Chapter 453: Kill for life

Su Changhe also took three steps back and stopped. With a wave of his sleeves, a hidden weapon was scattered.
Li Fansong stepped forward and pulled Tang Ze back, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and said worriedly: "With so many hidden weapons, none of them hit?"
"Tang Sect's Wanshu Feihua can still be used like this? It's an eye-opener." Wushuang said with emotion.
Fei Xuan gasped heavily, "Brother Wushuang, can you see clearly?"
Wushuang shook his head: "I didn't see the last point."
Su Changhe took another three steps forward, suddenly his face turned pale, and he looked down at the tip of his right finger, where a small red dot slowly appeared, which spread out and formed a small blood drop. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Tang Ze's right hand.
Tang Ze sneered and shook his right hand lightly. There was a small box in his hand. The box was already opened, and there were dense pinholes inside.
Rainstorm pear flower needle!
"This is the first Lianyue who gave me this before leaving. He died under the pear flower needle in the rainstorm. It is a return." Tang Ze reluctantly stood up, and his meridians were at least broken under that palm. More than a dozen places, even if they are treated in time, I am afraid that they will not be able to function within a year, but they can replace Su Changhe.
Worth it!
Su Changhe lifted up his qi, trying to find the pear needle that was pierced into his body, but as soon as he got lucky, he felt that there were thousands of needles piercing it at the same time, and he immediately removed the qi. I dare not move rashly. At the beginning, he combined with the three elders of Tang Sect to plot against Zhao Yuzhen and Li Hanyi with the rainstorm Lihuazhen, and finally forced Zhao Yuzhen to die to save Li Hanyi. Now he is also injured by the Lihuazhen, which can be regarded as a causal cycle and retribution is unhappy.
"You're dead." Tang Ze slowly said, "No one can survive the pear needle, even if you are the head of the dark river."
Su Changhe did not answer, he slowly closed his eyes.
Since they are all dead, then you accompany me to hell!
He suddenly opened his eyes again, and forced to go to Xuanyou.
In an instant, a black suit floated in front of Su Changhe, and a broken blade pierced Su Changhe's chest instantly.
"You!" Su Changhe's eyes widened.
Su Muyu raised her head slightly, her eyes calm as water.
Su Changhe slowly raised his palm, his palm filled with black air.
"Not good!" Li Fansong exclaimed, and was about to help, but was held by Tang Ze: "Can't go, you are the one who died."
"Brother." Su Muyu suddenly whispered.
Su Changhe was stunned for a moment, and then slowly put his hands down. He lowered his head and took three steps back, watching the blood on his chest keep flowing out, muttering: "Mu Yu, am I wrong? "
"There is no absolute right or wrong in the world, but everyone protects things differently. Some people want to protect the world, and I want to protect our children in the dark river." Su Muyu released his hand and said in a deep voice.
"Today, let you go to my funeral." Su Changhe turned around and sat down cross-legged. He groaned softly, "There is light in the polar hell."
"The clouds and mist can be scattered to see the bright moon." Su Muyu gently pressed his hand on the top of Su Changhe's head, and he had no breath anymore.
Feixuan wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes: "Master's revenge is revenge."
Li Fansong jumped up and took off the Qingxiao sword that was inserted into the pavilion, and said angrily: "It's too cheap for him, I want to cut off his head."
Su Muyu suddenly turned around and stretched out a palm to Li Fansong.
Li Fansong was stunned for a moment and said, "Although you finally gave up and killed Su Changhe, you are one of the people who killed my master. If you dare to stop me, I don't mind killing you too."
"Abandon the dark and cast the light?" Su Muyu shook his head gently.
Wushuang stepped forward and stopped between the two: "Look at the medicine people everywhere. They were afraid of the power of the little Dao Tong's big dragon elephant just now, and they didn't dare to approach. Now they are also coming here. If we were at this time Fight again, I'm afraid they will all die here."
Tang Ze nodded and said, "We need to leave here now. Su Changhe is dead, and the enmity between Tangmen and Qingcheng Mountain has already been reported, so there is no need to grow out of it."
Wushuang said to Su Muyu: "Uncle Su, I'm afraid that our fate is going to be done here."
Su Muyu leaned down and hugged Su Changhe. He turned his back to Wushuang without turning his head: "You are a very good swordsman."
Wushuang smiled and said, "Uncle too."
Su Muyu smiled, holding Su Changhe's corpse and leaping forward, rushing towards the gate of Apocalypse without comment.
"He is leaving the city?" Li Fansong asked.
Wushuang nodded: "Didn't the uncle say that? Some people want to guard the world, and some people, such as him, just want to guard the dark river. There is no dark river in this Apocalypse city, so he doesn't need to stay. And you, it's time to go back to Yongan Palace."
Tang Ze frowned and said, "Xiao Yu took other people to Yongan Palace?"
"Yes, Su Muyu stopped their carriage, only Su Changhe walked down, and the rest of the people continued to go to Yong'an Palace. This time, it is enough time for the entire Yongan Palace to be destroyed." Wushuang recalled the carriage with a deep voice. Said, "There is a breath in it, which is terrible. But there is also an indescribable familiarity..."
Li Fansong carried Tang Ze on his back: "Let's go. Feixuan, you go to Zitong, adjust your breath, and continue to kill those medicine people. Wushuang, are you going with us?"
Wushuang picked up the sword box on his back and scratched his head: "Speaking of which, I'm actually from the White King's group, and I'm not a fellow of you. I have to go back to the house to see the situation.
Li Fansong turned around: "Goodbye."
"I hope I don't have to face each other with swords when I see you again." Wushuang said sincerely.
"We will never face each other with swords, because we all use swords." Li Fansong left and said the last sentence.
"What a bad joke." Feixuan sighed and ran away looking in the direction of the other street.
Wushuang picked up his sword box, looked at the moon in the sky, and muttered, "It's been a long night."
Yong'an Palace.
Lei Wujie had already used that great set of Arhat Fumo magical powers to the extreme. Looking over from Ye Ruoyi's side, he could almost see Arhat appearing at once. Lei Wujie could see a few things under his red clothes. The meaning of the golden body. But if Lei Wujie became an Arhat, Wuxin was like a Buddha, and Lei Wujie would only hover in his palm forever. Lei Wujie felt that his consciousness had gradually become unclear. He understood that this was the backlash of the fire art, and said anxiously, "Xiao Se, the sword is out!"
Xiao Se raised his sword to the sky, and said in a deep voice, "Broken the sky!"
"You are broken!" Lei Wujie cursed angrily.
Xiao Se leaped into the air, and his sword flew horizontally, seeming to blend in with the bright moon in the world.
Wuxin raised his head, but narrowed his eyes slightly, as if it was not the moon, but the sun, with dazzling light.
Xiao Se chopped down with a sword!