Chapter 394

The rain of blood was flying. Ning dodge stood with a sword. Facing the flying blood shadow across the street, he was in a mess in a green Taoist robe. His left hand was powerless and curled up. It had become withered below his elbow.

Although it has been known that making blood demons and blood shadows in the dead area in Siyi is very dangerous and difficult, only when they really fight, Ning Daoqi deeply understands their horror.

These blood shadows are invisible and hard to hurt by swords. Even the highly condensed Qi is only the end of being eaten by corrosion.

Only the masters of the grand master level can kill these blood shadows by condensing their own unique spiritual cultivation on the weapons and turning them into peerless sword and sword. Even the grand master can only face three or four blood shadows. If the number is a little more, they will be easily attacked by the blood shadows and turn into dry corpses and bones.

"Ning Daoyou..." a middle-aged man with an ugly face beside him sighed: "if you can survive, please help me plant some white chrysanthemums on the land of my hometown. The three young disciples are still young. I hope brother Ning will take care of them a little for my face!"

"Brother Fu!" Ning dodge looked back and wanted to say something, but he could only be silent.

Fu Cailin said with a long smile, "Ning Daoyou doesn't have to be sad for me..." he stroked the huge wound running through his chest to his back and said calmly: "the brilliance of life has never been tarnished by death. In my life, I have been trying to find and think about this mysterious and unknown thing, and moved by the greatness of life."

"But when I saw the existence of blood demons, I suddenly woke up... I have been using Kendo to understand and find the mystery of life, but I have forgotten that it is around us. I use the sword to praise and praise the greatness of life, but when I saw them destroyed and destroyed, I was unable to protect it."

"From that moment on, my sword is not only to understand and discover the beauty of the world, but also to protect the touch and beauty."

"Fu Cailin is willing to die for this..." Yi's swordsmanship blooms in his hands. His humble life is the ugliest thing, but it is also the most beautiful thing, small and grand, fragile and strong.

Yi swordsmanship is a unique skill that integrates chess theory into swordsmanship. However, in Fu Cailin's hands, the most essential thing is his moving on life. Its essence lies in the combination of wholehearted and spiritual feeling with sword. The external feeling is empty and the spiritual feeling is real. Its essence is to appreciate and taste with the attitude of a bystander.

But at this moment, Fu Cailin gave up the onlooker's mentality and really immersed himself in the praise of life. He seemed to smell the faint bitter and salty fragrance in his memory, smell the taste of bean rice and pickles when he was a child, and his memories of Korea and his hometown were slowly clear and vivid. He was no longer standing high and appreciating, but really tasting and immersing

Bean rice in my childhood hometown

The warmth of being held in my mother's arms in winter

The joy of holding the sword for the first time

The glory of being the only great master in Korea

Until the end, the blood devil ravaged Korea's despair

"From that moment on, everything about me died! The moment I held the sword, I just wanted to go back to the past and protect those things that moved me in my life... Even if I bet my life..." the hand holding the sword became more and more firm, and even the serious injury to his chest could not prevent Fu Cailin from waving the sword.

Pour out your life and move to save the sword of the past.

Behind Fu Cailin, there appeared a virtual shadow that Ning Dodge was very familiar with. The existence known as the double was combined with Fu Cailin's body, wielded an unparalleled sword, took away less than half of the blood shadow in the sky and his life.

In Fu Hongyan's surprised eyes, some of the blood god children were scattered with blood light. Some of them were ordinary farmers, some were soldiers and businessmen, but they were all dressed up as tall and beautiful. These clearly had been transformed into blood god children, and their essence was polluted. At this moment, they were under Fu Cailin's sword and restored their original form.

Millions of souls rejoiced and quietly dispersed with Fu Cailin and returned to heaven and earth.

"I really want to... I really want to eat another mouthful of kimchi from my hometown!"

After leaving the last sentence, Fu Cailin's body suddenly fell down. Ning dodge wailed, "brother Fu!"

Even though Fu Cailin tried his best to save millions of souls, the blood shadow in the sky still didn't decrease by half. The thick blood cloud pressed up the place of Chaoning dodge bit by bit. On the edge of the Yangtze River, countless Ning dodge fought with the blood shadow with a sword to protect the flowering divine tree behind him. Bi Xuan stood under the blood cloud with a spear.

Looking back to see Fu Cailin fall, he also sighed wearily: "brother Fu is gone too! We should have died when Turks and Koryo were destroyed, but the belief of revenge kept us alive."

"Qilin blood demon! Bi Xuan has been living for us Turks, shooting this spear at you!"

Raising the moon wolf spear in his hand, Bi Xuan roared.

"Jing Zhai has been destroyed! How can fei Xuan live... It's a pity that she failed to avenge Yang Guang personally, but she can die for all the people in the world. Shifei Xuan has no regrets for her death!"

"Under the cover of the nest, Ann has finished her eggs? I didn't expect that our Yinkui sect will fight side by side with Cihang Jingzhai!" Zhu Yuyan burst into laughter. She smiled three times and cried three times. Suddenly, she turned her head and looked at a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar not far away.

The man looked at the blood cloud above his head and was deeply fascinated.

Hearing Zhu YuYan's cry and laughter, he turned to look at her and said calmly, "YuYan's style is still the same. To Shi, it's old..."

Ning Dodge was in tears. He was desperate to absorb the power of the double's time, and even overdrawn his own time: "after this disaster, naturally there are a lot of means to make up for it. If not, what's the use of any more time? It turned out that the old Taoist priest still has 30 years of longevity. In this way, there are 300000 more people to fight against the blood demon..."

This method of squeezing his own existence time is certainly not as easy as Ning dodge said. Absorbing his own origin time means that Ning dodge can't even do lonely souls and wild ghosts after the life yuan of the noumenon passes, and he doesn't exist in the world from now on.

At this moment, the time of the whole world almost solidified.

Fu Hongyan looked at a group of people who tried to resist with the power of mole ants in front of her, looked at their powerless struggle and delay, and calmly said, "meaningless struggle!"

"You're just a chess piece that can't escape the chessboard!"

"It will never change, the predetermined ending!"