Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 297 Thunderbolt Messenger
Not to mention that Qi Xie is worried about Gucheng here, but in the black and white maze, Gucheng's Confucian robe has been broken into strands, hanging casually on his body.

Looking at his fair face now, he looked a little more tired, and took a few breaths. Gucheng held the already mottled and broken heart sword several times as if he was looking for the most suitable point, then raised his head and looked at across.

As far as the eye can see, Huang Yang Yaoxue has lost her former unrestrained demeanor. She is wearing a snow-white robe, but now it looks like it is broken in many places, and there is a sword mark on her handsome face, dripping with blood.

The bright red blood slowly dripped onto the ground along the cheeks, beating and deforming the already broken pieces.

"you've changed!"

Looking at the lonely city with squinted eyes, Huang Yang Yaoxue still couldn't hold back after all, and said what she had been wanting to say since they met.

Compared with the last time we met, the lonely city he faced this time always gave him an inexplicable feeling. He knew that the lonely city had changed and became different from the last time.

"I haven't changed!"

Shaking his head, Gucheng did not admit what kind of person he is, Gucheng believes that no one in this world can understand except himself.

No one can see clearly, not even Jue, the person who has been most closely tied to him, let alone Huang Yang Yaoxue?
He is even more impossible!
As for why Huang Yang Yaoxue felt that he had changed, perhaps only Gu Cheng himself could answer the reason.

After taking a look at Huang Yang Yaoxue, Gucheng opened his eyelids to both sides, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the long sword in his hand showed its sharpness again. Obviously, he had no good intentions to answer Huang Yang Yaoxue's meaning.

On the other hand, Huang Yang Yaoxue, seeing Gucheng like this, knew that the battle was about to start again, no, maybe it was a life-and-death conquest that was about to start again.

Slowly stroking the long knife in his hand, Huang Yang Yaoxue's expression showed a little intimacy, as if facing his own child, slowly stroking his back.

huh~~~
Hurrah!
Tick ​​Ayase Koku!
The breeze blows, through the pitch-black cracks, and hits into the phantom space, and the already shattered and shapeless chess pieces make a pleasant sound.

"kill!"

Whispering softly, Gucheng took action first, stepped forward with his sword, and struck out with his sword. However, the sword light lost the overwhelming momentum, and there was only a little silver light at the tip of the sword.

Reveal the breath of danger, death!
Seeing this sword, Huang Yang Yaoxue's expression became more dignified than ever. He didn't look down on this sword because it lacked momentum, on the contrary, it was because of the lack of momentum that he was dignified.

When the strength has reached their level, they can use their own true essence to influence the power of the world, so if they make a random move, the world will roar and the world will be in turmoil.

However, this kind of power, in the conquest of strong men of the same level, has very little effect, and it does not have much effect. Instead, it is like an isolated city.

The most terrifying thing is to condense the power into one point and achieve the ultimate introversion. It is like the difference between overwhelming wind and rain, and hidden needles that are even invisible when ignored.

Although the wind and rain are powerful, what harm can they do to people?But the needle is different. A slight touch will lead to a bloody ending.

If the timing is right, stabbing at the fatal place may even cause the ultimate result of killing with one blow.

"It's snowing!"

Seeing Gucheng's sword coming towards him, Huang Yang Yaoxue understood that if he didn't handle this move well, he might be seriously injured.

While secretly shocked by Gucheng's stronger strength than the previous one, Huang Yang Yaoxue's long knife spun and rolled up the wind and snow, which was also a move.

When Gucheng and Huang Yangyaoxue launched their second conquest and were about to fight for their lives, the God of War Ni, who had been searching for Huang Yangyaoxue in the black and white maze, finally approached the place where Gucheng and the two were. .

"Snow Lord, it's just ahead!"

Glancing ahead, although it was still pitch black, the flashing red dot in the heart lake told God of War Ni that Huang Yang Yaoxue was right ahead.

"It has been delayed for such a long time. I don't know how Xuejue is doing now. I hope it will be too late."

Glancing ahead again, God of War Yan took a deep breath, his expression solemn, but his footsteps became faster. Before long, God of War Yan saw that the scene in front of him had changed.

Finally, it is no longer pitch black, but a world of chess pieces with black and white wheel covers, but at this moment, these chess pieces have become dilapidated.

Not only that, but around the broken chess pieces, there are swords, lights and swords all over the four fields.

Seeing this scene, God of War understood that he had found the right direction this time. Huang Yang Yaoxue was right in front of him, with his eyelids drooping, God of War quickened his speed.

"Go!"

And when God of War finally found where Huang Yang Yaoxue was, and went to support him, Qi Xie, who had been fighting Huang Yang in shock in the distance, also stopped and glanced at this place from afar.

"I've tried my best to stop it, the result depends entirely on the fortune of your lonely city!"

Withdrawing his eyes, Qi Xie focused on the battle with Huang Yang Jingting, concentrating on it. With his seriousness, Huang Yang Jingting began to gradually fall into a disadvantage, and the invincibility began to appear.

On a snowy night, the color of blood is dark, in the grove, Yinghongxue rushes in a hurry, but at this moment, the grove has long lost its former vitality, instead it is a withered, yellow and desolate place.

"Lingbo is misty and steady, the clouds are cold and the moon is deep, and the snowflakes turn into fragrant dust. Fight for the beauty and drink, and be the master of Fangfei."

A voice as clear and beautiful as the stunning beauty of a city, a look at the city, and then a look at the country, whispering softly, it is a lifetime of youth.

The two voices are as clear and clear as the mountains and rivers, one word resists the wind and rain, and the other is chaotic, and the words are clear and clear, which is naturally a world.

At this moment, in the world filled with blood and darkness, a beautiful figure that was so beautiful that it was unmatched in the world, stepped forward and landed on the ground, and slowly stopped, with a green shirt fluttering in the wind.

As the name of the poem slowly disappeared, Ying Hongxue's figure appeared from behind the blue shirt, elegant and indifferent, with a beautiful face.

"Ok!"

After falling to the ground, Ying Hongxue's brows visibly furrowed a little, her beautiful eyebrows slightly wrinkled, arousing pity.

Snapped!
Stretching out his jade hand, Ying Hongxue's white fingertips suddenly showed a letter.

"Thunderbolt messenger?"

"I don't know who sent the letter!"

Ying Hongxue couldn't hide her doubts on her face. Although she was worried about Gucheng in her heart, the letter from the Thunderbolt messenger was always important. No matter how impatient she was, she had to read it.

Puchi!
With a slight movement of the finger, the envelope was torn in half, revealing the letter paper inside, which was only two thin pages.

PS: To make a complaint, Thunderbolt Messenger doesn't talk about the elusive agility and the law of never dying.

Just the fact that no one in the world can capture his whereabouts is already awesome, so as a chapter name, I personally don’t think it’s a problem at all.

Also, I don’t know if you have noticed that the delivery time of the letters of Thunderbolt Messenger is particularly accurate, and it can always answer the most critical questions at the most critical time.

so.
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