As Feng Zhiling and the three of them fought desperately, arms flew away from the body one by one, and heads flew into the air. On the ground, blood rushed out from the headless necks, and they fell limply to the ground.
.
However, even though Feng Zhiling and the others killed countless enemies, they still had dozens of scars on their bodies.
Turn around this street and you will be able to approach a forest not far ahead.
At this time, although she knew that the other side was full of illusions, Bing Xinyue still had sweaty palms and silently shouted in her heart: "Faster, faster... Turn around, it will be safe as long as you enter the woods..."
Finally, Feng Zhiling let out a muffled groan and flew up into the air without any warning. Like a sharp black arrow, he flew toward the corner like lightning. As long as he passed this point, he would reach the woods and escape.
The opportunities are bound to increase.
But at this moment.
An indescribable feeling of threat suddenly enveloped Bing Xinyue's heart.
She raised her head in panic, and was surprised to see a man in black standing dozens of feet away, as tall and tall as a mountain, standing steadily on the highest roof, with a sword in his hand, shining with dazzling brilliance.
This sword overflowed with brilliance and was so brilliant that it even covered the sun in the sky.
And the moment Bing Xinyue noticed the man in black, the sword flew out like a meteor
The speed of this sword has surpassed time and space.
Ignore time and space, kill with one sword
The brilliance of the world has just shone, but it is already roaring out
Feng Zhiling's body had already reached the highest point at this moment, and his speed had reached its limit. As long as he descended, he could turn around and sneak into the woods without blinking an eye.
But at this moment, the sword whizzed in like a falling meteor, piercing through Feng Zhiling's back at the last moment.
It flew out from the chest without any pause.
Transparent front and back
Mixed with the hot blood in Feng Zhiling's heart, the sword stained red by the blood overflowed with a bright red cruel color. It remained strong and flew dozens of feet away before being inserted into a tree on the opposite side.
Bing Xinyue was shocked to see this scene, and for a moment she felt that her liver and gallbladder were split apart, and her insides were on fire.
in the air.
The body of Feng Zhiling, whose heart was pierced by a sword, suddenly stopped moving.
His thin body was frozen in the air. He lowered his head and looked at his chest, which was already transparent from front to back.
His face was still calm and indifferent, his eyes were still cold and calm, and there was no trace of panic at all.
It seems that even life and death are nothing more than this
Looking at the big hole in his chest, a strange smile appeared on Feng Zhiling's face. He seemed to sigh softly, and there was a feeling of extreme fatigue and loneliness on his face.
He remained silent.
He just quietly raised his head, tilted his head slightly, and looked up at the sky.
There was still that calm pride on his face.
Those eyes that were already somewhat distracted were still full of arrogance and loneliness that looked down on the world.
He just stood in the air, raising his head slightly and staring into the distance. The indifference and calmness in his eyes, the pride and perseverance on his face seemed to be merging into a sentence.
"In this world, only others can be sorry for me, and I can't be sorry for others. This is my greatest pride."
"When others are in trouble, I try my best to help my country. When my country is in danger, I also try my best to help. Although I am in this situation now, no one is willing to stand up and help me, but I have a clear conscience."
He didn't really say this sentence.
But his arrogance, his arrogance that almost reached the heavens and the earth, expressed these words vividly.
Bing Xinyue's heart stopped beating completely at this moment.
He opened his mouth and looked at the figure in the sky dreamily.
finally……
Feng Zhiling's figure could no longer maintain his standing posture in the air. Although he still maintained his standing posture, he fell straight down.
Like a kite with its string broken.
His black hair was blown up by the strong wind at this moment, flying messily, but even when it fell, he still raised his head, still maintaining the arrogance of defying the world.
However, at this moment, in Bing Xinyue's eyes, there was only a sense of sadness.
Countless black-clad killers rushed out from all directions, their swords shining brightly and their swords aura colorful. They rushed toward Feng Zhiling's fallen body with ferocious looks.
The luster of the sword reflected the rays of the sun in the sky.
It fell hard, obviously trying to tear the Chaos Blade of Wind into pieces.
The figure that had lost its resistance, even...the figure that had lost its vitality, fell silently and proudly, without dodging or avoiding.
"No"
Seeing this, Bing Xinyue couldn't bear it any longer. She no longer cared whether this was an illusion, no longer thought about the irrationality of it, no longer maintained her rationality to find the loopholes here. She let out a heart-wrenching scream, and her body was like
The rainbow penetrated the sun, rushed down from the sky like a meteor, and turned into a bolt of lightning.
Rushing towards the body surrounded by swords and shadows
It hurt the most in my heart to rush towards her.
She felt that her heart had broken into thousands of pieces at this moment. It was an unforgettable pain that would never be forgotten.
"You all deserve to die"
She rushed in and hugged the figure.
That face is still proud and awe-inspiring
There is still warmth in the body.
However, the person no longer had any breath, and the remaining body temperature gradually disappeared.
Only his eyes were still open indifferently, looking ahead, calm.
At this moment, Bing Xinyue felt that she suddenly collapsed
She looked at her hands tremblingly, hating why she didn't take action earlier, but found that her white hands were full of blood, Feng Zhiling's blood.
Bing Xinyue looked up to the sky and screamed, and suddenly drew her sword with a swipe. Without saying a word, she rushed into the crowd of black-clothed killers with red eyes: "You all must die, die, die, die."
She was completely unaware that at this moment, she had already unleashed her ultimate power. How could a low-level plane like Hanyang Continent be able to withstand her ultimate power? This plane did not collapse.
It's a pity that she is completely immersed in the infinite grief of losing Feng Zhiling at this moment.
On top of the iceberg.
Wan'er and Xiu'er breathed a sigh of relief, and with a wave of their hands, the colorful glow suddenly disappeared.
In Wan'er's hands, there is still the same picture scroll.
She gently held the thin scroll in her hand.
It turns out that it was not Wanxiu and the two who disappeared in front of Bing Xinyue from the beginning, or at least not as Bing Xinyue saw, but Bing Xinyue disappeared and was included in the scroll.
What kind of treasure is this? It can forcibly contain a super strong person like Bing Xinyue at the snap of a finger, and it is so sharp.
"Finally, it's done." Wan'er said softly: "This woman... ugh."