The magic sword Bing Xin entered his body, and Yang Yunfeng felt a biting cold in his sword body, and instantly frozen his whole body into black ice. A bloody red color finally faded away, revealing a little bit of tranquility and deep despair.

The white fairy sword once had a lifelong entanglement with the red fairy sword in his hand, but now it pierced into his body, with the cold and the anger connected, circling and dancing, sad but heroic.

Should we continue the relationship between the past life, or should we kill the grudges?

"Brother Feng... I'm sorry." Finally, the light female voice as light as the breeze came into his ears with deep guilt. The next moment, it dissipated like smoke, but it was deeply engraved in the young man's mind.

At this moment, the biting cold air of the Bingxin Sword and the heart-devouring enemy of the Heart-devouring sword intertwined, stirring, and dancing in lingeringly, composeing a lifetime of love and hatred, composeing a path to heaven, and then disappearing together, turning into spiritual energy and injecting into Yang Yunfeng's meridians, and finally becoming a wisp of Yang Yunfeng's true essence, without any trace.

"Yeah!" Yang Yunfeng suddenly felt the spiritual platform clear and the dizziness in his mind disappeared. Even the previously damaged spiritual consciousness had completely recovered. It was thought that it was the effect of the two swords' fusion of the ferocious and cold air.

The power of the divine sword is indeed extraordinary.

However, the injury of the spiritual consciousness was miraculously repaired, but there was no sign of improvement on the body. Yang Yunfeng had already been broken by Shen Suihan and his skin was bleeding. If he had not practiced the Tianhu Glazed Art, his body was strong, he would have been dead under Shen Suihan. He was able to raise a sword to attack Shen Suihan and Ruan Xinqiu and the other two were completely supported by the physical potential stimulated by the Destroyed Heart Sword. At this moment, he was penetrated into the abdomen by the Bing Xin Sword, and his injuries were even worse. However, the desperation of the Destroyed Heart Sword had been dissolved by the Bing Xin Sword and could not stimulate the potential of his body. At this moment, he felt that the eight strange meridians, the muscles, bones, and flesh were all heard, as if he was experiencing sword stabs, and the fire was roasted and frozen. The biggest pain in the world came at this moment, causing him to almost go crazy.

But his spiritual platform was extremely sober. Not only did he fail to faint and avoid the pain, but he deepened the feeling of pain countless times.

His blue veins were exposed, his facial muscles kept twitching, his frown brows were dripping with blood, and his hands were holding the Mishin Sword and his strength continued to increase. If the Mishin Sword was not carefully forged by the Tianji Sect, the extremely strong divine sword, he would probably have been crushed into powder by him.

The pain in his body made him roar without any strength, and even forgot to pull out the fairy sword in his belly and forgot to control the blood flowing out of his body.

"Brother Feng!" Ruan Xinqiu stabbed Yang Yunfeng's stomach with a sword, and felt a sense of discomfort. He immediately let go of the Destroy Sword of Heart, and his head lowered his head and showed a loss of soul. His face was filled with guilt and sadness. His body trembled slightly, and almost shed tears - she is a weak woman, and she has rarely experienced fighting, but she has experienced similar things? At this time, seeing Yang Yunfeng's painful appearance, she was even more panicked and did not dare to look at him head-on. She could only take a sneak shot from the corner of her eyes, and she was silently indifferent. "I didn't mean it...I... If I don't do it, Senior Brother Shen will be killed by you..." Two lines of tears finally slid across her face silently. Her head was buried in her shoulders, murmured in a low voice, not knowing what to do.

The raindrops are floating and scattered, and they are very sad.

At this moment, a faint fragrance suddenly smelled, and a woman in plain clothes slowly fell from the sky on the bluestone slab, gentle and soft, just like the first time she saw her in the rain, sad, confused, and misty. The eyes of the water slowly swept across Yang Yunfeng's face, and her face that made men in the world fall into love, and the women in the world jealous appeared deep sadness. She was as soft as boneless, and her fingers as jade as onion slowly passed through Yang Yunfeng's face, which was particularly gentle.

Yang Yunfeng was awake and clearly saw the familiar eyebrows of the woman, her graceful figure, and her breathtaking expression, but he felt that he was in a dream.

"Wanyi..." Yang Yunfeng used all his strength to say these two words, and squeezed out a faint smile on his face. He stretched out his hand to hold Yiren tightly and never separate again.

How many people can overcome the pain of lovesickness?

The beautiful woman's eyes showed a bit of heat, but a little melancholy appeared on the corner of her mouth. She stared at Yang Yunfeng's trembling hand that reached out to her but could not reach her. Finally, she closed it gently with her hands.

At this moment, it is like a bright summer flower blooming without evil. Even if the mountains are not ridges, the river water is exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, summer rain and snow, and the heaven and earth are united, you must hold your hands tightly and never separate!

The raindrops danced gracefully, floating around the two of them, like the spirit of heaven and earth, playing a gorgeous music for them.

"Wanyi... don't leave me... don't leave me..." The hero burst into tears, his face flowing with infatuation, who would he tell me!

The girl who seemed like a banished immortal in the rain gently embraced Yang Yunfeng into her arms, leaned her head tightly on his shoulder, and slowly injected her true energy into Yang Yunfeng's body, and then said softly in a gentle manner: "Okay, I will never leave you... Never..."

When Yang Yunfeng heard the girl's words, the obsession that he had never let go of in his heart disappeared in an instant. The pain on his body disappeared completely, and he hugged the girl tightly with both hands, unwilling to let go of even a slight slight.

The so-called word "love" is just like that.

Yang Yunfeng's heart is tightly surrounded by warmth that he has never felt before. He only hopes that this moment will last forever, and that he and I will grow old together and stay together forever.

The rain is faint.

"Yunfeng, you are too tired, go to bed, go to bed..." The girl comforted softly, and the scenes of the past echoed in front of her eyes, just to take her beloved, stay away from this noisy world, find a hidden place, live in a hut, plain, but warm and happy life.

Hearing the girl's words, Yang Yunfeng's spirit platform gradually felt sleepy. He really wanted to snuggle with Yiren, then fall asleep, have a warm dream, and tell her endless thoughts in the dream. However, he did not fall asleep. He hugged Yiren tightly and murmured in a low voice: "Wanyi... I don't want to sleep... I'm afraid that when I wake up, I won't see you again! You are the person I love the most in this life, this life, this is the only person I love, I... can't live without you!"

Listening to Yang Yunfeng's words, the girl's delicate body shook slightly, her face was already wet, and she didn't know if it was tears or rain.

Did she ever want to separate from Yang Yunfeng?

A night of silence.

The girl sighed softly, and a faint light emitted from her hand. She gently tapped Yang Yunfeng, sighed softly, and said softly: "Yunxiao, you are too tired, you should... sleep... don't worry... don't worry... I will always be by your side... I will never be separated from you... I can't live without you!"

At this moment, Yang Yunfeng finally showed a gentle smile on his face, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!