202          The Heaven and Earth (2)

Yankow let out a harsh roar.

"Shameless!"

Meng Fuyao smiled shamelessly, reached out and took out the long-prepared spear from the pit, and jumped out with the guards - this iron plate formation could only trap smoke and kill in an instant, and if you want to kill, you must seize the opportunity!

The smoke between the gaps connected by the iron plate array, the smoke will be destroyed, flash and dark, and the smoke will be killed in a flash!

Meng Fuyao stepped on the edge of the pit and flew up. He flew halfway behind him and roared and swept his gun. He took a little under Meng Fuyao's feet and sent her up five feet like a whirlwind and landed on the iron box. Meng Fuyao immediately poked down like lightning!

Yao Xun Tiecheng and his guards also rushed over, raising their hands on the ground, and all spears flew intertwined and penetrated the iron box.

With a loud howl, the smoke was strong, and the iron box exploded with a loud bang, shattering into millions of black iron pieces, flying in the night.

"Huala!"

A brilliant white light suddenly shone in the sky, and the golden snake danced wildly above the black clouds. The clouds seemed to be shaken, and some scattered raindrops shook out. First, the tiny rain stars were shaking, and then they were continuous and shaking around by the wind, swaying the crystal water light for the day.

The ground was covered with black broken iron, and it rained, with some strange eyes. In the whistling rain curtain, the water on the ground quickly gathered into a small stream and stretched out from all directions. There was a branch of those streams, which was a faint red.

Yanshe stood there, with a deep blood hole on his shoulder and blood on his knees. Blood came out, dyeing the yellow robe into a turbid color.

He stood there with a blue face and took a deep breath. As he breathed, the smoke on his face flickered and darkened. Every time it went darker and lighted up again, the smoke rose a little more. It was obvious that he was injured under Meng Fuyao twice in a row. He was really angry and was about to take it out to kill him at the bottom of the box.

Meng Fuyao would not give him a chance to fight to the death.

She smiled softly, "Killing the Sky" flashed, and with the shimmering light of the moon and the sun, the strong wind rushed over.

The wind rises, the sun rises, and the moon fills!

After the final battle between the leader of the Zhenwu, Meng Fuyao used his own technique of integrating the true power of the strong wind, Sun and Moon Soul in the field battle for the first time. The three true powers were more integrated during her hard practice. They were like streaming springs and rivers. Wherever they passed, the wind was not strong and the light was not visible, but the breath suffocated the cold light. The rise and fall, the point shots and strokes were three points faster than the limit that ordinary people could reach.

Fast! The true meaning of martial arts is fast. In front of the powerful and powerful person who surpasses oneself, chasing the moon and wind, changing rapidly, never touching one's own trajectory!

Meng Fuyao turned into light and shadow, and turned into a whirlwind that sprang thousands of miles in an instant, wandering and hovering, coming from the infinite vastness, heading to all the key points of the center - the only one - Smoke Kill!

The smoke killer can no longer compete with her.

He was injured and was hindered from his movements. The one on his shoulder was still heavy. It was Meng Fuyao's killer. An ordinary master had already been shot through with one shot. What's more, above the gun, feed poison! On the four corners of the tumbling and closed iron box, spray poison!

He was poisoned, injured, and forced to fight Meng Fuyao.

Tiecheng and others were about to come up to help the fist, but Meng Fuyao glared and scolded him: "Damn, I still have to help you, so I won't live anymore!"

She took her busy eyes and glanced at the eaves of the opposite house. Shi Shiran sat high, and his light purple clothes were floating in the air. He even held an umbrella leisurely. He was squatting on his knees, watching the battle with a certain white hair, one person and one rat, smiling and motionless, only covering her with his eyes.

The one who kept letting her fly but always took her into her own care.

Meng Fuyao smiled, looked back, and went to fight and kill people peacefully.

The two, high on the eaves, watched her fight and kill.

The smoke killed the rainy night and was buried, but was exhausted; he was caught off guard and was first poisoned and then injured, and was exhausted; he met Meng Fuyao, who was full of energy and prepared to fight fiercely, and was exhausted.

No matter how strong a strong person is, he has a limit. The three forces are exhausted, so he has to be exhausted!

The 328th move.

The smoke that was waving like a streamer in Yansha's palm became thinner and thinner. Meng Fuyao suddenly had a false move, an extremely complex gesture - from the experience of watching Changsun Wuji and Taiyan fight that night - such a dazzling dance, Yansha raised his hand, but his hand suddenly fell into nothing.

