Chapter 832

Lu Zhengkang stood in the middle of the desert, watching the battle between heaven and man in the West.

He's here to help concubine Xiang Yu. According to the agreement, the first month is almost over now, and he also arrived near the sunken mountain early. He pinched it right at this time.

Funny to say, he seems to see himself in the incarnation of natural disaster.

…… Most of

's incarnation is fragile. It's just a shadow. A shadow projected through the sky is a bullshit on the leaves. It fills up the outline of the dust. Don't be afraid of its light. Don't be afraid of being burned, afraid or timid.

Concubine Xiang Yu's heart is not afraid of the former and the latter, a kind of self denial.

She told Yu Qie He De, how can she compete with these powerful men? Does she really deserve it? She is drifting with the tide, no past, no future, her strength comes from coincidence, strip all this, is she Xiang Yu concubine or Si Yu Hua, or is she Xiao man Niang, or even the seven thousand Wu disciple who was devoured by her?

how can such a bubble less person compare with the world's best?

It's fate, it's God who has given her everything. Now it's all taken back. The real power that concubine Xiang believes is obtained by sweat and time, not by a sudden noble person who gives her skills and is captured by a cult.

Every time I hit Yu Qie, I felt more suspicious and negative about myself. Even if her fist didn't slow down, her brain was in a state of extreme excitement and emptiness, but the fear of suspicion was still deepening. It was a heart robbery and a heart demon.

The faces in front of us seem to be the faces in our memory.

Xiang yuqie is free and easy. He takes the skill of Tianjie incarnation and blows them up with his backhand. It seems that everything is flowing and victory is ahead. But the closer to victory, the shallower she found her existence.

What if you win? Why did she persist until now? To protect your family? The family is dead. For justice? She is not an idealist. Is it to bully the weak and seek for their own interests? Neither.

The past is cut off, the future is hopeless. There's only an empty shell left. Concubine Xiang Yu is not as happy as siyuhua.

Xiang Yu's heart finally began to appear hesitation and fear, she said to herself, should not think about these. Don't think about it. It will make your fist weak. Weakness is death.

However, since living is meaningless, why insist?

Does that person mean "don't wake up"?

In the long river of natural calamity, a big demon with three heads and six arms appeared. In an instant, the scarlet color filled the sky. The boundless stars seemed to fall like rain. The temperament of great destruction and great calamity came out, which made people feel scared. The disciples of qiqianwu hiding in the desolation formation screamed and became crazy. They couldn't stand the light.

Finally, Xiang Yu's fist stopped. At this time, she had a sense of fatalism that she would die under his hand.

Zhifeizhen still stares at concubine Xiang Yu. Several commanders tell him to make a decision as soon as possible, whether to save or kill. Hurry to make a decision. Don't wait for this woman to succeed in the robbery. By then, people may not see qiqianwu, and it's even more difficult to kill.

[order to go down, open the mountain protection array and kill siyuhua! 】

when the masters started the array, more than 600 magic weapons flew out of it in a flash. All these were accumulated by the sect for many years. They were like drones swarming up to fight against Yu Qie.

At the same time, in the Tianhe, the projection of the red sky demon also waves the diamond pestle in his hand and smashes it down. The strong wind is like the howling of ghosts. Hundreds of millions of red ghosts sing long songs, such as beating a bell and drum, such as the galloping of the heavenly horse. It is boundless and has not arrived yet. It has won the first place.

In the extreme, unwilling to die, Xiang Yu's concubine broke away from the devil.

"My way, I walk, my life, only I can take, to kill me, none of you is qualified!"

She suddenly put her palm into the sea of Qi, as if she was killing herself. However, as she pulled out her palm, the magnetic core in the sea of Qi suddenly exposed, separated from her body, and expanded rapidly. Her body kept falling down. Zhifeizhen flew forward to catch her body, which seemed to be an empty shell with faint breath and broken mind, Only the vital body continues to heal.

He couldn't stop crying.

In midair, the bright outline of the human body is shaped in a huge magnetic field.

Zhifeizhen looked up blankly and saw such a scene, he yelled: "it's the combination of law and martial arts! It's Yuanshen coming out of the body! This road will work! Siyuhua, your road is not a dead end. Come back! " He held her body high, as if waiting for the Pearl to fall into the box.

Xiang yuqie's soul is wrapped in the spirit of the Dharma, which binds the light and magnetism to cast the martial arts yuan Shen. This is a short light, just like a butterfly wing burning fire. In a small time, it releases intense light. With one blow to yuqie, it blows away the magic weapon torrent of qiqianwu, and with one blow to the top, it breaks the King Kong pestle of the red sky demon lord, and then flies up, breaks through the projection, and directly enters the long river of natural calamity.It's hard to see such a strong light in the world, such a blazing wind in the world, and in such a delicate and delicate world of Taoism, how ever there was such a fierce tiger, just a nameless ghost eliminated by the times, and the first warrior remembered by the way of heaven.

Lu Zhengkang is far away. Now, he stands up, manifesting his Dharma form with three heads and six arms, and marching towards the seven thousand fortress.

It's time to pick up my body.

Zhifeizhen raises his head and looks around. His eyes are burning. He wants to see what's going on. But as an opponent, he can't go. What's his identity? Like a magic spell, zhifeizhen nailes him to the top of the mountain where qishenju is located. He becomes a pine tree here, hanging the corpses of people he seems to have loved. Apart from looking around, he can only look at the sparks The heart gets cold a little bit.

Nine days of clouds slowly dispersed, the time of the river has been burned out, the shock of the air quiet down, the distant horizon seems to have echoed, but also very empty, in all calm, little light and rain kept falling from the mid air, is like a little white butterfly, the stars have been set, the eastern horizon is rising a brilliant sunrise, the world once again light Ming.

Zhifei is really afraid of the light. He is afraid. Every time he sees the sun rising, he is sad.

The world seems to melt, like a collapsed snowdrift. He holds the body of Xiang yuqie. She is the only brilliance in the black-and-white world except the sun. She lies on her back, supported by a pair of palms. Her limbs are very relaxed, her head is backward, and her brilliant black hair is also falling down. With the wind, the tip of her hair gently slaps her face, and she is wet with tears.

She seemed to turn her head and look down on him, her beautiful eyes half narrowed, with a faint smile.

Zhifeizhen is waiting for her true power to return.

In the sky, as the sun rises, Lu Zhengkang also arrives.