Chapter 698 Forgiveness

Wang Wujian held Sikong Zixian's hand tightly. The male and female bracelets touched each other through two layers of sleeves but also emitted a golden light. The two were almost shrouded in a golden light. One held the overpass map in his hand, majestic, like a god, and the other was like frosty, graceful, like a fairy in the palace.

Among the people present, in addition to the white sword school and the black clothes who have seen the power of male and female bracelets with their own eyes, other people have heard of its name. At this time, although they did not see the male and female bracelets, they can also feel its extraordinaryness. Everyone is salivating and rubbing their hands. Who is not moved by such magic weapons?

"Hey hey! It's really a little fairy spirit." The ghost said to himself.

Hearing the words in black, he turned his head slightly and glanced at the Thames ghost. A trace of unhappiness flashed in his eyes. What he was most worried about was that the male and female bracelets fell into the hands of the Thames ghost. I'm afraid it would be difficult to come back. After all, this is a magic weapon that can't be seen for thousands of years.

"The people you are waiting for must be them?" The ghost asked.

"Ha ha, that's good!" Hei Yi smiled cheerfully, as if the treachery had succeeded. He smiled and said, "The two juniors were ignorant. Unexpectedly, they accidentally took away the male and female bracelets at the Treasure Viewing Conference, which made the White Sword School lose face in full view of the public. Later, in the pursuit, they injured the two of the Whites. It can be said that they were seriously injured because of them. This also made the thousand-year majesty of the White Sword School suddenly sweep the floor. Ha ha, I heard that Bai Shiqian has been sick in bed so far! So I dare to conclude that the White Sword Sect learned the news yesterday and will come here today anyway!"

After the black clothes finished speaking, a cunning light flashed in his deep eyes.

"Hmm! What a trick to kill people with a knife, what a trick to fish in the water!" The ghost sneered.

The scorching sun seems to be the breeze to escape the summer heat. The birds and beasts on both sides of the mountain are also quietly hiding in the shade to rest. It is quiet, as if everything on the earth has stopped working at this moment.

"Master! What are you doing? With so many heroes here, it's appropriate to make a quick decision. It's better to do it first!" A person next to Shangde said.

Although Shangde Zhenren is old and angry, he is not so hot-headed. Although there are many masters in the scattered immortals on both sides, they are their own. There is no lack of a life-or-death competition, but there is no need to worry. The key is that the person opposite the divine arrow hall is the trouble. Although it is far away from each other, he can feel that the cultivation of the black clothes cannot be underestimated. The figure of the old man beside him is a little familiar and can't think of it, but it is certain that the old man's cultivation is not the same as his own.

Wang Wujian looked around, smiled coldly and said, "Look, are we monkeys?"

Sikong Zixian doesn't know what to say? Should I be comforted? Or should it be attached?

Nowadays, people are knives and fish. What else can we do besides life?

"Whew!"

An arrow shadow just flew between Wang Wujian and Sikong Zixian. The speed of the arrow was so fast that the two did not notice it. The powerful arrow spirit drove a whirlwind, and half of their bodies trembled slightly.

The arrow crossed the shoulders of the two people, as fast as the lightning of the sky, flying to the angry Shangde real person in front of him.

Shangde's real face changed slightly and greeted each other with a sword. If he dodged, it would immediately attract criticism. Pangu sword was like a pear blossom. In the sword film, a white lotus was born, blocking the turbulent ten thousand hooks.

Sitting down, the god riding Mo Qilin also became extremely angry. It's not to mention the murderous Shangde. Twelve disciples of the White Sword School immediately shot their anger at the people in the front of the Divine Arrow Hall. In this world, there was a quick murderous atmosphere.

The people watching the battle on both sides are secretly happy. The two tigers will definitely hurt each other. At that time, the death of the two magic weapons will be up to strength and luck.

"What a move to ask the way! Kill the number of eagles with one stone!" The ghost said, "What a pity! Stealing chickens can't eat a handful of rice, hey hey!"

Put away the bow and arrow in black clothes, smiled faintly, and didn't say anything.

Originally, this arrow was only under the guise of shooting Wang Wujian and Sikong Zixian. In fact, it wanted to test the power of the legendary Pangu sword, and also deter the heroes on both sides, and it could stimulate the morale of a group of people.

Unfortunately, he only achieved his first goal, that is, Shangde Zhenren may be the most difficult to deal with among more than 100 people in the audience except for the Taem ghost. He even easily blocked his proud arrow, but sighed in his heart that he did not take the treasure of this door, otherwise he would have a chance of winning.

