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Zheng Zimu said that he did not want to come, he did not want to be the enemy of him, so in this war, he did not want to kill Zheng Zimu. Similarly, did not want to kill Ning Xiaoqian.

Even when the killing of the demon red iron tree came, he stood in front of it without hesitation.

At that moment, he almost thought that he could capture friendship and get real understanding and respect.

However, this cold sword, instantly pierced his good wishes.

It's not the same after all.

In people's eyes, he is not a black swordsman, but a real devil.

Li Yi gasped and was silent.

What's more, the cold sword didn't stab him in the heart, which saved him from a catastrophe.

But why not stab better? Why not kill him with one sword?

What a pain it is to extinguish the hope that has just been kindled in my heart?

Bang Dang!

He pulled out the sword that pierced his body and threw it out. He covered the wound and went deep step by step. In this process, the strength of his blood faded and his body shape recovered after several changes.

"Master."

When he came to the place where Jinwu Ding was deposited, he opened his mouth and roared. His expression was very painful, as if instead of laughing. His heart was struggling violently, and the sea of Qi was very chaotic.

Plop!

Finally, he fainted.

When the woodcutter comes back here, Tieshu also comes here, waiting quietly for Li Yi.

"Kill them, kill them all."

"I don't like it."

"By what?"

"I will kill them all." The young king of God roared and came out from the depths of Jinwu Ding. His hair was disorderly and his eyes were scarlet. He looked very strange.

"Husband." Among the demon red iron trees, a light sigh came out.

"Big brother, let's go."

"Protect the road for you."

"Woo Hoo!" The woodcutter began to cry again.

"Husband, after so many years, can't you let it go?" The iron tree growled and looked sad.

Roar!

The young king didn't speak. He was so angry that he wanted to rush out of here.

However, invisible, like a barrier to block his pace forward, more like a shackle, he was imprisoned here. The iron tree sobbed and sobbed continuously and was extremely sad.

Ah!

I do not know when, in the iron tree behind a more fuzzy figure, a light sigh reverberated.

The iron tree responded and called out: "big brother."

The vague figure, sighed: "I am sorry for you."

"Big brother has done enough for us."

The vague figure said: "five thousand years of right and wrong, not for fame, not for God, just for you to be safe as before." Step by step, he put out his big fuzzy hand and fell down towards the young king of gods.

Five thousand years have passed.

Tieshu has come to his senses and put down his obsession.

And he has also awakened, from another world to break free, but only the young king of God has not sober up, the heart of resentment, has been a different kind of life.

For a long time, he must be a lunatic.

After the big hand fell, the young king of God also quieted down. His eyes were no longer scarlet and became empty.

The iron tree called in a low voice: "husband, it's me. Do you still remember your wife?"

The woodcutter wailed, "ancestor."

The vague figure looked at Li Yi who had fainted, and his voice was hoarse: "my sword."

Hum!

The black sword came from the sky, excited like a child, flying around the fuzzy figure.

He said again, "are the black swordsmen of this generation? You have a master. Follow him

The huge sword whispered a few times, clanging constantly, as if saying something in the way, as if to tell him not to give up, but in the end, it returned to Li Yi's side.

The iron tree rustled and began to speak again: "brother, save my husband."

The vague figure was silent. After a long time, he began to open his mouth: "the second younger brother has a deep obsession. Only with the fruit of that year can we get rid of the resentment of that year."

The result of that year was the terrible killing five thousand years ago, including all the people present and the last one.

But five thousand years have passed.

If those people were still alive, they did not know what kind of height they had reached. Even if they were exhausted, they would not be able to shake them!

The iron tree was low and silent. Naturally, he heard the meaning of Zhong Liangshan's words.

For a long time, the vague figure said again: "there is no time to wait. My second brother's obsession is getting deeper and deeper. I'm afraid that he will really become a lunatic. This generation of black swordsmen just arrived. Maybe, this is an opportunity."

Iron tree said: "brother, forget it..."

Zhong Liangshan sighed: "it doesn't matter. We are all dead people. We will be true demons in the long run. It's better to fight once."The iron tree is silent.

The woodcutter no longer cried.

The cold mountains slowly quieted down.

In the Jinwu tripod, the young king of gods also appeared very calm, with a dull look and empty eyes.

I don't know how long it took for Li Yi to wake up. His body injury has improved. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky, but he was still faint.

It's still dark.

Suddenly, there was a voice in my ear: "wake up?"

Li Yi's hair was creepy. His first thought was to run away, but strangely, he found that he couldn't move, and was imprisoned by an inexplicable force here.

The vague figure floated and appeared in his sight.

Li Yi was trembling and in a cold sweat: "master, I didn't mean to steal the ancient tripod. I just passed by. If you really pass by, you must believe me."

The fuzzy figure is condensed and the mist is dispersed, showing the real body. He stares at Li Yi with interest.

Li Yi was stunned, stunned and dumbfounded.

The man in front of him was not someone else, but Zhong Liangshan, who protected the way for the young god king five thousand years ago. Did he even survive?

Could it be that he went back five thousand years ago?

Li Yi opened her mouth slightly, shook her head suddenly, and said: "false, it must be false, it must be a dream. Damn it, is it the recovery of the Tathagata's magic brush?"

Zhong Liangshan opened his mouth: "it's not a dream, I've fallen, and there's only one obsession."

Hearing this, his face changed greatly: "obsession? The obsession of resentment? " Then a exclamation: "master, don't kill me, we are all black swordsmen! It goes down in one continuous line. "

Zhong Liangshan's face darkened on the spot, and he couldn't help cursing: "are all the people in Daliang Mountain dead? How can you inherit the black swordsman

Li Yi trembled: "I don't want to! It's dead. "

The latter was stunned, but silent.

Seeing that Li Yi didn't speak, Li Yi began to calm down and judge the strange scene in front of her. At the same time, she was also on guard.

Half an hour later.

Zhong Liangshan asked in a low tone: "Daliang Mountain is gone?"

Li Yi sighed deeply: "six years ago, a black fire fell from the sky and blocked the whole Daliang Mountain. It burned for several months."

Zhong Liangshan asked again, "what about Red Star College?"

Li Yi replied, "it was destroyed two years ago."

He asked again, "skyguard..."

Li Yi raised her head slightly and her eyes were complicated: "dead!"