Chapter 811 Wusheng
The stunning sword light that Hua Wuying slashed with his righteous sword finally slowly extinguished.
What shocked him even more was that after the sword was struck, not only did he not feel like his body was being hollowed out, but even the previous consumption and fatigue seemed to be wiped away!
Of course, the injuries all over his body have not yet recovered, but he feels that his condition is much better than before.
After the light was completely extinguished, Hua Wuying's pupils suddenly shrank!
The power caused by this sword was much more terrifying than he imagined!
Starting five steps in front of him, a huge ravine spread forward.
This ravine is several feet wide. It splits Xuanmeng Square in half from the middle, crushing the gate, cutting off the street, knocking down countless houses, and moving forward. And go.
Looking forward from here, there are at least hundreds of steps!
There is no doubt that if you look down from Luoyi at this time, you will see a black sword mark like a lying dragon.
When Fang Cai Cai Wuying and Fu Qingzhou were fighting, the strong wind blew most of the people around. This ravine did not kill many people, but many people were swallowed up by the sword. The huge sword marks Shang also saw some sporadic blood stains on the stumps.
Fu Qingzhou was lying a dozen steps away, in the center of the sword-marked ravine.
His body is already broken.
Literally broken.
His chest was chopped open, and his limbs, hands and feet were turned into powder. Under the exposed and overturned skin were broken and intersecting white bones, and the broken internal organs were dripping all over the ground like blood.
Only the head was still intact, with three eyes still open.
There are still no pupils visible in the three eyes, and the blackness as deep as the starry sky has also disappeared, leaving only the empty whites of the eyes facing the sky.
“Brother Fu!”
Hua Wuying gasped and was about to step forward.
At this moment, Jiang Baichuan’s deep laughter came from behind him: “It’s already like this, I should have died long ago.”
Hua Wuying turned back sharply.
I saw Jiang Baichuan coughing up blood and struggling to walk out of the ruins. He sneered and said: "Wuying, your understanding is indeed extraordinary. Even I may not be able to make this sword so domineering - -The sword is a killing weapon. This sword is extremely lethal, and he will definitely die."
In an instant, Hua Wuying's anger burst out!
His eyes were about to burst, and his sword pointed fiercely at Jiang Baichuan!
“You lied to me!”
He gritted his teeth and said: "You lied to me about Fu..."
"Lied to you?" Jiang Baichuan interrupted him with a sneer: "He has become like that, you don't still want to save him, do you? No. If you kill him, everyone will die, can't you see?"
As he spoke, he coughed heavily again. This time he couldn't even cough up much blood, and his whole body curled up in pain. They stood together, almost kneeling on the ground.
The anger on Hua Wuying's face gradually disappeared, leaving only deep despair and confusion.
In fact, he knew that at least this time, Jiang Baichuan was right.
Just now, he had no other choice... The sword formula that Jiang Baichuan read was his only chance to make a comeback. Without that sword formula, Fu Qingzhou might... no, not maybe, he would definitely kill everyone in Luoyi. He even fought his way out of Luoyi and went to other places!
Perhaps until a strong person like Ning Baimei takes action, there will be a chance.
He turned his head and looked at Fu Qingzhou, whose body was broken.
You...really killed him?
At this moment, a muffled groan suddenly came from Jiang Baichuan!
Hua Wuying looked back in shock, only to see a child's arm covered in blood growing out of his chest!
Of course it doesn’t grow.
At some point, Hui Jue appeared behind Jiang Baichuan and reached out to penetrate his body.
With a puff, Huijue withdrew his hand.
He looked at Jiang Baichuan who fell to the ground, with trembling hands, looked at Hua Wuying, and smiled miserably: "This is absolutely impossible, how can you, how can you... kill the Buddha..."
Hua Wuying's expression was equally gloomy.
He slowly lowered his sword, his expression ashen as dust.
What I want to do is save people, not kill people.
But now...
"Impossible, impossible, the prediction will not be wrong, Buddha..."
Hui Jue was still smiling miserably, his eyes fixed on Fu Qingzhou's direction, but as he smiled, the cry in his laughter gradually died down. On the contrary, his eyes lit up, and a kind of emotion gradually appeared on his face. Fanatic worship and belief!
Hua Wuying was stunned.
He also felt that there was a heat wave burning anxiously behind him.
He slowly turned around, his face unable to tell whether it was horror or joy.
Fu Qingzhou stood up again.
His body was shining with red light, and the fatal injuries on his body were rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The torn chest, crushed hands and feet, broken bones, and even the internal organs that had long been smashed to pieces... It’s like going back in time and recovering quickly!
“Buddha, Buddha will never die!”
Huijue laughed wildly!
Hua Wuying’s hands were trembling.
Fu Qingzhou is not dead, of course he is very happy.
But... who else can stop this monster in front of him who doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, and doesn't know good or evil?
Fu Qingzhou stood still, and all his injuries recovered in the blink of an eye. The three eyes were still open, but at this time, they were all red.
"Wait...that's not right..."
Huijue also reacted at this time, his smile faded, and he said in shock: "Buddha...Buddha's aura is wrong..."
“Huh.”
After a long time, the first syllable finally came out of Fu Qingzhou's mouth.
He slowly raised his head, with a playful smile on his face: "Buddha?"
Hua Wuying frowned, and he could clearly feel that the person in front of him had no chance at all. Not my own brother Fu Xian!
So he could only regroup his mood, take a deep breath, and raise the sword again.
