"I'm going! Are you really playing? Isn't it a joke?" Rosenbay excitedly pulled his collar and looked at the young man's clear eyes in disbelief, "Are you crazy in the mirror? Who do you like badly, her......!

"Do you know who she is?" he pointed to the girl on the cross, lowered his voice, and his eyes were about to fall, "What orcs, you believe this kind of nonsense! She is an angel, an angel like you and me, an angel of Elenis!"

"Really?" Qingxue Mirror brushed away his hand, raised his eyelashes and asked, "What about the wings?"

"Feather is a four-leaf clover! the wings are not because-" Rosenbay blurted out, but it suddenly stopped, and after hesitating for a while, he swallowed back the second half of the sentence, "In short, she approached you for a purpose that was not so simple! like some kind of deliberate revenge...... It's not impossible. ”

Qingxue Jing was stunned, and then frowned slightly:

"Revenge? Xiaoling retaliate...... Why?"

Rosenbay grabbed his scalp and let out a wail, his hair scratched in a mess, and he kept muttering words like "finished" and "finished".

Qingxue Mirror only slowly cast his gaze to a certain place in the distance of the cross, the emotion in his eyes converged, and the hand holding the longbow tightened and pulled the bow to re-align it with the figure fighting in the air, and said in a deep voice: "Hurry up." ”

Rumble......

The waves of fire in the air swept and spread into a sea of flames, and the vine and luo maze hung above the enchantment, and several figures shuttled and fought in the sea of fire!

Lan Yue's wings splashed bloodshot, her long hair curled past the tongue of fire, the tips of her hair burned into ashes and sprinkled down, and her robe was full of tears, mottled with blood.

Dense phantoms flew in front of him, and there were waves of fire and frost in the distance, and the mandala vines coming from all directions clamped their hands and feet, but the movements became sluggish and sluggish under the vine maze.

"That's not going to work? Twelve of us have been training for you for months! Don't look down on people too much?"

It was a plain silver mandala like a group of fine snakes that spread out from the sea of fire in all directions in an instant, binding the waist and limbs with blood marks, Yuan Lang's wings spread like a phantom, and he raised his hand and smashed it on the young man's body with a heavy fist!

Click......

The sound of bones breaking came from his chest, and the phantom in front of him frowned, and the tail thorn under the robe suddenly pierced forward like a sharp sword, taking advantage of the momentum, he flew back and widened the distance, the corners of his lips couldn't suppress the bleeding, and the pale cheeks were particularly shocking.

"Little ...... Month ......"

A call came from the horizon, as ethereal and unreal as a dream.

I cried and wept again and again.

"Satsuki...... Escape ......"

"Run ......"

He panted and turned back slowly, and the girl on the cross was slowly opening her eyes and looking at him, her shriveled lips moving, but only tears flowed.

He looked at her, the figure was thin and stiff and slowly turned around, the scarred wings slowly stretched to the extreme, the tail spine lifted, the apricot kernel-shaped pupils contracted, and the thick blood color surged out in an instant and immersed the eyes!

The powerful coercion that suddenly erupted in the air pushed everyone out in an instant, and the enchantment full of cracks in the sky cracked and shattered again, making a roaring bang! Blood splattered from Lan Zhiye's mouth, consciousness peeled off and fell from the sky, Qingxue Mirror flew and landed on the platform, covered in blood and knelt down on one knee, the laurel feather in the center of his eyebrows flickered and extinguished the brilliance; Ling Ling hugged the teddy bear with a severed head and broken hand and cried, Yuan Lang hugged her wings to resist, but still snorted and blood splashed all over his body; Seven Gardens Hibiscus Rosenbei and the Green Quinoa Fire Quinoa Brothers, and the rest of them were swept out without exception by spitting blood!

The enchantment is shattered! Crystalline fragments are flying like snow in the cold winter!

In the blink of an eye, the twelve holy angels fell on the platform like downed geese, fluttering their wings and vomiting blood one after another, dying and unable to move again.

The crowd in the distance crowded and erupted into a panic shout, watching the cracked and shattered enchantment above the Rose Sky Feather Platform begin to flee in a hurry!

"Tsk......" Xuan Lao touched the cracked mask on the right side of his face, his gaze swept over the twelve people who were staggering and embarrassed on the platform, and then raised his eyes to look at the young man in the air.

Pale fingers stretched out black claws, clasping the icy cross tightly.

Lan Yue's pale face was stained with blood, frowning and panting lightly, a pair of pupils faded away with only a weak light red, but she was still staring at the dying girl in front of her, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the force of her hand slowly crushed and cracked the cross that bound her.

