"Yang Yuxi, look at this little brother of yours. You are this pitiful and weak brother. If you don't wake up and take a look at him, I will kill him."
When no one responded, An Xun suddenly shouted angrily: "Yang Yuxi!"
He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. With this shake, a large wave of blood came out, and many blood worms as big as little fingers came out.
Many blood Gu crawled out of those dark Gu holes in confusion, seemingly sensing that their hosts were dead...
An Xun stared at the Gu worms crawling out of her body, and suddenly burst out with a burst of black spiritual power, blasting all the blood Gu worms away!
"Ah...!!" He suddenly screamed!
The whole body seemed to be enveloped by a cold, gloomy murderous aura, and layers of black spiritual power emerged from the surface of the body. It must have been that the spiritual power was restored under the extreme anger.
An Xun pulled out the magic brush from his waist and inserted it into the apex of his heart. His eyes were filled with pleasure and cruelty. The brush was pulled away from his chest, immediately bringing up a string of blood beads.
Yun Lingyuan's eyes widened at the sight. Yun Lingyuan had seen the power of the divine and demon writing brush in Yang Yuxi's memory. With a single swipe, the monster came out and killed two people in the Void Refining Stage with one move.
of monks.
Now that this pen is stained with his heart's blood, its power will only increase!
Yun Lingyuan almost screamed: "Yang Yuxiao, why are you so stunned? Come here quickly!!"
Zi Huo's fingers touched the piano, and a clanking sound rang out. An Xun waved his magic pen in the air. In an instant, a giant dragon burst out of the air with great force. Its tail swept and struck the piano,
Zi Huo's Purple Soul Qin suddenly felt a burst of rebounding spiritual power, and even Zi Huo was hit by the air wave and took two steps back.
Zi Huo made a quick decision and slapped his right hand. While the Purple Soul Qin was being put into the Purple Soul Ring, he clenched it tightly with his right hand, revealing the Purple Soul Sword. The white shadow flew towards him in a flash, and the purple light afterimage hit the giant dragon, creating a brilliance for a moment.
There was a huge explosion, sparks flew everywhere, and the vast spiritual power struck each other, making Yun Lingyuan unable to open her eyes.
Suddenly, Yang Yuxiao was grabbed and flew into the air, and hit the wall behind Yun Lingyuan with a loud bang, and the wall bricks were knocked out and fell to the ground.
Just hearing the muffled sound coming from Yang Yuxiao's body, Yun Lingyuan felt a pain in her ribs.
In desperation, Zi Huo threw Yang Yuxiao away from the battlefield, not caring whether he would be injured if he was thrown like this.
Yun Lingyuan patted Yang Yuxiao on the shoulder: "Yang Yuxiao, are your ribs broken? Let me pick them up for you?"
Yang Yuxiao lay motionless on the ground, resting her chin on the ground for a while, opening her eyes and watching the two big bulls fighting across the way, her eyes gradually moved down, and she saw that underneath the sword and sword shadow, she was lying in a pool of blood, with a ball high on her chest.
The person holding the hilt of Yuxu's sword is Yang Yuxi, who has long since died.
Yang Yuxiao suddenly burst into tears and shouted with choked sobs: "Sister..."
Yun Lingyuan wanted to tell him that in fact, for Yang Yuxi, this might be a relief. With her body, even if she didn't die, she could still live for a few days, but saying such things was simply hurtful.
, where is the comfort.
Yang Yuxiao suddenly said: "Sister was killed by the two men she loved most, each with a sword."
Who says it’s not?
However, she should have no regrets about dying for the two men she loved most.
Yun Lingyuan didn't know how to comfort him. She remembered that when she was in Yaopu Village, Yun Shu was unhappy. When she comforted Yun Shu, she would reach out and ruffle his hair, and the handsome and sunny boy would turn his head.
Come and smile at her.
So she reached out and gently touched Yang Yuxiao's head, "Well, don't be too sad."
Yang Yuxiao was stunned and slapped her hand away. He was obviously sixteen years old and she was fifteen, but she treated her like a younger brother. Yang Yuxiao raised her sleeves and wiped her face carelessly, stopping her tears.
Gulu got up from the ground and sat up, as if to show in front of her that he was older than her, but he had a broken rib in his chest, and this series of movements made him gasp in pain.
Yun Lingyuan used spiritual power to treat him. At first, he was unwilling and struggled to get up. Yun Lingyuan pushed him to the ground. Yang Yuxiao made an "ouch" and protested: "You...
Woman, why are you so rude?"
Yun Lingyuan smiled softly: "I really want to know what rudeness means? Can you try to move me?"
"Just move, who's afraid...ah——!!"
Before he finished speaking, Yun Lingyuan used her spiritual power to forcefully set his bones through his chest and abdomen.
Yang Yuxiao screamed, and after the pain passed, her whole body relaxed and she said curiously: "Hey, are you ready?"
Yun Lingyuan nodded, "Don't move so much. It will be fine after the bones have stabilized in a few days, but it will inevitably hurt for a few days."
Yang Yuxiao covered her injury and muttered for a long time, but she still couldn't say the word "thank you".
As if something suddenly occurred to him, he said seriously: "Yun Lingyuan, my sister did not betray your Fengling Clan. When she found out, those Fengling women were already like that."
Yang Yuxiao must have believed that Yun Lingyuan was Feng Lingxiaoer. As a future goddess, her identification and consideration would be very important.
Yun Lingyuan said: "I know, it was thanks to your sister that we saved those clan members."
At this time, the battlefield between Zi Huo and An Xun had moved to the sky. On the ground, Yang Yuxi's body was far away from the flames of the battle. Yang Yuxiao held her chest and abdomen and endured the pain to take Yang Yuxi out, "Sister
, let’s go home.”
At this time, An Xun tried his best to block the Purple Soul Sword in the air, and was about to retreat. He was not Zi Huo's opponent, and he relied on the protection of the demon dragon to avoid being struck by the Purple Soul Sword's light.
Hurt, now he glanced at the ground and saw that Yang Yuxi was about to be carried away. An Xun cursed and threw himself towards the ground.
It was at this moment that the Purple Soul Sword pierced his belly!
The Purple Soul Sword is a top-grade god-level spiritual weapon. If a weak person is struck by the sword, not only will they die, but their souls will be instantly annihilated.
But An Xun, both body and soul, had undergone inhuman refinement, and was several times stronger than ordinary monks. He was no longer an ordinary person.
An Xun was stabbed in the abdomen by the Purple Soul Sword, but An Xun didn't take it seriously. He stuffed his intestines back into his stomach, and without even a cry of pain, he rushed in front of Yang Yuxiao, stretched out his hand and roared: "Give her to me."
!”
Yang Yuxiao was stunned. He really didn't expect that An Xun would compete with him for Yang Yuxi at this time. He tightened the person he was holding in his arms, mobilized his spiritual power, and quickened his pace. An Xun wanted to chase, "Cha
"With a sound, the Purple Soul Sword pierced his chest from behind.
Zihuo stood on the green tiles and recalled the Purple Soul Sword.
The Purple Soul Sword brought up a red mist of blood, and the smell of blood was overwhelming. In an instant, An Xun felt that his breath was filled with the smell of moist rust.
An Xun laughed secretly, turned around with heavy steps, and said: "Master Zihuo, look over there!"