"You go first!" Wang Wujian held Sikong Zixian's hand tightly and said, his eyes were blood-red, as if he had been staying up late for many days. The black light released by the overpass map shrouded the surrounding ten steps, and Sikong Zixian's snow-white clothes also became dim.

"No!" Sikong Zixian shook her head, as if she had returned to the scene of being trapped in the abyss of death. The difference was that last time she couldn't bear to leave because of the love of her peers, and this time because the love in her heart made her unable to leave, and there was no trace of fear.

After hearing that after people go to the area, the king of hell will ask him a question: "What did you think of before you die?"

Perhaps only at the time of life and death can we truly realize everything and know what we really need and love.

Just like now, Sikong Zixian inexplicably left his father and all his brothers and was taken to the State of Qin alone. If it hadn't been for the company of the man around him, how could he happily persisted until now?

For dozens of days, life and death have been dependent on each other. Even if the heroes are encircling and suppressing at present, what are they afraid of?

If you can't fall in love in life, you will fall in love after death.

Wang Wujian loosened Sikong Zixian's hand, slightly ** the corners of his eyes, blocked the overpass map in front of Sikong Zixian, and said secretly, "If you don't leave, we may not be able to live. Let's leave one person to collect the body!"

Sikong Zixian for a while, the magic spirit emanating from the overpass map is that his mind is also attracted from time to time, not to mention the Wang Wu sword refined with blood. The black true qi infected his whole body, like a demon general.

"God, we still have a glimmer of hope." Sikong Zixian took his arm and said softly, "There are many of them. There are a group of rabbles on both sides, and they have ghosts in the front and back. None of them will try their best. Just like yesterday, we will definitely have a chance to escape!"

Sikong Zixian gently persuaded, in order to awaken the spirit of Wang Wujian, so as not to be completely invaded by the magic spirit of the overpass map. In the eyes of others, this is an overpass map, because it can use the power of thunder and lightning, but for Wang Wujian, it is a magic halberd, which will induce his bloodthirsty magic halberd, just like the spirit in his body. Similarly, after each use of luck, the magic will deepen one layer.

Wang Wujian turned his head slightly and looked at Si Kong Zixian. The weak voice in his ear echoed in his heart like the sound of nature, purifying the blood-red figure in front of him.

The kindness of the little hidden old man came to my mind, "There is nothing that can't be solved!"

Wang Wujian was never willing to tell others about his inner confusion, but every time he encountered difficulties, he could not escape the eyes of the old man Xiaoyin. Every time it was this sentence, which made Wang Wujian's words in his heart have nowhere to hide.

"Are you afraid?" Sikong Zixian asked, as helpless as a lost lamb as when he was trapped in the abyss of death.

Wang Wujian smiled, grabbed Sikongzi's cool jade hand and said, "Afraid! Of course I'm afraid! But there is nothing that can't be solved!" Wang Wujian said it word by word.

Sikong Zixian opened his smile. As Wang Wujian turned his head, a sad cloud appeared on his face, because the black light of the overpass map not only did not weaken, but became thicker and thicker, spreading to within 20 steps. Even if the black gas enveloped his whole body, there was a faint green light flashing on his neck.

The more people on both sides gathered, and when they saw the shocking magic emitted by the overpass map, everyone felt its horror, but it also aroused everyone's possessiveness.

"You, who will come first?" Wang Wujian shouted.

A black light spewed out from the overpass map. With the movement of Wang Wujian, it swept everyone's face, as if to cut off everyone's head.

Fear, uneasiness, excitement...

It was lit up by the black light.

The overpass map circled and finally stopped in the direction of the Arrow Hall.

More than 20 people are unmoved. Although they gathered 100 meters away, Sensen's murderous atmosphere made people feel angry, and they couldn't help shivering.

The ghost put away his smile, and the black figure reflected in his eyes. His cheeks twitched slightly, and the true air all over his body flew the dust under his feet.

His fists were clenched in black, and the magic light of the overpass map shined directly on him. Although he could feel that Wang Wujian's cultivation was flat, a strong uneasiness surged into his heart at this time. He didn't understand how Wang Wujian pointed the spearhead at him?

The pressure to meet the ghost next to himself and the mutation at the scene have made him breathless. If he fails this time, what will be his position in the Arrow Hall in the future? Even life is not in order!

"Go to hell!" Wang Wujian shouted loudly, swinging the overpass map and rushing over, leaving a deep scratch on the ground.

He hated the God Arrow Hall. He almost lost his life. He was involved in black and provoked the living ghost faction, and blocked it here. He was surrounded by the heroes. If he died, he would pull him to cushion his back.

