Become the Lord God from adversity

Chapter 162 Closing
On the vast snowfield, Lengshuangcheng's eyes were full of hatred, staring at Xiao Zhongjian who blocked his way.

He exerted a little force with his five fingers, a little sword energy burst forth, and immediately there were five bloodstains on his cold and drunk neck.

"You really don't care about Lengzui's life, and you plan to let him be buried with me?" Lengshuangcheng pinched the powerless Lengzui, his eyes revealed jealousy and anger, and more of it was deep resentment.

"If I let you go like this, I will really ignore the cold and drunk."

"Qiang!" Tian Zhiyan was pulled out by Xiao Zhongjian, and the gleaming white blade and the light reflected by the snow field complemented each other, forming a cold light, pointing directly at Lengshuang City.

"Xiao Zhongjian..." Lengzui, feeling powerless all over, watched this scene with mixed emotions in his heart, not knowing what to say.

"En! Tianzhiyan!" Lengshuangcheng looked at Tianzhiyan in Xiao Zhongjian's hand, a greedy look flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, he used more force with his hand, almost stabbing five fingers on the cold drunk neck. A blood hole: "Xiao Zhongjian, leave Tian Zhiyan behind and get out of the way, otherwise, I will kill Leng Zui now!"

"No..." Leng Zui, who had been completely heartbroken by the betrayal of Lengshuang City, subconsciously shouted.

"Shut up!" Lengshuangcheng's complexion changed, he pointed out, and his true energy shot out, sealing Lengzui's mouth.

Immediately, Lengshuangcheng looked at Xiao Zhongjian again, with a sneer on his face: "Lengzui is your best brother, can you really just watch him die here?"

"You have no choice but to listen to me, leave Tian Zhiyan behind, and get out of the way. I promise, after leaving Aofeng, I will let go of my cold drunk immediately."

"Or, do you want to kill Leng Zui and me right here?"

Xiao Zhongjian's expression remained unchanged. Before he came, he had already made preparations to face everything.

Now that he has made a decision, he will naturally not change his mind just because of such a small sentence in Lengshuang City.

Tian Zhiyan pointed obliquely at the ground, Xiao Zhongjian stepped forward and walked towards the direction of Lengshuang City.

Step by step, he seemed to not see Lengzui held in the hands of Lengshuangcheng at all.

"Stop, don't come here again!" Seeing this, Lengshuangcheng hurriedly stepped back while shouting, pinching the five fingers on Lengzui's neck even harder.

"Hmm..." Leng Zui also let out a painful voice that was hard to breathe.

However, Xiao Zhongjian's pace still did not stop.

Before he came, he was mentally prepared for this kind of scene.

It's like turning a blind eye to everything and hearing but not hearing.

However, his pace became faster and faster, and the sword intent on his body became more and more uncertain.

At this time, he has thrown away all the shackles. In his eyes, he can't see the world, and he can't see other people, only Lengshuangcheng is alone.

At this time, there was a faint realization in his heart.

Why did Leng Yan make that agreement with him, why did Yue Zhou ask him that way before?

It turned out that for so many years, he had been trapped in his own mind.

That cage was the final test that Leng Yan left for her. It's a pity that he was finally broken until today.

The heart was firmly broken, and the sword intent in Xiao Zhongjian's chest gradually sublimated, as tall and insignificant as the sky, and everything was immovable.

His eyes were fixed on Lengshuang City, and he held the Heavenly Flame tightly in his hands. His mind was sharp and he could naturally calculate and sense things.

Facing Xiao Zhongjian's pressing step by step, Lengshuangcheng retreated again and again.

Although what he said before was arrogant, but the life of Leng Zui is equal to his own life.

Can he really be so decisive and give up his life straightforwardly?

Therefore, Xiao Zhongjian put on a rampant appearance, turning a blind eye to Leng Zui's life and death, but Lengshuangcheng exposed his true face of sternness and softness.

After all, if he could really see death as home, he wouldn't covet the artifact of the sky cast by Leng Yan.

As Xiao Zhongjian approached again and again, Lengshuangcheng retreated step by step, constantly threatening Xiao Zhongjian with drunkenness, trying to make him stop.

However, at this moment, Xiao Zhongjian seemed to ignore Leng Zui as if he didn't hear it, turned a blind eye to it, and didn't care about it at all.

Lengshuangcheng was flustered, his cultivation base was not as good as Xiao Zhongjian's, and he was still seriously injured, how could his retreating speed compare to Xiao Zhongjian's advancing speed?

Seeing Xiao Zhongjian getting closer and closer, Lengshuang City's panic reached the extreme, but finally turned into fury: "Since you want me to die, then Leng Zui must die with me!"

Knowing that Xiao Zhongjian was determined and that he couldn't escape at all, Lengshuangcheng finally gave up completely.

"Look, how Lengzui died at your hands! Then, with guilt, suffer the rest of your life! Hahaha..." Lengshuangcheng looked directly at Xiao Zhongjian with resentful eyes, and laughed madly, at the same time , Among the five fingers, sword energy pierced out.

Feeling the sharp edge from the neck irritating the skin, Lengzui closed his eyes.

Perhaps, dying like this is also different, at least, you don't have to suffer from this ridiculous world anymore.

