After this sword strike, all the grudges and grudges were wiped out.
Feng Liye closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the long sword with her five fingers.
Nan Qing was only ten steps away from him.
Not far, not close.
With her current physical condition, she would definitely not be able to withstand this sword blow.
However, the hatred of genocide cannot be ignored.
Nan Qing was the instigator behind it. The most important thing is that his father Feng Ji died at the hands of Nan Qing.
If we don't avenge the deep blood feud, we will be a son of man in vain.
"Okay, this sword, regardless of whether it can kill you or not, after this sword, the grudge between me, Feng Xuanguo, and your Southern Jin Dynasty will be wiped out."
As soon as he turned around, the sword slashed through the air.
The sword did not penetrate at all, but the sword energy was more powerful and terrifying than the sword itself.
In the wind, it seems that you can still hear a sharp and harsh sound, as if the air has been cut!
Nan Qing closed his eyes.
She won't survive.
This sword will definitely kill her.
But she didn't feel aggrieved at all, nor did she feel bitter. Instead, she felt a sense of relief and relief.
Man is mortal.
She has lived for so many years, that's enough.
The prince waited until the turmoil in Southern Jin Dynasty calmed down before taking action. He was already thinking about his relationship with Chu Qingge, so Nan Qing had nothing to complain about.
One sword cut through the hatred between the two countries. This sword was worth it.
There is only one regret in this life, and that is that she knew Xing'er was still alive, but she could not see her again before she died...
The sharp sound stopped abruptly as the sword energy penetrated the body.
Feng Liye suddenly opened his eyes and turned around. His face, which should not have looked like before the collapse of Mount Tai, instantly changed color!
Nan Qing also opened her eyes wide. Everything in front of her made her want to scream!
But she was old and her health was failing. Her voice was stuck in her throat and she couldn't scream out.
No! No!
It can't be like this! It can't be like this!
"Xing'er..."
"Master!" Feng Liye's hand shook, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.
He rushed over. This was the first time, the first time he was so frightened!
"Master, Master!" He helped Nan Xing up and looked down. There was a big bloody hole on Master's chest!
After being stunned for a while, Nan Qing suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Star! Star!
Mother wants to see you, but not in this way!
It’s not this kind of separation between life and death!
She should be the one who dies!
Nan Qing suddenly stiffened, his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Master..."
"Little Lizi..." Nan Xing wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood kept pouring out of his mouth.
Her voice became intermittent: "Xiao Lizi, Yi... Yan Jiuding... The grudges between me and you... Feng Xuanguo in the Southern Jin Dynasty... will be wiped out... from now on..."
She was very lucky that she had time to come back and block the sword for her mother.
He personally promised that the grievances between the two countries would be wiped out from now on!
From now on, we are no longer enemies.
"I promise, I promise! Master, I will take you to the doctor, and we will go find Qing'er!" Feng Liye hugged her and wanted to leave.
Nan Xing shook his head vigorously: "It's too late...it's too late."
She knew how badly she was injured.
Already, there is no help.
Nan Xing grabbed Feng Liye's sleeve with all her strength, and said with her last breath: "This matter... will always... become a secret, little Lizi... let's go, don't let Qing'er know..."
