MTL - Empress True Colors-Chapter 113v4 Grand Finale (Part 1 in Chinese

In part, she woke up at this moment.

The first time I opened my eyes, I saw flying snow all over the sky attacking Pei Shu, saw Jing Hengbo flying out and stretched out his arms to hold him, and felt a "hiss" behind him, like a poisonous snake, shooting out of the grass, wanting to seize life .

As if there was another idea before life and death, she understood the situation in front of her with just one glance, understood the crisis at hand, Pei Shu threw out Jing Hengbo, and left herself behind.

There was sadness and relief in her eyes.

Sad that he will never be his first choice, and he is glad that he is still in his arms at this moment.

In this life, if you can't ask for a beginning with a single glance, then ask for an ending of life and death.

She leaned forward, stretched out her hand suddenly, and hugged Pei Shu's neck tightly!

With this hug, she wrapped her entire upper body around Pei Shu's head, face, shoulders and neck.

Pei Shu only felt that his eyes were darkened, his vision was covered, and the girl's soft body blocked his face, choking his shouts in his throat.

"Crack."

There was a very slight sound.

The sinister sword has come.

With a swipe of black light, it passed through the back of Meng Potian's neck and hit Pei Shu's throat.

Pei Shu only felt the woman's body straighten up slightly, and then her throat hurt, and a chill rushed into her bones. In an instant, there seemed to be a black shadow floating in front of her eyes, and her whole body shivered. She felt that she had never been so close to death in her life.

However, the chill only reached the skin, but it didn't make a fatal three-pointer. Then there was another slight "crack".

The sound of drawing a sword.

Meng Potian's body froze slightly again.

Her face leaned forward slightly, and pressed against Pei Shu's face, as cool as nephrite.

Pei Shu roared, but found that his throat was injured, and he couldn't make a sound for a while. The sword had already been put away, and the swordsman disappeared like a ghost, Pei Shu suddenly fell down, his back pressed against the cold ground, and the ice leaves whizzed past his head on all sides.

The ground was covered with ice and snow, once it was attached, it seemed like countless ice skates shot into the back of his heart, he just hugged Meng Potian tightly without moving.

Meng Potian's face was close to hers. At this moment, her face was as pale as the snow around her, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

Never in this life has he been so close to him at this moment.

At the end of this life, you have to breathe and smell him, and touch your skin.

At this very moment, he smelled that cup of wine that he would never drink again in his life. With the mellow aroma of this wine and his bright breath, he went to a world. Will the last moment of memory be remembered in the next life? , leave it to God to decide.

She smiled lightly, her face pressed against his, her vision was already blurred, she could only look for his lips by feeling.

The icy leaf wind and snow piercing the top of the head raised the black hair of the two people, cut it off, and fell on the two of them in pieces. Those soft hairs, there is me in you, and you in me, and fell quietly. layer, like black snow on top of white snow.

Meng Potian finally touched Pei Shu's lips, she frowned slightly, thinking a little hard, the person with red lips like fire, in her girl's dream of Huaichun, she had imagined the fiery warmth that should be countless times, but at this moment that person His lips were slightly cold, with a faint fishy smell, like blood.

She couldn't speak, but frowned pitifully and leaned towards his lips.

Don't be cold-hearted, don't be disappointed, don't bite the corners of your lips, there are always countless separations in this world, only sooner or later.

Don't think that I am resentful and lost. I am full of joy and consummation that you cannot understand. In this life, I know that I will never be able to walk by your side, so let me take a step in your arms and imprint my last body temperature on you. From now on, it will be a long road, my figure, in your heart, the fate is hard to shake.

It is better than chasing behind you forever, but never being able to touch a piece of your clothes.

Some sticky liquid spread silently between the skins of the two, and was quickly frozen by the extremely low temperature, sticking to the skins of the two.

This restricted Meng Potian's movement, and also imprisoned her last bit of strength, her lips stopped suddenly just one point away from Pei Shu's lips.

Lying quietly, Pei Shu, who was motionless, suddenly widened his eyes.

After a pause, Meng Potian's body, like a piece of soft satin, slipped off Pei Shu's body without a sound.

Pei Shu didn't move.

He seemed to suddenly lose all his strength.

The woman beside him fell down slightly and lay beside him, her black hair was disheveled in the wind and snow, she was pale and bright red, and there was only a smile on her lips that seemed regretful and happy, and she was silent.

On her throat, the sword's edge pierced through, and she used her vitals to block Pei Shu's fatal blow.

She ended up not being able to say another word.

In the end, she didn't kiss the corner of the lips of her beloved.

