The two fugitives stopped and looked back at each other. The little prince let out a long breath, and said in a deep voice: "Work!" He looked up at the sky, and decided to fight with a boat. Unexpectedly, the internal strength of the Xuanjian of the Yijing was activated, and suddenly the "Du meridian" of the vest was stinging, and seven or eight acupoints were blocked in an instant. Not only was the internal breathing unsustainable, but the whole body became stiff, like a clay puppet.

The one who starts the plot is Fan Qinghui!

Shocked, angry, angry, suspicious, surprised. Thousands of thoughts emerged at the same time, but none of them could answer the question in the little prince's heart. The descendant of Jingzhai said sadly: "Little Prince, Qinghui will give you everything." Before he finished speaking, he turned his palm back to his waist and replayed it. Yang Zhao couldn't help but flew out like a cloud and mist. His eyes were incredibly wide to the limit, and Fan Qinghui, reflected in the pupils, also sings and sounds. The power of the Ice Kirin True Yuan inner alchemy was instantly urged to the peak realm. The mysterious blue divine beast appeared in an erection, opened his mouth and spit out a large flurry of cold air, carrying endless cold currents, and soared into the sky to face the immortal phoenix bird that was pounced on his head.

In the blink of an eye, the two ice and fire forces fought violently in front, but surprisingly did not make any sound. It was just because the ice kirin suddenly disintegrated on its own and formed a large group of bright blue star spins that kept rotating. The surging fire that could destroy the world was almost completely swallowed and annihilated by the star spin, and eventually turned into nothingness. This is the shocking sword technique in "Sword Classic" - Sword Spirit World!

The power of the sword technique itself was already earth-shaking. At this time, Fan Qinghui gave up the offensive and defended with all his strength. He did not fight hard, and even used the word "soft and cleverness" technique to the fullest. In addition, breaking the fire with ice is exactly in line with the principle of the five elements easy to change and mutual generation and restraint. In an instant, the immortal phoenix bird that was swooping down was forced into the air and unable to land. The one-armed monster in the red light whispered "Huh~" and then laughed excitedly. In the laughter, the firebird flapped his wings and roared, and his wings stretched out and grew rapidly, turning into an endless sea of ​​fire and pressing hard.

No matter how soft and clever the sword technique is, it is still useless under this overwhelming domineering force. In an instant, no matter whether it is a human or a star spiral, it is all submerged inside, and no trace can be seen. The red rains are pouring in the sky. At the moment when it lands, the immortal phoenix bird collapses in the same shape. The fire turns into a flood and overflows and rushes out in all directions. The scorched earth cracks the stones, extinguishing the vitality, and its momentum becomes a prairie fire! No matter how many trees, flowers and plants are burned to ashes within a radius of dozens of feet.

The fire disappeared in an instant, and he looked around. Only the ground was covered with scars. A large open space was forcibly cleared between the dense jungle. Widths of blue smoke rose up, and countless glass-like crystals were scattered on the charred mud, which was shocking. The strange man with one leg and one arm stood like a mountain, and only a few strands of cloth remained on his body, with his head hanging down. Fan Qinghui, who didn't know whether it was dead or alive, laughed wildly: "The skill of the three-legged cat dared to show his ugly appearance in front of me. It was so fucking that it was so disappointing. It was really disappointing." He threw her away casually and shouted: "Xiao Hei, I'll give it to you."

The Black Overlord, who had been circling in the air, shouted with his head up, and saw the momentum coming, opened his blood plate with fangs and bit it. Before he could close his mouth, he suddenly saw a dazzling lightning passing through the sky. The two rows of teeth of the demon dragon collided with each other and bit the air on the spot. The figure in the lightning caught Fan Qinghui, bent his waist and bent, and swung half a circle, and put his feet forward and backward, pressed his feet against the demon dragon's belly and supported it vigorously.

The power of support was enough to be even more than a thousand. The Black Overlord roared and involuntarily distorted and fell to the ground. However, the figure accelerated with the help of the reaction force and flew in the air in the opposite direction to the monster on the ground. As soon as he hit the ground, he pulled up his legs and ran wildly. To complete this series of movements, he only used half a blink of an eye from beginning to end. In the blink of an eye, he was about to complete an impossible task and successfully escape from the one-armed monster.

Miracle... It can't happen so easily. Especially when the gap between each other's strength is so big that it is really impossible to compare, there is no miracle at all. The monster raised his head and his eyes lit up, "Haha, there is another." His right shoulder shook, and the true qi of Yang Fire condensed through the body, and actually regenerated a right arm that looked like a substance based on his emptiness. The thoughts moved with the heart, and the right hand formed by the condensed qi expanded infinitely into a giant palm. He first steadily caught the pet black bully and placed it on the ground, and then captured it under the cover of the two escapees. The magical skills were almost beyond the scope of worldly martial arts, just like incredible magic and immortal arts.

