After running to a certain height, Jun Wuxie struck a sword at Ming Yan with his backhand. Ming Yan dodged it neatly and used his five fingers to form claws to grab him.
Jun Wuxie tightened her grip on Huanshi Qingxin and made a decision in her heart. Now is the time—
Ming Yan is a very deep man, clever and cunning. If they delay for a while, he will definitely find something wrong, and then their plan will become more difficult.
His arms suddenly shook, and his body stopped in mid-air without moving forward. Ming Yan thought that Jun Wuxie would hide, but unexpectedly, he didn't move. He was surprised and full of hatred. If Jun Wuxie hadn't been there, he would have been there.
Just kill those people on the edge of Tianyuan.
In the blink of an eye, Jun Wuxie's mysterious energy was flying all over his body, and huge power was surging rapidly.
"Have you finally fought back? Go to hell!" Jun Wuxie was gathering strength and falling in love with the fantasy world, but Ming Yan thought he was fighting back...
A chess game, one wrong move, one wrong move after another.
Underestimating the enemy is the most taboo thing in a confrontation.
Jun Wuxie opened his eyes and watched helplessly as Ming Yan's palm came toward him. If he hid at this moment, everything would be in vain. Perhaps, dying together was the only choice he could make...
If you bear the palm of Nether Nightmare, it is also the time when you are closest to him. This is the best time to make a move.
A force as strong as sea water hit his chest violently. At that moment, Jun Wuxie almost heard the sound of bones breaking.
Jun Wuxie didn't have time to think too much, she held the Huan Shi Qing Xin in her left hand and clasped it toward Ming Yan——
But where to get in?
Luo Qingyue's singing came to mind, and what she meant...
Making a decision between breaths, he exerted force with his hand. Almost when Ming Yan was about to withdraw his hand and leave the range of his arms, he used all his strength to immerse himself in the fantasy world and stabbed Ming Yan directly between his eyebrows——
"Ah - how could it be!" With a roar, and with earth-shaking power, Jun Wuxie was hit hard against the wall of Tianyuan. He spit out a mouthful of blood, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his fingertips turned white.
, the hand holding the Setting Sun Sword was shaking.
"Huan, world, love, heart," Ming Yan gritted his teeth and yelled out four words. His eyes seemed to be stained with blood, smeared with red light, as if they had been quenched with poison, "Jun Wuxie, if there is a chance,
, I will definitely not let you go."
"You won't have another chance..." Jun Wuxie finished his sentence weakly, his hands were shaking very badly, and he closed his eyes slightly.
Throw the Setting Sun Sword upwards -
Accompanied by a violent explosion, black light filled the air, and red light snaked around. He watched with his own eyes as the nightmare disappeared in ashes.
Ming Yan died, Huan Shi Qing was heartbroken.
His body could no longer hold up and fell downwards. His eyes suddenly closed. What flashed in his mind was Luo Qingyue's smiling face, "Qingyue, farewell...if there is an afterlife."
, see you later..."
Everyone on Tianyuan saw the explosion and Jun Wuxie's Setting Sun Sword, and they suddenly seemed to understand something.
"Wu Xie!" Luo Qingyue's whole body fell to the ground in an instant, her legs kneeling on the edge of the abyss. She was trembling all over. She wanted to reach out and touch the Setting Sun Sword in front of her, but found that everything was beyond her power.
Her lips were trembling. At this moment, it seemed like the sky had fallen to her.