bai Ye's desperate counterattack would be so sharp and horrible.

The bodies along the way, Sha Shuo along the way, pushed to both sides of the road under the sharp sword spirit of the white night.

The sound of the wind and the sound of the sword.

Is this sword spirit?

Juanzong was stunned. He did not expect that not only Murong Qiushui, but also Bai Ye, a small five-star swordsman, could send out such a sword momentum.

"The white family's wind bell sword, the thirteenth sword, the wind is full of the sky!!! Kill, break!!!!"

Wow....

Blue-green sword marks, light green wave sword spirit. How can there be such a sword spirit, with a strong breath of death, as if the next moment, death will appear in front of you, swallow everything, pull everything away, and enter the underworld.

Bai Ye's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light. In this move, he vomited a lot of blood. What he didn't find was that there were black lines in his blood.

This forced use of the last sword of the family biography, not only hurts the body, but also hurts the soul.

Spray all the way. The sword spirit spread all the way.

I didn't expect that I, Bai Ye, would have such a sword move and such momentum. Surprise, go to hell.

"Roar, you're going to kill me, take your life..."

Murong Qiushui knew that it was useless to be anxious at this moment, but there was still 20 steps away, 20 steps, and he said silently in his heart.

"Burn the world, burn the sword of the sky, collect... Countless fires, come back..."

Juanzong was shocked and just wanted to help. But he saw Murong Qiushui release the flame sword move that burned the heaven and earth again.

"This guy, the burning sky of the ethereal sword is not used like this... This is simply suicide..."

Murong Qiushui's body was full of flames again, and he faintly saw it with his naked eyes, but the fluttering skirt was not damaged at all. But if someone thinks that this is not a hurtful flame, it is a big mistake.

The white night's sword had arrived, and he saw Murong Qiushui's flame sword rise in the air, but he did not retreat at all. If I will also be burned to death, let's kill you together."

Will you die together?

The voice of Bai Ye happened to be heard by Murong Qiushui, just a short distance away.

At that moment, the cold sword spirit, the sickle and sword spirit of death collided with Murong Qiushui's burning sword.

Cold and hot.

It's on the verge of breaking out.

"Talk about it..." A series of voices, like dragons, like ghosts. It rises to the sky and spreads everywhere.

"Bung the box..." The surrounding dust, sand and gravel shattered and retreated.

Two people fight against each other.

Within 50 steps.

It exploded.

There is a gap in the ground.

Although there is only a shallow layer, this is such a magnificent and shocking sword innovation.

How many candidates are there in the world?

Murong Qiu's blood-red eyes, because the temperature is too high, the face and skin begin to swell. It looks like a bloated abdomen.

It looks like this in the white night.

In Baiye's eyes, the black depth stared at Murong Qiushui. He saw the blood flowing from the corners of Murong Qiushui's mouth, which was shaken by his sword spirit or caused by this high-intensity temperature. It's all impossible.

Because this is enough. I don't care whether you are Murong Qiushui or Murong Qiu. Today, it fell here!!! Death!! The twelfth sword, cut through the air!!! Hiss" "Ss..." Murong Qiushui's sword also seemed to be screaming. Although they did not use the kind of artifact of Qingyu, at this moment, according to the master's call and the master's momentum.

Surrounded by sword spirit.

Flame flow.

The fire shines to the sky.

The black atmosphere is pervasive. Murong Qiushui's eyebrows tightened,

"Good!"

At this moment, he admired this white night guard.

Put it to death and then live.

Break and stand up.

can reflect the greatest sublimation of the swordsman.

Murong Qiushui's sword was wrapped with silk flames, one ring at a time. Following the sword spirit and the inner breath of Murong Qiushui, but it seemed that Murong Qiushui could not control it, and these flames had some impulse to trip. Drink..." Bai Ye was not like this. He didn't remember how much blood he had shed, let alone how much blood he spit out. He just knew that he was going to kill the guy in front of him in this battle.

Just to prove yourself, that small last breath.

The tree is alive just to compete for a skin.

People live only to fight for a breath.

He is not a villain in the white night, and he is not reconciled. At the moment when the 300 light walker brothers died, his soul wandered out of the sheath, felt the world and sighed at the world.

The vicissitudes of life, the vicissitudes of life.

No one is perfect, and things are wrong.

What do people live for?