The sun, sprinkled down, shone on the earth. On Wu Zheng's side, the four of them were hurrying towards the bloodstains. They know that even if Xiaohua goes, it will be a certain death. And now, the only thing they can rely on is this dagger, and they only hope that this dagger can change their lives against the sky.

And on Xiaohua's side, the man still had a smile on his face, and said triumphantly: "How about it, do you solve it yourself or will I help you?"

The woman ignored it, just looked at Xiaohua tenderly, took it into her arms, and stroked her cheek. Tears, but at this time, the sparseness of the anger fell, ticking on Xiaohua's face.

The man was obviously a little impatient, and pouted: "Everyone is dead, no matter how much you say, it's useless, let me give you a ride and be a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks." With that, another light lit up in the man's hand.

He glanced at the woman one last time with disdain, but at the moment when he was about to let go of the light, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

"W-how is this possible?" he forced his composure, struggling to swallow.

Just now, he clearly saw that the woman in front of him, who was already seriously injured, was growing wildly with spiritual power in her body for some reason. He said that his heart was not good, so he did not leave his hand anymore, and the light in his hand was thrown out violently.

It's just that when that light was about to come into contact with the woman, it was instantly annihilated by the spiritual power fluctuations around the woman.

Now the man was even more uncalm, and he faintly began to worry in his heart. So, he began to accumulate spiritual power, and then slowly gathered it on his hands. Then, after the spiritual power in those hands gathered, his hands were put together again, and the light flickered again.

On the woman's side, the momentum was also increasing, and before she knew it, the huge barrier between the transformation realm and the immortal realm had been shattered into countless pieces.

And at this moment, the man's attack was also thrown, it was a huge ball of light, almost dazzling the light of the sun, and it crushed straight in the direction of the woman.

This is already the man's last resort, and the spiritual power in his body has been drained at this time. He collapsed to the ground weakly, but his eyes were staring at the huge ball of light more than ten feet in size. He was confident that this blow could definitely kill a woman.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that on the woman's side, a sharp sword light rose into the sky, reaching hundreds of feet into the sky. Immediately after, the ball of light melted and decomposed in an instant, as if snow met boiling water.

"W-how is this possible?" the man's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the scene in front of him.

There was no expression on the woman's face, and the tears on her face had long since dried up. The light dissipated, and I saw her standing in front of Xiaohua, holding a long sword, and there was a dragon-shaped aura on the sword.

Seeing this, the man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the sky and smiled bitterly: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that this sword would be born." I didn't lose unjustly, I didn't lose unjustly!" As soon as his words fell, his body gradually shattered into a little light. There is no need for the woman to do it, with the wind, the light will drift away.

For a moment, the room was quiet, and the wind blew gently, blowing away the woman's hair. At that moment, she turned away and looked at Xiaohua stupidly. The previous scene suddenly appeared in her mind. The woman pursed her lips, remembering her past with Xiaohua.

She seemed to remember that they had known each other very early. At that time, Xiaohua was still a hairy boy, not tall, and very thin. But it's such a kid who hasn't grown all his hair, but he always likes to learn from adults, and pretends to run to the green building to mess with flowers and grass.

At that time, he remembered that Xiaohua's favorite sentence was: "The master will come back tomorrow." Whenever she heard this, she would always smile and not answer.

And Xiaohua is also very faithful to her promises, and she has to steal it every time. So much so that such a kid has become a frequent visitor to the building. Later, there were no girls to serve him, and they all regarded him as a younger brother.

Gradually, Xiaohua grew up and became a handsome boy. It's just that the woman glanced at Xiaohua and closed her eyes again. She thought that she could not be sad for anyone, but at this moment she suddenly realized that she was wrong, and she was very wrong. I don't know when, Xiaohua's figure seems to have entered her heart, and it can no longer be erased, which is unforgettable.

Suddenly, there seemed to be movement in the distance. The woman glanced at the past alertly, and she wanted to kill someone at this time. However, the people who came were Wu Zheng and the four, and it was Wu Zheng who started with it.

Wu Zheng didn't run slowly this time, and he seemed to be very motivated. When he saw Xiaohua fall to the ground and didn't move, he suddenly shouted, "Great, Xiaohua is dead." After that, it was like the New Year, and he rushed forward with a smile.

Mo Qing was actually persecuted, he was really helpless, the second prince of the dignified state, he actually played with such a group of fools.

