"Sir!" Meng Zheng knelt down on one knee with a long knife in his hand, blood flowing from his gritted lips.
Seeing the situation in front of him, he also understood that in today's battle, Huangfu Qingjue would not be able to escape, but Ling Chuxi would definitely perish in the endless void if he refused to leave.
"Let's go!" Ling Chuxi glanced back at Meng Zheng and Wei Wuming, and shouted in a clear voice that could not be argued with.
Then, he turned his head and glanced at Huangfu Qingjue with a faint smile, then held the Luochen Sword and stared coldly at the Ya Xue Liao.
Looking at Ling Chuxi's resolute back, Wei Wuming bit his lip tightly, his eyes flashing with light.
Scenes of long-dusted past events emerged before our eyes, fire, blood, sword light, sword shadow, screams, cries... Wei Wuming's childish face was extremely distorted by pain, endless sadness, endless pain,
Endless hatred and endless murderous intentions gradually surfaced...
"Let's go, do you think they can escape? If you dare to go against me, the Yaxuelu, all of you will die, hahahaha!" The Yaxuelu laughed wildly, and the long black arrow in his hand was placed on the bowstring.
Meng Zheng's vision had long been blurred by tears, and his face was a bit sad and desperate.
For the first time in his life, Meng Zheng felt such despair. Even if he narrowly escaped death in order to refine his body, he had never felt such despair. Even if he was defeated by Ling Chuxi and lost an arm, he was regarded as a useless person and deprived of his young master.
In this position, he had never felt such despair. But at this moment, seeing Ling Chuxi's utter back, for the first time in his life, Meng Zheng was heartbroken and felt endless heartache.
"Kill, kill, kill!" In the midst of the unbridled laughter of the Yexue Liao, Wei Wuming's hysterical roar suddenly sounded.
The sword light, which was chaotic but filled with murderous intent, slashed towards the sword formation of the four masters of the Supreme Realm.
Cold silver light and sharp golden light shone at the same time, like ripples on water. Under the huge force of the shock, Wei Wuming was hit hard in the chest by a giant hammer, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
But his legs seemed to be nailed in place, and he didn't take a step back.
"Death, die, die, die!" Wei Wuming roared repeatedly, blood flowed from his mouth, nose, and ears, and his eyes were filled with blood and tears.
"Xiaochen, let's go, let's go!" In my ears, I seemed to remember the anxious and sad voice in the nightmare again, and in front of my eyes, I seemed to see the eyes full of reluctance and love again. Wei Wuming's expression was so...
pain.
Seeing the painful look on his face, even Ling Chuxi felt extremely painful.
Meng Zheng wiped his eyes and looked at Wei Wuming blankly, his eyes showing rare deep sympathy. Yes, he didn't know what Wei Wuming had experienced, but there was a weak side hidden deep in his heart.
Still deeply touched.
Yaxuelu was also shocked. Such heart-wrenching sadness made him feel a little bit of inexplicable sadness. No one is born to do evil. He also had relatives, friends, and the first person in his life.
The beautiful figure that moved his heart. Although many years later, he thought that many people and things had disappeared from his mind, but at this moment, he once again felt the pain of losing a loved one, and the pain of seeing the corpse of his beloved woman lying in front of him.
kind of despair.
And the crazy killing intent, as well as the rising power of heaven even though Wei Wuming was seriously injured, made his heart palpitate even more.