She finally died in his arms, beside him, in this corner of the wind and snow.

She is the famous six daughters of Meng in the tortoiseshell rivers and lakes. She used to like to carry a basket to collect the things in the rivers and lakes. Later, she only had one treasure in the world in her eyes, and she chased it all her life.

Her original name was Meng Yao, but she disliked the name as too feminine, so she changed her name to Potian.

The fate is finally broken, and there is no way to recover.

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Pei Shu was lying on the ground, his back seemed to be stuck with ice and blood, and he didn't seem to want to wake up anymore.

My heart also seemed to be like this wind and snow, howling and turning, stirring and rolling, the flesh and blood seemed to be smashed by the pain, and the pieces were fragmented memories.

He tried his best to recall everything about the woman around him, but he couldn't piece together a complete picture in his mind, and he couldn't even remember the scene when he first met her. During this long time, his eyes and heart always fell on the other side. She has never kept a fragment of her in her body.

So much so that at this moment, his mind was full of chaos, and each piece was just her at the last moment, with messy black hair, pale and bright red, a slight smile, and the corners of her lips stained with blood.

She didn't have to die, he had the opportunity to throw her out first, she was in his arms, poisoned and injured, she should be rescued first.

He kept ignoring her, deliberately ignoring her, until he ignored her life, and didn't even give her a chance to choose.

She didn't give him a chance to regret saving.

When she finally protected him with her life, his whole life was destined to atone for the hesitation at that moment.

He lay stiffly, not daring to look at her, not daring to touch her, the low-flying grass blades seemed to be cutting his body under the mysterious power of the formation, yet he was willing to die in such lingering pain.

It is better than being tortured forever in the long-term guilt in the future.

Feng Xue also seemed to know the decline of his heart energy, gradually weakened, his head and face were gradually covered by the wind and snow, like a corpse in the ice and snow.

The wind and snow covered layer after layer until it completely covered his face. The man who was so hot that he seemed to be able to melt molten iron could not melt the ice and snow at this moment.

a long time.

There are two groups of ice beads.

Brilliantly, from the corner of the eye, it rolls down silently.

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The wind and snow in this corner has frozen people's hearts for thousands of miles, and I don't know when they will have a day of rejuvenation.

But that's only in the promenade.

In the long corridor, life and death are parted, and the fighting outside the long corridor is still changing rapidly.

At the moment when the wind and snow blew up in the promenade, everyone on the wall not far away seemed to feel it.

Especially Gong Yin, looking back for a moment, reflecting the wind and snow at that moment, his eyes changed color.

"Mysterious yellow wind and snow formation!"

Born in a snow-capped mountain, he naturally recognized that this is one of the most powerful formations in the snow-capped mountain. It can create a world of wind and snow in any square inch. It is one of the large arrays of guardians on the peak of the Snow Mountain. It cannot be used easily when the guardian is not in danger, nor can it be used easily, because this array requires no less than 18 inner disciples with pure skills, and it consumes a lot of energy after performing it. It may cause these eighteen disciples to stagnate and not be able to make an inch of progress. This is an unbearable loss for Tianmen, whose inner disciples are very rare.

However, Tianmen has stood on the snow mountain for many years, and most of the sects outside the world have long since disappeared. Even the Kunlun sect, which was the most competitive at the time, was wiped out by Tianmen Murongchou and Xu Pingran undercover.

Even Gong Yin had never seen it with his own eyes before, but only saw it in books when he was studying in the inner sect.

Such a large formation, if not ordered by the suzerain himself, no one can form the formation independently.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the new house - Xu Pingran was there!

However, he rushed towards the corridor even faster—even though his mortal enemy was close at hand, Jing Hengbo was still in the corridor!

A figure flashed, and a person flew out from the direction of the long corridor, coughing up blood as he flew, and the blood splashed in the air and was frozen into red ice cubes, which shattered on the ground.

That was Meng Hu, he didn't fully walk up the corridor and was stimulated by the formation.

As soon as Gong Yin raised his hand to catch him, when he looked up again, he heard Pei Shu shouting angrily, and then the wind and snow suddenly broke, and Jing Hengbo walked out through the long corridor and flew towards the rockery on one side.

The figure flashed, Tian Qi, the best lightness kung fu, went to meet Jing Hengbo.

Seeing this scene, Gong Yin put Meng Hu down, turned around without hesitation, and went straight to the new house.

If Xu Pingran was here, she would be the soul. Only by getting rid of her can everyone be completely safe.

His figure was thrown into the sky like snow, and the wind and snow that was only raging in the corridor suddenly roared, and turned into a tornado, circling and sweeping upwards, trying to drag him down.

