Chapter 700

Gu Nan Yi stood there quietly, but his fingers suddenly began to tremble. There was something bleak in the deep of his heart. He bumped into the solid heart defense and cracked the traces of Taoism and pain.

Is this what people often say, the irony of fate?

It's so sore, so cold

There were only two people in the crowd who didn't look at the battlefield. One was Feng Zhiwei, who was on the back of Gu Nan's clothes. She was lying quietly with her long eyelashes drooping, and her face gradually became transparent. The other was Ning Yi on a platform far away. He was looking at Feng Zhiwei's direction from a distance on the snow falling platform, and her eyebrows were slightly blue.

A moment of silence is hard to endure, a moment later, the murderous atmosphere between heaven and earth breaks out!

"Kill!" Zhan xuyao snapped, waved his arm, and turned the snow into a pestle. The pestle broke through the air with the power of a tornado. When Gu Yan was hit by the pestle, the hair of the crowd stood upside down three feet away from the place where the huge pestle passed. The lanterns at the corner of the building were all in one slant, the lights were dim, and the paper broke into hundreds of butterflies.

"Go!" As soon as the golden light flashed, Gu Yan's sword came first. When the light of the sword was on, the lights that had been dark suddenly lit up, but the sound of cracking on all sides was even louder. This time, the ground was broken, and the solid bluestone ground cracked like a spider web, like a series of ferocious cracks, which went straight to Zhan xuyao's feet.

Zhan xuyao sneered at him. The light of snow and the light of gold collided with each other. In the light, the two figures leaped and leaped, as fast as the aurora. Almost no one could see their moves. Everything was destroyed in the places they passed. With their rapid movement, sections of railings collapsed silently like ice and snow melting under the sun. After landing, every step they took, there was a deep road on the ground Long cracks, dust all over the sky, all shot up the people's heads upstairs and downstairs.

Looking at the battlefield of the two masters, Ning Yi frowned and said in a low voice, "tell them to stop. Don't hurt them..."

He did not go on, Ning Cheng already cried out, "stop them for me, don't fight!" He ran to the past.

With a wave of his hand, Yao Yangyu directed the soldiers to rush forward.

The crowd surged in.

Push back again.

Like the grass facing the storm, the front bumps into the back, and the one behind is about to get out of the way. Suddenly, I feel that the real force is coming, such as a huge wave. I can't help but stagger back and hit the one behind me. The one behind me is meeting a new wave when I want to escape

One wave after another, such as the sea waves, never stop, no one can stand within three feet of two people, and finally all of them roll together like sugar gourd.

World War I.

No one can get close to it, no one can stop it, unless you put your life on the mat.

In the twinkling of an eye, the world seems to be shocked by this unparalleled battle, and the wind and snow are more intense.

"Keng!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the snow was pale and the golden color was restrained. Two figures jumped high and met in the air --

GU Nanyi suddenly cut the lace up behind him with a sword, and the blood flashed, and he flew up --

"Nanyi..."

Feng Zhiwei, who cuts the tie, tries to shout out this sentence. She tries to stretch out her fingers in the snow, but only touches his clothes floating behind him.

"Nanyi..."

As soon as there was a dull sound, Guanghua stopped. Three people fell in the snow. Gu Yan had not landed yet, and a cry of pain broke out.

His golden sword stabbed Gu Nan Yi's chest, while Zhan xuyao's palm was printed on his back.

In this posture, Gu Yan and Zhan xuyao are shocked.

In the last move just now, the two masters were evenly matched. It was the act of burning both jade and stone. However, Gu Nan Yi suddenly rushed up, and they were unable to stop. The killers all called on him.

In the dark wind and snow, a suffocating silence, quiet to hear the sound of falling snow, hear the sound of falling snow, blood gurgling out, silent moistening the sound of black night clothes.

There is something rustling and falling, the ground thin layer of snow dyed red.

Gu Nan Yi lowers his head and gently pushes Gu Yan away. He doesn't seem to feel pain or feel any bad. He turns around and just wants to see feng Zhiwei.

He turned around and saw Feng Zhi slightly put on the snow. Her face was almost transparent, with broken snow on her eyelashes. The snow was not melted by the heat. It was so cold and fell on her face. She looked at him with a pair of eyes covered with autumn water. Her eyes were so black and deep, but the light of the eyes was gradually going to disperse.

Gu Nan Yi Zheng is there.

For a moment, he forgot his serious injury, his enemies who fought for life and death, his relatives, his enemies in front of him, and he forgot that this was the sight of thousands of soldiers on the imperial city. He was frozen there, only feeling that the blood vessels were hardening and cracking in an instant, exploding all over the sky, and the heaven and earth collapsed.

He rushed to the past, blood all the way sprinkling, the posture of that flutter, almost in the snow slide kneeling in the past, he knelt beside Feng Zhiwei, flustered to support her, this help will feel her body amazing soft, he wanted to test her heat, but his own cold as ice, touching everything is hot, fingers in a hurry to feel her pulse, the moment of touching the pulse, he suddenly Move forward.A mouthful of blood, at the same time, splashed from his mouth, like peach blossom sprinkled on Feng Zhiwei's face, she was snow-white, set off that blood color bright, gorgeous was startling.

Feng Zhi opened her eyes slightly, and still had a smile in her eyes. She said faintly, "Nan Yi Don't be silly... "

She leans against Gu Nan Yi. Now she has turned a direction. Because the railings on the upper floor were destroyed by the war, she is now facing Ning Yi, who suddenly fell from the soft Yu on the high platform.

Flying snow endless from the night sky circled down, dark snowflakes as big as butterflies, she is on the palace tower, he is in the palace square high platform.

She leans on Gu Nan Yi's bosom, lips Cape a faint smile.

He half knelt in the snow, with his own blurred vision, trying to see her now.

Nine palace palaces, two pairs of gaze.

But within a short distance, it becomes the end of the world.

At this moment, the soldiers' halberds are hoarse. At this moment, the mind is like snow. At this moment, there seems to be a faint flute in the sky. From the clouds, it is a song of "a dream of rivers and mountains".

Like a dream, like a dream.

The Phoenix knows tiny faint smile.

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