Xuanxia

Chapter 1121 Despair
Fu Qingzhou couldn't understand what he was going through.

He was chasing Zhao Liang in the white fog.

After the soul returned to the body, Qi Ran also returned to the body, and the third eye naturally opened again.

But this time, the Heavenly Eye could see nothing.

I don’t know if it was controlled by Qi Ran, or if the white mist was really too magical, so that everything seen with the heavenly eye was no different from what seen with ordinary eyes?
Fu Qingzhou could only vaguely see Zhao Liang in front of him.

He witnessed with his own eyes Zhao Liang "exiling" people one by one.

Not killing, not knocking out, but "exiling". He came to a person and patted him lightly on the shoulder. The person then seemed to be released like a Kongming lantern. His eyes became empty and he floated into the air, then disappeared into the fog.

Fu Qingzhou rushed to Zhao Liang as fast as he could, but the other party went to the next person.

Hong Ruohai, Ning Wushu, Zhao Hao, Hua Wuying, Yuan Zhen… He also saw Wu Yan, Murong siblings, Hua Xiaolan, and even Master Baihe, Dong Qianran, Master Jingming, Tang Jiao, and even Qiu Chan!
Countless people, regardless of their realm and cultivation level, had no power to resist Zhao Liang. They were just lightly slapped and exiled.

"Zhao Liang!"

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and shouted, "Stop!"

He forcibly gathered all the true energy in his body, and his body moved faster than lightning, and he flashed in front of Zhao Liang in an instant. But almost at the same time, Zhao Liang went to another Northern Frontier Army soldier not far away, patted his shoulder, and exiled him.

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth in hatred, turned his head and rushed towards another figure in the white mist - he wanted to save at least one person before Zhao Liang.

But the result is still the same.

Before he reached the other person, Zhao Liang appeared behind him, patted his shoulder and banished him.

Fu Qingzhou's whole body was burning with true energy, and he was running wildly in Xishuo City like an arc of electricity that kept jumping back and forth. His shoes and trouser legs had already been burned out in this frenzy, and he had plowed countless grooves on the ground.

But still can't catch it.

No matter what, I can't catch it or keep up with it.

Finally, Fu Qingzhou was exhausted from this endless run. His feet slipped and he crashed heavily into a building. Bricks collapsed and beams tilted, and there was a cloud of smoke and dust.

Amid the diffuse white fog, he sat up coughing, his face filled with deep despair.

"You can't do it."

Zhao Liang walked out of the fog, looked at Fu Qingzhou calmly, and smiled, "Don't worry, kid, they are not dead, they just went to the place you saw."

"That fake Xishuo City..."

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and glared at him: "Why do you do this?!"

"This is Zhao Liang's wish."

Zhao Liang said calmly: "That is his deepest wish, a Xishuo City that is completely under his control and as peaceful as water... He has helped me a lot, and I can fulfill his wish."

He smiled and said, "And your friends... since they are here, this is the best outcome. They don't have to die or go through pain and torture. Isn't this great?"

As he spoke, he walked forward and extended his hand to Fu Qingzhou.

"Do you want to send me into this as well?"

Fu Qingzhou looked embarrassed and stared at the person in front of him.

Zhao Liang smiled and said, "Yes... You are one of the best people I have ever met. I don't want to kill you. Doing so will make me feel guilty."

"I will send you to another place, a place you are more familiar with... All I need is the power of this body of yours."

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand.

Just as Zhao Liang's hand was about to rest on Fu Qingzhou's shoulder, Fu Qingzhou suddenly raised his eyebrows!
"You think beautiful!"

The German sword on his wrist suddenly came to life at this moment, turned into a stream of light, fell into his hand, and turned into a dagger, which suddenly stabbed towards the position of his third eye!

Zhao Liang's pupils shrank.

Almost subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed Fu Qingzhou's wrist.

At this moment, the Sword of Virtue suddenly changed, and the blade strangely changed from pointing at Fu Qingzhou to pointing at Zhao Liang - the Eight Swords of the Kingly Way were able to change in a thousand ways, and it only took a thought for the sword master to do it!
The moment the tip of the sword changed direction, the shape of the De sword suddenly expanded another three feet!
Yes, three zhang, not three chi!