The figure flashed in succession, and Qisha's laughter resounded in the sky, "What the **** is hiding here and pretending to be a ghost!"

There was a sound of splitting in the wind, and the spiraling snow tornado was split into two halves, one half caught the seven kills, and the other half still chased Gong Yin away. Flying snow in mid-air was like a giant fist, hitting Gong Yin's back hard.

Another figure flashed, dancing softly like black seaweed, Yeluqi smiled and said: "I also have a look at this magical formation of Tianmen!"

As soon as the tornado stopped, there was a burst of ice and snow falling, and the wind and snow stopped, revealing seven or eight young women, whose snow clothes fell like snowflakes, and when the snowflakes fluttered and fell, these women were almost naked .

The black and yellow formations clashed with true qi, and the collision was fierce. The people who set up the formation forcibly divided the formations, and all the clothes were shattered by the backlash of the air current.

Suddenly seven or eight naked women surrounded Yeluqi, Yeluqi didn't expect this situation, and was stunned for a moment.

Yelv Xunru, who was watching the battle from a distance, sat up suddenly, punched Master Ziwei hard, and shouted: "Wow, this battle... this battle...how can my chicken Xiaoqi be able to stand it? ? I'm too old to die, how long will I have to wait if I don't make a move! Make a move!"

Master Ziwei raised his eyelids and glanced lazily, then turned his buttocks to face her, "Your brother can't take it, but the old man can take it? You have to go by yourself."

Yelu Xun curled his lips, but said: "I see, it's good for him to be entangled by these women, he pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, will he kill these women for a while, and he will have to fight, just right, let that Gong Yin face him To the old hag, it's better to be heroic, and my Xiaoqi can marry Bobo hahaha."

She also lay down comfortably again. Anyway, Xiao Qi couldn't handle a few women.

Naturally, Yeluqi couldn't hear the conversation here, he was a little embarrassed to face the blush, these snow mountain women were acquaintances, they knew him when he was taken captive, but at this moment these women seem to have forgotten him, it seems She didn't realize how shy she was when she was naked, but her face was still cold, her face was solemn, and her gestures were sharp and free, as if what was showing was not her skin, but her own boundless holiness and brilliance.

But Yeluqi was caught in a dilemma, the pink light in front of his eyes was full of jade arms and bare legs, how should he fight this fight?

He couldn't fight, but he wasn't polite, a young girl yelled harshly, and kicked her as soon as she raised her leg, Yeluqi could easily push it away, but when she raised her eyes, her raised thigh was white and round, and there was a faint line of light-colored obscene clothes ...He was about to slap his hand, so he had to withdraw it.

The sword energy was awe-inspiring, and another sword flew towards him. With a flash of Yeluqi's figure, he jumped over the sword light and fell into the opponent's heart. His fingertips were so slippery that he couldn't keep the soft, plump and greasy place, he hastily withdrew his hands, his face was already slightly red.

Roushan powder fat, full of taboos, this kind of fight is timid, Yeluqi seems to be stretched after a while, what's worse, he is still a young man, his physiology is normal, even if his concentration is good, but he has been in this kind of fat powder formation for a long time , It is inevitable to see and meet something, gradually, the whole body becomes a little hot, I just feel a heat flow in the lower abdomen, which is uncontrollable, and goes straight to the chest.

In the distance Yelu Xunru had been watching the battle, at first he was laughing, then he was a little uneasy, and then he couldn't help laughing, and said: "Look at my younger brother, the dragon and the phoenix, the Zhilan Yushu, it really isn't just bragging. Look. Those little zombies seem to be murderous, but they are actually merciful, just trying to trap him."

Her eyes were sharp, and she could tell at a glance that these Xueshan disciples who had known Yeluqi before seemed indifferent, but in fact they were merciful. After all, they didn't want to hurt him.

She was also relieved, and lay down comfortably again, and glanced at Master Ziwei whose buttocks were always facing there, but whose ears were pricked up.

Don't make a move easily, you have to be optimistic about this old guy who will slip away at any time.

She didn't intend to move, Jing Hengbo stood firm on the rockery over there, was supported by Tianqi, she rushed out of the black and white wind and snow formation, her whole body was covered with tiny wounds cut by grass leaves, Tianqi wanted to help her bandage , while hissing in pain, she pushed Tianqi away, and saw at a glance that the wind and snow in the corridor had cleared, the formation had been broken, and she was divided into two battle groups, Qisha and Yeluqi, and Pei Shu lay on the ice in the corridor. Sleeping in the snow, and Meng Potian beside him remained motionless.

