Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

Liushang Jun's eyes fell on the many black robes, whispering: "Why did the archers follow us?"

King Xiling glanced at him and seemed not surprised: "It seems that their target is here."

"I didn't sense any demonic energy." Liushang Jun looked at the back of the Ten Evils: "His realm is stable, and he doesn't look like a fallen demon at all."

"The Black Evil Archers are a group of tough opponents." King Xiling pondered and said: "Let's see what happens."

The two saints did not plan to take the initiative for the time being.

However, the mad owl on the top of the mountain was at the peak of momentum at this time. His eyes swept over the two top ten saints, and the next moment he snorted coldly, stomped his toes on the ground, and collapsed the sea of ​​clouds with a bang.

The space within ten miles sank a lot.

He turned directly into a meteor and smashed into Huang Qixia above the top of the mountain.

The mad owl Lu Shuihu is a martial saint.

Because of his identity as one of the Ten Evils and the crimes he committed, he was unable to enter the Martial Saint Pavilion. However, in terms of his cultivation realm, his strength was no less than that of the Sword Saint Huo Qiushui.

Martial Saint is also quite unique among the many saints.

In the West, the victory or defeat between saints is usually based on the presentation of the inner world as a means of game, just like two drivers driving super robots fighting each other.

But the Martial Saint is different. He is more like a fusion of the super robot, and his every move has the ability to break through space.

There is no such thing as inner and outer scenes for Martial Saints. Their Tao focuses on destruction rather than creation. Every Martial Saint is the embodiment of destruction.

Therefore, the Martial Saint does not have an ‘inner scene’ that can be released externally. He transforms himself into a small world, taking the world into himself, rather than taking himself into the world.

To put it more bluntly...

If the ‘self-world’ is regarded as a sphere, the ordinary sainthood is that this sphere spreads out and wraps itself in it; while the Martial Saint compresses it and integrates it into himself, so as to obtain the violence of creating the world.

This is undoubtedly another route.

Scathach's route is called the kingly way, and Lyudmila's route is called the way of seeking, so the route taken by the Martial Saint can be called the domineering way.

The advantage of the domineering way is that it focuses on destructive power. It is also the most aggressive among the canonized saints, and every move can break the space.

The nearly invincible defense of the Holy Domain is as fragile as paper under the iron fist of the domineering Martial Saint.

One of the standards of the Martial Saint is to break the void.

Huang Qixia is not a canonized saint, has no Holy Domain, and does not rely on this method for defense. The colorful fire feathers behind her sense and activate themselves, turning into long red ropes and chains, wrapping around the mad owl.

Bypassing the arms that can tear the space apart with bare hands, the target is his relatively less powerful parts, such as the waist and abdomen, such as the shoulder blades.

The momentum of the mad owl's impact slowed down slightly. Facing the entangled fire feathers, he directly tore them apart with his bare hands, and the broken fire feathers turned into pieces of feathers suspended in the air, spreading all over the sky.

Huang Qixia raised her right hand and clenched it in the air. All the fire feathers were detonated, and the highly compressed energy was detonated. The power generated was no less than hundreds of kilograms of high explosives. Several nearby peaks were cut off from the top of the three flowers, becoming bald.

The black evil archers did not dare to approach rashly, and the aftermath of the explosion was blocked by Polaris with his bare hands.

Bai Yu looked at Polaris's back and could feel that he was accumulating strength. His eyes were like a prairie wolf lurking in the moonlight, patiently staring at his opponent, waiting for the moment when the prey exposed its flaws.

Not only him, all other archers had the same reaction.

They should actually know that this level of fighting is not something they can participate in, but... they all showed no fear of life and death, and even no hesitation.

Bai Yu felt bitter in his heart.

He knew that this group of people could be regarded as good people. What's wrong with eliminating demons and defending the way? What's wrong with preparing for a rainy day and extinguishing Mars in advance?

But there are many things in this world that cannot be explained by reason. After all, everyone has their own reasons and ideas. But as long as one party is unwilling to compromise, the result is bound to evolve into a more brutal and bloody conflict.

