"Okay!" Sima Jiantu laughed excitedly. He had been waiting for these two women beside Ling Tianyun for a long time! He didn't expect to succeed so easily today! He was naturally very excited.
"-You ``````"
Ling Qingyun's body was shaking with anger, but he had no choice but to watch his woman leave him.
"Uh ````````"
"ah--"
Ling Qingyun roared angrily, a blue light flashed in his hand, and a dark blue sword appeared in his hand.
"This traitor Ling Qingyun actually wants to resist arrest! Come on, I'll kill him immediately——"
Following Sima Jiantu's order, the two black-clothed warriors immediately jumped up, throwing out the sharp knives in their hands, and sword beams suddenly flew up wantonly.
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
Dust and sand flew everywhere, and everyone onlookers stepped aside in horror.
"drink--"
Ling Qingyun shouted loudly, and his body shot up instantly like a bullet, and stabbed one of the black-clothed warriors with his sword.
"bite--"
The swords collided, and a ball of sword light suddenly burst out from where they touched.
"Damn it, the opponent is a strong swordsman!"
As soon as the two of them fought, Ling Qingyun felt the opponent's strong strength. His jaw went numb and the sword in his hand was almost knocked out.
"hiss--"
A burst of sound pierced through the air came urgently```````
Another warrior in black swung his sword and struck Ling Qingyun in the back.
"Grass!"
Ling Qingyun couldn't help but uttered a curse word, and suddenly exerted force in his hand, knocking the big knife away, his body tumbling, and he fled away.
"Want to escape?"
A black-clothed warrior smiled coldly, jumped suddenly, tapped his toes seven times in the air, and rushed to the front of Ling Qingyun with a twist.
"hiss--"
The broadsword passed dangerously between Ling Qingyun's head, and a few strands of hair fell immediately.
Ling Qingyun luckily escaped the blow, but was accidentally hit hard on the chest by the warrior in black.
"boom--"
Like a parabola, Ling Qingyun fell weakly to the ground`````````
This powerful blow from the Sword Immortal was naturally not something to be taken lightly. Ling Qingyun vomited out a few mouthfuls of blood and was no longer able to get up.
"hiss--"
A sharp knife appeared out of thin air on Ling Qingyun's neck. A warrior in black leaned over and looked at him with disdain in his eyes.
That look was like looking at an ant```````
Under the Sword Immortal, all are ants````````
This is the eternal principle of this continent.
Going from Sword Saint to Sword Immortal is a big hurdle, and some people may not be able to cross it in their lifetime.
Because the journey from Sword Master to Sword Immortal depends not on simple accumulation of energy, but on the perception of the way of heaven```````
When a person's energy has accumulated to a certain level, he can be promoted to a sword master, but if he wants to be promoted to a sword master again, it will be difficult.
"snort--"
Ling Qingyun snorted arrogantly, and did not lower his head because of this. Instead, he raised his head even more arrogantly, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he stared coldly at the black-clothed warrior without retreating at all.
````
You do have some backbone ``````` Then let you die happily!
The black-clothed warrior muttered to himself expressionlessly, then raised his hand to kill Ling Tianyun.
"No -"
A shrill scream came, and a woman in green, carrying a long skirt, rushed to Ling Qingyun like crazy, protecting Ling Qingyun behind her with both hands.
"Yun'er, why are you here? Go away!" Ling Qingyun frowned and said coldly.
"No! I won't leave!"
Murong Yun'er replied with a firm look. Her petite body stood in front of Ling Qingyun without hesitation, letting the sharp sword point at her neck.
"Nonsense! Leave quickly!" Ling Qingyun is also a bloody man. How could he let a woman defend him from a knife? He immediately screamed.
"Woman ``````get out of the way!"
"Otherwise, die——"
The warrior in black said coldly with cold eyes.
"No! I don't want it! Yun, I want to die with you, please don't drive me away```````"
Murong Yun'er cried, hugging Ling Qingyun and pleading with her face filled with pear blossoms.
"Why?"
Ling Qingyun was a little touched```````It seems that he usually doesn't look for this woman, but she stood up when he was in the most critical moment````````And what about other people he usually loves``
``````
When he thought of this, Ling Qingyun couldn't help but feel sad.
"Because I love you`````"
Murong Yuner looked at Ling Qingyun very seriously and said firmly.
"Heh, love? Do you believe in love?" Ling Qingyun smiled, as wildly and uneasily as a prodigal son. He never believed there was love in this world. His mother told him since he was a child that there is no love in this world.
love`````````
The black-clothed warrior's eyes lit up, but the raised hand did not prick down for a long time. He just looked at it and listened quietly to what the two people said.
"Yun, do you know? At least once in a person's life, he completely forgets himself for another person. He doesn't ask for consequences, he doesn't ask for companionship, he doesn't ask for what he once had, and he doesn't even ask for you to love me. He just wants to be with me in the most beautiful years.
I can meet you. So, I may not believe in lovers or eternity, but I must believe in love````````''
"hiss--"
When Murong Yun'er finished her last sentence, a sharp knife suddenly penetrated her back, penetrated her, and penetrated Ling Qingyun's body.
It was another warrior in black. His sword mate was still unmoving, so he couldn't help but fly over and give him a touch up.
"Uh-"
Ling Qingyun's eyes were red, and he held Murong Yun'er tightly with both hands ````````
"Yun, I never had time to tell you that I `````` love you ````````"
After Murong Yun'er said the last few words, she closed her eyes forever.
Until her death, her demeanor was still gentle and there was always a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
Maybe, for her, being able to die in the arms of her beloved is also a kind of happiness.
