Qiu Qiumei held the Destroyed Sword in his hand and stabbed Yang Yunfeng fiercely. He was about to stab the young man and killed him in this boundless darkness.

Yang Yunfeng looked at the rapidly falling Sword of Destroyed Heart, his bloody eyes twitched violently, and his mind buzzed.

"Am I going to die under my fairy sword?" At the critical moment, such a thought appeared in his mind.

The next moment, when he thought that the Destroyed Heart Sword was about to pass through his chest and end his life, Zhao Xianying, who was as thin as a dry bone, had some strength and speed, and even crossed several feet away, flew to Yang Yunfeng, and used his body to resist Qiu Qiumei's attack.

"Ah!" The Destroyed Sword instantly penetrated Zhao Xianying's body, but the speed was slightly slower, creating a glimmer of vitality for Yang Yunfeng.

He had been trying hard to dodge before, but at this moment he finally narrowly avoided the attack of the Destroyed Heart Sword and saved his life.

However, Zhao Xianying, who was already extremely weak, is now pierced by the Destroyed Sword, probably has no chance to live.

"Senior!" Yang Yunfeng looked at the blood gushing from Zhao Xianying's chest, his mind was dizzy and he almost fainted.

Zhao Xianying turned her head and smiled softly at him, but her smile was so dismal.

She didn't say anything, but Yang Yunfeng could clearly read her thoughts from her eyes: "You rescue me from the dark underground and let me see the light again is kind to me. And I can block a sword for you and save your life is a reward for your kindness. I will never owe anyone anything again, even death is enough."

"No!" Yang Yunfeng's pupils dilated, he stared at Zhao Xianying tightly, looking sad.

Unfortunately, his seven orifices were bleeding, his meridians were broken, and he had no extra strength. He stepped forward to look at Zhao Xianying for the last time.

At this time, Zhao Xianying finally spoke and said with difficulty: "I... and Wenlang... and a child... His whereabouts are unknown... I hope you can... find him for me... take care of him... His name is 'En'er', and there is a crescent-shaped fetal......... Note..." She said this paragraph with difficulty, almost exhausting all her strength. When the last word was released, she finally couldn't hold on anymore. She slowly closed her eyes, and then fell into the underworld and no longer lived in the world.

"Senior!" Yang Yunfeng said hoarsely, his eyes shifted to Qiu Qiumei, his eyes full of hatred.

Qiu Qiumi killed Zhao Xianying with a sword, and he felt incredible, and did not immediately launch a call to attack Yang Yunfeng. At this moment, he felt a little touched when he heard Zhao Xianying's words, and was stunned. After a long time, he pulled out the Sword of Destroy from Zhao Xianying's body. He looked up at Yang Yunfeng, and a distinctive meaning appeared in his eyes.

"Xianying... I grew up watching you... I didn't expect that one day I would kill you..." Suddenly, he closed his eyes and sighed. The past years appeared before his eyes, and a little sadness suddenly arose in his heart. "You are a dying person. If I don't kill you, you should do it yourself." Qiu Qiumei snorted coldly, threw away the Sword of Mixing, then turned his back to Yang Yunfeng, and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

He stopped because he heard Yang Yunfeng's unyielding voice: "If you... don't kill me, you will die sooner or later!" Yang Yunfeng's eyes turned red and he said hoarsely.

This sentence almost exhausted his last little effort. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt dizziness in his mind worsening, sleepiness kept hitting his mind, and almost fainted.

Qiu Qiumei looked at him coldly, and confirmed that he had no power to act. He couldn't help but show disdain and said, "I'm still stubborn before my death!"

"You were stubborn before death, right? Brother Qiu." Just as Qiu Qiu finished speaking, a ghostly voice suddenly came from his ears.

"Who!" Qiu Qiumei's body trembled suddenly, turned around and looked at the end of the Earthly Infernal Affairs, and shot out a fireball, illuminating the entire Earthly Infernal Affairs.

Then, he saw a figure in white slowly walking towards him. "It's you - Li Qinghan!" Qiu Qiumei exclaimed, with a little fear in his eyes.

"You have a memory!" Li Qinghan snorted coldly and said lightly, "Now you have two choices, commit suicide, or die in my hands. Choose slowly." When he finished speaking, he had already arrived in front of Qiu Qiumei, and his body emitted a shocking chill, almost like the wind and snow of 49, making people tremble.

"Arrogant!" Qiu Qiumei cursed angrily, and suddenly attacked Li Qinghan.

Li Qinghan looked at the other party's hands, and a little disdain appeared in his eyes. He blew out a gentle breath, condensed into a strong wind, and hit Qiu Qiumei's fist. In an instant, he hit Qiu Qiumei's fist together.

"Sharp!" At this moment, an extremely slight sound came out from Qiuqiu's bamboo fist, almost inaudible.

However, when he heard this sound, Qiu Qiu's face showed a horror. This was the sound of his finger bones shattering!

The next moment, this sound gradually became louder and soon spread throughout his body.

All the bones on Qiu Qiumei's body were beaten into powder by Li Qinghan in the fight just now!

"Ah!" Qiu Qiumei, who had lost the support of the bones, fell down quickly, staring at Li Qinghan with incredible expressions. As soon as he shouted this heart-wrenching sound, his face collapsed due to the skull's shattering. His whole person fell to the ground and turned into a ball of soft flesh wrapped in leather, which was completely out of human form.

Although he is still alive, he is no different from the dead.

"I'm so impatient to live!" Li Qinghan said coldly with disgust on his face, suddenly mobilized his true energy on his legs, secretly mobilized his heart skills, and stepped on Qiu Qiumei on the ground violently.

"Bang!" Accompanied by the splash of blood, Qiuqiu Mat completely turned into a pile of meat pies, completely losing its vitality.

Li Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief, raised a breeze in his hand, removed the blood stains on his legs, and turned into a spotless and arrogant monk. "Mr. Nephew!" He cast a ball of flames to illuminate Yang Yunfeng's face, then quickly walked to Yang Yunfeng, quickly put his hand on Yang Yunfeng's wrist, stabbed a trace of spiritual consciousness, and then frowned. "The meridians were severely damaged, the true essence overflowed, the qi and blood disorders, and there were 179 internal injuries of all sizes. So serious!" He said softly, with a serious face.

Yang Yunfeng's injury was too serious, and even if he had a superb cultivation level, he could not bear it. Fortunately, Yang Yunfeng's body was strong and he could barely survive. Even so, Yang Yunfeng's physical condition was not optimistic. If he could not receive timely treatment, he would almost die.

"Mr. Nephew, hold on!" Li Qinghan said in a deep voice, quickly injecting his true energy into Yang Yunfeng's body, setting up ninety-ninety-one restrictions on his body, so that his injuries would not spread immediately, and temporarily save his life.

Li Qinghan was helpless against Yang Yunfeng's injuries, and only this is the only thing he could do. "I have to go back to the sect and ask the senior brother of the Xianling Palace to rescue Mr. Yang." Li Qinghan thought so, slightly anxious.

At this moment, a weak figure appeared beside him. The girl's face Ruoxue, although not the best beauty, has a special temperament as gentle as water, which is enough to fascinate.

It is Ruan Xinqiu.

"Brother Feng!" Looking at Yang Yunfeng's appearance, Ruan Xinqiu looked worried, quickly stepped forward, opened her arms, and hugged him tightly in her arms.

Only for this moment, tears flowed silently.
Chapter completed!