"Master, what's wrong..." Sensing the strangeness in Ling Mo's tone, Yun Ziyue looked at him blankly.
Ling Mo stared at Yun Ziyue carefully, took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "Nothing."
Standing up straight, Ling Mo stretched out his arms to protect Yun Ziyue behind him. Facing Xing Yan's uncertain eyes, he said coldly: "Aren't you going to get out now? Or do you really want to die here?
Just give up."
"What did you do to her?" Xing Yan asked in a cold voice.
Ling Mo smiled silently, and looked at Yun Ziyue with his tall body across Xing Yan, "I didn't do anything. This situation is destined by God."
"Hahaha..." Xing Yan laughed a little crazily, "You so-called decent people from famous families have a lot of dirty tricks secretly. Do you think I will believe it?"
"Master, what are you talking about?" Yun Ziyue became increasingly confused about the conversation between them. She couldn't help but poked her little head out and looked at the two of them in confusion.
Ling Mo immediately stopped talking, gently rubbed her hair with his palms, and said lovingly: "Ziyue, please step back, and I will explain it clearly to you after Master has killed this devil."
"Oh..." Yun Ziyue nodded slowly, and while retreating, she subconsciously glanced at Xing Yan, but unexpectedly she met his eyes.
At that moment, Yun Ziyue felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. The eyes under the mask had always been cold and sharp, and a single glance was filled with awe-inspiring murderous intent.
But when they looked at each other just now, she obviously felt that the emotions in those eyes were too complicated, and there was even a depth that covered up the violence in his eyes.
Such unfamiliar eyes made Yun Ziyue stunned for a moment, and also ignited a glimmer of hope in Xing Yan's heart.
But when Yun Ziyue retreated without hesitation, leaving the battlefield and all his trust to Ling Mo, and letting Ling Mo deal with him, the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was extinguished.
Xing Yan lowered his eyes sadly, and the corners of his lips tensed up in discomfort.
At the same time, the violence in his heart was completely ignited.
Xing Yan directly drew his sword, and the top-grade spiritual sword and Ling Mo's top-grade spiritual sword fought together, bursts of dazzling sword light erupted, like lightning and thunder in the dark heavy rain, and the power was frightening.
The two of them made fierce moves, refused to give in to each other, looked at each other coldly, and were full of resentment towards each other.
The fight between the two became more and more serious, and Yun Ziyue had to retreat further and further away. Finally, she stood under a thousand-year-old tree and looked at the two figures fighting in the sky in front of her like a battle between heaven and man.
She clenched her hands and bit her lower lip with her teeth, her eyes burning with infinite worry.
The sound of swords and explosions pierced the night and the sky.
Perhaps this blow was too strong, and the entire Furi Peak had the illusion that the ground was shaking. A bell suddenly sounded in the distance, and Yun Ziyue realized that it was someone on Lingyun Peak giving a warning.
It seems that the movement here has spread to the entire Lingyun Sect. Now there is no need for her to send a signal, and the rest of the sect will come quickly.
Thinking of Lingyun Sect's powerful backing, Yun Ziyue let out a long sigh of relief. Although she didn't know why Xing Yan suddenly found trouble with Furi Peak, he was probably in the wrong place this time.
But before Yun Ziyue could be happy, Ling Mo suddenly set up a barrier on the entire Furi Peak during the fight, blocking anyone else from entering.
"Master?" Yun Ziyue shouted in confusion. Ling Mo glanced at her from above and explained quietly: "This battle is a duel between me and Xing Yan. No one else needs to intervene."
"..." Yun Ziyue frowned, what happened? Why did the master suddenly have such hatred between him and Xing Yan?
Also, the "she" mentioned twice by Xing Yan, is he referring to himself?
What is the situation? Could it be that he provoked Xing Yan by seeking death again, which led him to find Furi Peak?
If this is the case, wouldn't Master be standing up for himself?
Thinking of this, Yun Ziyue felt a little guilty.
At the same time, the fierce fighting in front of her seemed to suddenly calm down. Yun Ziyue quickly looked over and saw that Xing Yan and his master stabbed each other on each other's shoulders, and now the two of them fell from mid-air back to the ground.
"Master..." Yun Ziyue exclaimed and ran towards Lingmo regardless.
Ling Mo frowned, but did not stop her.
Yun Ziyue ran to Ling Mo and saw the wound on his shoulder, which was so deep that it could be seen to the bone, and the blood was flowing out, which stung her eyes.
"It's all my fault, it's all because of me that Master was injured." Yun Xinyue raised her hand and covered Ling Mo's wound tremblingly, but blood quickly flowed through her fingers, stopping the flow.
Can't stop either.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Yun Xianyue felt distressed and blamed herself, and her tears couldn't stop falling.
Ling Mo looked at her, sighed quietly, patted her back lightly, and said hoarsely: "I don't blame you, it's my teacher's fault. I didn't teach you well."
Ling Mo's words made Yun Ziyue even more convinced that all the troubles were caused by her, and her tears instantly flowed more quickly.
Seeing the deep love between master and disciple, Xing Yan raised his sword and pointed it between Ling Mo's eyebrows, gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say this is a duel between the two of us? We haven't even fought to the death yet."
Hearing this, Ling Mo immediately looked stern. Before he had time to express his position, Yun Xianyue suddenly turned his head and complained loudly to Xing Yan who was not far away: "Xing Yan, how did I provoke you? Can't I admit my mistake?"
"Admit your mistake?" Xing Yan chuckled, looking at her face that was crying because of Ling Mo, and said cruelly: "It's too late to admit your mistake now."
"Okay, since I'm the one who caused the trouble, I should face it myself." With that said, Yun Ziyue snatched Ling Mo's sword from his hand and rushed towards Xing Yan.
"Zi Yue, come back!" Ling Mo was frightened and turned around to rush forward, but was struck back by Xing Yan's palm.
"Since she said she would face it in person, why don't you see what she will do?"
"..." Ling Mo glanced at Xing Yan with a complicated expression, but stopped in his tracks.
Yun Yiyue attacked with her sword, but Xing Yan did not raise his sword, but just stepped away from her and said jokingly: "What, you want to kill me?"
"So what." Yun Ziyue said coldly.
"..." Xing Yan looked at the coldness in her eyes, and suddenly his body stopped moving. He stood stiffly on the spot and said to her: "Come on, as long as you..."
Before Xing Yan could finish his words, the long sword in Yun Ziyue's hand pierced his heart, causing a dull pain in his heart. Xing Yan looked at her in disbelief.
For a while, Xing Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, but in the end he didn't say a word.
He just looked at Yun Ziyue with a wry smile, stretched out her slender fingers, and slowly took off the mask on his face.
Yun Yanyue stared at his movements in a daze, and suddenly her brain felt stinging. Before she could see Xing Yan take off the mask completely, her vision went dark and she passed out.
