The sun shines down, shining on the earth. On Wu Zheng's side, the four people are rushing towards the bloodstains. They know that even if Xiaohua dies, he is destined to die. And now, the only thing they can rely on is
This dagger, I only hope that this dagger can change my destiny against the will of heaven.
On Xiaohua's side, the man still had a smile on his face and said proudly: "How about it, do you solve it yourself or should I help you?"
The woman ignored her and just looked at Xiao Hua tenderly, took her into her arms and stroked her cheek. But at this moment, tears fell sparsely and fell on Xiao Hua's face.
The man was obviously a little impatient. He curled his lips and said, "Everyone is dead. It's useless no matter how much you say. Let me give you a ride and become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks." After that, another mandarin duck was in the man's hand.
The group of lights lights up.
He glanced at the woman with disdain for the last time, but just when he was about to let go of the light, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.
"How is this possible?" He forced himself to calm down and swallowed hard.
Just now, he clearly saw that the spiritual power in the body of the woman who was already seriously injured in front of him was growing crazily for some unknown reason. He was not sure, so he no longer held back his hand, and the light in his hand suddenly
Just threw it out.
However, when the light was about to touch the woman, it was instantly annihilated by the fluctuation of spiritual power around her body.
Now the man couldn't calm down even more, and he began to worry faintly in his heart. So he began to accumulate spiritual power, and then slowly gathered it in his hands. Then, after the spiritual power gathered in his hands, he closed his hands again
Together, the light flashed again for an instant.
On the woman's side, the aura was also increasing. Unknowingly, the huge barrier between the realm of transformation and the realm of immortality had been shattered into countless fragments.
At this moment, the man's attack was also thrown out. It was a huge ball of light, almost dazzling the brilliance of the sun, and it crushed directly in the direction of the woman.
This was the man's last resort. At this time, the spiritual power in his body had been drained away. He collapsed to the ground weakly, but his eyes were fixed on the huge ball of light that was more than ten feet in size. He was confident
, this blow can definitely kill the woman.
Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw a sharp sword light rising into the sky from the woman's side, hundreds of feet into the sky. Immediately afterwards, the ball of light was like snow meeting scalding boiling water.
melt, decompose.
"How is this possible?" The man's eyes widened and he stared at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
There was no expression on the woman's face, and the tears on her face had long dried up. When the light dissipated, she was seen standing in front of Xiaohua, holding a long sword, and there was a faint dragon-shaped aura entrenched on the sword.
When the man saw this, he was stunned for a moment, then looked at the sky and smiled bitterly: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that this sword would come out again. I didn't lose unjustly, not unjustly!" As soon as he finished speaking, his body gradually broke into pieces.
It became a little bit of light. There was no need for the woman to do anything, the light just drifted away with the wind.
For a moment, the place became quiet, and the wind blew gently, blowing the woman's hair away. At that moment, she turned around and looked at the little flower dreamily. The previous scenes suddenly appeared in her mind.
emerged. The woman pursed her lips, remembering all the past experiences between her and Xiaohua.
She seemed to still remember that they met very early. At that time, Xiaohua was still a hairy boy, not tall and very thin. But even such a boy who had not grown all his hair always loved to imitate adults.
He pretended to be a prostitute and went to a brothel to flirt with women.
At that time, he remembered Xiaohua's favorite saying: "He will come back tomorrow." Every time she heard this sentence, she would always smile and not answer.
And Xiaohua also kept her promise and would come here secretly every time. As a result, such a boy became a frequent visitor in the building. Later, there were no girls to wait on him at all, and they all regarded him as a younger brother.
Gradually, Xiao Hua grew up and became a handsome young man. However, the woman glanced at Xiao Hua and closed her eyes again. She originally thought that she could not feel sad for anyone, but at this moment she suddenly discovered that,
She was wrong, and it was a big mistake. At some point, Xiao Hua's figure seemed to have entered her heart, which could no longer be erased and was unforgettable.
Suddenly, there seemed to be movement in the distance. The woman glanced at the past with vigilance. She wanted to kill someone at this moment. However, the people who came were the four of Wu Zheng, and the leader was Wu Zheng.
Wu Zheng was not running slowly this time, and seemed to be very motivated. When he saw Xiaohua lying on the ground without any movement, he suddenly shouted, "Great, Xiaohua is dead." After that,
As if celebrating the New Year, he rushed forward with a smile on his face.
Mo Qing was actually forced. He was really helpless. The dignified second prince actually played with such a bunch of fools.