Tianliangxing noticed Bai Yu's silent expression and whispered: "You don't have to be too nervous. Once the war starts, you can just run away... It's not shameful to escape. Other archers have the same idea. We can't let the apprentices who haven't grown up die here."

Bai Yu was silent for a moment and said, "I won't leave."

Tianliangxing didn't persuade him anymore. He had already drawn the bowstring and tied it to the Black Evil Bow.

...

"Be prepared." King Xiling sent a message to Liushangjun: "Kuangxiao is going to do his best."

As soon as the voice fell.

In the sky filled with the blazing heat of the exploding fire feathers, a line of afterimage rushed out. His speed was too fast. After a second of rushing past, the direction of countless clouds was disturbed and chased after the rushing afterimage, just like punching the top of the waterfall, blasting the waterfall against the current.

The whole body of the mad owl was bathed in flames, and the temperature of his skin was astonishingly high. His linen clothes had become tattered, with orange-red spots left by the flames, and could turn into ashes at any time. Under his torn clothes, he revealed a body of exquisite bronze muscles, and his eyes seemed to hide infinite lightning, and even the whites of his eyes and pupils could not be seen.

The price for the Martial Saint to take the world into his own body was that he no longer had defensive means such as the Holy Land, and all of them were attacked, extremely violent.

Therefore, the only way for the Martial Saint to defeat the enemy is to attack instead of defend, and seize the first move.

His defense is not enough, and if the battle is tug-of-war, he may be exhausted to death. When both sides are attacking, the Martial Saint has the upper hand.

The reason why Kuang Xiao defeated Huang Long Zhenren within ten moves was not because Huang Long Zhenren was too weak to last ten moves; but Kuang Xiao had to defeat Huang Long Zhenren within ten moves, otherwise he would be dragged down by the opponent and forced to hand over the battle.

The full-strength attack of the Martial Saint is powerful enough to tear the world apart, but Kuang Xiao's move also completely exposed his back to the eyes of the other three saints.

Liu Shangjun was secretly surprised.

Kuang Xiao attacked with all his strength, regardless of his own safety, and insisted on killing Huang Qixia. Is his hatred so deep?

Kuang Xiao wanted to exchange injury for death and forcibly kill Huang Qixia... He couldn't miss this flaw in vain.

Originally, Huang Long Zhenren's defeat made Liu Shangjun not have much confidence to take action, but now Kuang Xiao directly faced the enemy.

Liu Shangjun took a decisive step forward, his figure turned into a wisp of smoke. When he moved his hands, he did not have the might of a martial saint to destroy the world, but rather a kind of erratic lightness.

Originally, killing and repelling the enemy did not require a big move, just a close-range palm hit would be enough to injure the opponent.

At the same time, King Xiling had also made a move.

However, he did not choose to sneak attack Kuang Xiao, but drew out a golden heavy mace, shook it down from the air, split the sea of ​​clouds, and forcibly drew a path between Huang Qixia and Kuang Xiao. If Kuang Xiao continued to move forward, he would definitely be hit by this attack.

And once Kuang Xiao stopped and retreated, the situation would fall into a stalemate again.

But Kuang Xiao refused to retreat a step, raised his left arm and took the blow, and the entire left arm was hit by King Xiling's full force, and blood and flesh flew on the spot. Even if one hand was temporarily disabled, the other hand was enough.

Such a crazy move made Huang Qixia's eyes move slightly, and then she made a judgment.

She slapped her palms and met the right fist of Kuang Xiao.

This seemed irrational.

In fact, Huang Qixia used an extremely clever body movement. Although she was hit head-on by the Martial Saint, 70% of the force was poured into her body, and the Phoenix body was blasted smooth and dim, and the flames scattered all over the sky seemed to have rained heavily.

But 30% of the power was removed, which pushed Huang Qixia further away.

In a short period of time, Kuang Xiao, who had already thrown the first punch, could not chase immediately. He should have used his left hand to make up for the second punch, but his left hand was broken.

