All the brilliance in the world has disappeared, like a shooting star in the dark night. It is the thousands of years of eaves that penetrate the wall, supporting the character of the scholar who is willing to break the bamboo joints and not bend, and he has burned his life for a moment to leave peace for eternity.

As soon as Guan Juyi fired his shot, the world was suddenly in a state of flux.

The wail of the spear was like the cry of a bird crying for blood. It stirred up a moment of extreme sharpness, turning the gray sky white. The whimpering wind forced away the shadows. After the roaring that was as violent as the whole world, bursting out one after another.

Lightning, countless bolts of lightning powerful enough to break mountains fell on the monster on the opposite side.

No one could clearly see what was happening in the sky at this moment. They could only hear the screams of the monster in the Forgotten Realm after suffering pain. After the dazzling light illuminated everyone's faces, the monster with overwhelming momentum retreated quickly, and lightning in the sky pursued it.

Not only that, but even dozens of miles away, the residual power of lightning fell to the ground, and even the monsters in the Naihe realm could not withstand it for a moment.

Changsun Daosheng and others were shocked when they saw the remaining power. "He has come this far. The head of the family once said that the difference between Wangyou and Naihe is that human power has reached its extreme, creating the power of heaven and earth from scratch."

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"With his cultivation at the peak of the Naihe Realm, he has used the magical power of the Wangyou Realm, and has the power of the Wangyou Realm."

As soon as the gun was fired, thousands of cold lights bloomed, creating a scene that was like destroying the world, but it happened to save the lives of the soldiers on Yunmo Mountain.

The children of the aristocratic family who had never paid much attention to Yunmo Mountain looked at the figure in the air and burst into tears. Remembering Cheng Zhi'an once said that Guan Juyi was the backbone of Yuanmo Mountain, they felt the same in their hearts.

I feel that the title "Sword Saint" is worthy of its name.

Lu Han was the most grieved and fell to the ground wiping tears. Even if no one scolded him for his behavior, he still remembered the shocking words in his heart - Why are you crying?

"Guan Juyi!" The monsters in the Wangyou Realm shouted hysterically and fled with serious injuries. The remaining monsters were out of control and were killed by Guan Juyi's gun power.

Resentment kills people with blood and cleans them!

Guan Juyi fell to the ground from mid-air, leaning on his spear and watching this scene. He saw that the monster was exhausted and defeated neatly.

The children of all the aristocratic families gathered together, all with admiration, "Senior!"

"grown ups!"

Guan Juyi suddenly bent over and coughed, splattering blood. It turned out that his nonchalant behavior just now was just an act.

Everyone hurried forward and helped Guan Juyi sit down slowly.

Guan Juyi just waved his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't have to be like this."

As he spoke, the spear in his hand made a faint cracking sound, and with it, more and more blood stained Guan Juyi's linen clothes, just like the plum blossoms in the garden falling to the mud.

Guan Juyi glanced at the spear beside him and said regretfully: "It's just a pity that after so many years with me, I can't hold on anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cracks on the tip of the gun spread rapidly. Guan Juyi coughed up another mouthful of blood and stroked the gun body, with a somewhat relieved look on his face.

Cheng Zhi'an suddenly lowered her head and wiped away her tears. Cui Hao asked what happened, but she just pointed at Guan Juyi and didn't say a word.

Guan Juyi glanced at Cheng Zhi'an, and said with a smile that it doesn't have to be like this. He looked around at everyone for a long time, and then spoke again, but everyone was shocked, "Wait until I die."

Cui Hao, Changsun Daosheng, Lu Han and other children of the aristocratic family all had their hearts skipped a beat. For them now, this is simply one of the most unbelievable things in the world. The man in front of them saved everyone from fire and water not long ago.

, a great cultivator who retreated from the Forgetful Realm with one shot, and who had guarded the Demon Cave for many years. How could a person who was known as the Spear Saint in the Holy Dynasty die so suddenly?

More importantly, Cui Hao looked back at the faces slowly gathering around him. If Guan Juyi died, what would these people do?

Guan Juyi said: "After I die, the monster in the Forgetful Realm will definitely come back. You must remember to report it to the court as soon as possible, otherwise once the monster goes down the mountain, the people in villages and towns within a radius of dozens of miles will not be able to survive."

While he was speaking, he continued to cough up blood, and his voice gradually became weaker. "However, my shot also wounded his roots. In a short period of time, his strength was reduced to ten percent. I tried my best, so there is no need to regret it."

go."

Cheng Zhi'an tried his best to stop swallowing and repeated what he once said to his eldest grandson Daosheng, "Li Chen said that you are the backbone of the Holy Dynasty, and having you guarding Yunmo Mountain is a blessing to the people of the Holy Dynasty."

Guan Juyi shook his head and said, "Since ancient times, the backbone of the human race has been passed on to the next generation. It has never been Guan Juyi's white body."

Changsun Daosheng and others were even more speechless and just bowed to the ground.

Guan Juyi looked at them and the thousands of soldiers behind them, and said with a smile: "I once scolded your family in front of the Ninth Prince for not caring about the world. Today I know that you are as passionate as them."

It was my fault that I never calmed down."

Then, he slowly closed his eyes and said the last words in his life, "I just hope that there will be peace in Yuanmo Mountain in the future. If, if there is such a day, let's start with Guan Juyi."

In the low cry, it seems that I have returned to the courtyard of the border town many years ago.

A beautiful woman in linen clothes rolled up her sleeves and planted two bamboo joints. She turned around and said, "Now that my husband is proud and unyielding, the wife should praise him and advance and retreat together, live and die together."

"My husband is a rare gentleman in the world. No matter what decision he makes, how can the wife blame him?"

"My husband was born with pride, talent and ambition. He is a first-class person in the world. If my husband seeks death because of my death, the world will lose a great scholar and the people of the Holy Dynasty will lose a good official. It will be my fault."

"My husband doesn't want me to die with regrets."

Guan Juyi smiled and whispered, "Finally, I can live up to Madam's expectations."

On the Yuanmo Mountain, the clouds were lifted up by the mournful cries, and the curtain was filled with cries, as bleak as the sky was falling.

On this day, Qiang Shengguan Juyi spent all his glory and died in the right place, so he passed away peacefully.

On this day, winter entered the holy dynasty, and the world turned gray overnight.


Chapter completed!