But before he could do anything, he saw Fu Qingzhou taking off his sword from his waist and looking at it with disdain - in the previous chaos, his bow and his sword had long been forgotten. Luo didn't know where he went, only Dejian was still there. "Tsk, a group of guys who are afraid of wolves before and tigers behind, and are greedy."
He smiled disdainfully and said: "Rejecting the truth and grace and wisdom, but instead packaging them into good things and passing them on to future generations."
"Buddha, Taoist, and saint. , Ancestral Spirit, Demon Star, Ming Guang... They gave it so many names."
Fu Qingzhou raised his head and said boredly: "There are still these swords, but they are just corpses."
< br>As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw the German sword far away.
The German sword clanked and fell not far away, losing all its luster, like a dead thing.
Hua Wuying raised his sword with difficulty and pointed it at him.
"What on earth are you..."
He gritted his teeth and said: "Bring Brother Fu Xian back!"
"What am I?" Fu Qingzhou smiled slightly: "I save I have beaten him countless times and tried every means to fulfill his long-cherished wish for him, but he is afraid of me and guarded against me... But it doesn't matter, I will ignore the past grudges, and now... I will complete what he wants to do for him. "
Hua Wuying pursed his lips and backed away slowly: "What's the matter?"
"Save this people from the fire and water."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "The world is suffering because of the injustice of the sky—— It created them, gave them seven emotions and six desires, but took away their roots of immortality. This world is full of birth, aging, sickness and death, how can we not be miserable? "
Hua Wuying retreated more and more, and had retreated to Jiang Baichuan and Hui. The place of sleep.
A look of determination appeared on his face, and he asked in a deep voice: "How do you plan to help?"
"It's just killing."
Fu Qingzhou said softly, with a touch of ethereal compassion on his face: "If they are all dead, then it will be clean - all souls will be silenced, and the diseased way of heaven will also Die together, and then I will be able to reshape everything."
Hua Wuying's heart skipped a beat.
He turned his head and looked at the two people on his left and right.
On one side is Jiang Baichuan, who is seriously injured and about to die; on the other side is Hui Jue, whose faith is shattered and muttering to himself.
"Huh..."
Hua Wuying let out a breath, looked at Fu Qingzhou, still holding up the sword, and said seriously: "As long as I am here, you can't do it."
Fu Qingzhou however Not annoyed, he just smiled gently and said: "That sword just now was very powerful, but you couldn't stop me... and your sword is also useless."
Hua Wuying frowned: "You try. "
Fu Qingzhou smiled faintly, and in a flash, he was in front of Hua Wuying. With a touch of disdain on his face, he grabbed Yi Jian and tried to snatch it.
Hua Wuying grimaced and retracted the sword back, but Fu Qingzhou's hand still chased forward to grab the sword.
The next second, Hua Wuying suddenly bit the hilt of the sword in his mouth, stretched out two hands at the same time, and grabbed Jiang Baichuan and Huijue from the left and the right!
"Brother Jian!"
He squeezed out a shout from between his teeth: "Go to an uninhabited wasteland! The East China Sea, the South China Sea, the Northern Desert Sky Cliff, you can go anywhere! A place from which there is no return!”
The Righteous Sword burst out with intense light.
At the same time, Fu Qingzhou's hand also grasped the blade of the Righteous Sword.
He clearly felt something was wrong with the light on the sword and wanted to pull away, but at this moment there was a strong sticky force on the sword, making it impossible for him to get rid of it immediately.
The light instantly engulfed the four people, and Hua Wuying also showed a look of relief.
No matter where you go, at least...you can delay for some time.
But at this moment, he grabbed Jiang Baichuan's hand and was suddenly kicked back.
He lowered his head in shock.
Jiang Baichuan, who had almost lost his breath just now, grabbed him with his backhand expressionlessly, and then stood up.
At the moment when the light of the Righteous Sword was about to completely engulf them, Jiang Baichuan snatched the Righteous Sword from Hua Wuying's mouth and threw Hua Wuying away!
Boom!
Hua Wuying fell heavily into the ruins not far away, and was so shocked that he coughed up blood.
When he raised his head, the light emitted by Yoshiko had completely dissipated, and there was not even a single human figure in that place...
He looked at the place where the three disappeared in astonishment, with his mouth open, unable to say a word for a long time.
"Brother Hua! Brother Hua?!"
After a while, he was awakened by the call.
He subconsciously thought it was Fu Qingzhou calling him, but when he came back to his senses, he realized it was Zhao Hao.
Zhao Hao was in tatters and disgraced, and he had obviously just climbed out of the ruins.
He stood not far away with a surprised look on his face, pointing in the direction where the three people had just disappeared: "What's going on?"
Hua Wuying wanted to say something, but in the end , all he could squeeze out was a wry smile.
He didn't understand at all what Jiang Baichuan's last move meant.
Save yourself?
But why?
“Forget it, never mind...Brother Hua, don’t be in a daze.”
At this time, Zhao Hao had already rushed over, his face full of nervousness: “Quick, let’s go quickly— —"
As he spoke, he held a sword in a scabbard and shook it.
The sword is a ceremonial sword.
The scabbard is the scabbard of the king's sword.
“——If we don’t run, my father and the others will recover soon and we won’t be able to leave!” Zhao Hao said anxiously.
Hua Wuying took a deep breath, managed to regain some composure, and nodded: "Let's go."
(End of this chapter)