Jing Hengbo's shock was no small matter, and he hurriedly dodged to the corridor. Seeing that Pei Shu's face was almost completely covered, and Meng Potian was covered in ice and snow, both of them were in a stiff posture. Abandoned by heaven, he hurriedly supported him. Tianqi shouted in her ear: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Don't get confused, the young commander's face is hot!"

Jing Hengbo calmed down, looked carefully at Pei Shu's face, and found that his forehead was covered with snow, but the snowflakes on his mouth and nose were light. He felt a little relieved, but he didn't understand why he would lie still like this. This is really not his style. Fearing that he would be seriously injured, he had to squat down and call softly: "Pei Shu! Pei Shu!" His fingers brushed against his cheek, but there were a few round ice beads.

Jing Hengbo held the ice bead and shone it on the light. He couldn't react for a while, but felt his heart vibrate, as if something he absolutely didn't want was happening.

Behind him, Tianqi suddenly took a deep breath.

Jing Hengbo turned his head in a daze, and looked at Meng Potian. The snow on the woman's face was very even, and she was not disturbed by a trace of heat. Only two extremely black heroic eyebrows could be vaguely seen.

Suddenly there was a great grief in my heart. Jing Hengbo's hands trembled.

With a slight "crack", the ice beads landed on Meng Potian's face, and she remained motionless.

Jing Hengbo rushed over, hurriedly brushed the snow off her face, and hugged her up, but the body was so heavy, colder than the snow, Jing Hengbo only felt the cold from his fingers to the bottom of his heart, and he could hardly hug her body.

She hugged Meng Potian, and turned to Tianqi in a daze, her eyes were full of pleading, Tianqi sighed, turned his head and couldn't bear to look, and said softly: "Your Majesty's condolences..."

Jing Hengbo suddenly closed his eyes.

Pei Shu beside him trembled slightly, and another burst of ice and snow fell.

Then he sat up stiffly, resting his forehead on his knees, and after a while his fingers jerked and jerked slowly into the black hair.

Sitting on the cold ground, Jing Hengbo hugged Meng Potian, feeling his heart convulsing. The cold and desolation of the night covered him like chaotic snow.

She didn't know what to say, and she couldn't say anything. The choice of life and death on the corridor was just a moment, and when she was thrown out by Pei Shu in the last moment, Meng Potian's fate had already been unfairly decided.

For a moment, she wondered, was Meng Potian hating her own existence at the last moment? As she said, if there is no Jing Hengbo...

If there is no Jing Hengbo, Pei Shu may like her who has a similar temper, and maybe he will accept her in the end, or he already has a slight liking in his heart, but he is so stubborn and proud, as if he feels that he is still a man if he keeps his initial heartbeat persistence and quality.

In the end, it hurt her.

Jing Hengbo didn't know what Meng Potian would think, but felt that at this moment, he began to hate his own existence.

Pei Shu turned his head suddenly, gently took Meng Potian from her hand, and hugged her in a gentle gesture that he had never experienced in his life.

He stared sideways at the deep night, as if he was about to sink in the darkness, and at the same time seemed to be looking for a glimmer of light in the darkness. Jing Hengbo heard his suddenly hoarse voice, which echoed in his ears, "I want to accompany her first...then I'm sorry I can't help you now."

Jing Hengbo was silent for a while, nodded, and slowly stood up, she shouldn't be here now.

Let Meng Potian enjoy this last solitude alone.

When she stood up, she didn't know if her knees were stiff after kneeling for a long time, she staggered, Tian Qi supported her, and she said in a daze, "Thank you."

Tian Qi stared into her eyes, couldn't bear to turn his eyes away again, and reminded softly: "Master Yelu seems to be in trouble over there..."

Jing Hengbo pulled himself together and looked out of the corridor, and he saw Yeluqi's embarrassing state.

She urgently needed a fight right now to dispel the boundless guilt and pain in her mind, and without even thinking about it, she jumped into Yeluqi's battle group in a flash.

As soon as she entered the battle group, Yeluqi was overjoyed, he was hoping that a woman would come to help him out, otherwise this hand-to-hand fight would be really hard to fight.

Jing Hengbo felt sad and angry. Seeing these naked girls was like seeing a group of naked pigs. She had no love or mercy. Just now, how did these people use the surrounding objects to deal with her and kill Meng Potian? Way, to repay this group of ice and snow ruthless people.

So the Xueshan disciples suffered a disaster.

