Chapter 1167

After ten minutes of fierce fighting, Chiqiu was knocked down dozens of times.

Blood spilled all over the place.

The siege of the three joined hands, among which the heavy palm attack of the Lord of the North, Zhaoxi, was the most powerful. Zhao Xi's slap, on the surface is soft and soft, not shocking, but in fact, its power penetrates directly into the inner organs of the body, which is even better than thunder. Yue Yang frowned in puzzlement, and couldn't think of a good way to resolve this predicament for the time being. Especially when you can't expose yourself, it is even more difficult... If Yue Yang fights by himself, maybe there is a way to deal with the combination of Zhao Xi, Shuang Han and Sha Feng, but what they are fighting now is that the details have long been defeated by the enemy. Find out Chiqiu, the god-lord of the southeast!

"Chiqiu, stupid guy, go to hell!" Sha Feng was like a hungry wolf, chasing Chiqiu relentlessly.

"roll!"

After fighting till now, Chiqiu has already had the consciousness of death.

He didn't even think about how to escape. In the Divine Realm created by the ancient artifact of Shenmie, no one can easily escape its will, let alone three enemies of the same strength, who will carry out various restraints.

What Chiqiu thought about was how to drag one of the three opponents into the water, desperately, and let the opponent lay his body on his back!

The sandstorm rushed towards him at high speed like lightning, his fists were like rain.

It hit Chiqiu's back heart.

Blood sprayed from Chiqiu's mouth, but he remained motionless, as if the person who was seriously injured was not like him. Under the attack of the sand storm, Chiqiu slowly closed his eyes, and stretched his right hand forward as if stroking his lover... Sand's face changed when he heard the wind, and he leaped high and immediately got away from Chiqiu. Qiu's attack range cautiously retreated to Zhao Xi and Shuang Han's two companions.

Golden light burst out.

A beam of energy rose from a golden tome, pointing directly at the sky.

A dragon-like and flame-like life guardian beast emerges, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and merges into Chiqiu's body, instantly increasing the master's energy by ten times. The domain then rises, it is a golden flame domain, faintly, churning the image of the head of the horned dragon, perhaps this is the origin of the name of the god of Chiqiu!

Chiqiu gently turned a page with his left hand.

A spiritual divine weapon appeared in his left hand.

It looks like a halberd but not a halberd, like a battle-axe but not a battle-axe. Although it does not have the supreme power of a true divine weapon, it is also unique and has become a magical weapon with unique attributes. At the beginning, Yue Yang even suspected that it was a low-grade divine weapon, but after repeated confirmation, he found that it was only a quasi-sacred weapon. At the level of a quasi-sacred weapon, it can exude a power comparable to that of a real divine weapon. This is the magical weapon 'Tunlong' that Chiqiu has been fighting for thousands of years.

Tunlong is not a war halberd, nor is it an ordinary axe, but a horned spear that looks like a dragon but not a dragon.

With it, Chiqiu was able to sit on the position of the Southeast God Lord.

And never lost.

Today, Chiqiu needed to use it again to deal with the enemy... Perhaps he already knew that this was the master's last battle, so the spiritual 'Dragon Swallow' vibrated and hummed continuously.

"Old friend, let us face these old enemies together! Ever since Taiyan and Bingli died in battle, I have actually had this kind of awareness. It's just that I promised to kill God back then. No matter what, I must persist. Today, I My hard work has come to an end, even if I die in battle, I can rest in peace!" Chiqiu gently stroked the gun body of 'Tunlong', confiding from the bottom of his heart as if to a bosom friend. In the absence of the Eastern God Master Shi Shen, Chiqiu can only fight alone. The only object he can always accompany and trust is the "Dragon Swallowing" in his hand.

"My king, don't, don't abandon my concubine..."

In the world of the tome, maybe it sensed the danger outside, maybe it was because of the guidance of the war beast.

A woman in white flew out, crying and throwing herself into Chiqiu's arms. Her pear blossom and rainy appearance was so beautiful. If it wasn't for the sadness and sorrow, she would be a great beauty who could easily fascinate all beings.

She hugged Chiqiu's waist tightly with both hands, weeping uncontrollably.

The sound is like a cuckoo crying blood.

If people hear it, they will all be heartbroken.

Chiqiu is not hard-hearted, but the situation is so oppressive, he can only lament the bad luck, and slowly stretch out his right hand, stroking his lover's long hair very gently, at this time, he is no longer fighting bloody, swearing to death An unyielding southeast god, but a good husband who bid farewell to his wife affectionately before leaving. If he wasn't in a desperate situation, how could he be so heroic?

"My lord, I bid you farewell... I know that my lord is most afraid of loneliness, so I will take a step first, the road is not far away, I will wait for you, and I will definitely not let my lord's journey be empty and lonely... My lord, The concubine is gone!"

A woman in white kisses her lover goodbye affectionately.

Kneel down again.

Hugging her lover's knees, kissing his trembling and drooping hands with tears streaming down her face, she knew that he was also reluctant to leave by herself, but she couldn't keep her. That's why she had to say goodbye more firmly, so as not to drag him down.

She kissed his big hand, over and over again.

Nothing is enough.

Finally, he respectfully bid farewell with a big salute and kowtowed again and again.

When she raised her small face to look at him again, a Zhenlie dagger had already been inserted deeply into her chest until it ran out of handle.

"My king, if you have the opportunity to leave, don't hesitate, I will wait for you for ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years! Cough cough, this ambition will never change... I am gone, my king takes care... "She held Chiqiu's big hand weakly, and finally slid backward as her body collapsed. She still wanted to grab the hem of his clothes, even though she was determined to leave first, but she was still so reluctant.

Chiqiu also stretched out his hand towards her who was slowly falling to the ground, but he didn't forcefully hold her little hand, but closed his eyes in pain, letting her fall to the ground reluctantly.

He could have saved her life just now, but he didn't do that.

Because, he also knows.

She is dead.

If she dies here in battle, she will definitely not live alone... Instead of letting her be sealed for a lifetime in the dark tome world, or being captured by the enemy, and being insulted by the enemy, it is better to let her go on the road with peace of mind, and walk with me in the future !

This is also the greatest wish in her heart, so no matter how reluctant and unbearable he is in his heart.

Also respect her choice.

"It's not sad enough to die, it's meaningless, let me help you!" At some point in Shafeng's hand, a gleaming golden trident appeared, and under Chiqiu's eyes, he ruthlessly It pierced the chest of the woman in white who was still breathing, and crossed her limp body, piercing in mid-air.

"Sand Feng!" Chiqiu rushed towards Shafeng furiously, but Shuanghan pulled the ice chain, and Chiqiu's fury struck him, instead of knocking Shafeng away, he kicked him sideways.

"It's a bit miserable now, but I don't think it's enough. In fact, it can be even worse!" Sha Feng laughed.

"Aifei!" Two lines of blood and tears flowed from Chiqiu's eyes.

"I, my king... let's go, let's go..." The woman in white who was stabbed in the air by the golden trident, now her white clothes have been stained with blood, but the tear-stained face just now struggled to show a trace of paleness Another weak smile.

This smile is like a hundred flowers adjusting to zero.