Chapter 1287: Feng Qiang's last day
Ten rounds of **** sun above the sky made Feng Qiang feel dazzled and utterly uncomfortable.
He sighed and withdrew his gaze from the sky. Looking around, he could see several old disciples of Duxufeng who were cleaning with broomsticks that had been in use for some years.
These people are a little bit older, with gray hair.
Everyone swept the fallen leaves on the ground unhurriedly.
Although their hands holding the broom were trembling slightly, all of them were doing their best to overcome the pressure of the void and strive to finish their own things.
At this moment, Feng Qiang couldn't help thinking in his heart.
The journey of crossing Xufeng seems to be over today!
Recalling the first time I followed Chu Chen to Duxu Peak, my heart was extremely disappointed when I saw this broken line.
If it weren't for Chu Chen insisting on staying here, I'm afraid he would have already transferred to other ancient peaks.
Along the way, the disciples on Duxu Peak did not increase much, and the popularity of this line still declined as before.
It’s just unknowingly that there are only a few dozen disciples, and the inheritance of the exercises has been broken. The bottom line among the 72 ancient peaks of the Demon Nether Sect has actually become the most eye-catching and most impossible of the entire Demon Nether Sect. Ignored a pulse!
Rip on the ground-level Gufeng, tyrannize the land-level senior Gufeng, kill the sky-level senior Gufeng, and kill the son of the heavenly demon...
In just a few months, this line that has never existed in the Demon Underworld Sect has done a major event that truly shocked the entire Demon Dao world, creating a new legend that cannot be copied!
No matter how brilliant the legend is, it will eventually shatter.
Even if Feng Qiang didn't raise his head, he could still feel the suffocating coercion emanating from ten blood-destructive days in the sky.
Feng Qiang sighed again.
The end of the legend!
Just like the extremely gorgeous fireworks, although the light that burst out at that moment can almost illuminate the entire world, but after the gorgeousness, it is destined to disappear...
Today is the time when this legend finally shattered.
Feng Qiang shook his head and couldn't help squinting his eyes again, looking up to the sky.
Ten rounds of dazzling blood-colored scorching sun, representing the arrival of ten peak masters of ancient heavenly peaks!
It can be said that the gathering of such a group of extremely powerful demon masters is enough to start a battle between good and evil.
No matter how amazing and powerful Chu Chen is, there is no way to fight back in front of such a strong lineup. This is a mortal situation, and a miracle is absolutely impossible...
It's just...just, why is there always a faint feeling that Du Xufeng still has a glimmer of hope?
Feng Qiang took a deep breath, this feeling was very strange, although his own reason thought it was impossible at all, at this moment Du Xufeng had no hope at all.
But there is always such a small feeling in his heart, it seems that there will be some miracles...
"Hehe, life and death are destined, wealth is in the sky, I want to do so much. Anyway, to be able to see with my own eyes that Duxufeng stirs up such a huge storm, even if I am buried in this storm, my life will not be in vain."
With a slightly self-deprecating smile, Feng Qiang walked towards the reception hall.
Crossing the stone steps one after another, Feng Qiang stepped up quickly.
Along the way, you can see that most of the Duxufeng disciples are still performing their duties, but everyone's expressions are a little gloomy.
It seems that they have completely abandoned their intention to resist in their hearts, intending to coexist and die with Du Xufeng.
Roar……
Accompanied by a loud dragon chant, the figure of the black magic dragon shrouded in the sky above Duxu Peak became a lot faint again, almost becoming a transparent appearance.
At the same time, the aura of the ten sunsets in the sky became stronger...
The Scarlet Storm is ready to go!
Feng Qiang climbed to the reception hall halfway up the mountain, and he could see that a group of disciples in the reception hall were silently meditating here.
Each of them had their own magic weapon or weapon placed beside them, in a posture that they were always ready for the final battle.
They all know that today is the last day of crossing the Xufeng, all they can do is fight to the end!
Obviously, it can be distinguished that those who are cultivating all the time, and most of them are young and energetic new disciples who intend to desperately improve their cultivation in the shortest time.
They are strong, young and vigorous, and are willing to fight until the last drop of blood is drained.
They witnessed Du Xufeng from a bottom ancient peak to today's glorious superb. For them, being able to coexist and die with Du Xufeng represents a great honor in itself.
The other older disciples seem to be much calmer. They don’t hurriedly do what they have at hand, as if they see through the worldly worldly old monks, and try their best to use what is happening in front of them. A very peaceful mind to look at.
Although, their heartbeat is still getting faster and faster!
But their attitude has shown that they regard death as home.
Seeing these familiar people, Feng Qiang's chest suddenly burst into boiling blood...
There is no need to think about it any more, stay with everyone to the end, the **** battle will be the end!
After turning over the reception hall, Feng Qiang continued to move towards the book tower in the mountain.
The book tower on Duxu Peak is also considered a taboo place on this peak. There used to be the totem pattern of the Golden Wing Roc on it, which is unbreakable.
It's just that after the brand of the Golden Wing Roc was refined by Chu Chen, it seemed to lose a certain essence inside the book tower, and it no longer had the power of the previous one.
At this moment, the interior of the entire book tower was empty. In the huge book tower hall, there was only a lone figure standing in a daze in front of the tall bookshelves.
"Brother Han?"
There was an unexpected look in Feng Qiang's eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He didn't expect that the only person still in the tower at this time was actually the third brother Han Ye.
I saw Han Ye silently looking at the ancient bookshelves in front of him, and his eyes didn't know when they had already started to redden.
"Brother Han, why are you crying."
Feng Qiang grinned at the corner of his mouth. To be honest, he admired the knowledge of the third senior, but he couldn't stand his sentimentality.
"I'm crying that our history, the traces of our existence, and the glory we have are about to disappear. These slips, these jade albums, these cloths, these book armors... I don't know when Duxu Peak is completely destroyed. , How much can these things leave?"
Han Ye was holding a thick ancient bronze book in both hands, his expression was both sad and regretful.
"My bad life is nothing but if it is gone, it will be gone. It's just that these books are different. They record the history of Duxu Peak and are the proof and imprint of the existence of Duxu Peak. If these things disappear, Then when we cross the Xufeng Peak, we can only silently annihilate in history..."