Sikong Zixian wanted to stop, but Wang Wujian had already fight with the black clothes.

A pair of bright eyes stared at the undulating figure, and the emotion in his heart surged like waves. More than a month ago, the man worked so hard, for himself and for him.

The sky began to change color; the strong wind to tear the earth apart.

Black clouds cover the scorching sun, and there are only gloomy figures under the sky.

The black light fog emitted from the overpass map is intertwined with the black light emitted by the broken soul gun in black, echoing the black clouds in the sky.

A halberd, a shot, like two huge storm eyes, swallowed up most of the black gas between heaven and earth in an instant, and the two huge shadows * surrounded by the spectators retreated one after another.

"Bang"

Two dark shadows collided, light and shadow, and air masses were everywhere, sweeping the earth like a storm.

The two flew away separately, and the black clothes took nine steps in the air before landing safely. Although they could not see the change of their faces, the Taiwen ghost next to the stunned eyes did not dare to despise Wang Wujian. Although the two fought for only a moment, Wang Wujian fought desperately at the beginning. Lang's posture made the black clothes unprepared and could only try his best to resist.

Wang Wujian fell to the ground and retreated more than a dozen steps before he stabilized his body. His abdomen was shaken a little and forcibly suppressed.

"Cough," the black man covered his heart with his left hand, pretending to be injured, and said respectfully to the Thames ghost, "Please do it, Mr. Thames."

The ghost met with a gloomy smile and strode forward, like a drunkard, emitting a twisted breath all over his body.

A pair of thin fists hit two air masses, straight * Wang Wujian, ten fingers stretched out, and half-finger-long nails were dark and hard, like ten iron thorns.

Wang Wujian shouted secretly. Although he didn't see Jiu Lao take action with his own eyes yesterday, he could feel the profoundness of his cultivation. Even the male bracelet did not cause harm on his body. The cultivation of the ghost in front of him was also the same as the Jiu Lao. He secretly scolded that he was despicable in black and found a live ghost faction to suppress him.

With a wave of the overpass map, he stabbed his face, and the ghosts dodged repeatedly. Although he was aggressive, he knew the power of the overpass map in his heart and did not dare to take it with his body. In front of such a magic soldier, I'm afraid that "Turtle Armor Magic Power" is also difficult to resist.

"Grandpa?" Bai Ye said to Shang Dezhen, "If you don't do it now, when will you wait?"

"Well, you can't calm down again?" Shang Dezhen said coldly, "Don't you understand the principle that snipe and clams compete with each other, and fishermen get profits? People in their early twenties are still so angry!"

Bai Ye was unconvinced. His father was almost beaten in half, and he almost died. He has never suffered such cowardly since he was a child. The enemy is in front of him. How can he calm down?

"Grandpa, I lost my face because of this boy. Now the heroes are watching. It's just when we regain our prestige, and now we are standing here watching the battle. What's the difference from those unknown people?"

"Huh! Fortunately, you still know that there are heroes present. Shangde gave him a blank look and stopped talking.

"Young master, wait a minute. The old master's intention is not unreasonable. Even if we get two magic weapons now, we may not be able to retreat completely. Black clothes are waiting for us to take action. If we can't calm down at this time, it is just making up with people. If we can't get the benefits, we are afraid that we will be at a disadvantage." The blood Taoist stood up and said.

Bai Ye stared at him angrily and stepped back and stopped talking.

Wang Wujian condensed Zhenyuan into the overpass map and flew vigorously to the ghost.

The ghost smiled faintly and said, "Let me give up my life and try whether this magic soldier is sharp or not?"

A golden figure flashed in a black area. Although the Taim ghost reached the high level of "Tertoiseshell Magic", he did not dare to forcibly take a blow when Wang Wujian was full of energy.

There are tigers and wolves on all sides, and the only open space seems to be a ring. Wang Wujian and the Thai ghost are fighting like two beasts, and their bodies are constantly changing.

The black clothes raised the bow that accompanied him for half his life, put on an arrow, and shot in a straight line.

There are just three people standing in this straight line. The ghost fights against Wang Wujian in the direction of black, and Wang Wujian is followed by Shangde Zhenren sitting on Mo Qilin.

Wan hooks and arrows roared. Wang Wujian had seen it for a long time. He shook a halberd and jumped and dodged. The ghost was already on guard against the black clothes. He heard the sound of the bow and turned over and jumped away. He didn't want to be tested by the black clothes to find out how high his cultivation was. An arrow flew impartially to Shangde.

