When he heard the wind chirping, the peak was also somewhat doubtful.

He did not have much hatred for Zhong, but his actions of offending the clan god of the clan could not bear it, so he decided in his heart that he must kill him.

At this moment, after discovering the trace of the clock, his goal was to kill him quickly.

Now to hear that the wind is actually to retain the meaning of hand, the peak is naturally somewhat reluctant.

The wind knows that the peak is not the warrior of the wind after all, if he does not explain it, I am afraid the former will not understand his meaning at all, and he will soon say:

"The wind is dead in his hands, and I want this boy to experience the deepest pain, and then ask me to kill him!"

Seeing the wind chirping has said so, the peak is not good to refute.

Unlike the waste of the dragon, the wind of the second generation of the gods is the brother of the wind, and the other party wants revenge.

More importantly, the wind is the master of the eight gods, although both of them are spiritual, but there is still a certain gap in strength.

Unless the land is personally shot, the clan is afraid that no one can suppress the wind.

In any case, he is the same as the purpose of the wind, since the other side wants to torture more than the clock, he can only give this face.

He smiled and looked at Tang Qingyi below, and the power of the spirit in the body of the throes was also completely mobilized.

A spirit attack quickly condensed from the middle of the air, and then relentlessly bombarded down.

His spirit attack is extremely ordinary, but now there is not much loss, can continue to attack.

The source of the wood forcibly released by Tang Qingyi gave her a defense against the attack of the spirit, but this ability was obviously unable to stay for too long.

Every time she resists an attack, she needs to use the power of the source of the wood to repair the spiritual wood defense, and will also pay the price of a part of the body being rinsed with wood.

Such a continuous attack as the peak is undoubtedly the most huge for Tang Qingyi.

However, this practice even has no opinion, the purpose of the two people is to force the clock out, Tang Qingyi for them is not worth mentioning.

Cracked the air!

The wind knows the purpose of the peak, and soon reaches out a space wind blade, hand in hand to add the rhythm of the former attack, the harsh eyes are also looking at the figure below.

Feeling that the attack from above was actually increasing again, Tang Qingyi's face was even more pale.

She thought she could resist more time, but now she seems to think too easily.

But at this moment it is obvious that it only takes more time to make the clock break through successfully, and she said that she can not give up anything.

The tree grows!

In the face of the increasingly urgent attack of the other party, Tang Qingyi under the tightness of his teeth, the arc of his chest continued to rise and fall, and there was even a small oozing of the beads of sweat on the face.

The surrounding spiritual wood has been transformed into a real immortal, and will grow like crazy after being cut and broken, and in an instant it will be restored to a complete appearance, and then continue to resist the next attack.

Tang Qingyi has no consequences at all, and the source of wood in the body is like a lifelike frenzy, replenishing the energy of those spiritual trees that are damaged.

Only in this way can she resist the attack of the peak and the wind again and again.

Gradually, Tang Qingyi has felt that not only his body is numb, but even the mind has become unfeeling.

From the beginning of the whole lower body, her body is constantly wooded.

First the feet, then the legs, and then gradually to the waist position...

With the continuous disappearance of the body, Tang Qingyi's perception has become weaker and weaker.

Her blood began to freeze, her body began to stiffen, and even her eyes began to blur.

At this time, Tang Qingyi has completely felt the presence of the other half of his body, and the movement of his hands has begun to become gradually dull.

The only constant is the incomparable firm look on Tang Qingyi's face, which never retreated half a step because of these strange feelings.

She firmly maintained the movement of raising her arm, releasing the roots of the wood in her body, and maintaining this last defensive force.

Even the upper peak and wind have been felt, the life of Tang Qingyi has become more and more weak, and there is a vibrant body of flesh and blood, which has become one of thousands of forest trees.

“A really bitch, wasting so much of our time!”

After being delayed by Tang Tsingyi for so long, Xiang Optimeng also couldn't help but explode a rough word, and the patience in his eyes has completely disappeared.

The tenacity of the former once again exceeded his expectations, and when every attack fell, the figure was shaky as if it would fall at any time.

But I don't know what kind of belief the other party has, and actually stood up again and again to straighten that petite body, and carried so many attacks.

I don't know why, this little woman who is not born very small at this moment actually makes the peak of the project a sense of powerlessness in the face of the mountains.

Although he promised that the wind would not do his best to avoid directly killing the clock below, he did not want to spend time on this Tang Qingyi.

“The Eight Gods are Angry!”

Anger, the body of the peak rushed out slightly, lifting the empty palm to the bottom of a press.

