V4.Chapter 313

Snow country, mormans.

Tianyin walked out of the old small castle without expression, facing the heavy rain without looking back.

God quietly looking at his back, the whole person's breath more real.

Since about half a year ago, each meeting between them can be regarded as an unhappy parting. The two brothers have saved each other's lives, even more than once. No one can convince each other. Led by Tianyin, the cracks in Tiandu's purgatory seem to have become more and more obvious.

God never sighed or wavered, just as he looked at Tianyin's back at this time. When he was calm, there was only paranoia in his eyes.

Wind and rain are like knives.

Tianyin did not evaporate the surrounding rain.

He walked against the heavy rain and wiped the rain off his face.

East European cold wind and cold rain, polar night is still cold and dark environment, his eyes as bright as cold stars, the whole person seems increasingly indifferent.

In front of the dawn castle in white, he looks at Tianyin with complicated eyes.

Tian Yin nodded with him, but his steps did not stop.

"How?"

Dawn asked.

The footstep of Tian Yin pauses, hoarse way: "after decisive battle is over, I go to Tian Nan."

In his several conversations with God, this was the end result.

Tianyin is very satisfied with the result, but he absolutely doesn't like it.

He didn't like the result, not at all.

"Why

Sigh at dawn.

"Yes, why?"

Tianyin repeated and shook his head.

He walked into the wind and rain, two people brush past: "so best."

"Did you think about me when you went to Tiannan?"

Dawn suddenly asked, his tone is very slow, almost word by word, with indescribable weight.

Tianyin's forward step suddenly stopped.

He stood in the rain.

The wind and rain like a knife made him wet in an instant.

I don't know how long it took for Tianyin to slowly say, "you and I have been friends for many years. I want you to be honest. Do you think your highness is doing right?"

At dawn there was nothing to say.

He shook his head: "I will not question any of your Highness's decisions."

"No doubt, doesn't mean he's right."

Tianyin said faintly: "wrong is wrong. For so many years, Li's tortoise has been shrinking at the border. From there, people have been coming out to Tiandu purgatory. But has your highness ever gone back once? Have you ever been back? None of you know the life there. Li has been suffering for so many years and despairing for so many years. Everyone regards Shaozhu as Li's hope for the future, which is a little hope squeezed out of despair. Now I come to Tiandu purgatory, he told me that the little Lord is not worthy, you also think that the little Lord is not worthy. Ha, no? All Li's hopes for so many years have been on the young master. You don't deserve me? For what? Ah? What do you mean? Why is he? Why don't you say you don't deserve it? Do you match it? How ridiculous

His voice is higher and higher, in the wind and rain, he stands in front of the dawn, almost roaring to vent his long suppressed emotion.

Dawn did not speak.

He doesn't need to answer that question.

Every question of Tianyin is to question your highness.

He was asking if his highness was worthy.

Whether he is worthy of denying Li Tianlan.

The God in the castle did not answer. He was quiet.

Tianyin waited for a while and laughed at himself.

"I will take part in this decisive battle, which can be regarded as an end to my days in Tiandu purgatory. But I'm just the beginning. More and more people will leave here and leave Tiandu purgatory. "

"He claims to be a God, I don't mind. He said that the young master is not worthy, and I don't mind. But in my eyes, he doesn't deserve it. Heaven does not deserve purgatory. "

The wind and rain are cold and trance.

Through the rain, Tianyin looked at the dawn in front of her, and said coldly: "from today on, in my heart, Tiandu purgatory is Tiandu purgatory, and Li is Li. I will go back to Tiannan, as for you and me... "

"If we don't die this time, we'll see you in the south of the sky."

Without saying much, he turned around and went straight into the rain.

Standing in the same place in the eyes of dawn finally revealed a touch of bitterness, even pain.

Everyone in Tiandu purgatory knows that he is in charge of all things in Tiannan, even the whole Senluo palace is there.

Tianyin went to Tiannan and stood beside the so-called little Lord. If they met in Tiannan in the future, what would it be like?

What kind of position will they have?

It's better not to see.

Take a deep breath at dawn.

This is a brother who lived and died together.

But from today on, what are they?

"I will break through and enter the invincible situation in the near future. In the future, it's better to disappear."

The low voice of dawn rings out and falls into the ears of Tianyin from all directions.

He is the purgatory of Tiandu, the whole Eastern Europe except God, Wang Tianzong, the whole dark world.

Everyone is waiting for this sword!

The summer solstice turns and walks to his residence.

Among her favorite flowers and plants, there is a crystal clear jade Avalokitesvara.

Summer solstice kneels in front of Guanyin, hands together, look very devout, she closed her eyes, whispered: "to start."

......

Reggie City, presidential palace.

The elite of countless snow dance legions completely surrounded the area hundreds of meters around Wang Tianzong.

He stood in front of the presidential palace, his eyes focused.

Clear wind and flowing clouds.

The shadow of yin and Yang.

Li zonghu, Li Shisheng, Hua Qingfeng

One by one high-level appeared behind the robbery.

Everyone was looking at the room in the ruins.

Under the wind and rain, the room seems to come alive, is gently shaking, like breathing.

The sky sword is intended to roar in every tremor of the room, sweeping the night and driving the wind. The raindrops are completely torn up by the sword meaning, and the tiny spray does not fall, but is suspended in the sky with the sword meaning.

More and more broken rain, spray dense suspension in every corner of the presidential palace.

The room is still shaking gently.

In everyone's view, the room is becoming more and more blurred, more and more distant.

No one can see that room any more.

No one can see Wang Tianzong.

In the dark, a vague world, it seems that something is happening, slow, firm, but irresistible.

......