No one restrains their hands and feet, no one cares about the fragrance and jade. In the Xuanhuang snowstorm, the vegetation is a weapon, and under Jing Hengbo's hands, everything is even more murderous. She doesn't need light work, she can move around endlessly, she doesn't need weapons, a brick, a stone and a drop of water can be her sharp weapon, she doesn't need internal strength, she can command heavy weapons, and she doesn't even need to see the enemy's moves clearly - as long as she is willing, the world Everything can be mobilized, simple and rude, just hit you.

The sharp leaf tips that have not dispersed from the ice and snow will also cut **** mouths on the snow mountain disciples, and those hard branches will be poked into the wounds by Jing Hengbo unceremoniously. Occasionally, when a fish jumped up, Jing Hengbo waved his hand to watch him off, and his tail was slammed into his face, and a woman screamed coquettishly, fainted by the tail of the fish. But Jing Hengbo's attacks continued continuously, and her hands kept flicking, like plucking the strings of the night, summoning all things in the world to come rolling in. Flying grass was mixed with chaotic rocks, and sand was wrapped in broken branches. The more ferocious speed in the previous large formation stirred up the airflow and made it turbid. From a distance, the battle group looked dim, like a tornado pulling the sky and the earth.

The Xueshan disciples finally felt this kind of ferocity and murderous aura. What's more terrible is that the queen has no internal martial arts strength, and all her abilities come from supernatural powers, so her strength is continuous, and she will not be tired or fading. It's even more fulfilling, as if the world is controlled by her.

Yeluqi didn't need to make any moves anymore, he just darted to one side.

Fengshui took turns, Yeluqi was defeated just now, and now he was replaced by Xueshan disciples. They had never experienced such a helpless battle formation, and they could not use their own advantages. Under Jing Hengbo's almost vicious attack, those who The clothes that could not cover the body were even more scattered and broken. These women gradually became really angry and shouted in unison. Regardless of Jing Hengbo's violent attack of all things and the weapon barrier formed in front of her, the sword light was like lightning, Yaojiao is like a dragon, and countless snow dragons whizzed and entangled, passed through the ups and downs barrier, and rushed straight to Jing Hengbo.

A little bit of scarlet spreads in the air, like the last bit of dyed plum blossom in a freehand painting, dyeing the pale yellow moonlight with rouge. That was the blood that escaped from the skin cut by the blades of grass, bricks and stones when the Xueshan disciple forcibly broke through the barrier of Jing Hengbo's myriad things.

And the gathered snow dragon, in the night, suddenly looks like a dragon, with boundless coldness and murderous aura, it is that ferocious minion.

The sky dragon soars for thousands of miles in a flash, and the sword light is so fast that nothing in the world can catch up.

Yeluqi rushed over immediately, Jing Hengbo retreated quickly, and after a soft "chi", she had disappeared in place, and a few strands of cloth flew up leisurely, and fell into the arms of Yeluqi who happened to be passing by.

Yeluqi backhanded his sword, choking and resounding like a dragon's chant, and flew up with that huge turbulent force, just as he saw that Jing Hengbo had landed in another direction, his figure was slightly unstable, and the front of his chest was torn to pieces At the waist, a large piece of snow-white skin was exposed.

At this moment, he didn't care about anything else, he flew down beside her, hurried her behind him, and asked, "How is it, are you injured?"

Jing Hengbo shook his head, and closed his clothes a little uncomfortably. There was no one to chase after, but a strip of cloth was hung from the chest, and now the clothes became a sky dress, with a white line from the neck to the waist, almost dazzling in the dark, and a deep groove on the front chest, like a smear of snow. , looming.

With Yeluqi's glance, his whole body froze. Just now, facing the hot flow of the powder formation, he suddenly churned even more violently. That line of white, a bay of snow, was like a wind and moon in the world, awakening the long-dormant Hot blood, he could even feel the hot blood rushing up from his lower abdomen like a sword like a knife, wherever it passed, his skin was burning and his inner organs were boiling.

He hurriedly collected his mind, turned his eyes away, took a step back, and forced himself to turn his attention back to those Xueshan disciples. However, those Xueshan disciples seemed to be at the end of their strength, and they all backed away with pale faces, holding their swords and panting, and did not Continue to block.

The Fengxuexuanhuang Formation had already exhausted its true strength and blood, and after fighting with Yeluqi, and being attacked and injured by Jing Hengbo, these disciples could not take it anymore. The fierce and incomparably fierce sword just now was just the last shot at the end of the road. Just fight.

Jing Hengbo was also panting. The fierce attack just now was really angry after all. It didn't hurt her body or spirit, and she was also a little tired.

Suddenly heard the location of the new house, there was a loud bang.

Jing Hengbo suddenly raised his head, remembering that he had neglected the most important battlefield.

She couldn't help rushing out, shouting: "Gong Yin!"

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