"Zeng"

A crisp impact sounded, and the holy sword spirit overflowed from the Pangu sword, covering Shangde's ugly face.

"Grandpa?" Bai Ye was furious and said, "They have bullied me. Do you still have to endure it?"

Shangde Zhenren was extremely angry, and he was even more angry when he said it, but he still suppressed his anger and floated all his life. How could he not understand the truth of patience?

"Don't be impatient. It won't take much effort to have a fierce battle. At that time, are you still afraid that it will be difficult to dispel your hatred?" The blood Taoist said.

"Humph!" Bai Ye stared at the black clothes angrily. The pride revealed in the eyes of the black clothes made him angry, and he couldn't wait to break the black clothes into ten thousand pieces.

Black clothes are a little unhappy. If it was Wang Wujian who just turned his back on him, it may be the opposite of the current result, but now that he has angered the White Sword Sect, it is equivalent to a demonstration. Anyway, today's battle is inevitable.

A few drops of sweat were thrown out along Wang Wujian's chin and slipped through an arc in the air and fell to the ground. The powerful devouring power of the overpass map made him a little weak. The real yuan in his body seemed to pass faster and faster. Thames were like playing, but it only consumed Wang Wujian's physical strength and Jingyuan, but it was not painful to kill.

I don't know when the black clothes rushed into the crowd. He took the bow again and set up three golden hook arrows. With the surge of the airflow, he roared to the ghost who turned his back to him.

Before the arrows arrived, the wind was approaching. The three arrows hit a powerful force like huge palms. Wang Wujian's eyes quickly jumped up, and the ghost suddenly became angry. Unexpectedly, the black clothes plotted against him again, so he stood still and bounced back an arrow back.

Everyone suddenly felt a little more in awe of this thin old man, but at that moment, Shangde's real face was not very good, and there was some doubt in his eyes, and the knife and gun were invulnerable. It seemed that he had seen it decades ago.

"Ah, ah"

Two screams sounded, interrupting Shangde's meditation. The two disciples were shot by flying arrows and died.

Shangde Zhenren was angry and ashamed. An old face became ferocious. He looked at the black clothes angrily. He sat down and roared uneasily. Two fierce lights radiated from the big eyes of the copper bell. The holy light of the Pangu sword turned into an invisible light. He scolded in his heart, but he still did not do it after all.

"Grandpa?" Bai Yeliang shouted with his sword, "It's tolerable, which one can't be tolerable?"

Shangde Zhenren abandoned the ink unicorn and flew up. The holy light emitted by the Pangu sword left a white tail in the air, like a sliding comet, pressing on the black clothes.

The black clothes were full of shock. I didn't expect him to attack him at such a fast speed and strength. The people next to him were also quite shocked. The loss of the city gate was bound to catch fire and the pond fish. While the person around him was shocked by the profound cultivation of Shangde, the black clothes grabbed him and threw him out. Then he retreated a few steps and stabilized and appeared a fairy. Sword.

In the face of so many people around him, Shangde thought that it was difficult to kill this shield, so when the sword arrived, the backhand took him to the ground, and then the blade turned and fought with the black clothes.

Is Shangde Zhenren a false name? With a hundred years of cultivation and a peerless sword, he was even more angry, and the black clothes were caught off guard and felt difficult before a few strokes.

"Mr. Taim, please help me!" The black clothes opened Shangde Zhenren and shouted loudly, trying to give the hot potato to the Thames ghost and personally went to clean up Wang Wujian.

Sure enough, as soon as Shang Dezhen heard the word "Tham", his face suddenly changed, and the battle decades ago came to his mind, and the anger in his heart instantly passed on to the Thaim ghost.

"Won"

A wide holy light flashed, separating Wang Wujian from the ghost, and a huge opening on the ground.

Wang Wujian turned over and dodged, but he was not worried that the old man would attack him, because the light of the Pangu sword was almost concentrated into a pillar of light, covering the ghost.

"Are you, the living ghost, the ghost?" Shangde asked with hatred.

"Hey hey, that's good. I finally have a little memory!" Tem laughed and said, "The brainless father who killed you in those years should have even sent you away, so that he could be his companion on the way. He was bullied by the little ghost!" It also saves me from wasting my energy today.

"Huh! I have two great wishes in my life: the first is to avenge my father, and the second is to protect the birth of my strange treasure. Speaking of this, Shang De looked at Wang Wujian fiercely. His purpose of coming here was also to get rid of his shame. "I didn't expect that I had the honor to fulfill these two wishes at the same time today."

"Haha, haha, I'm going to look at how much progress I can make today when I waved my head to the coward decades ago." The ghost said loudly.