And Liu Shangjun also touched his back when his momentum fell after one move, and a move of "Flying Flower Order" poured infinite power on Kuang Xiao's back.

The martial arts in the world are invincible.

Even a well-trained and strong soldier would lose his combat effectiveness if he was hit in the back of the head by a club.

Kuang Xiao was hit in the back by Liu Shangjun's unreserved blow. Originally, his spine should have exploded, but his physical strength was still beyond Liu Shangjun's imagination... Or maybe Liu Shangjun was not used to dealing damage without the assistance of his wife Qu Shui.

Without the assistance, the damage was mostly lost.

If it was before, this palm was enough to seriously injure Kuang Xiao. Even if he was a martial saint, it would take at least half a month to recover; now this palm only injured him, but failed to destroy his combat effectiveness.

Xiling Wang frowned, and immediately took advantage of the situation to pursue, and used a set of silky small combos to make things worse against Kuang Xiao.

But in this way, Kuang Xiao attracted the attention of the two saints.

Huang Qixia, who was in a weak state, fell into a state of isolation and helplessness.

It was not that no one noticed her at this time.

The black evil archers were waiting for this opportunity.

Polaris drew his bow and arrow, and the sixteen archers behind him also drew their bows and arrows.

Seventeen Demon-Slaying Arrows of varying strengths were aimed at Huang Qixia from a distance, locking her aura.

Seize the opportunity and kill her with one strike.

Taiyin is revived, Taisui is hidden... Therefore, Nvxie should die.

This has nothing to do with Nvxie, and nothing to do with right or wrong. It is simply because the threat of the Demon Ancestor is too great, and the price of keeping her alive may be borne by the people of the entire country.

"Release!"

Polaris shouted in a low voice.

...

The center of her eyebrows was locked by the Demon-Slaying Arrow.

Huang Qixia was in the weakest state at this time.

She actually knew the intention of the Black Evil Archer and was secretly on guard, but she was powerless.

She wanted to deal with him, but Kuang Xiao insisted on exchanging injuries with him.

Did Kuang Xiao know the intention of the Archer?

Huang Qixia's mind was in chaos, and she could not come up with an answer. She had to take a deep breath and prepare to face the seventeen Demon-Slaying Arrows.

The sky ignited by the true fire was separated by the dark arrows, and meteors streaked through the night sky and passed through the sea of ​​clouds.

The murderous aura almost smoothed the edges of the sky and the earth.

The rainbow light of destruction came in an instant.

Seventeen arrows were connected in a line.

Huang Qixia crossed her hands, the phoenix shadow, the flames gathered, all compressed on her hands, and the whole arm emitted an orange-red light, like hot steel.

The moment the arrow touched, a violent aura came.

Huang Qixia retreated and was knocked back three hundred feet, and retreated several miles.

The power of this arrow was more than enough to kill a saint. If it was aimed at Kuang Xiao just now, he would definitely not survive.

Huang Shouzuo concentrated all his mind on his palms. If he relaxed a little, it would be pierced through his body.

She was like trying to fight against the punishment of heaven with her mortal strength, bearing incomparable pressure, sliding backwards all the way, her heels stepping on the void of the sea of ​​clouds, her white canvas shoes on her feet had been worn out, and the heels were bleeding.

Phoenix blood kept dripping.

Huang Qixia also retreated again and again.

She couldn't get rid of it.

At the same time, the voice surrounding her ears became stronger and stronger.

Calling her to accept, accept her own fate.

Huang Qixia was in a trance, her whole body's qi was affected, and a crack was broken by the demon-killing arrow, a thousand-mile embankment... The breath of the demon-killing arrow was injected into it like water, piercing through her body-protecting qi and her crossed hands.

The arrow passed through the palm of her hand, through the white bones, and blood overflowed from the back of her hand, constantly hitting the colorful clothes, dyeing the bright red battle clothes even scarlet.

