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Li Yunjing at the foot of the mountain was lowering his sleeves. He looked up at the changing wind and clouds on the top of the mountain. The corpse of the Jishi Master lying beside him was all beaten to collapse.

No one knows what realm Li Yunjing burst out at this last moment. Later generations can only watch the battlefield to guess. On this day, the exiled immortal Li had already reached the realm of a demigod. He could pick the stars with his hand and sink the land when the palm of his palm fell.

Li Yunjing looked at the battlefield silently, but did not mean to help Zhang Mengqian.

Only he knows best that the transformation of the master requires a bloody battle.

At this time, a woman came from the bottom of the mountain, and Li Yunjing looked back and saw that it was zero.

Zero smiled and nodded to Li Yunjing and continued to walk upwards.

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While suppressing Zhang Mengqian's offensive, the Duke of Storm sneered: "Overbial power."

But the knight boy never responded. He just kept feeling the world in the battle. The world will was like a warm sea water, washing away his body.

It seemed as if he knew the texture of the earth.

It seems that he understands the mood of this world.

The eyes are dark, and my heart is bright.

From the slum to the knight demigod, he retreated, made a choice, gave up, and persisted.

If this would be a story that later generations talk about, what kind of ending should be enough to be worthy of his courage when he dug out his eyes?

breathe.

The flame pattern on Zhang Mengqian's cheek suddenly bloomed out at this time.

The next moment, Duke of Storm found that his sure punch failed to hit Zhang Mengqian.

His pupils suddenly contracted!

The knight boy was actually faster!

But Zhang Mengqian said softly: "I have finished the farthest road among all the shortcuts in the world."

The Duke of Storm flashed in front of him, and punched him with thunder. Zhang Mengqian actually caught it with his left hand and flew back continuously with the force.

The young knight flew in the air, pulled out a strand of hair from behind his ears, and blew it hard.

But the black hair was like a needle, blocking all the dodging paths of the Storm Duke.

With a roar, even the cliff where the Duke of Storm stood was cut off by these autumn leaf swords!

The huge rocks fell down, and the Duke of Storm jumped up and landed in a safe place.

The black robe was broken, and the black hair was wrapped in the knight's true energy, piercing through more than ten parts of his body!

If the Duke of Storm hadn't avoided the vital points, his heart would have been pierced!

The Duke of Storm looked down at the wound on his body, sneered and killed Zhang Mengqian, and never gave Zhang Mengqian the chance to shoot the autumn leaf knife again.

But just as he punched him, he found that Zhang Mengqian was flying backwards.

In an instant, countless golden meteors flew up from the distant battlefield, flew over from the top of the mountain, and headed straight to the Temple of Heroes in the Northwest.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This golden meteor lights up the extreme night, and countless shadows appear in front of Zhang Mengqian.

Zhang Mengqian took a deep breath.

In the midst of lightning, he retreated to avoid the attack of the Duke of Storm, while pulling out a scissor from his sleeve, slashing twice, cutting off two shadows from the void.

When the Duke of Storm came to him, two shadows formed a triangular formation with Zhang Mengqian, attacking the terrifying giant's descendants!

The two sudden shadows made the Duke of Storm's initiative to defeat the enemy suddenly disordered. Zhang Mengqian did not retreat but advanced, and attacked at the same time with the two shadows!

The Duke of Storm wanted to use the taboo object to evacuate the Trinity's encirclement. The taboo object that King used to teleport away from was on him, but the knight boy in front of him was blind, and his last method of saving his life did not work at all!

No one expected that Ginkgo Mountain would choose Zhang Mengqian to complete the final beheading!

No one expected that Ginkgo Mountain would choose to leave the silhouette to Zhang Mengqian for the final killing move!

Everyone only saw the chessboard of heaven and earth, but not the old man who had been sitting withered for more than ten years.

The old man from Ginkgo Mountain seemed to be able to find the most correct choice in the chaotic fate without using the chessboard of heaven and earth.

With a rumbling sound, two shadows hit the back of the Storm Duke at the same time, while Zhang Mengqian held a silhouette and stabbed into the Storm Duke's neck with a sharp scissor blade as a weapon!

Blood flowed out, and the Duke of Storm kicked Zhang Mengqian back with one foot and slowly retreated. However, he became less and less powerful as he retreated, and finally staggered and sat on the cliff.

Behind him was the deceased scepter inserted on the cliff, and the collar in front of him was dyed red with blood.

