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Lan Rong didn't want to give way, but he was just an ordinary person here. He couldn't stop Zhao Yushu from going over. Besides, since he had already seen Lan Ling, he didn't have to worry about getting lost if he forced his way through.

Lan Rong waved his sleeves angrily, but unfortunately he was wearing a down jacket and the cuffs were not wide enough to wave, which made him look a little funny.

Zhao Yushu held back his laughter, leaped onto the platform and sat next to Lan Ling.

"So this is what your world is like."

"How long have you been here?"

"I can't remember. It seemed like a long time ago, but when I saw you, it was like I just arrived."

"how do you feel?"

Lan Ling smiled and hugged her legs with both hands: "Very good, planes that fly faster than flying swords, cars that run faster than horses, mobile phones that can transmit voices over thousands of miles, and endless good things to eat. By the way, I tried six kinds of wine last night, including beer, red wine, and white wine. If my father hadn't stopped me, I would have tried ten kinds."

Lan Ling smiled happily.

Zhao Yushu's heart, which had just been re-determined by Li Tong, began to waver violently. Now, as long as Lan Ling told him to stay, he would stay without hesitation.

"It's great here. There are things here that I couldn't even dream of in the past. It wouldn't be bad if I could live like this for the rest of my life."

Zhao Yushu lowered his head and said nothing.

Lan Ling tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder: "You were there hoping it would become like here, right?"

“I hope it can be better than it is now.”

"Yes, it looks great here. It has all the people you care about. You can live more comfortably than an emperor. This is your utopia. I just learned this word recently."

Zhao Yushu nodded: "Yes, thank you for telling me."

"You guessed it a long time ago, why are you thanking me?"

"I dare not admit it."

Lan Ling retracted her gaze and looked at the sky a thousand years later: "I don't know if I can still remember these after I go back."

"I'll tell you again."

"It's so painful just to hear it."

"Then I'll find a way to bring you back."

"It's a word."

"Hang yourself with a hook."

The two smiled and pulled their fingers together, then leaned together again, watching the shadow move from west to north, and then from north to east.

"When to go back?"

Lan Ling closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep, but suddenly she spoke.

"In a little while."

"Go back, you still have so much to do."

"Ah."

Zhao Yushu's mind moved, and a scabbard appeared out of thin air on his knees.

'Arthur, this scabbard is ten times more valuable than the sword in your hand. The hero who holds this scabbard will not bleed. Do you really want to choose the sword?'

"A true knight should charge into the battlefield with a sword in hand, not hide behind a scabbard!"

'You don't understand the meaning of protection.'

Avalon, the kingdom of elves, the holy land that will never fall, the final utopia.

Here, nothing can harm the bearer of the scabbard, but equally, it only opens to those who are worthy.

Guarding is not cowardice, it requires far more courage than charging.

A blood-red setting sun appeared in the sky, as if an endless sea of ​​fire had burned into this world.

Everyone looked up at the sky in horror, and Zhao Yushu stood up.

Lan Ling and Lan Rong have disappeared.

The spiritual power that did not belong to this world began to rage, interweaving with the sea of ​​fire to form a huge firestorm.

Zhao Yushu soared into the air, his body severely disproportionate to the firestorm, but he kept moving forward.

The scabbard was held horizontally, crashing directly into the storm.

Heaven and earth are quiet.

Bujie's Boshun's Dharma image appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the Dharma weapon in his hand dispersed and gathered, gathered and dispersed, and changed from being solid to being almost transparent.

Li Hai's arms were broken and he lay on the ground gasping for breath.

Zhang Hong and Miao Ming had already fainted. They had just tried their best to attack again, but still failed to shake Yan Hui who had already reached the great perfection of the external scene.

The screams from within the bronze bell had disappeared.

Cao Zheng saw that Yan Hui seemed to be on the verge of a great victory. The blood pill in his hand was already soaked with sweat, but he was still hesitating whether to swallow it.

"Brother, we are done!"

Du Wu shouted in grief and anger. Zhao Yushu was unable to come out at all. Several cultivators who still looked like human beings were defeated miserably. He didn't think Yan Hui would let him go after his victory.

Cao Zheng seemed to be stimulated by these words. He pushed Du Wu away fiercely, raised his hand suddenly and swallowed the blood pill, then stared at the three seriously injured Waijing Dayuan.

As long as I swallow them, I may be able to survive under the hands of this monster.

Then, just as he was trying hard to fight the pain of just becoming a monk, a horse neighed in the air, and a horse spear came down from top to bottom, hitting Yan Hui who was caught off guard, knocking him back half a step.

This half step finally allowed Yan Hui's palm to temporarily leave the bronze bell.

But it's too late.

No one came out of the bronze bell.

Li Qi's mouth was bleeding and his eyes were red. The blood in his body had not yet completely dissipated, so he had no choice but to force his move. If Zhao Yushu died, he had no idea who else could win.

The white-hoofed crow galloped past, and its lance hit the bronze bell heavily, but it stopped where it was.

A bony hand grabbed the lance.

Even with his own strength at the peak of the seventh level and the power of the White Hoof Crow, he was unable to shake this hand at all.

With a whine, Li Qi and his horse were pinned to the ground. Yan Hui licked his lips, and got another blood meal.

Cao Zheng also licked his lips. He had no time to rejoice at the surging power in his body. Instead, he hesitated about who to start with.

Now Bujie is the only one who can hold on for a while, so I have to hurry up.

Cao Zheng jogged all the way to Li Qi, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood. It should have been you. Although you are a little late, the result is the same.

Cao Zheng opened his mouth and realized that he had finally become a cultivator and even had the opportunity to become the high and mighty inner scene!

It all started with this mouthful of blood!

Suddenly, Cao Zheng felt his scalp tingling. Yan Hui was clearly still struggling with that devil-like thing. Who was it?

Then he saw the sword spanning the sky.

The Shengci Temple formation covered in blood was cut through by the sword like paper, and then the sword continued to move forward, heading straight for Yan Hui.

"Evil heretics."

Cao Zheng seemed to hear a disdainful voice, and the sword light split into a small ray of light and flew towards him.

Cao Zheng stared blankly at the long sword that pierced his chest. What was going on?

Du Wu blinked, somewhat unable to believe that his brother-in-law, who had just been full of vigor and energy and delivered a ground-shaking speech, was now lying straight on the ground.

Yan Hui looked at the awe-inspiring sword light and clasped his hands together.

In Yuezhou, he failed to block the leader's amazing sword attack, and in Yizhou, he used the same method again.

Wu Ziteng appeared, his face pale.

After all, he had not yet reached the state of perfection. After fighting with King Samantabhadra for a long time, he had very little spiritual power left. After using the sword to soar into the sky, he was almost exhausted.

And his sword was held in Yan Hui's palm.

Wu Ziteng gritted his teeth, and his figure became blurred, as if he was turning into two of him.

The second move of the Seven Swords.

A soft hissing sound came from the side, startling Wu Ziteng's clone back.

Yan Hui couldn't help but turn his head and look over.

There were a few more soft sounds, and four scratches appeared on the huge bronze bell.

With a bang, a piece of copper flew out.

Zhao Yushu held the scabbard of Avalon in his left hand and Madam Xu in his right hand. His big foot on his bare hairy leg was still in a kicking position, and he looked at Wu Ziteng with a confused look on his face.

"Now that you're here, how can I pretend?"