It really can't escape! The huge Wupeng's five fingers pressed down like the Buddha of Tathagata and Buddha grabbed Sun Wukong. Even before they were closed, they could squeeze out the air. In a hurry, the fierce and fierce fire kirin protected the body suddenly, and the lightning lingered on the fist and thunder slammed, exhaling and thrust, and punched it out with all his life. In the loud bang of "Peng~", the shock wave surged out like a tsunami. Even if its destructive power was not as good as the boundless sea of ​​fire of the Immortal Phoenix Bird, it was almost the same as the effect of detonating hundreds of kilograms of strong explosives at the same time.

In an instant, outside the large charred open space with the one-armed monster as the core, a small space was opened up in the dense forest. Looking down from top to bottom, there was a small circle at the top of the big circle, which was similar to a gourd. When the flying smoke and dust fell, all the electric lightning and thunder and the shape of the Kirin disappeared completely. The figure suddenly revealed its true appearance.

The one who saved people from Longkou was Yang Zhao. He hugged Fan Qinghui horizontally and his legs trembled slightly, and finally couldn't help but fall to the ground. The unreserved "ruthless Thunder" hit, although he finally defeated the giant Yanghuo Qi Condensation Hand, had already squeezed out every bit of strength in his body. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to stand up again. It was impossible to escape. It was not necessarily the end of the one-armed monster, and the fate might be worse than death. But he looked dazed, as if he was not thinking about the predicament in front of him. In an instant, he realized something and suddenly laughed. The laughter was full of joy, pride, freedom, and unruly as the wind.

When Fan Qinghui took action just now, she was actually very responsible. Although she closed Yang Zhao's acupoints, she could only last for a few seconds. She originally expected to send the little prince out of the attack range of the Immortal Phoenix Bird, and then the acupoints were automatically unbuttoned, so the little prince could take the opportunity to escape from danger. Unexpectedly, he not only did not appreciate it at all, but also ran back to the net from the Root. If Fan Qinghui did not die, she would definitely be so angry that she clenched her teeth and scolded him for being an idiot.

But Yang Zhao never thought so much about it. He didn't remember anything about the past, such as comparing the gains and losses of interests, whether this woman had kidnapped herself for a lifetime, or even killed herself, etc. The little prince only knew that she was my companion who was in the darkness and the only person who accompanied me in the troubles.

The reason for this is that Yang Zhao was only nineteen years old before the time travel, and now he is only sixteen after the time travel. Ji Zizheng was young and was not even cold. He would easily remember the "goodness" of others to him, but it would be difficult to take others to "badness" towards him. Even though he had seen many darkness and dirty things, he would never believe that there was no light in this world. In any case, if someone was willing to sacrifice his life to fight for a front-line escape opportunity for him, then no matter what this person had done to him before, how could the little prince take this sacrifice for granted, and how could he accept this sacrifice with peace of mind?

Perhaps those mature adults who have been rolling in the world for half their lives and have smoothed all the water chestnuts will mock him for his impulse and childishness, and joke that he cannot kill and decisively point his heart, and mother-in-law and mother are awkward, destined to fail to accomplish great things and will be abandoned by the people of the world. And Yang Zhao, who was blinded by countless words in the world in the past, may also try his best to distinguish in order to protect himself, and try to pretend to be mature and sophisticated, try to use the so-called "adult methods" to play with some ridiculous means to deal with problems, and go with the flow and the light. But...

When he reached this point of life and death, he had no spare time to leave him, and he could only act on his instinct. Only then did Yang Zhao finally fully and truly see "my original heart".

Who says that the original mind must be profit first? Who says that the original mind must be so smart and calculate the gains and losses in all aspects without any difference? Who stipulates that the original mind must be selfish and regards all people except "I" as ants and tools for utilization? Can't you give priority to altruism over selfishness, you can't be confused, and you can't regard those people other than yourself as flesh and blood, completely equal to yourself?

All the great roads lead to Rome, and all things in the universe will eventually be the same. If you are obsessed with the so-called decisive killing and insist on distorting your own mind and forcing yourself to become another person who is not yours, then even if you are a god, you will be a poor person who doesn’t know who you are and what you really want, and you will be trapped in your own cocoon and cannot be liberated.

Yang Zhao realized this and laughed even more. Now, he could definitely stand up and say to these people who pointed at each other without any shame: This is my true heart.

I have no guilt in my heart.

_____________

12 I think that good people should not become synonymous with brainlessness, nor should they represent derogatory meanings.
Chapter completed!