My doppelganger drama

Chapter 715 The third one...

I don’t know how old I was that year, but the God of War stood like a minions.

Qingmian had never seen Fu Kong in such a posture, like a child who had made a mistake, stubbornly lowering his head and waiting to be scolded but never admitting his mistake.

This weirdo dressed up as an elite from the empire suddenly appeared halfway.

In appearance, he seems to be from a royal family.

Who is this? Is there still such a person in Fukong's completely clean network?

What kind of magic did he just use?

Qing Mian couldn't help but feel irritated.

There was only one step away from success. If the hand behind her back touched Fu Kong and captured him, everything would be over.

Why? Why? Why!

She was about to speak, but found that her body was extremely stiff and unable to move, as if she had turned into a stone statue.

The moment the other person touched her just now! What was left on her!

"I originally thought you were the one who could understand me best. Do you still remember how you criticized the Demon Lord?" Wan Yi narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.

"...We are ready..." Fukong was silent for a moment before holding back a sentence.

"Then he almost became the first person in the drama to die in battle because of the lives of a group of unrelated people?" Wan Yidao.

Fu Kong said nothing.

He has his own judgment as to whether it is irrelevant, but he can indeed feel the feeling that the touch of some great will is about to fall on him.

If it hadn't been for the troupe leader's timely attack, it wouldn't have ended directly, but it would probably have fallen into a more passive situation.

The troupe leader is saying angry words now. He didn't handle this matter properly, so he'd better live with it.

He had never been so flustered and embarrassed when Qing Mian took the opportunity to press and hit him.

"Sorry, I'm just too restless and don't want to..."

"Alas." Wan Yi's shoulders slumped.

This sigh made Fu Kong feel very uncomfortable and he looked at Wan Yi.

Afterwards, Wan Yi came to Fukong and patted his back with a not-so-large hand: "If you want help, just say it directly. It's useless to just look for that magic stick, and he can't get in." The world cannot even protect itself.”

Fu Kong's nose felt sore.

Not that he shed tears, he had never cried before.

"A group of losers have long been waiting for a winner to appear. Now everyone is watching."

Fu Kong did not look back.

However, it seems to be an illusion.

Suddenly, he could feel eyes falling on him from behind.

Mild expectations.

This seems like another heavy burden.

But, not heavy at all.

"Yeah." He responded with a smile.

Fu Kong rarely smiled, and even less so brightly.

The face that was originally as young as a boy was now full of vitality.

Qing Mian stared blankly.

My heart felt empty.

Although she couldn't understand what was happening right now, Fu Kong's smile couldn't be faked.

Click!

The restraints on her body quickly disintegrated under the blessing from behind, and flames spurted out.

Wan Yi sank into the shadows at his feet, and the darkness returned, leaving only an empty space between Fu Kong and Qing Mian.

Neither of them spoke, Qing Mian silently raised her swords.

Fukong regained his posture again. The fire in his body still did not give up burning him, but he was very cool and free from embarrassment.

The suspense is gone.

Qing Mian flew out and burst out with extreme speed, which seemed to be beyond the limit of mortals in this world.

【gas】.

Fukong made a clasping gesture with his hands, and his energy surged out like a substance. With Fukong's stirring, a hurricane was rolled up by him, which could be said to truly stir up the storm.

A tornado that reached straight to the sky and the earth took shape in an instant, and Qing Mian was swept into it. The black and white flames in the city were swept into it, and the bricks on the walls of the houses were also rolled up high and feebly.

Qing Mian flew off the ground uncontrollably, and could only move with difficulty in the air relying on the bricks and stones that were also involved.

She struggled to keep her eyes open in the storm, holding the big sword in her backhand, and stabbed the long sword directly into the big sword, forcibly merging the two!

All the flames around him merged into the sword and disappeared in an instant.

Then she used all her strength to drive her whole body, rushed into the eye of the wind, and stabbed the sword with her backhand at the eye of the wind.

Boom!

Black and white flames erupted, engulfing and burning the entire storm.

After striking this blow, she spent all her strength lying on the ground. She could only rely on the sword to support her body, panting violently. Everything around her was leveled to the ground. This was already a breaking move.

Fukong's body seemed to be flying in the air, with his legs together and his hands slightly open, with the starlight behind him behind him. Those gray snowflakes swaying in his eyes were so bright that Qing Mian didn't dare to look directly at them.

Too far away.

Just like the gap between heaven and earth.

【Destroy】.

The unreserved killing intent, along with all the previous accumulation, were all concentrated on this punch and blasted diagonally downward.

The gray meteors were like pouring waterfalls, silently wiping across the earth.

On the plateau, there is a smooth slope.

…

The shadows faded, and the embarrassed soldiers stationed at the frontier were thrown out of the shadow world by Wan Yi. At the same time, there was also a group of other side believers who were eliminated by Wan Yi in the shadows.

They didn't realize what was happening.

For them, their vision suddenly went dark. When they regained consciousness, the border fortress was gone, and there was only an open and smooth downward slope leading directly to the bottom of the plateau.

Then, those believers on the other side turned into corpses with various postures around them.

In the distance, only half of Qing Mian's head was left, barely supported by the flames burning on the wound section.

In the end, even the hand on her back tried its best to resist, but it was still a bit too optimistic to confront this God of War head-on with just the little authority shown by the death gathered on the battlefield.

At least, she was able to breathe her last breath in the end.

"How come... it has become like this..." Qing Mian smiled silently, relying on the power of the flames to make an indistinct sound.

"It's my problem. I really don't know how to teach others. My childhood was a failure, not just for them that night, but also for you. Ignoring you is my biggest failure." Fukong frankly admitted that he had brewed the bane of.

Qing Mian's remaining eyes were fixed on Fu Kong, wanting to remember his face in her mind forever.

"...Ha, ha...don't blame yourself, we can't keep up with you, we can only drag you down, and I really don't deserve you. It seems that now, I finally understand why that woman can be with you... "

Qing Mian didn't finish her words, and her voice gradually died out with the last flame.

Not even the last bit of residue was left, it was completely gone.

A gust of breeze blew by, and Fu Kong turned around, and the memory deep in his mind disappeared with it.

This seems to be the end.

No, it was just that the fate of Yishu was suppressed by him. Samuel, the god-given knight, and Qing Mian, the leader of the other shore sect, are just two representatives of the fate of different magics.

Even if it is defeated head-on, it is not a weakening of the alien technique, it can only be regarded as a powerful impact and shake.

In this way, you can buy yourself some time.

He didn't know exactly how much time and space there was.

But, it’s time to meet the One.

"Go, we are waiting for you." The troupe leader's voice came from his ears, but this time the troupe leader was not seen.

"Um."

He responded again, and then continued to set off without stopping, leaving this vast plateau.

…

royal palace.

A loud noise broke the tranquility of the night.

When people walked out of the house and looked at the source of the sound, they couldn't help but feel stunned.

The emperor's bedroom was demolished.

People hurriedly organized their hands, lifted up the rubble, and finally discovered something shocking and puzzling under the dormitory.

Emperor Liu Sheng is dead.

With a crazy and satisfied smile, he died of total exhaustion. His body looked even thinner than usual, almost like a mummy!

"Your Majesty! He is dead!" Someone couldn't help shouting.

Someone else quickly searched the scene.

They found a sign that was badly worn.

However, I found that if I rub hard, the wear on the surface of the brand can still be wiped off.

After curiously wiping away the layer of wear and tear, the following four words were revealed:

Emperor Zhenwu.

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