The bearded man was also very happy, his mouth was grinning, and his rampage was not inferior to Wu Zheng.

As for the falling dust, he has always been cold, and there is no extra expression at this time, he still has a cold face, but the speed is not slow.

This scene came suddenly, and it made the woman's originally sad mood suddenly disappear. She was stunned and froze in place, unable to say a word for a long time. She didn't understand anyway, why Xiaohua died, so many people would be happy and happy, could it be because Xiaohua was a Beiliang evil young man before?

Wu Zheng hurriedly ran to Xiaohua's side, and then probed Xiaohua's breath with his fingers, no. In order to prevent mistakes, Wu Zheng learned to be the midwife doctor and took Xiaohua's pulse. After being silent for a long time, Wu Zheng's face was even more joyful, and he only heard him shouting: "It's really dead, come and see, it's fresh, it's just dead." ”

The woman gave a strange expression and went to look at the other three.

I saw that 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, he finally showed a relieved smile on his face.

Helpless, the woman looked at Mo Qing again, Mo Qing's expression at the moment was okay, barely normal. Except for a little bit, like the crowd of onlookers, pulling their necks to peek.

Well, the woman had no choice but to look at Luochen, her eyes flashed with a little fierce light, and the implication was that you had to give a reasonable explanation today.

Luochen was expressionless, and reached out to take out the dagger. When the woman saw this, she also understood it instantly. She naturally knew the effect of this dagger, otherwise she wouldn't have snatched it.

In fact, this dagger is not a strange ability, it is nothing more than a huge life force stored in it, as long as it pierces the human body, it can be released through the urging of spiritual power. And the so-called death, in fact, there is no specific demarcation. In most people's eyes, as long as a person's heart beats and breathing stops, then it can almost be judged death.

But in reality, most of these deaths are not dead yet. In other words, they are not dead, but they have lost their vitality. At this time, as long as the corpse is preserved intact and then injected into the life force, most of them can be saved.

Seeing this dagger, the woman also showed joy, she knew that there was still a glimmer of life. As long as there is, then you must try it.

However, Wu Zheng suddenly ran to the front of Luochen and said very sincerely: "This time, leave it to me." So saying, he stretched out his palm and asked for the dagger from the dust.

Others don't know that Wu Zheng has actually been cut by Xiaohua more than once, and countless times of blood has been released. That's why Wu Zheng made such a request. He really wanted to, really wanted to stab Xiaohua. Even if Xiaohua is dead at this time, he must seize this opportunity.

Mo Qing was devastated at this time, what was going on, why did he feel that he couldn't play with these people?

However, before Luochen could speak, the woman suddenly made a move, directly snatched the dagger, and then squatted down next to Xiaohua's corpse.

At this moment, Luochen turned around silently, he seemed to have expected that his dagger would be taken away. He wasn't angry, he just sighed lightly and didn't say anything.

Mo Qing also had a premonition that there would be a bloody scene. He closed his eyes tightly, but he secretly left a little gap.

As for the bearded man and Wu Zheng, one is full of expectation and the other is full of disappointment.

Finally, the dagger in the woman's hand moved. I saw that the dagger stabbed into Xiaohua's chest in just a moment.

I only heard a "poof" sound, and I didn't enter it at all.

At this moment, everyone's expressions were extremely weird. Except for the dust that turned away, everyone's looks are worth pondering. For example, Mo Qing, he looked stupid, his eyes widened, and he forgot to close his eyes.

The bearded man nodded with satisfaction, a look of approval.

As for Wu Zheng, the movements in this merchant's hand did not stop, learning the movements of the sister-in-law, and doing the movement of inserting the knife vigorously.

The woman looked at the dagger that had sunk into Xiaohua's chest, and waited for a while before pulling it out violently. This was followed by a gushing stream of blood, which began to flow out uncontrollably.

When the woman saw this, she panicked, she had never used this dagger before, and she knew that this situation would occur, so she stabbed it again in a hurry.

At this time, Xiaohua was nourished by vitality and opened her eyes suddenly. He felt as if he had had a long, long dream, but he couldn't remember what he had dreamed of, only that his head was groggy and slightly painful.

At this moment, he suddenly became simple, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him. Just as he was about to say something, he saw his daughter-in-law holding a dagger in her hand and slammed it towards his chest.