The voice of Netherworld Splitting the Sky was cold and cold.
"No!! Yi'er--!!"
Duan Zuocheng's canthus was about to burst, there was a loud noise, and the light shone brightly!
The air waves rolled and the sky was scorching hot.
The air is burning, like a deep abyss.
…
Finally, the light dissipated.
Looking at the middle scene, everyone's pupils shrank!
In the halo, a person stood in front of Wu Yi.
The golden armor peeled off, shattered, and eventually turned into ashes.
There was a bloody hole in his chest.
"cough……"
Sheng Haomiao spit out a large mouthful of blood, and blood continued to overflow from his ears, nose, and corners of his mouth...
"No! Miao'er--!"
With a mournful cry, Wu Qing almost rolled up and rushed up.
Youming Splitian frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with the people who suddenly rushed out to disturb his 'good deeds'.
Nether Split Sky tightened his palms and pinched Sheng Haomiao's neck!
Bloody pupils.
"How dare you obstruct me?"
Sheng Haomiao's body was easily lifted up, and he held Netherworld Split Sky's arm with his hand, but it was like a fly shaking a tree or a mantis blocking a car, to no avail.
Sheng Haomiao was no longer conscious, but she subconsciously responded to his voice.
"Go...die!"
"Hahaha! There are countless people in this world who want me to die, but not everyone is incapable of doing so!"
His fingers suddenly tightened. At this moment, Sheng Haomiao was out of breath and panting less, and his whole body was twitching.
Blood fell along his body and formed a small puddle on the ground below.
To Netherworld Split Sky, these people are as weak as ants and not worth mentioning.
However, he will not show mercy to the ants who waste his time.
"Die!"
The bloody blade shot out, directly between his eyebrows!
At that moment, death was so close.
Sheng Haomiao's pupils shrank sharply, revealing a murderous face in the depths, evil and sinister, like a ghost.
Time seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems to be only a second.
When he regained consciousness, he only felt a pain on his cheek, and there was a vague hot and moist liquid sliding down.
"Bang!" The bloody blade pierced the ground behind him, piercing a deep hole.
What's going on?
How could the shot miss at such a distance?
Nether Split Sky's expression was a little strange at this moment. When he took action just now, he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his mind.
The pain was unexpected for a moment, so he stabbed it in the wrong direction.
He frowned, but didn't think much about it.
"You are lucky. It's just that this time, I won't stab you in the wrong direction..."
Sheng Haomiao only felt that the sound was getting farther and farther away from him, and his vision became blurry.
But he also knew that his life was short.
Countless images suddenly flashed through Sheng Haomiao's mind. In this life, from childishness, to childhood, to youth...
His classmates, uncles, partners, and...
In the trance, there were three figures, him, Wu Yi, and...
"A Yan..."
"brush!"
Sheng Haomiao watched helplessly as the fatal blow headed towards his eyebrows, and everyone's hearts tightened and almost stopped!
"puff!"
The sound that penetrated the flesh came clearly.
However, there was no pain.
"That's...?!"
Everyone was startled when they looked at the figure that suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
Smoke filled the air, and from the horizon, orange light fell on the earth.
That man was dressed in simple white clothes and his body was so slender that it seemed like it would break if it was folded lightly.
Her black hair spreads down her back, and the light and shadow elongate her figure, making her shadowy and shadowy.
The light and shadow fell on her back, giving off a little bit of brilliance.
From her slender white fingers, drops of bright red blood overflowed and hit her muddy shoes.
Nether Split Sky looked at the woman who suddenly appeared, and suddenly smiled.
"Oh, you are finally willing to show up."
"Xiao Wei'er!!"
"City Lord!"
"Xuewei!"
Looking at Ling Xuewei, Di Jian and everyone else were shocked!
Especially Di Jian!
Shouldn't she be recuperating in the sect? How could she appear here?
How could she come here with all her injuries?
Ling Xuewei stood in front of Sheng Haomiao, holding the bloody blade with her bare hands. The sharp tip pierced her palm, and the blood slid down her white fingers, which was extremely dazzling.
Sheng Haomiao returned to consciousness and saw the woman's erect figure.
The slender figure seems to be able to hold up everything.
At this moment, he also understood that he was saved by her.
There was a hint of complexity in his heart, and he was resentful towards Ling Xuewei.
If it weren't for her, A Yan wouldn't...
…
The fight was fierce and I don't know when it stopped.
All the ghost troops seemed to have received some kind of order and stopped attacking. The independent troops also stood behind her to confront her.
"Ahem, I won't thank you..."
Sheng Haomiao spit out a mouthful of blood and stared at her coldly.
"I will never forgive you for A Yan's death."
"You have no idea what the situation was at that time..." Di Jian said anxiously, but was coldly interrupted by him, "So?"
The cold gaze made him suffocate and speechless.
From the beginning to the end, Ling Xuewei kept her back to everyone and said not a word.
"Ajian, take him away."
This was the first thing Ling Xuewei said after she appeared.
Her voice was a little hoarse, and it was even difficult to speak, but at this moment, no one thought much about it.
Only Gu Yunqing frowned and looked at her.
"Want to leave? Have you asked me for my opinion?"
Netherworld Split Sky seemed to have everything in mind, and his tone was a little lazy.
But if you look carefully, you can see the danger and coldness in his bloody eyes.
This time, he did not hesitate to waste hundreds of thousands of troops, just for this woman.
After paying such a high price, if he still can't win over her, he can also lose his title as the Dark Emperor.
"What do you want?"
Ling Xuewei's voice was cold and her face was expressionless.
"puff."
The blood blade was pulled out, and blood suddenly spurted out like a water column.
The arm dropped, and blood dripped to the ground, bright red and glaring.
"Xiao Wei'er, your hands..."
"What do you want me to do? Ha."
Nether Split Sky suddenly laughed, took a step forward, and suddenly stretched out his hand to clamp Ling Xuewei's chin, "Follow me, don't resist, or I will immediately crush your independent city. Kill everyone, leaving no one behind!"
The cold and eerie voice echoed through the air, making people jump.
"Don't even think about it!"
Before Ling Xuewei could speak, the Independence Army soldiers behind refused to agree.
"If you want to take away the city lord, just step over our corpses!"
Di Jian's eyes were like cold knives. Although he did not speak, his whole body was tense. It seemed that if the other party dared to make a move, he would rush over immediately.
Netherworld Split Sky remained unmoved, only staring at the person in front of him.
For some reason, he always felt like something was wrong.
Nether Sky-Splitting Blood Eyes stared closely at Ling Xuewei. Suddenly, something seemed to come to his mind, "Have you lost your cultivation?"
One sentence made everyone's expressions change.
At this time, they finally discovered that they could not sense any spiritual energy from Ling Xuewei!
What's going on?!
"Hahaha! Your cultivation has completely declined, so that's how it is..." Youming Split Sky suddenly laughed, "Woman, you are just a useless person now! You were no match for me when you were in your prime, let alone now?"