At the same time, Meng Fuyao was dismissed and turned around. Her black hair was raised like a large black satin, and she raised it as smoothly as the raindrops. When it fell, she had already turned around and bumped into his arms. The meteor hit the wind like a meteor, and she was straight towards the smoke kill and crashed into his arms!

With an extremely bold and weird move, Yan Sha never thought that in the battle opposite, someone would dare to expose the hollow door to him completely and deliver the hollow door to the door completely.

Yan Sha was stunned, very deadly.

"Click!"

The black knife is like an aurora, and a flashes in the rain.

Meng Fuyao raised his hand and drew his sword. Blood was brought out from the blade, which shot out in the midnight drizzle, pulled away like a stunning rainbow, instantly crossing the darkness, and slowly faded by the raindrops, like a dance of life that ended silently in the night, stunningly amazing and eventually subsided.

The rain fell silently, and both of them were bleeding. Meng Fuyao was still leaning against Yank's front heart, feeling that his body quickly became cold, like the smoke that could not be wrapped around, suddenly leaking from the wound that penetrated the front and back abdomen.

She raised her eyebrows, raised her legs and kicked her, and kicked her body like a sack with a "bang". The heavy body was kicked out several feet, slipped several feet on the rainy ground, and was submerged in the water.

The light red water flowed around the ground, and the blood was the same color as ordinary people, and it seemed that it was not different from the astonishing identity of the deceased.

One of the top ten, famous for thirty years, Yan Sha, a legendary and legendary figure, died in a humble alley on such an ordinary rainy night and at the hands of an eighteen-year-old girl.

If anyone sees this battle, he will never believe his eyes.

However, someone still saw everything clearly with his own eyes. In the darkness ahead, Yan Jingchen slowly looked back, his eyes were dark - he saw the entire battle process, from Yan Zhan to ambushing to Meng Fuyao's battle to Yan Zhan being killed.

He stood there in a daze, looking at the dark nothingness in disbelief, as if he had seen nothing, but he seemed to see the fate of Senliang and kindness.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the girl standing with a gun in the rain, holding a knife in one hand and looking back with a smile. Her clothes and long hair were flying, and her slender and straight figure was like a goddess in the sky. Her temperament was warm and sharp. Without the arrogant aura, it still made people feel that the light was brilliant and unfaithful, and it made people feel ashamed and unfamiliar.

No closer...Meng Fuyao, who was once.

He looked up at her. After she showed "Breaking the Nine Sky" in the battle between Zhenwu, he once again felt the distance and the indifference of fate. That woman, the woman standing in the light and shadow, has since become the hanging scroll of swaying lights in his life. He can see such high and distant beauty, but it will never be touched.

She had already left, too far from him.

Even though he did not hesitate to do this, even if he was in filth, even if he sacrificed everything, he chased her like that, but he was not worthy of touching the corner of her clothes in the end.

She was born to be the peak of the world, and the highest place overlooking the mighty world. The love on Xuanyuan Mountain was just a gift from fate to her, and he had no chance to ask for more.

Those lovesick rouge buttons always hold on to themselves who are destined to be left far away.

His eyes slowly fell on the corpse that was killed in the rain alley.

That was his master, his benefactor and enemy. He thought he could not escape his needs and bonds in his life, as if he could not escape the filthy pain of the dark night. However, today, because of her hands, he was freed.

He was freed, and he knew her painstaking efforts--she killed his wife and killed his nightmare to compensate.

Such grudges are clearly distinguished and compassionate with the compensation.

And from then on, will he continue to linger in pain or let go and forget?

Yan Jingchen stood in the rain, his clothes were wet. He watched Meng Fuyao put down his gun, Meng Fuyao raised his head, Meng Fuyao's eyes fell on the man watching the battle on the eaves opposite. Her eyes were soft and happy, and she smiled and the divine light was merging.

The man, holding an umbrella, leaned over and smiled slightly, looking at her with a quiet and tolerant look, as vast as the universe.

The moment of looking at each other.

Yan Jingchen suddenly felt that he was shrinking infinitely, shrinking into tiny dust floating between heaven and earth.

He stood silently in the rain, and finally slowly walked towards Yank's corpse. He and Meng Fuyao passed by, without looking back, but just squatted down and picked up Yank's corpse.

The old body completely relaxed in his arms and could no longer cause any harm to him. And those entangled love and hate will eventually return to the dust like this old age.

Yan Jingchen held the smoke and stood up. No matter what, the master and disciple played, he had the responsibility to bury the smoke and kill him.

He held the cigarette and killed him step by step, leaving from beginning to end, without looking back.
Chapter completed!