Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

In the sky, there is a gate made of white bones.

It seems to connect to the underworld, nurturing some evil existence.

And Wei Yan has arrived.

The knife light is like moonlight, shining on the white bone gate.

Swish! Clang!

Kuai Xue strikes the white bone gate, making a sound of metal.

Zhang Linchuan supports the white bone gate with one hand and presses his palm forward with the other.

Swish swish swish!

A row of golden arrows unreasonably shoots straight towards the gate.

After his teammate died tragically last time, he did not sink into despair. Instead, he broke through and pushed open the gate of heaven and earth.

The arrows are still made of gold, but their killing power is incomparable.

Zhang Linchuan has to retract the hand attacking Wei Yan and place it horizontally in front of him.

His hand is enveloped in a black mist. Although it is only a small mist, it devours all the incoming golden arrows.

At the same time.

Crack!

The white bone gate cracks open.

It finally couldn't withstand Wei Yan's continuous attacks and disintegrates into fragmented bones, falling one after another.

This Dao technique didn't have a chance to display its power before it was destroyed by the cooperation of Wei Yan and Shen Nanqi.

Shen Nanqi's eyes light up, and he jumps through the falling bones, leaping in front of Zhang Linchuan and pressing his palm down!

Golden light erupts.

It is another golden light killing formation!

Wei Yan merges with his knife, his body falling like a galaxy, directly slashing into the golden light.

Dang!

Like the sound of a bell.

The golden light dissipates.

Zhang Linchuan clenches his right hand into a fist, which is wrapped in a radiant white light, resisting Kuai Xue.

And his other hand turns into a claw, pressing on Shen Nanqi's spiritual core.

His whole body is enveloped in a radiant white light, unharmed in this golden light killing formation.

"Do you think there is a turning point, hope, or dawn?"

He says indifferently, "No, there is nothing."

With a slight force from his left hand.

Bang!

Shen Nanqi's head explodes.

Red and white splatter everywhere.

Wei Yan can't say a word, only a beast-like grunt comes from his throat.

He sheathes his knife and strikes again.

Sheathes his knife and strikes again!

Sheathes his knife and strikes again!

In this instant, he bursts out his physical limits, striking over three hundred times in one breath!

His tiger's mouth splits, his blood vessels burst.

Before he strikes Zhang Linchuan, he is already covered in wounds.

But the response he receives is always—Dang!

That is the sound of a bell, extremely cold and desperate.

Every strike at his limit is blocked by Zhang Linchuan.

"If struggling can seize hope, if working hard can possess miracles..."

Zhang Linchuan's gaze is calm, his voice indifferent.

"Then what does it matter that we have hidden for so many years, prepared for so many years?"

"I have the strength I have today, I have risked my life more times than you, worked harder and longer than you!"

No matter how many strikes Wei Yan makes, Zhang Linchuan blocks them with his fists.

In the end, he even flips his fist and grabs Kuai Xue!

Wei Yan immediately knees him.

But before that, Zhang Linchuan's other fist has already shattered his chest.

"If miracles really exist in this world, they should only happen to the strong."

Zhang Linchuan says this and throws his hand.

Wei Yan falls backward, plummeting.

He has always been a resolute person, a selfish person, a cold-hearted person.

He only does the most reasonable and correct choices.

In his eyes, there is only himself and his knife.

He firmly believes that he is right.

Shen Nanqi has always denied him and personally demonstrated his own choices.

Zhao Lang has never denied him. It's just that in the end, he gave him the opposite answer through his actions.

Even Wei Qudi... Even someone as indifferent as him died for Maple Forest City.

At the end of his life, Wei Yan feels a trace of confusion.

He tries to recall his mother, to recall his childhood forever left in that wilderness.

But he finds that he can no longer remember what his mother looks like.

If given another chance, how would he choose?

If given another chance, how would you choose?

Wei Yan falls heavily to the ground.

The Kuai Xue sword is still tightly held in his hand.

...

Jiang Wang carries Jiang An'an and rushes forward, the journey is naturally uncomfortable, but An'an is very obedient and doesn't make a sound.

As they shuttle through the mountains and forests, Jiang Wang suddenly stops and takes a step back, creating some distance.

He gently puts An'an down on the ground and places his hand on the hilt of his sword.

In front of him, a woman with a black veil covering her face slowly descends.

She looks at Jiang Wang with a complicated gaze. "So, you are not Daozi."

"Whether I am or not, what difference does it make?" Jiang Wang says in a deep voice. "I never wanted to be a disciple of the White Bone Dao."

"There is a big difference. I have always wondered why you can devour my White Bone Seed, why you can master the Flesh Rebirth Technique, and now..." She looks Jiang Wang up and down. "So, the Ming Candle that I have been searching for is with you."

Ming Candle?

Jiang Wang immediately thinks of the black candle in the Tongtian Palace, and thinks of many things.

But in the end, he only tightens his grip on the sword. "If you cut open my Tongtian Palace, it is inside."

She suddenly smiles. "I didn't expect you to age so much in just a few days."

"Thanks to you," Jiang Wang says.

"Are you going to Three Mountain City to find your mother-in-law? Let me tell you, the city gate of Three Mountain City has been closed since half an incense stick ago. Dou Yuemei announced her seclusion."

Jiang Wang falls silent.

He knows that the other party doesn't need to deceive him in this matter.

But even though the world is vast, where else can he seek help? And how can he make it in time?

It's too desperate!Everything had already irretrievably spiraled into the abyss.

But at least for now, he couldn't let his emotions run wild.

In the end, he just said coldly, "So, you got what you wanted."

Her laughter seemed somewhat forced, "So, you're not planning to surrender? You owe me two lives."

"Now it's you who owes me." Jiang Wang looked at her, his eyes filled with hatred, "Countless lives in Fenglin City."

She fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, she said, "Fine."

With a wave of her hand, she spun around.

The night veil was lifted, the mask was removed, the black robe fluttered, and a red skirt touched the ground.

What appeared before Jiang Wang was a beautiful and familiar face.

From black veil to red skirt, from white lotus to Miao Yu.

She was dressed in a red dress, her figure graceful, but her voice was clear and cold, no longer enchanting.

"Remember the face of your enemy, never forget."

"I remember!" Jiang Wang gritted his teeth.

"Good boy." Miao Yu clapped lightly, "Good lad!"

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Wang asked, his sword at the ready.

"Let's say we're even on the lives. But you should remember, you owe me three favors, right?" Miao Yu bent her fingers, saying, "The first favor, topple Yuheng Peak. The second favor, save the innocent water tribe. So now it's the third favor..."

She looked at Jiang Wang and said, "Take your sister and leave here. Never come back."

Jiang Wang's hand gripping the sword never relaxed, and he kept An An behind him from beginning to end. "You don't want your life candle anymore?"

"I'll give you some time to grow, otherwise it would be too boring." Miao Yu covered her mouth in apparent boredom, and when she let go, her eyes were sharp as hooks, "Next time we meet, I'll kill you!"

Jiang Wang didn't say anything more.

Miao Yu also flicked her skirt and disappeared on the spot.

...

Dou Yue Mei had sealed the city gate, so there was no point in going to Sanshan City anymore.

The attitude of Qinghe Water Mansion was also very clear.

Jiang Wang once again carried Jiang An An on his back, but for a moment he didn't know where to go.

Jiang An An asked timidly, "Brother, who was that person just now?"

After a long silence, Jiang Wang finally said, "A woman who lost her way."

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PS: Everyone knows "The moon is on the tip of the willow, people meet after dusk." is a beautiful scene of love.

But what about the moon above the bone gate?

We can only meet in life and death.