In the room, under the dim yellow light, Wang Tianzong was still practicing calligraphy.

His handwriting is getting less and less.

And it's decreasing.

I'm number one.

No, forever.

Xiaoxiong is also disappearing.

In the end, the handwriting has lost you and me.

There's only one left.

Wang Tianzong's action is more and more natural and natural. The brush in his hand is wandering wantonly on the white paper. At a certain moment, he doesn't seem to be practicing calligraphy. His whole person seems to have no power, light as nothing.

Only the brush that seems to tear the whole world is still swimming, driving his whole body and will.

Sublimation.

Up.

Peak.

To the top.

......

More and more blurred scene, a guard in the square outside the most elite snow dance Legion came in.

He had a letter in his hand.

He handed the envelope to the grass-roots officers on top of him, the grass-roots officers to the middle-level officers, and the middle-level officers to the top.

The letter finally fell into Qingfeng's hands.

Qingfeng took the letter, a kind of ominous premonition suddenly came up, his palm trembled subconsciously.

He is not the recipient of the letter.

The recipient of this letter is rob.

He hesitated and exchanged a look with Liuyun.

"What's the matter?"

There was a husky voice and he turned his head.

Qingfeng's palm shrunk subconsciously, then said with a bitter smile: "it's OK."

Rob's eyes fell on the letter in Qingfeng's hand.

"For me?"

He asked.

Qingfeng's face was ugly, and his foreboding feeling was more and more strong.

"Here you are."

He held out his hand.

"Your Highness..."

Qingfeng opens her mouth.

"Here you are."

I repeat.

Qingfeng clenched his teeth and handed the envelope to the robber.

He looked at the envelope, squinted and opened it.

In the wind and rain, a picture was taken out of the envelope.

Qingfeng Liuyun has doubts in his eyes.

It's a woman in the picture.

A white dress, delicate body.

This was originally a woman who could be called "the best of the country and the best of the city", but at this time, half of her face was swollen, and a scar with deep bone was scratched from her chin to the end, which completely destroyed the beauty of this face and looked extremely ferocious.

Little bits of blood spilled on her white skirt, she looked at the front of some dull, desperate and helpless.

Qingfeng Liuyun doesn't know this woman, and doesn't know what this picture is about.

Rob lowered his head and watched quietly.

His eyes were cold and calm, deep without even the slightest fluctuation.

But this photo seems to be falling from his hands with an unreachable weight, falling in the wind and rain.

The back of the photo appeared in the line of sight of the robber. It was a line of Chinese, crooked, but with a strong fury and domineering.

"My light is in mormans, heresy, come and die!"

Heresy.

There is only one force in the world that can use this word.

Holy See!

And there is only one holy see who is qualified and confident to be robbed and killed.

The angel of jihadi, aresis!

But why does the Holy See believe that the robbery will pass just by this photo?

Qingfeng Liuyun frowned. Almost at the same time, they thought of a message that no one mentioned in sighing City, but everyone had heard of.

White dress.

White dress.

Saint angel?!

The wind and the clouds changed.

"Your Highness?"

Qingfeng called tentatively.

He didn't speak or move.

He kept his head down and looked at the pictures in the rain. The breath on his whole body was disappearing.

All the anger began to be introverted, and finally there was nothing left.

That is the whole person in the extreme, in desperate convergence, and finally become a desolation.

Qingfeng subconsciously reaches out his hand and touches the robbery: "Dian..."

He didn't finish.

The palm went through the chest of the robber.

Rob's figure began to twist and shake.

I do not know when, stop in place, is already a shadow.

The face of the wind is about to turn.

In the room, Wang Tianzong's brushstroke falls again.

Only one word.

One

A word is like a sword.

In a flash, the hazy and violent sword Qi broke through the room, a circular ripple swept the whole square in the most fierce and arrogant manner, and finally went straight into the night sky.

The vast and endless sword Qi is like a dragon, and it is like a tide. The dim and clear sword light is endless, which directly breaks the whole sky.

Where the vision goes, the whole sky is broken. Black waves appear one after another in the transparent space. The messy rain seems to fall from countless worlds, smashed by the sword and turned into ice crystals one after another.

More and more ice crystals, dense, from top to bottom, spread out in all directions, instantly covered the entire square.

With Wang Tianzong's room as the center, countless ice crystals with sword meaning continue to expand out.

Qingfeng kept the posture of turning around and stood still.

Liuyun reaches out his palm and stops.

Li zonghu raised his head in doubt.

Hua Qingfeng is frowning.

Mirage Yin Yang seems to want to step forward.

The shadow of robbery is twisting.

Freeze frame.

Freeze all!

Tens of thousands of people, the whole square and the whole snow dance corps were completely frozen in an instant.

In other words, he was directly imprisoned in the original place by the unimaginable majestic sword Qi.

The whole square was dead in an instant.

Everyone kept the posture of that moment, motionless.

Only the sword is still whistling and spinning between heaven and earth.

In the room, Wang Tianzong raised his head and looked south.

His vision seems to have crossed Eastern Europe, across the snow country, over the vast North Sea, and landed on the Dibing mountain.

The sun is rising there.

The flowers are blooming there.

Breeze transit, birds and flowers, mountains and rivers, laughter, live and work in peace and contentment.

For hundreds of years, the Wang family in Beihai has been honored and glorified by the invincibility of the world.

And now, this moment, this night.

New brilliance is at your feet!

Wang Tianzong looked in that direction.

His eyes with an undisguised attachment and love, so heavy, so affectionate.

He will sweep the age.

Then back there, with Beihai Wang continue to rush to the highest peak.

He will go back, he must.

Wang Tianzong's palm held, he looked at the island in the North Sea, the mountain, whispered: "wait for me."