bookcurios Chapter 160: Sticks and Dates
Chapter 160: Sticks and Dates
Guijianchou thought about it and agreed.
However, although the Chinese alligators will not attack them for the time being, they are still watching them eagerly.
Some even stretched their heads out to ask for a beating.
Because in its cognition, being beaten first and then eating biscuits is a fixed procedure.
The devil hit him with a stick and then gave him a piece of biscuit.
"There aren't enough shortbreads to go around."
Nie Baili said disdainfully: "Why don't you just throw it away and let them quarrel among themselves?"
Ghost: “…”
What a good idea! He immediately threw the biscuits around, and a group of crocodiles scrambled for them and were bleeding.
Nie Baili just had time to observe the formation formed by the amethyst ore.
If you don't find the center of the formation and enter without permission, you will be bounced out.
When the two were only one step away from success, there was already chaos outside.
After the hurricane that reached the sky and the earth swallowed up Shen Ji, ice slowly spread from the eye of the storm.
In the end, the rotating tornado also turned into an ice sculpture.
The disciples who were watching on the side were so frightened that they dared not come any closer.
Hua Shengsheng's position was only ten meters away from the tornado.
He quietly crawled on the ground, moved next to the tornado ice sculpture, and knocked on it gently.
The crisp sound of ding-dong rang in my ears.
There is no crack at all.
"Wow, it's pretty solid."
Hua Shengsheng quietly crawled back again. After all, when the gods fight, the little ghosts suffer.
He couldn't be that innocent kid.
However, he did not notice that when he turned around, tiny cracks gradually spread upwards and finally slowly reached the center of the formation.
Shen Wu Yue rode the wind and stood outside the hurricane.
"Master knows your ability. You have trapped yourself. What else can I do?"
From his perspective, Shen Ji was frozen in the eye of the wind by his own spiritual power, unable to move.
He only needs to gently move...
The ice shattered.
Shen Wu Yue retreated immediately, but he didn't expect Shen Ji's sword to be as fast as the wind!
Half of his long hair was cut off, and there was a wound of moderate size on his body.
Shen Wuyue subconsciously touched the wound, and there was blood? !
"Hahahahahahahahaha! It turns out I can bleed too. In thousands of years, no one has been able to force me to this point!"
Kanwu Yue's blood was boiling and his eyes became extremely excited.
He also summoned the Qingxiao Sword and engaged in a fight with Shen Ji.
The flashes of swords and sabers fell to the ground along with fragments of the hurricane.
The hurricane that was as high as the sky and earth collapsed the moment Shen Ji broke through the ice.
It was like the collapse of the pillars of heaven, and the disciples were so frightened that they fled in all directions.
Hua Shengsheng also quickly got up and pulled the unconscious man to hide aside.
However, no matter how fast the two ran, they could not defeat the huge ice blocks falling from the sky.
At the critical moment, they saw an iceberg as big as a mountain above their heads about to fall on their heads.
The unconscious disciple woke up and pushed Hua Shengsheng away:
"Run, leave me alone!"
Hua Shengsheng was so frightened that his legs and feet were shaking, but he still went up to pull the injured disciple's broken leg.
"Don't talk, and crawl towards me!"
The disciple was in excruciating pain, but he still tried his best to crawl to the side.
However, it only took a few breaths for the iceberg to fall, and before the two of them could climb away, a shadow appeared above their heads.
The fear of death directly hung over the hearts of the two.
Just as the two closed their eyes and waited for death, the aftermath of the Demon Lord's sword intent suddenly hit the iceberg.
The shadow hanging over the two men's heads immediately shattered.
Hua Shengsheng sat down on the ground, and he and the injured disciple glared at each other.
Both of them were gasping for breath, and the relief of surviving the disaster made them laugh and cry.
The battle between gods and demons, what a high-level word.
The sky and the earth lost their color, all kinds of moves and magic weapons were used, the three realms were destroyed, and it was a matter of life and death.
But these all belong to the Lord and the Demon Lord in heaven.
The picture book doesn't describe how a small fry like him died.
The two hid further away.
They are all geniuses picked from thousands, gathered in Qingxiao Sect, but now they can only watch others fight while they secretly act like mice.
The injured disciple suddenly pointed at the ice on the ground and said:
"Look!"
Hua Shengsheng turned around and saw that there was half of the body of a Qingxiao Sect disciple in the broken ice.
The remaining half has disappeared.
And that face belonged to the disciple who had just rushed forward first.
He was clearly full of energy just a second ago.
Now I can’t even close my eyes when I die. The position of sect leader is empty, while life and death are real.
As Hua Shengsheng watched, he couldn't help but lie on the ground vomiting, his stomach seemed to be churning.
The disciple on his hand also stroked his broken leg blankly with a dazed look in his eyes.
In the sky, the Sect Master and the Demon Lord were still fighting fiercely.
It was as thrilling as the scene of world-destruction that Hua Shengsheng had imagined.
But he didn't feel the slightest bit of joy in his heart.
The storybook only describes how powerful the protagonist is, but what about the nameless disciples behind him?
No one writes their fate.
As if their lives were worthless.
But Hua Shengsheng touched his beating heart...
He is also a living person!
The two continued to huddle in the corner, watching the fight in the sky.
Every sword strike from the Demon Lord was powerful, but the aftermath of the power could always shatter large chunks of icebergs and smash them into pieces.
Each of the sect leader's swords is vast and boundless, but under the long sword, all beings are equal.
Some innocent disciples were caught in the tornado and died.
Those disciples who did not escape died under the residual force of the sect master's sword.
The two of them looked unhappy.
If there was no comparison with the Demon Lord, there would be nothing wrong with the Sect Master doing this.
After all, how can personal life and death be as important as the survival of the righteous path?
But......
The injured disciple murmured:
"For the sake of the common people and to eliminate the Demon Lord, some sacrifices are necessary."
Hua Shengsheng whispered:
"But aren't we also common people?"
Injured disciple: “…”
The two of them lowered their heads in silence, each with their own struggles.
However, Shen Ji, the protagonist, was already somewhat exhausted at this moment.
The difference in strength between the two is not much, but Kanwu Yue never seems to get tired, and his spiritual energy never runs out.
After several games, the opponent's strength still remains at its peak.
Shen Wuyue challenged: "Are you out of strength? When I taught you how to kill when you were little, I always told you to hit the target with one strike. You have completely forgotten these skills now!"
These words sounded more like ridicule to Shen Ji.
The only person who can kill Shen Wu Yue with one strike is probably the grandmother from the upper realm.
The mask on Shen Ji's face had already fallen off, and he casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"It is thanks to your good teaching that I can ascend."
This sentence completely angered Shen Wu Yue. He raised his hand again, and the scattered brick and tile fragments, dead wood and branches, and broken corpses on the ground all rushed into the sky.
Standing still in the air, he stabbed Shen Ji randomly!
He raised the sword with both hands, chopped it horizontally, and swung the powerful sword intent to crush everything within his sight.
He didn't care about the lives of other disciples around him.
On the other side, in the dim cave, Gui Jianchou knocked on the crocodile's head and asked anxiously:
"Have you found the center of the formation? The shortbread is almost finished!"
Nie Baili is not Hua Shengsheng, who is proficient in all kinds of formations.
She could only judge the core of the formation based on her limited knowledge.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "Found it!"