Duke of Storm pressed the wound on his neck and wanted to kill someone suddenly. He had to drag Zhang Mengqian on the road before he died, but Zero from the distance walked slowly.

But Zero walked to Duke Storm and sat down, held Duke Storm in his arms and sang a song softly.

That was the favorite thing Duke of Storm heard when he was young.

"Sit for a while and wait for the stars to gather around."

"Even though the flowers bloom, you don't have to wait for the fruit."

"I want to sleep peacefully and find a quiet place without anyone."

The violence on Duke of Storm's face gradually disappeared, he just lay quietly in Zero's arms and whispered: "Mom..."

Zero nodded softly.

The Duke of Storm smiled and closed his eyes.

The long-coveted gold-seeking beast waited until the Duke of Storm died, and hurried to the Dead's Staff and bit it down like a baguette.

The green flame in the skeleton's eyes disappeared immediately, and the aurora in the sky also disappeared.

Zhang Mengqian got up and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, turned around and walked down the mountain.

He looked at the meteor flying over his head and suddenly stopped: "So beautiful."

It seemed as if he saw a more beautiful picture that could not be seen by his eyes.

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On the Ginkgo Mountain.

Zong Cheng's arm, which was about to make a comeback, suddenly stopped, and the snow outside also stopped, he suddenly sighed.

The old man looked at the chessboard with his eyes fixedly: "I won again."

It's like a pun, one refers to the chess game and the other refers to the battlefield.

At this time, the black chess on the chessboard was full of dangers, but all of this was just to lure the enemy into the depths. There was a murderous intent on the other side of the chessboard.

Zong Cheng Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Warning from multiple lines, each line twisted into a rope at the last moment, which is amazing. I am very curious, what should I do if Zhang Mengqian cannot kill Duke of Storm?"

The old man shook his head: "How could it be impossible to kill? The silhouette has already opened to the second level of the containment form. Before Zhang Mengqian can use it, the battle ended."

Zong Cheng thought about it. He didn't ask what the second-order form of the silhouette was, but he was more concerned about another thing: "Is zero your move? I thought the Duke of Storm actually had a backhand who could bring Zhang Mengqian into hell together, but he gave up."

The old man shook his head again: "I use everything, but I never use family affection. That's what Zero wants to go by himself and has nothing to do with me."

Zong Cheng felt sad: "It turns out that existence like Duke of Storm, Zero also needs family affection..."

The old man asked, "What are you still here to do?"

Zong Cheng stood up and tidied up his wrinkled clothes, and said with a smile: "It's true that I'm on the stage. I didn't think I would lose, but I was a little uncertain at this moment. You let me watch the demise of the Western Continent with your own eyes, maybe it's about destroying my confidence."

"From the moment you felt the threat of Qingchen, you no longer have confidence," the old man put all the chess pieces in the chess box: "You are a bit cute, not like the original body of Zong Cheng who was killed by Li Shentan a thousand years ago. At least I don't completely hate you. Go, you have no way out."

"Old man, I won't lose."

"uncertain."

Zong Cheng smiled and turned down the mountain. As the old man said, there was a giant's telepathy and taboo syringe. If he didn't take action, he would have to wait to die.

Today's opportunity is fleeting, and it will never come again.

Outside the A5 battlefield, twelve old Chen painters walked up the ridge and silently watched the battlefield full of devastation.

Behind them, there were thousands of Lifu carrying the scrolls on his back, waiting silently.

The Chen painter saw the dead legion turned into ashes one by one, and eventually turned into a handful of loess on the ground, and their bodies tilted to the ground like quicksand.

Giants: "Wow!"

A cheer broke out from the battlefield, and they knew that someone must have completed the beheading of the Duke of Storm, which finally ended the war.

It was finally over, everyone collapsed on the ground, enjoying the survivor of the disaster, and cheering weakly.

The Chen painter standing on the ridge smiled and said, "I really want you to be happy for a while, but it won't..."

As soon as he finished speaking, twelve old Chen painters came to Lifu and twisted the scrolls they were carrying one by one.

There is nothing else in this painting, there is only Zhurong, Gonggong, the two gods of water and fire.

The red hair of the Fire God Zhurong soared into the sky, his beard was like fire, the water God Gonggong's eyes were blue, and there was a blue water flow between his ankles.

Twelve thousand gods and Buddhas flew into the sky and flew directly above the battlefield.
To be continued...