The bearded man was also very happy. He grinned widely and looked no less aggressive than Wu Zheng.
As for Luochen, he had always been cold and cold, and he had no extra expression at this time. He still had a cold face, but his speed was not slow.
This scene happened so suddenly that the woman's original sad mood suddenly disappeared. She was stunned and froze in place, unable to say a word for a long time. She didn't understand why there were so many dead flowers.
People are happy. Is it possible that Xiaohua was a bad boy from Northern Liang?
Wu Zheng hurriedly ran to Xiaohua, and then used his fingers to check Xiaohua's breathing, but there was nothing. In order to prevent mistakes, Wu Zheng imitated the old doctor who delivered babies and took Xiaohua's pulse. After being silent for a long time, Wu Zheng's face
I was even more happy when I heard him yelling: "He is really dead, come and see, he has just died, it is fresh."
The woman showed a strange expression and looked at the other three people.
The bearded man couldn't bear the itching of his hands, so he stepped forward to take a look. After confirming that Xiaohua was really dead, a happy smile finally appeared on his face.
Helpless, the woman looked at Mo Qing again. Mo Qing's expression at the moment was pretty normal, except for a little bit, like the onlookers, who were pulling their necks and looking around.
Well, the woman had no choice but to look at Luochen, with a fierce glint in her eyes. The implication was that you must give a reasonable explanation today.
Luochen had no expression on his face as he stretched out his hand and took out the dagger. When the woman saw this, she immediately understood. Naturally, she knew the efficacy of the dagger, otherwise she wouldn't have snatched it.
In fact, this dagger does not have any strange abilities. It just stores a huge life force inside. As long as it is pierced into the human body, it can be released through the stimulation of spiritual power. And the so-called death does not actually have a specific boundary. In
In most people's opinion, as long as a person's heartbeat and breathing stop, it can almost be judged as death.
But in fact, most of these dead people are not dead yet. In other words, they are not dead yet, but have just lost their vitality. At this time, as long as the corpses are kept intact and vitality is injected into them, most of them can be saved.
of.
Seeing the dagger, the woman also showed joy. She knew that there was still a glimmer of hope. As long as there was one, she must try.
However, Wu Zheng suddenly ran up to Luochen and said sincerely: "Leave it to me this time." After saying that, he stretched out his palm and asked Luochen for the dagger.
Others don't know that Wu Zheng has actually been cut by Xiaohua more than once, and blood has been drained countless times. That's why Wu Zheng made such a request. He really wanted to, really wanted to stab Xiaohua. Even so.
Xiaohua was already dead at this time, so he had to seize this opportunity.
Mo Qing collapsed at this time. What's going on? Why does he feel like he can't play with these people anymore?
However, before Luochen could say anything, the woman suddenly took action, snatched the dagger away, and squatted down next to Xiaohua's body.
At this moment, Luochen turned around silently. He seemed to have expected that his dagger would be taken away. He was not angry, he just sighed lightly and said nothing.
Mo Qing also had a premonition that a bloody scene would occur. He closed his eyes tightly, but secretly left a small gap.
As for Big Beard and Wu Zheng, one is full of expectations and the other is full of disappointment.
Finally, the dagger in the woman's hand moved. In just a split second, the dagger stabbed into Xiaohua's chest.
Hearing just a "puff" sound, he was completely submerged.
At this moment, everyone's expressions were extremely weird. Except for Luochen, who turned his back, everyone's expressions were worth pondering. For example, Mo Qing was dumbfounded, his eyes were wide open, and he forgot to close his eyes.
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The bearded man nodded happily, looking quite approving.
As for Wu Zheng, he kept moving his hands, imitating Hua Sao's movements, and kept inserting knives.
The woman looked at the dagger that had sunk into Xiaohua's chest, waited for a while, and then suddenly pulled it out. What followed was a spurt of blood that couldn't stop flowing out.
When the woman saw this, she became panicked. She had never used this dagger before, so she knew this would happen, so she hurriedly stabbed it in again.
At this time, Xiao Hua received the nourishment of vitality and suddenly opened his eyes. He felt as if he had had a long, long dream, but he couldn't remember what he had dreamed about. He only felt dizzy.
Heavy and slightly painful.
Just at this moment, he suddenly became confused, and an all-too-familiar figure appeared in front of him. Just when he was about to say something, he saw his wife holding a dagger in her hand, and she suddenly hit him on the chest.