There was a tight feeling in his throat, like an evil giant hand, tightly strangling his soul.
Suo Wenming used all his strength in his hands and raised the Red Dragon Sword high, intending to make the final blow that would kill the enemy.
Unexpectedly, all this was a little late. The moment the eight evil strings wrapped around his throat, his whole body was completely out of control.
Just as he raised the Red Dragon Sword in his hand, a powerful force came unexpectedly like lightning. In an instant, it had grabbed the hilt of the sword in his hand. With his palm empty, the Ancient Red Dragon Sword had been snatched away out of thin air.
At the same time, a crisp string sound sounded in Suo Wenming's ear...[
The sound of this string was so clear and transparent that when it rang in his ears, it penetrated to the bone marrow, as if it made his soul resonate with it...
Then, his own eyes rolled down from a high place like a ball to the ground. He saw his own body, a mutilated body...
"They...actually cooperated so well and seamlessly..."
The last thought slowly slipped through my mind, and the light blue eyes that stayed at my feet finally closed slowly...
As Suo Wenming's body, whose head had fallen off, crashed to the ground, a deathly silence returned to the dark underground palace again.
Ao Junxie covered his chest that was scratched by the sword, walked to the body of the great elder in front of the Bright Temple, bent down, and held the hilt of the red dragon sword in Suo Wenming's hand. He couldn't loosen it even after lifting it.
It wasn't until he pulled hard that he took his own sword back into his hand.
Even though they have already died, the greed of the people in the Temple of Light is still so strong!
"Master! How are you doing?!"
Ao Junxie rushed towards Ming Qianhe who was lying on the ground. When he, Ao Junxie and Qing Kuang attacked Suo Wenming from a flank just now, he was injured by the strong and domineering internal force of the Red Dragon Ancient Sword at a very close distance.
Several important meridians in his body had been severed by spiritual power. For a moment, he was paralyzed to the ground and could no longer get up.
Ao Junxie helped Ming Qianhe up, but Ming Qianhe just shook his head and waved his hands, indicating that he didn't need to worry about him.
Instead, he looked sadly at the man in purple lying in a pool of blood next to Suo Wenming's body.
Qing Kuang gently stroked away the remaining neck blood of the Great Elder of the Guangming Temple on the strings, and slowly put away the Xianmo Guqin.
Looking at the man covered in blood on the ground, he walked over with heavy steps. He knelt down and gently helped him up.
"Teacher Mu Liufeng..."
Qingkuang looked at the teacher whose face was covered with blood in his arms, feeling sad from the bottom of his heart.
At the beginning, I was so choked up that I couldn't speak.
Now, the originally masculine and handsome face is covered with countless bloodstains scratched by the fragments of his long sword. The pair of amber eyes are no longer visible at this moment, replaced by hollow holes with blood and flesh.[
This situation made both Qingkuang and Aojunxie feel sad and silent.
Mu Liufeng opened his mouth, stretched out a palm with great effort, and stretched it into the air. He still had no strength to say a word. As soon as Qing Kuang's hand was held, it was already hanging down weakly, and his body gradually
get cooler.
Seeing Mu Liufeng who had died heroically in his arms, and Ming Qianhe who was dying on the ground, Qing Kuang and Ao Junxie looked at each other with indescribable sadness.
In the end, they obtained the most critical secret of the temple, but the price they paid was enough to make them unforgettable for the rest of their lives.