In his arms, Qin Ling's mouth was dying and extremely weak sounds made. Zhang Yifeng gritted his teeth and gently placed Qin Ling in his arms on the bloody ground, slashing at the man in the hall with a sword.
The long sword collided with the thin sword in the hand of "Qin Ling", and a sound of gold and iron clashing endlessly.
"Senior brother! Don't believe the demon's nonsense!"
Qin Ling's eyes flashed in her eyes in the palace, and she slashed the sword in her hand and said anxiously.
Zhang Yifeng sneered: "So many demons rushed into Xunyu Sect, and even the master and the others were dead. Can my weak junior sister have such ability?"
"Senior Brother Zhang! Now I practice the secret techniques of Xunyu Sect. How can I not be able to fight these demons? Don't let this demon bewitch you!"
The two of them fought constantly, Qin Ling in the palace was full of anger and bit her teeth. Zhang Yifeng looked at Qin Ling in the palace with a cold look, without any restraint in the long sword in his hand.
After a hundred and ten rounds, the long sword pierced into Qin Ling's chest in the palace. In Qin Ling's unbelievable eyes, Qin Ling's figure slowly fell to the ground.
Blood continued to flow from his chest, and the magic in his eyes gradually dissipated.
"Senior brother... take care of yourself..."
The last voice of Qin Ling in the palace came, causing Zhang Yifeng's heart to feel inexplicably painful, as if he had lost something.
At this time, the dying "Qin Ling" slowly stood up and a non-human curve appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Senior Brother Zhang, you're doing well!"
Zhang Yifeng's pupils shrank slightly, and his face disappeared in an instant. His stiff neck turned around and he looked at "Qin Ling" behind him. At this time, where was his junior sister still like him?
The squirming tentacles on the demon's body swayed continuously, their heads almost crossed, and the corners of their mouths were cracked until the back of their heads, staring at Zhang Yifeng with that strange and ferocious smile.
"Senior Brother Zhang, it's done well!"
The monster laughed and screamed, and his distorted body rushed towards Zhang Yifeng in an extremely deformed posture.
Looking at Qin Ling who died under his sword behind him, Zhang Yifeng showed anger on his face. With a crazy roar, the sword edge slashed at Qin Ling, who was transformed by the demon in front of him again.
With the blessing of the powerful true energy, the sword blade effortlessly cut the demon's head away. The next moment, Zhang Yifeng swung the long sword in his hand like crazy, shattering the demon's body.
Zhang Yifeng, gasping heavily, picked up Qin Ling on the ground, but at this moment, Qin Ling's appearance became extremely strange.
"Senior Brother, do you think I look like your junior sister?"
As he said that, Qin Ling's face began to droop, falling down as if it was dissolved, revealing her bloody skull.
"Senior Brother..."
Behind him, Qin Ling, whose head was cut off, dissipated the evil flesh and blood of the demon on her head, revealing a face full of resentment and humiliation, muttering to herself.
"What is true, and who is true!!"
Zhang Yifeng roared, kicked the demon in front of him away, clenched the sword in his hand, and looked around.
The corpses that fell to the ground stood up one after another, and each corpse looked exactly like Qinling.
At this moment, these faces were filled with strange and disgusting smiles, and their pair of resentful eyes stared at Zhang Yifeng.
"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother!"
Countless voices echoed in Zhang Yifeng's ears, accompanied by strange laughter, and the sarcastic sneer made Zhang Yifeng feel a splitting headache.
"kill!!"
Zhang Yifeng roared and roared, and the long sword in his hand slashed through all the bodies of the people in front of him. At this time, Zhang Yifeng had completely ignored who was real and who was fake.
Everyone can be true, everyone can be false, he doesn't care.
He was already in such torture, going crazy.
In a trance, almost forgotten faces appeared on the heads of these corpses.
Su Zhirou, Hua Manyu, and even Ji Dali, Xuanyuan Li, these companions who had fought with him in the world in that dream died under his sword one after another.
Zhang Yifeng's face was full of fear and anxiety, and he wanted to stop the sword in his hand, but his body seemed to have been out of his control.
The collision of two memories made everything in front of Zhang Yifeng’s eyes begin to become fragmented.
After slowly waking up from the haystack, Zhang Yifeng looked at the endless grassland in front of him and more than a dozen fat goats, and touched the whip used to drive the sheep beside him.
"It's a dream, it's really scary!"
Zhang Yifeng, who looked like he was thirteen or fourteen, jumped off the haystack. Seeing that the sun had set in the west, Zhang Yifeng chased the sheep and sent the sheep back to the sheep pen of the landlord's house.
"Zhang Wazi, what she has done is getting better and better recently."
"That's right, Zhang Wazi is one of the best players in our village."
"At such a little age, I can support a family. Is it possible for the rich man Qin to promise Ling'er to Zhang Wazi in the future!"
On the way home, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but smile and scratch his head as he listened to the villagers' teasing.
Qin Ling is the daughter of the Qin Qianzhu family and the true form of Qin Ling, the junior sister of Xunyu Sect in his fantasy.
The young man who drove sheep in the mountains had such basic idle books at home. Zhang Yifeng, who had learned to read, but could not recognize them, occasionally looked at idle books, outlined a piece of memories in his mind, and pieced them together.
That dream.
More than ten years later, Zhang Yifeng was appreciated by the rich man Qin. Qin rich man Qin's family was born without a male child. Qin Ling, along with the huge Qin family business, finally fell into Zhang Yifeng's hands.
Ten miles and eight villages are also a good story.
The good times did not last long. After more than ten years of marriage, the country was in chaos and wars continued.
"What should I do if the head of the family? Our 100 acres of fertile land are now occupied by the soldiers. We..."
Zhang Yifeng, wearing a brocade dress and a fur hat, looked worried and worried: "What else can I do? If you want money, give money, give money, give land, save our lives and talk about other things."
"Would you like your wife to give it to me?"
Outside the house, a rough voice sounded, and a lewd smile followed.
In the room, when the two of them heard this voice, Qin Ling's pretty face was filled with fear, and Zhang Yifeng was even more frightened.
But before he could say anything, a long sword had already slashed at Zhang Yifeng.
At this moment, everything around us once again fluctuated, and the two worlds were intertwined and superimposed. Zhang Yifeng stared at the scene in front of him.
In this room, Qin Ling's crying and the officer's dirty words echoed.
"Damn it, you really married such a beautiful woman. Let me try it out!"
Zhang Yifeng opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.
Looking at the officer Ling in front of him, he was insulted by his first wife, but he was powerless. He tried his best to get rid of this feeling of being imprisoned. The next moment, Zhang Yifeng suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath, and wrote on his face
Full of panic.
"What? I can't sleep well. I have to go to plant rice seedlings early tomorrow. Go to bed early."