Huang Qixia's face was pale, and her body leaned forward, like wrestling, trying to stabilize her body and resist the arrow.

But the Demon-Slaying Arrow is not an ordinary arrow.

Ordinary arrows are at their peak when they leave the bow, and their aura becomes weaker when they fly a certain distance.

The Demon-Slaying Arrow is infused with the full energy of the Black Evil Bow Master. Even if it cannot achieve the soul-transforming arrow of Luohou, it is enough to keep the power of this arrow at its peak. In fact, the closer it is to the target, the stronger its aura and spirit will be.

The situation of two times weak and three times exhausted does not exist for this arrow.

Therefore, Huang Qixia's hands kept approaching her chest until the arrow pierced through her hands and also pierced into her body.

Severe pain came.

Huang Qixia's eyes were dark and blurred, and she almost lost her vision.

For the first time, she felt the breath of death, and the unavoidable sense of nothingness quietly enveloped her.

The voice in her ears became stronger than ever before.

'Accept it...'

'Accept your fate'

'Why resist? Why refuse? ’

‘There is no place for you in this world, your destination will always be me...’

‘Everyone here is looking forward to your death. They regard you as a curse and an enemy. Why do you still protect them? ’

‘You are bleeding, don’t you feel pain? Don’t you want revenge? ’

‘Don’t you want to open their skulls, dig out their hearts, and crush their souls? ’

‘This bloodthirsty instinct is your nature! ’

‘You can’t get rid of it, accept it, accept me, accept your instinct! ’

Half of Huang Qixia’s eyes are about to be dyed scarlet.

A crazy breath surged out, rendering half of her face like a hideous fallen demon.

The dark breath merged into the true red flames of the phoenix, turning into dark flames, instantly igniting half of the body.

At the same time, she tightly grasped the originally threatening demon-killing arrow.

Blackening is ten times stronger.

Becoming a demon is a hundred times stronger.

Huang Qixia's lips trembled, and her mind struggled to resist the double pressure from inside and outside.

The girl's lips trembled slightly, and she stammered.

In a trance, she suddenly remembered the past.

Huang Qixia is a person without a past.

She has no parents, no sisters, and no brothers.

She woke up from a ruin at the age of ten, looking at this strange world in a daze, and walked out of the ruins barefoot.

Although she has no past, she can quickly understand the things in this world, understand its concepts, and understand its essence.

She walks alone, travels alone, and walks alone on this land.

I don't know why I exist, and I don't understand why I live.

One day, she followed the guidance of her bloodline and came to Phoenix Terrace and saw this sea of ​​clouds... She likes this sea of ​​clouds, because looking at it can vaguely recall her non-existent past, and vaguely recall familiar memories.

This makes her feel that she has a home to live in.

She has a family, friends, and has found her past.

Everything seems to be getting better slowly.

Until the voice in her heart appeared for the first time.

Huang Qixia followed its guidance, went down the mountain to experience, see the world, and understand the country.

At first, she didn't notice anything wrong, just a few more troubles.

But later... the troubles began to increase, and the enemies became more and more numerous.

Huang Qixia didn't know what the reason was.

She just felt the malice emanating from the bones of that group of people.

Because it was malice, she chose to defend herself... So she killed many people who deserved it.

She thought it was not a bad thing, and many people told her that it was right and that what she did was just.

Some people praised her as a hero, some praised her for not fearing power, and some praised her for her extraordinary talent, a gift from God, and a favorite of God.

But those stupid and ridiculous things were repeated again and again, again and again.

She began to realize...

Malice always surrounds her.

Or, she always unconsciously induces the evil in everyone's heart.

This is even a kind of aura that reduces intelligence, because the malice overflows from her heart, so she doesn't consider the cost or the consequences at all, and eventually those evil people die at her hands.

They are certainly not innocent.

But she herself is the same.

Her hands are stained with blood, and perhaps some of them could have lived well.

Then Huang Qixia began to think, thinking about the reason for her existence.

