The sound of the sword piercing the flesh and bones slowly came in the breeze.
Time seems to have stopped.
Everyone gasped, except Hua Fengmo and Luo Yunxi, who looked at Luo Qingyue and Jun Wuxie as if they were expecting a good show.
Blood seeped into the purple robe drop by drop, staining Jun Wuxie's chest.
Like an enchanting open blood lotus, extremely charming, but also
The body of the Moon-Eating Sword contained a huge amount of spiritual energy, and it was inevitable that this sword would pierce into his body. In addition, Jun Wuxie had not avoided it at all before, so he was seriously injured.
Yun Feng was completely shocked by the scene in front of him. Emperor Zun was poisoned by cold. If he was seriously injured and Hua Fengmo was here, he would definitely not let Emperor Zun leave. What if?
Isn't this just putting Emperor Zun's life in Hua Fengmo's hands in vain?
It's not like Luo Qingyue didn't know about this. How could she hurt Emperor Zun like this for Luo Longyu?
"hehe
The corner of his lips twitched slightly, revealing a pale smile, "This moon-eating sword
My heart suddenly tightened, and the unspoken words were hidden in my heart.
The blood also flows out quickly and inexhaustibly.
Jun Wuxie's face changed slightly and she leaned forward slightly.
"Jun Wuxie, you owe my brother this sword." Luo Qingyue curled her lips coldly and smiled.
With a clear smile and a bloodthirsty and cold expression, at this moment, she was like the incarnation of the cold god. Every word and every action she took was no longer the Luo Qingyue she had been before.
"So you want to kill me?" Jun Wuxie's purple eyes dimmed instantly, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
Luo Qingyue didn't say anything, but just looked at Jun Wuxie, as if she wanted to find a look on this impeccable face that could make her hate him enough to kill him.
But no, nothing was found.
"Qingyue, you
"Don't call me Qingyue!" Luo Qingyue shouted sharply.
Jun Wuxie clenched his fists. He might have lost too much blood, his face was a little pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead from unknown time.
Anyone who looked at all this knew that the powerful Jun Wuxie was seriously injured.
"Luo... Qing... Yue... have you ever loved me?" His bloodless lips opened slightly and spit out the name that hurt him the most.[
Luo Qingyue
Even though the pain was so deep into his bones, he still said it.
Just because it's better to be able to call out this name than never to be able to call it out again.
"Jun Wuxie, it's not that I don't love you...it's that you no longer give me hope..." The light tone, as cool as the breeze, disappeared bit by bit in the mountains, disappearing into nothingness.
Luo Qingyue held the Moon-Eating Sword, and when she saw the blood on Jun Wuxie's chest, her heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and it would break with just a little strength.
But when she thought of her brother's life, she gritted her teeth and buried the heartache, hoping that this feeling would disappear forever... forever.
Jun Wuxie closed his eyes slightly, covering up a pool of slight pain. His face was as pale as snow, which showed his physical condition at the moment, but he didn't care!
What he cares about is the sentence 'It's not that I don't love you...it's that you no longer give me hope...'.