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"No! I don't! Why do you—hey!"

Although the young Xue Meng struggled, but like the Mei brothers, he was quickly wrapped by the spiritual power butterfly cháo vacated in the light array. The butterfly cháo took three young people and flew towards the front hall and disappeared instantly. not see.

As soon as the three little guys were sent away, a crisp "Kick!" was heard, and Mei Hanxue's face changed: "The formation is about to be broken, Ziming!"

Xue Meng suddenly poured out the whole body's spiritual flow in the direction of stepping on the Immortal Emperor. He trembled all over, as if trying to restrain an evil shòu that was eager to break the air, and the rope on the evil shòu's neck was about to burst.

"Master, let's go—!"

No need for Xue Meng to say more, Chu night Ning jumped into the air, his eyebrows tightened, and he glanced at Xue Meng: "I will return soon. Don't get hurt."

"This sentence should be what I said to the master." Xue Meng gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, the disciple is not what it used to be, and can hold it."

He could hold on.

He has been in this world for so many years, and the support has long become a habit, and the habit supports him to continue to move forward. After so many days of not seeing the sun, he has survived, and now that he has seen his teacher again, there is no reason why he can't stand it.

Chu nightning sighed: "I'm sorry to leave you alone for so many years..."

The voice of the king is still in my ears, and people have gone far away.

Xue Meng's tears finally fell.

It's not good for a man who is near and confused to cry, even if the bào rain is rushing and covering him, it can't cover the slight tremor of his shoulders and the redness of his eyes.

Stepping on Xianjun is almost crazy in the array, and the light is like a crack in the sky, showing the danger of being broken! Seeing that he was about to break out of the siege, but at this time, a red light came towards him and bound him tightly. Ta Xianjun was provoked even more angry, raised a pair of blood-red eyes, and stared in the direction of the red light. go--

Xue Meng faced the eyes of Xianjun: "You give up, I won't let him disappear in front of me a second time."

He said, exhausting ten percent of his spiritual power, the blue veins in his neck throbbed suddenly, and his eyes were as hard as iron.

"Junior brother, you used to be better than me in the past. Today, with the master on the side, I don't want to disappoint him, so...you can't beat me!"

Mei Hanxue's reaction was particularly fast, she was already startled, she frowned and shouted, "Ziming! What are you doing!?"

Just listening to a bang, Xue Meng lit up with a flaming red light behind him. He shouted loudly, pushed his palms, and the flames rushed towards Emperor Teng Xian along the formation. In an instant, it seemed like a thousand arrows pierced through the heart, the shackles were wrong, and the whole person Teng Xianjun was framed in it!

"Well--!"

Stepping on Xianjun's eyes cracked, he raised his head and groaned, and the spiritual power around him was weakened by most of it. His dead black eyes slowly turned around, staring at Xue Meng silently like a ghost, with black blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

On the left side of his chest, near the heart, there is a scar.

It was once worn by Xue Meng's Dragon City sword.

Now these Xue Meng condensed the magic spell forbidden bar and hundreds of roots into his body, the sharpest one is from the position of the year and fell through the chest again.

The blood hole of the empty dàngdàng...

Mei Hanxue was shocked and anxious: "You stop now, you are already penetrating the power of the spiritual core. If you continue like this, your spiritual core will..."

"Long-winded!" Xue Meng interrupted him sharply.

He was staring at Ta Xianjun, the former senior brother was staring at the junior brother, and the former assassin was staring at Bào Jun.

The former brothers were staring at each other, and the years of life and death were written off. Although Xue Meng's face was poor, there was a blazing brilliance that belonged to the phoenix in his eyes.

"What Xue Meng has learned all his life is for today's battle."

Mei Hanxue: "..."

These words fell, and the phoenix broke through the clouds in an instant, and only saw the flames soaring into the sky! !

In the midst of the fire, it seemed that a long time ago, a young man in silver-blue light armor, with a ponytail and blond hair, shouted loudly, baring his teeth and grinning:

"I want to win the first place in the Lingshan Conference!"

"Humph! I will have something like Shenwu sooner or later! What's so rare!"

"Fifty years later, no! As long as it takes thirty years, I will definitely let the peak of life and death be carried forward in my hands, and Megatron Kyushu!"

His brows were as tender as sprouts, and his voice was as crisp as a peach. The young man had no scruples, feared neither the sky nor the earth, fearing fate, and expressed his aspirations.

The firelight almost reflected half of the sky at the top of the dead and life, and how many yesterday was burned to ashes, burned to ashes...

Everything has settled down, and only Xue Ziming remains today.

His eyes were deep and firm, and he said, "I don't seek success and fame, but I seek people as I did in the past."

Chapter 305 [The Peak of Death and Life] God's Body Martyrdom

At the same time, the top of life and death is fighting on all sides. The rebels rushing to the top of the mountain, the vanguard with the chess pieces, the guards responsible for opening the barrier, the medical soldiers running in the chaotic battle... Thousands of spells are woven on this black-like mountain. Light up the fire of war.

But even so, the torrent caused by Xue Meng's blow is still eye-catching, and the fire is like a broken bamboo, straight to Xiaohan! Chu nightning looked back in the night wind, and his heart was sad. He knows that Xue Meng has begun to burn the power of the spiritual core. If he can't make a quick decision, Xue Meng is afraid that he will follow the footsteps of Nangong Si.

"Thang Long - Summon!"

He held the Rising Dragon Talisman between his fingers and threw out the blood. But when I heard the dragon roaring across the sea, the paper dragon holding the candle broke through the rain and flew into the sky with a sound like a bell.

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