The cross is shattered.

The girl covered in blood fell from the cross and fell steadily into the boy's arms.

"Satsuki ......"

She trembled and stretched out her hands, hugged him tightly, and tears rained down: "Xiaoyue......"

The vision was a little dizzy, Lan Yue hugged her tightly, her bloodstained cheeks pressed against the girl's wet hair, and she gasped lightly for a while before she finished speaking:

"It's all right...... Don't be afraid...... I'll take you home...... Don't be afraid ......"

She hugged his waist tighter and tighter, buried her cheek deep in his neck, and muttered, "Satsuki ......"

"Satsuki ......"

"I'm sorry ......"

"Satsuki. ”

The sound of the sword unsheathed was instantaneous.

The world suddenly became quiet, and only the shattered barrier in the sky, like ethereal white snow, flew down and covered the world.

His long, waterfall-like hair fluttered in the splinters, and his body trembled slightly for a moment.

Then he slowly lowered his head, facing the pair of eyes that were red with tears, the crimson color was like a blooming rose, and the facial features were distorted and slowly condensed into another face.

The crimson gown fell like petals, and a pair of snow-white wings grew out from behind her, and roses bloomed in the center of her eyebrows.

And a shining silver-white long sword in her hand pierced through the young man's abdomen, the hilt was inlaid with gemstones, the slender and sharp sword body was scorching with cold light, and the tip of the sword was dripping with blood from his back, dyeing the black robe blood red in an instant.

"When that traitor was tortured, he kept crying and calling 'Satsuki'......"

Hua Fengyan still had tears on her face, her red lips opened lightly, her fingers rotated the hilt of the sword and slowly poked it deeper into the young man's abdomen, and the corners of her lips showed a smile:

"Indeed...... What about adultery?"

The long sword was drawn out in an instant, bringing up blood!

The blood from the corners of Lan Yue's lips surged out in an instant, and among the fragments of the enchantment floating in the sky, like birds with broken wings, fell weakly, and the robes flipped and the blood beads flew, dripping cinnabar and splashing all over the body.

"Little ...... Month...... Satsuki ......"

"Satsuki-"

The cry came intermittently from the sky again, this time tearing hearts and lungs, and breaking liver and intestines.

The vision was blurry, and the shards of the enchantment were glowing.

He lifted his eyelashes with difficulty as he fell, and followed the sound to look in a certain direction in the sky......

Nothing.

His pale lips were stained with blood, and he trembled lightly to respond, to see and hear one last time, but his vision became more and more blurred, and sharp pain swept through every corner of his body like a tide, engulfing consciousness.

After the dust settled, the twelve holy angels stood up from the platform with each other's arms, Hua Fengyan's wings stretched out from the sky and landed beside Xuan Lao, the blood-drenched sword in his hand was still scorching with holy light.

The people who had fled in terror cheered and shouted, and almost all of Ellens' people received the news and hurried from the Twelve Districts, surrounding the entire Rose Sky Feather Platform from top to bottom, trying to get a glimpse of the defeated, legendary first leader of the Demon Clan.

The remnant sun is like blood.

The afterglow of dusk is warm and serene, dyeing the heavens and the earth with a soft golden-red glow, and the white finches in the clouds are flying and chirping elegantly.

Twelve pillars of light stood on all sides of the Rose Heavenly Feather Platform, like a giant cage and a sealing formation.

A sea of people.

The boy crouched on the platform.

In the center of the twelve pillars of light—also in a pool of blood.

His long, silky hair covered his body, a few strands of hair fell from the side of his pale cheeks, his long eyelashes and thin lips, and his blood-soaked appearance was still soft and delicate, fragile and harmless.

He lay there, motionless and silent, and the dusk dressed him in neon clothes, as beautiful as a funeral. His belly was already soaked with blood, stained black and red, and blood leaked down little by little, spilling out from under him, expanding the pool of blood bigger and bigger.

"The ability of the Longguan Divine Beast is really extraordinary. ”

Shadows spilled on the ground, and a hand grabbed his long inky hair and dragged his head up.

"Little ...... Moon, moon god...... Are you playing with your family? Should you say that you are stupid, or are you careless? Even though the poppy illusion is the best in the world, you have never been tricked three hundred years ago......"

Xuan Lao half-squatted in front of the young man, grabbed his long hair and pulled his head, looked at this face, the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a whimsical smile, and lowered his voice slightly, overlapping with a certain moment three hundred years ago in a trance:

"The taste of this sword ......"

"You're familiar, aren't you?"