Fu Qingzhou did not hesitate to make the sword as long as possible, even if it became like a fishing rod. He did not want Zhao Liang to have any chance to react!
But the next moment, Fu Qingzhou was in despair.

He saw Zhao Liang turned his head to avoid the sword.

Not only that, the opponent also stretched out his hand and grasped the sword. The sword did not leave a trace of blood on the opponent's palm... Just like when Hong Ruohai and Ning Wushu attacked before, Zhao Liang easily clamped the sword as if he was clamping a small wooden stick.

"You are……"

Fu Qingzhou said in a hoarse voice: "Ning Baimei."

Zhao Liang raised his eyebrows.

"I have seen a part of Long Dabei's lost memory."

Fu Qingzhou looked directly into the other person's eyes: "You were there... You had a plan and a layout, and you were planning everything."

"Kid, you're very perceptive."

Zhao Liang laughed again: "But, your answer..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound suddenly began to flicker, freeze, and lag like an animation with dropped frames.

It’s not what Fu Qingzhou did.

Fu Qingzhou did nothing and didn't understand what was happening...but his eyes widened instantly. He knew that this was an opportunity!
Without any hesitation, he threw away the German sword in his hand, swung his fist fiercely, and hit Zhao Liang in the face!
This punch is his only chance.

He gave it his all.

The moment his fist was swung up, it broke the sound barrier. The horrifying explosion roared in his ears, almost piercing his eardrums. The fist passed through the air, only half an inch away, but the heat caused by the friction with the air had already burned his flesh and blood!
The moment the flame ignited, it went out at such a terrifying speed.

The fist was still moving forward, and Fu Qingzhou's finger bones and flesh had begun to separate - even flesh and blood as strong as his could no longer withstand such a high speed!
The bones in his shoulders, elbows, and wrists could not bear the weight and shattered at the same time!
The white bones on the fist were exposed, and the white fist smashed into Zhao Liang's face!
It all happened so fast that Zhao Liang's voice had just started to get stuck when the punch hit him in the face!

Pong!
An astonishing gust of air spread out in all directions, centered on the fist and Zhao Liang's cheek, and loudly dispersed the white mist!

Fu Qingzhou's right hand was taken away by this huge force, the flesh on his shoulder was torn apart, and his entire right arm flew out. Then, under the huge recoil of this punch, it directly shattered into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

And Zhao Liang...

Got beaten up.

In a real sense, it was blown up.

It exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and not even the pieces of flesh could be seen!
"Ahhhh!"

The severe pain from the broken right arm made Fu Qingzhou scream.

He knew it wasn't over yet.

The Zhao Liang in front of him is just a puppet controlled by Ning Baimei... The real Zhao Liang may not even be dead, and has already entered the so-called "immortal kingdom".

What you blew up was just a puppet and a shell.

The white fog did not dissipate at all, and he did not know how to rescue the exiled people.

The screaming soon subsided.

Fu Qingzhou picked up the De sword that fell on the ground and slowly stood up.

As the natural secret circulated in his body, granulation tissue began to grow on the shattered flesh and bones of his right shoulder and reassembled.

"Where are you... where are you..."

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and walked into the white fog step by step.

Since the Sky Eye can no longer be used, I will have to rely on my own legs to walk out of the fog.

If we can’t save them here, then we’ll find Ning Baimei.

No matter what he was going to do, no matter what he was planning...

Of course, beat him until he tells everything and releases everyone!
Just then, a voice came faintly from the distance.

"Brother Fu...Brother Fu?"

Fu Qingzhou's breathing stagnated!
This is Zhao Yuan's voice?!
Faintly, I saw white fog rolling in front of me, rushing towards somewhere...that was a scabbard.

A few hundred steps away, Zhao Yuan held the scabbard of the King Sword in his hand. The scabbard kept swallowing up the white mist. Zhao Yuan just kept swallowing up the white mist with the scabbard, moving forward little by little, getting closer...

(End of this chapter)