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That year, he was green and shy, clear-cut, but with a stubborn, he vowed to protect her.

That year, her young girl's heart opened and her eyes were full of spring. She wore plain clothes and accompanied him silently, regardless of the wind or the rain.

They once believed that each other would come to the end.

They have worked so hard for him, for her

But after years, no one thought that time had changed everything, and they would finally meet each other.

It's a sad story.

Boom!

The heavy rain became more and more terrible, as if the collapse of the long river in the ninth day. Under the catastrophe, the two men also fought. However, the catastrophe covered the whole battlefield, and no one could see clearly.

Maybe there is. It's just someone else.

Time goes by, one day and one night, the third day, the fourth day It seems to be a long battle of the century, without a rest of that day.

It has gathered almost half of the strong people in Zhongzhou.

Also submerged here is the indefatigable heavy rain, the mountains and rivers began to collapse, the sky rumbled, the earth cracked, the ancient trees then fell down, countless lives withered at this moment.

The master of Tianshu looks solemn.

The monkey sighed, "he's going to die."

The LORD said, "you said that two days ago."

The monkey was stunned for a moment: "I didn't expect that he would hold on till now."

The LORD said again, "he will live, I firmly believe."

For this sentence, the monkey rarely did not refute, and even, he began to believe in that miracle.

Havoc, the killing of Wen Yuqing.

He really insisted on four days and four nights. The macaque couldn't imagine how he did it. What kind of faith did he have in his heart?

On the seventh day, he was still alive, the catastrophe was still the same, the two sides were still fighting, but his body was reorganized many times, and even no less than 10 times almost fell.

Mo Zi frowned: "this fight will damage the awakening of reincarnation."

Moo!

The old yellow cow growled, as if saying something.

Mo Zi swept over and murmured, "this is fate and destiny. It's between them. I can't interfere. Do you understand?"

The old yellow cattle wagged his tail and said nothing. In his opinion, since he was afraid of the goddess's accident, why not kill the black swordsman directly? Whatever fate and destiny?

"Such a catastrophe It's terrible. "

"I could hardly believe it if I hadn't witnessed it."

"Is this the catastrophe of the holy land?"

"No, it's just the black swordsman's robbery." The sound of discussion was gradually submerged by the rain, and a thick flash of lightning flashed across the sky, just like the revival of the ancient dragon, and opened its mouth and fell down.

The crowd was silent.

At this time, on the black earth, came a figure, a man. He raised his head and looked at the catastrophe. His eyes became deep, as if he had penetrated through the terrible war at this moment.

After a while, Yan came in green and went to the man's side: "do you see it?"

"Yes," he replied

Yan said again, "who do you think can win?"

Emperor Si was indifferent: "the black swordsman will surely die."

Yan shook her head: "I think the black swordsman can win."

For this, the emperor did not argue with him, because all the arguments are meaningless, the end will always appear, until then will know.

Whoa!

Dong qianya also came, directly opened the space channel, and came across. She was dressed in white, clean and tidy, and even the rain could not penetrate here. She was covered with black hair and shawl, and her dark eyes looked at the battlefield quietly.

"All of a sudden, the undead are back. Something seems to have happened there," she said

What's more, the strong men who came from Xiniu Hezhou left in a short time. Otherwise, Li Yi would have failed in launching this war.

Of course, even if there was no immortal bird family and no interpretation of heaven, Dong qianya would not think that Li Yi would succeed. He might struggle for a while and then escape with serious injuries.

She can't do it. It's meaningless. I believe Yan won't.

Suddenly, she looked in a certain direction and seemed to see some people.

On that path, there are two figures, one male and one female. They are Zhu Baiyi and long Wan'er.

For some reason, Dong qianya felt that terrible breath fluctuation in Zhu Baiyi's body. It was the breath of emperor soldiers.

Then, another beautiful figure came here.

Zhu Bairong.

Her clothes are hunting, her hair is light, her beautiful face reveals countless desolation, originally very clean eyes also flow a trace of turbidity, she worried said: "brother, do you think he will die?"

Zhu Baiyi looked over and said angrily, "do you still say that you don't like him?"On hearing this, Zhu Bairong's face turned red. Her eyes almost did not dare to look at him. She said softly: "it's impossible, so I gave up long ago."

Zhu Baiyi turned her eyes and snorted coldly: "as Zhu's sister, she doesn't even have the courage. You've lost my face."

Zhu Bairong: She was a little depressed. Should she like it or not?

Long Wan'er said: "OK, don't make any noise. I always think that the holy palace will do something in the dark and watch it."

Zhu Baiyi is quiet, but his mind is still active. If it was not for long Wan'er and his sister, he would not be interested in coming here, whether he lives or not!

Yeah?

Deep in the boundless sky, another void channel emerges, and several powerful figures slowly come out. The first one is Ye Qian, the descendant of Wu Tian emperor.

Then Jiuyan came.

They looked at each other in silence and nodded, which was a kind of greeting. They walked to one side and stood in the sky to watch the battle.

Pen!

In the dim sky, suddenly burst out a touch of blue light, it is a huge green lotus, the young monk walked aside, a faint sigh, hands clasped: "anituo Buddha!"

The rain is still in this area, and the cold wind can't blow into it.

Among the green lotus, a figure covered by brilliance opened his mouth: "we watch the war."

The young monk was surprised: "are you sure?"

The figure said again, "sure."

In the sky above the city of God, Mo Zi swept across the sky and suddenly became depressed: "come, why bring the emperor's soldiers here?"

In fact, what made him depressed was not the emperor soldiers, but those people, almost all of whom had relations with Li Yi.

The old yellow cow glanced at here, and was too lazy to say anything about him.

At this time, a strong man of the holy palace came here, and he brought a message.

After hearing the news, Mozi was shocked and looked dignified: "sure?"

The strong man looked pale, took a deep breath and nodded: "it's true."

Damn it.

Mo Zi's eyes were cold, and then he strode away.

The old yellow cattle was a little surprised because he had not seen Mo Zi for a long time.