The powerful power of the spirit catapulates the terrible energy of heaven and earth, and when the palms of the hand are only a few feet wide, the whole space below is a shock.

In the darkness, eight golden palms were found out in the void, like a huge demon with a height of thousands of feet from the other side of the world, and launched a terrorist attack containing endless gods.

At the moment when the eight golden palms appeared, Tang Qingyi knew that this might be the last attack he had resisted.

However, she did not have much flustered color, but was exceptionally calm, and completely released the source of the last wood in her body.

The tree grows!

The last force was poured into every spiritual tree, making this jungle completely crazy, and all the spiritual trees and vines increased again, freely proclaiming their own minions.

These spiritual trees frantically opened their branches and formed a huge dome in mid-air, which actually covered the ruins of the entire stone temple.

At the same time as the dome was formed, the eight golden arms were like eight hammers.

Bam

The two gods collided together, and the energy of this piece of heaven and earth seemed to emit an amazing tremor, even if you saw the spiritual wooden dome collapse directly, it could not support the amazing power.

This attack on the peak of the project is obviously the use of its own true magic, far from the previous attack can be compared.

The huge spiritual tree fell down, and the eight golden arms were like the deeds of the world, destroying everything they resisted in front of them.

The spirit wood could not withstand the pressure directly burst out and burst out, and the squatters scattered around it.

But just when it was about to fall on Tang Qingqi, a green fluorescence suddenly appeared on the chest of the former, and turned into a green imprint flying into a half-empty sky.

When this mark flew out, it was once again turned into a small energy barrier, which just covered Tang Qingyi and the figure of the clock.

Although this green barrier does not seem to be as powerful as everything that the former has been used before, when the golden arm of God's majesty is bombarded, it is rigidly stagnant in the middle of the air and loses its indestructible momentum.

The face of the peak changed slightly, the power of the spirit above was strengthened again, the golden arm continued to shine, and the power increased again by a few points.

This was already his best, but even so, the verdant barrier only cracked the gap in the road at a very slow pace, and did not break like a spirit tree.

The wind next to it flashed with shock in the eyes, "The seed of the source, this wooden spirit body has actually done this, it is a pity to die like this."

But although the mouth said so, the wind is cursing but there is no mercilessness, raising the hand is a cracking and cut down, making up this last knife.

Tiny

The cracking air chopped on the protective shield of the verdant energy, which suddenly increased the speed of its cracks to spread several times, and finally the defense was completely collapsed.

The leaves and branches drifted in the sky, and the last glimmer of strength in Tang Qingqing's body was also exhausted just now, and at this moment it did not stimulate any resistance.

“Can you just get here?”

Tang Tsingzu's mouth slightly raised, and the body of the force had fallen uncontrollably toward the rear.

The feeling of the body was completely numb, but at this moment, there were countless thoughts in Tang Qingyi's mind.

She suddenly remembered a love story that her sister had told.

When the woman in the story is in danger, the hero always appears at the most critical moment to save her again and again.

For Tang Qingyi, the clock is the hero she expected, and she will be pulled back in danger again and again.

This time, the clock would have saved her like this.

Sadly, I can't see...

Thinking about it, Tang Qingqing's eyelids were suddenly extremely heavy, thinking that he was not as quiet as such a quiet sleep, and became one with the spiritual flowers.

With all the strength to hold to the last moment, it is already the result of Tang Qingyi's no regrets.

That's enough...

In the story of the sister, they all say that the love of people who die together will become the creatures of time to accompany each other, and I don't know if she and Zhong left such an opportunity?

In the last line of sight, Tang Qingyi only saw that the golden eight-armed light had gradually dimmed, but the cracked air fell down towards her with incomparable precision.

Maybe there will be an answer to that question soon...

Tang Qingyi couldn't help but laugh bitterly in his heart, and did not expect that what he thought at the last moment was so ethereal.

She was ready to close her eyes and accept the results of all this.

However, at this time, the space wind blade in the middle of the sky suddenly and strangely stalled, as if it had been suddenly squeezed by the invisible hand.

The next moment, a very powerful fluctuation of forces suddenly broke out from the bottom up, spreading like a wave bursting into frenziedness around.

The previously incomparably space wind blade was directly crushed by the impact and disappeared into the invisible in mid-air.

Tang Qingyi exposed the pupil appeared in a pap of surprise, has not yet reacted, is suddenly feel that into a warm embrace.

. .

At the same time, a somewhat hoarse but familiar voice finally remembered in his ear.

“I’m sorry, I’m too late...”