Chapter 112

Seeing Qi pingxiu angry, an imperceptible smile hung around Chen Zhaoming's mouth. When he turned around, Zhaoming Yu just looked at Zifeng and motioned him to save people quickly. Then he left without looking back.

When Qi pingxiu came to the ground, the whole room was empty, there was no one, the charcoal fire in the stove was dim, and the barbecue on the shelf had already been blackened. The cold wind blew, and the bleak and lonely color dazed Qi pingxiu's eyes for a time

In Qingyun stronghold, which was still noisy just now, there was no one left. Names suddenly came to Qi pingxiu's mind. Everything about Wang Fan, Niu Er and Li Siyi turned into dust and disappeared.

In Chen Zhaoming's puzzled eyes, Qi pingxiu smiled, but his voice was a little sad, and the tears of laughter came out. All along, in Chen Zhaoming's cognition, Qi pingxiu is a cold-blooded martial artist, and will not be sad for anyone around him, even if he sighed, no! Not at all! But today, today: "Qi pingxiu, you also have a sad day. I thought you would have no response." Chen Zhaoming laughed.

But who can understand Qi pingxiu's real feelings at this time. Qi pingxiu didn't know how much time and energy it took to build everything. In just a few hours, everything disappeared. Qi pingxiu roared and didn't have the look of a cold faced scholar: "sad? I, Qi pingxiu, will be sad, laugh, laugh. Chen Zhaoming, you will pay the price for what you do today. I will make your life worse than death. I will tear you to pieces in order to vent my hatred. " As soon as the voice fell, Qi pingxiu's eyes were filled with hatred, and his blood was red.

With a cry of "bad", Chen Zhaoming was about to run away. However, in the later stage of Wuzong, how could a small general escape? It was only a breathing time. Qi pingxiu had come not far behind Chen Zhaoming. When his palms flew up and down, a huge palm print hit Chen Zhaoming's back heart, and his turbulent vitality was not near, A strong wind has come

Chen Zhaoming had a hard time saying it. The palm print hit him like lightning. He couldn't hide. Zhaoming only came and simply resisted it with a broad sword. But as soon as the broad sword touched, it was directly blown away and fell to one side. Then, the remaining power of the palm wind directly hit Zhaoming's chest. At that time, a stream of blood spewed out of his mouth

"I regret not killing you that day?" Qi pingxiu slowly leaned towards Chen Zhaoming struggling on the ground, "even if you come from a famous family, what can you do? In my Qi pingxiu's eyes, you are not a grass mustard. You can fold it if you want, but I didn't expect that such a thing would happen one day. Chen Zhaoming, damn you! "

Chen Zhaoming bent up and struggled to stand up. His face was full of determination, "am I damned? Qi pingxiu wants to say damn words. You've already died a thousand times. Why, you're distressed. Ha ha, you'll also be distressed. If you want me to die, you have to pay the price! " The vitality of the whole body fell with the voice and gushed out.

At the same time, the whole Brokeback Mountain shook gently. Qi pingxiu's cold eyes coagulated and noticed Chen Zhaoming's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain: "what happened? Is there anyone down there? "

"So what? You must have planned to catch someone at this time and have been let go." Happy laughter came from Chen Zhaoming's mouth.

"Really, I think it's in or out. Now you take your life." Qi pingxiu didn't look panic at all. It seems that what happened below has no impact on him.

This scene undoubtedly made Chen Zhaoming a little flustered, but it was on the line and had to be sent. Pick up the broad sword on the ground, stretch the broad sword out of the arc of the full moon, and raise your hands. Your clothes and clothes are calm, and your vitality is surging. It is accumulating behind you. A broad sword that is several times clearer than before is slowly taking shape, and a powerful pressure begins to diffuse.

Qi pingxiu was still smiling at the corners of his mouth, with his hands behind his back. He didn't mean to take action until Chen Zhaoming prepared his moves. When he shook his hands in the air, Qi pingxiu crushed the aura in the air in front of him. He only heard a "click" sound, and a huge palm print "lying on the ground" appeared out of thin air in front of him

At this time, Chen Zhaoming's face became unusually pale and his breath was weak, but the broad sword behind him became more and more real. Finally, it echoed the Chen star in the sky. One move "cut the stars" towards Qi pingxiu

At the time of the two moves, the exit of the secret room not far away became loose. Then, several figures appeared. It was no one else, it was the crow mercenary team. The panic color on several faces was at a glance. It was obvious that they had been impacted below.

In the sight of the crowd, the "Voldemort" and "chopping the stars" fiercely collided with each other, but there is no doubt that the "chopping the stars" was just a stalemate. After a few breaths, it was broken through and scattered the light of the stars on the ground. Then the "Voldemort" roared towards Chen Zhaoming

Suddenly, in the night sky, the bright moonlight was mottled and stained with scarlet. The whole night sky was soon covered by layers of clouds. For a time, the field fell into darkness. Only the sound of the "hands on the ground" breaking through the air was still noisy in my ears

If this palm is hit, Zhaoming will be in danger. Unlike Wu Zifeng in the secret room, he has anti heaven resistance. However, in the face of the fatal blow of Wuzong in the later stage, Chen Zhaoming is also unable to return to heaven.

All I think about is my second grandfather, the man who fled with himself. From time to time, I heard two grandpa's instructions: remember, the star sword needs to attract the light of the stars before it can exert its power. When you practice the star sword, I can rest assured.

"Grandpa, I've practiced it. The sword body can echo the light of the stars, but where are you? And I still want to fall here. Zifeng, I'm sorry. I didn't do what I promised you. Take care of yourself. "

In less than a breath, Zhaoming's mind has turned for thousands of years. He thought of a lot of resentment against the Chen family and injustice to fate, but more of gratitude to the people around him. A line of tears slid across his hard cheeks. In the dark, he held Chen Zhaoming's broad sword in front of his chest, like greeting death, Calmly looking at the giant palm flying.

Like a thunderbolt, even the clouds in the sky were blown away. The moonlight filled the space between heaven and earth again. A somewhat angry voice sounded on the court: "do you still want to continue pretending to be dead?"