As slow as she was, she began to realize that she was not a daughter sent by God. She had not received the blessings of the stars, the moon, the sun, and the earth...

What she got was disgust!

Her birth was not a beautiful fairy tale.

She does not exist to make the world a better place.

Instead, it appears here as the embodiment of destruction.

Destroy civilization, kill creatures, and devour everything... This is the instinct and hunger engraved in her soul.

So wherever she goes, she will bring conflicts and fights, and there is bound to be bloodshed and pain.

This world... doesn't welcome her existence at all.

She is destined to bring disaster.

It has nothing to do with her will.

To exist is to be evil.

It was true then and it is true now.

So those who truly have a righteous heart and are willing to do justice would rather get their hands dirty than come to kill her.

Huang Qixia's eyes became dazed, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

She looked at the arrows that passed through her palms, and her sanity was constantly being eroded. Her thinking became more and more confusing, and her emotions became more and more difficult to control.

She couldn't help but start to think...

Would it be better to die by an arrow?

Would disappearing make everything better?

So……

Can you let go?

In this life that is not blessed, would it be too miserable if we insist on resisting to the end?

Even if you struggle desperately to survive, is it based on your own will to survive, or is it because of the instinct of destruction?

Can't tell.

I really can't tell the difference.

Since I appeared as a monster, I might as well be eliminated as a monster, at least I wouldn’t have to feel such bitterness and pain.

Since I can't live as a human being, why did you give me this human appearance and this human heart?

Huang Qixia felt extremely conflicted.

It's also extremely sad.

Although he is a monster, he has a human heart.

He clearly has a mission, but he resists it.

She wanted to just let it go and let the dark rolling mud swallow her up, turning her from head to toe, heart to body, into a monster.

But she was unwilling and unwilling.

Because this is her only... human dignity!

Although she knew that she was not human.

If she just gave up... her existence and her life would be completely reduced to a tool, without any meaning at all.

Huang Qixia had already made up her mind to resist the curse and instinct in her body until the last moment.

But now, she really can't hold it anymore.

Her soul was also riddled with holes.

After all, the whole world was looking forward to her death, and it seemed that the world was cheering or breathing a sigh of relief.

Since all living beings in heaven and earth despise me, why should I persevere?

It's so empty.

Everything is nothingness.

Huang Qixia closed her eyes.

too tired.

Alone, bearing secrets, malice, and curses, living in fear, questioning or even denying the value of one's own existence...

How ridiculous, what a sad life.

He is destined not to be a hero, but to become a monster.

This is fate, this is a script written by fate.

Just to see her struggle.

Look at her misery.

See her in pain.

Look at her despair.

Watch her give up.

In the end, with nothing left, the soul was completely wiped out, completely surrendered to instinct, and returned to the origin.

By that moment, Huang Qixia had ceased to exist.

She slowly released the palm that held the arrow, and her flesh and blood were blurred and her bones were visible.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Huang Qixia's mouth. She turned her cheek slightly and looked at the horizon at the end of the sky.

The glow faded away, leaving only a winding arc of light at the end.

"It's so beautiful..."

she murmured.

The world does not welcome her, does not like her, and despises her.

But she still couldn't help but fall in love with this world and this scenery.

She slowly closed her eyes, and calmly accepted the arrival of the end in the gentle afterglow and evening breeze.

If this is fate, then...die here.

Cursed roars and wails rang in my ears.

Huang Qixia calmly waited for the demon-killing arrow to pass through her heart.

At this time...

A figure appeared in her increasingly blurry vision, as if coming from the distant horizon, its outline shrouded in halo.

Warm light surrounded her from all directions, wrapping her gently.

The sharp arrows also stopped.

With the appearance of that figure, everything dangerous came to a long standstill.

Huang Qixia could no longer hear the ridicule, nor could she see the distant scenery or the enemies who hated her.

I could only see the young man in the distance, gently holding her hand and supporting her shoulders, as if holding an umbrella for her in the heavy rain, holding the wet girl in his arms. middle.

"Do not be afraid."

"I am here."