Before dying, Leng Zui had a serene demeanor, even a look of relief.

These years of entanglement was a kind of torture for Xiao Zhongjian, so why not for him?
It wasn't until today that I realized that all these years of torture were all a joke, a lie.

What he believes in is not human, and what he hates is not human. Today's truth is revealed, but it is a greater torture for him.

It's better to leave here, and it's over.

Just when the dog jumped over the wall in Lengshuang City and Leng Zui was disheartened, he heard a cold voice: "It's finally here."

On this eerie white snowfield, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, and even the dark clouds that shrouded the sky all year round also opened a gap.

Light, clear light, unfettered light, lit up at the same time as the sound sounded.

That is the light of the sword, that is the style of the sword.

Leng Zui, who was waiting to die with his eyes closed, did not feel the sword energy piercing his throat and tearing apart his flesh and blood, but a warm palm rested on his shoulder from behind, patted him, and then left.

At the same time, a familiar voice sounded, with a smile: "Leng Zui, it's all right."

Leng Zui opened his eyes, almost feeling like he saw a hallucination.

On top of Aofeng, where the sun never shines all year round, on top of the pale snowfield, Leng Zui actually saw a ray of golden sunlight falling from the sky.

Dye this pale snowfield into a golden color.

It's dreamy and beautiful.

However, this dreamy beauty lasts too short.

Soon, the dark clouds above the sky closed again, the golden sunlight disappeared, and the snow field became pale again.

The shocking beauty disappeared, and Leng Zui came back to his senses: "What happened?"

At this moment, a burst of true power poured into his body, breaking through the blockade that sealed his true energy and blood, allowing him to regain his ability to move.

Leng Shuangcheng's hand was still on his neck, but at this time it had lost its temperature and was extremely cold.

The climate in Aofeng is different from that of the outside world. Without real energy to protect the body, a person's body will instantly turn into a piece of solid ice.

Lengzui turned his head and saw everything clearly. The father who made him confused, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

He died with such an attitude, surprise, bewilderment, resentment, anger, greed, etc., were all frozen in this moment.

His body was covered with frost, his skin was blue and purple from the cold, and a thin sword mark on his neck was clearly visible.

Leng Zui could see clearly, that was the cause of his death, and sealed his throat with a sword.

"What the hell is going on..." Leng Zui shook his head, but was puzzled.

Xiao Zhongjian and Lengshuangcheng often fight duels, and they know their respective strengths well.

Therefore, Lengshuangcheng made a move when Xiao Zhongjian was about to approach the limit distance, and wanted to die with Lengzui.

Because, he knew that if he let Xiao Zhongjian get closer, once he got within the distance, with Xiao Zhongjian's strength, it would be impossible for him to kill someone in front of his eyes.

However, it is obvious that the distance is well established, why is this still the case?
Those who have this question are not only the dead Lengshuang City, but also the living Lengzui.

After years of hostility, he naturally knows the bottom line of Xiao Zhongjian's strength.

Xiao Zhongjian's tone was indifferent: "Just now, Lengshuangcheng thought that the distance between me and him was stuck beyond the limit of my shot."

"However, what he doesn't know is that he has never seen my limit."

After many years of confrontation, the gap between Lengshuang City and Xiao Zhongjian has always been only a thin line.

However, that was never Xiao Zhongjian's limit.

Cold Frost City doesn't have the qualifications yet, see his limit.

After getting this answer, I was speechless.

"Let's go, go back and meet senior with me." Xiao Zhongjian said with a dazed look on his face.

"Ha." Leng Zui laughed at himself: "Am I still qualified to see her?"

"Everything happened because of Lengshuang City, senior won't blame you." Xiao Zhongjian said again: "Besides, senior is not resurrected, I'm afraid there won't be much time, you really don't want to see her?" '

"Alas!" Sighed, Lengzui nodded, followed Xiao Zhongjian towards Tianhuoju.

However, he stopped and looked at the frozen Frost City: "I want to bury him first."

"Even if he is not, he was my father after all."

Xiao Zhongjian nodded, didn't speak, didn't move, just let Lengzui be busy.

Leng Zui picked up Leng Shuangcheng's body and went to Leng Shuanghan's house. In the center of the small courtyard, he built a tomb for Leng Shuangcheng.

In the end, a wooden sign was used as the monument, and there was no name or surname on the monument.

Leng Zui erected an unnamed tomb for Lengshuang City. Perhaps this monument represents his current mood.

After everything was done, Leng Zui stood in the middle of the small courtyard and looked around. It was a familiar environment, but he could never go back.

On the small table, there was a bottle of wine that he had warmed before he left, but now the wine had turned into ice.

Walking out of the small courtyard, Leng Zui turned around and took a last look at this cold house.

Laughing at himself, he turned around and stabbed, and the snow fell, covering the small courtyard.

"Aren't you coming back?" Xiao Zhongjian walked up silently and asked.

"Not coming back."

Leng Zui turned around and didn't take another look.

The lights of death go out, the entanglement of grievances and resentments disappears, and the curtain ends.

　Thanks for the comments from Opposition, sztnt, Bitch Ruthless, and Axiang Buqunzhifang.

　　
　
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