Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 167 You are defeated!
"Did you lose again?"

Gucheng bowed his head, whispering nana, his eyelids drooped, covering his tall forehead and dark pupils, at a glance, he couldn't see the expression covered by his long hair.

There was only a low whisper, which slowly came out with the breeze, and reached Ni Shenyang's ears.

"You are no match for me after all!"

Ni Shenyang smiled faintly, and said, but his expression was not as aloof and domineering as before, but instead seemed to be mixed with a touch of luck.

Fortunately, just now Gucheng's sword, the momentary cold light made him shudder and wake him up.

If it wasn't for the fact that he has a strong body, he has the instinct to resist all things, and he is naturally compatible with all things in the world, the sword just now would not only have pierced his chest.

At this time, he had probably passed through his heart and killed him with a single blow.

Fortunately, this is where it came from.

"You are defeated!"

The three words murmured are like thunder, oppressing the lonely city, a generation of strong rebels against God, for hatred, for resentment, for oneself, and faint three words, telling the truth of one's heart.

It also tells about the upcoming ending.

The magnificence of the rivers and lakes is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and the ghosts and monsters of the rivers and lakes are beyond the foreseeability and encounter of ordinary people.

There are many changes in the world. Some people draw their swords and sing, but they only want to be a hero; landscape.

The rivers and lakes are changeable, the people in the rivers and lakes are even more changeable, the rivers and mountains are changeable, and the masters of the rivers and mountains have also changed several times.

But in this world, in this world, there are always some things that are unchangeable, and the world calls them the truth.

In other words, they are rules.

And in the Jianghu, the most talked about rule is that if you lose, you will die. In the Jianghu, this has changed through the ages and has never changed.

The three characters fall, like thunder, like a gust of wind, like roaring, and like galloping, the violent storm on the pavement, the thrilling thunder surging secretly, all of these have now fallen on Gucheng.

It fell on the sword master who was perfect at swordsmanship.

"You are defeated!"

Seeing that Gucheng looked down and didn't move, as if he hadn't heard it, Ni Shenyang spoke again. This time, he no longer murmured, but turned to Ling Ran, but it was more like a roar.

Thunder exploded, rumbling!
Step! Step! Step!
After the words fell, Ni Shenyang stepped towards the lonely city, and his steps fell on the undulating land, and the land naturally smoothed out, as if welcoming the arrival of his own king.

Footsteps fell, making a stomping sound.

Stirring the heart lake of the lonely city, it spread into his heart.

When Ni Shenyang was wearing a divine robe and walked in front of Gucheng, he suddenly raised his head, looked up at Ni Shenyang in front of him, and said lightly: "Give me three years, you are not as good as me!"

Expressionless, as cold as ice!
"Unfortunately, you have no time!"

There was a glaring sharpness between the eyes, like a sharp sword, piercing into Ni Shenyang's heart lake, for some reason, after his words fell, Ni Shenyang felt himself, unexpectedly unable to refute.

It was as if, his glance was the truth, and three years later, he was really no match for him.

Such thoughts made him shy and ashamed, as if only by using a more explosive and cruel tone could he win back everything he had lost, for example, confidence!
Ni Shenyang won this battle!
But he felt that he had lost! He had lost his self-confidence, and he couldn't believe that after three years, he would still be able to defeat Gucheng as he is now.

His self-confidence is gone! During the previous battle, he turned into powder, and drifted melodiously all over the sky with the breeze.

But he didn't realize it until now.

Because of the loss of self-confidence, the lonely city is going to die, it has to die now, it is blocked, it is in front of its eyes.

Ni Shenyang's eyes were full of anger, as if only the demise of the lonely city could allow him to regain his confidence and become that Ni Shenyang who looked down on the world again.

Otherwise, as long as he closes his eyes, he will feel that in the dark night, a little cold light is shooting at him, shooting at his eyes, shooting at his heart, and then exploding into that black and white intertwined sword, killing kill him!
"Die!"

Seeing Gucheng still staring at him, Ni Shenyang opened his mouth lightly, his expression restrained in an instant, nothing remained, only coldness and ruthlessness, writing the end of the story.

Final ending, lonely city, death!
Death seemed to be the final destination, everything in front of him turned into a golden light, Gucheng opened his eyes trying to see clearly, to see clearly.

After a breath, he saw clearly and understood that it was the ultimate secret skill that belonged exclusively to the God of Elves. The overwhelming black and yellow color was the flow of his forbidden source.

Thinking of these, Gucheng felt that he had fallen into darkness, as dark as the sun, darker than the darkest night he had ever encountered, as black as deep ink; darker than the most bleak darkness he had ever encountered , the night is bleak!
pain!
Biting pain!
Heartbreaking pain!
It was a more thorough pain than any memory pain.

He can even smell his own blood, fishy and sweet, and he can hear the sound of his skull breaking, click, click!
The eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, like a huge boulder hanging from the upper eyelids, forcibly pulling his eyelids to fall downwards, falling continuously, until the lowest point, there is nothing to fall!
Memories began to surge, the first bits and pieces, the hope and longing to redeem the world, the search in a daze, the pursuit without hope, the pursuit of one's own origin.

At the moment when the memory was awakened, there was panic, fear, and resistance, but in the end all turned into powerlessness, just like the current powerlessness.

There is no way, no strength, no hope.

The fall of despair is bound to be equivalent. When he faces death, the things he was worried about will end after all. He doesn't have to face the strife from the so-called body and the so-called incarnation.

Because he is going to die!
However, the beginning of death, is it not the greatest despair?
The end of reincarnation is of course equivalent, ending despair with death, but one does not know that death is the most desperate despair.

Thinking about it, Gucheng slowly closed his eyes, but at the moment of closing his eyes, a beautiful image flashed in his mind, in Tsing Yi and thin shirt, elegant and elegant!
Thinking about it, Gucheng couldn't help laughing!
Smile, open and close your mouth!
Yinghongxue!
This belongs to the name of that shadow city!
Dividing line

At night, the lights are bright, illuminating the lost people, and their hearts are far away, like a lonely traveler.

As far as the eye can see, it is scattered and messy light, the sword light is dazzling, causing little waves, black, white, silver, three colors intertwined, like a sword dance.

It is sword dance, it is also sword martial arts, and it is even more sword enlightenment!
A breath of cold window is not as good as life and death in a moment, a moment of vigilance is not as good as a little bit of yin and yang, from being at a loss in reincarnation, choosing between Geng and Li, pursuing the most successful path, looking for the most extreme point! A moment of cold light, the sky is full of silver light.

殇!
Moonlight!
Alone, dancing with a sword!
(End of this chapter)