Chapter 650: Growth and transformation in the bloody battle eight
Growing and transforming in bloody battles (8)
When Wen Renjue arrived, he saw that Jiu'er was facing one more opponent. He immediately panicked and became more aggressive. He only attacked but did not defend. However, there were too many people around him. Although his offensive was sharp,
, but still hurt.
Jiu'er has never killed anyone, but she has never been afraid of death, whether it was herself or others.
She didn't want other people's lives to disappear in her hands, but that didn't mean she was afraid. In fact, since she was a child, she knew she might die early. From that time on, her family members consciously or unconsciously told
Her death is really not a big deal.
Not to mention, she can see dead souls with her own eyes. Death is never an end, but a new beginning.
She just doesn't want those people to die in her hands or be stained with blood. However, she is never afraid. This is because there has never been a situation that requires her to kill people.
However, when she saw Wen Renjue being injured, she felt a string in her heart break.
That was the bottom line in her heart, an untouchable scale.
At that moment, she felt a loud buzzing in her head, and her eyes were filled with blood. She knew that Wenren was definitely not dead, but he was injured. His body was bleeding.
Jiu'er screamed fiercely, a short, sharp "Ah!"
The sword in her hand suddenly stopped and stopped on her chest. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, then opened them.
"Jiu'er." A heart-breaking scream came from his ears. Jiu'er didn't need to look to know that it was Wen Renjue.
And what she could see clearly was why Wen Renjue was screaming, because of the two long swords that were in front of her.
Wen Renjue was rushing towards her, regardless of all attacks, and suffered two injuries on her body.
Jiu'er chuckled at Wen Renjue, slowly opened his mouth and said to him, "Don't worry."
Wen Renjue suddenly stopped and looked at Jiu'er's flower-like smile, but it was a poppy, unparalleled in beauty, and also unparalleled in poison.
Someone fell down, and blood sprayed into the sky. The blood slowly slid down the sword, dripped, and disappeared into the rocks.