This kind of calm conversation continued until the end, until Nangong Xuesha's soul was completely stripped from the cold heavenly body.

But Su Youyu never answered Nangong Xuesha's sentence "Girl, can you let me hug you", which also became a regret in Nangong Xuesha's heart, but this is also what he expected, isn't it?

The almost transparent soul was wrapped in thousands of threads, strangled, as if using silk threads to squeeze the glutinous rice that was glued to the cotton silk, but Nangong Xuesha never made a sound, as if he had been cut by a thousand knives, and it was not him who endured Ling Chi's pain all his life.

Su Youwei's face became more and more pale, I don't know if it was because of the pain of being Ling Chi in the soul separation array or because of watching Nangong Xuesha slowly move towards death, her sharp nails pinched into the flesh, and the blood fell to the ground drop by drop, splashing blood-colored flowers.

She admitted that after all, she still lost, and lost to the care and distress in her heart about Nangong Xuesha beyond her own imagination.

The blue light flashed, the glaive sword appeared out of thin air, and it was inserted into the eye of the formation accurately, Su Youwen clenched the hilt of the sword, and it was not so easy to forcibly destroy the Soul Killing Array, Su Youwen herself was also suffering from the same pain as Nangong Xuesha, the pain of a thousand knives and the soul being torn, dense beads of sweat leached out of her white and smooth forehead, her body couldn't even stop spasmodic convulsions, the sword body was vibrating, she could barely hold it, and the blood flowed down her hand to the hilt of the sword, the sword body, and then dripped to the eye of the formation.

It hurts, it hurts all over the body!

She tasted everything that Nangong Xuesha had suffered in the Soul Separation Array, and the pain of her soul being torn spread all over her body, and her face became more and more pale.

Finally, with a loud "boom", a huge pit exploded on the ground, the entire formation was destroyed, and Su Youwen's body was also shaken away by the formation Gangfeng, floating with the wind uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Leng Tianjue's body was preserved by her enchantment intact and was not harmed in the slightest.

This was the only thought she had after splitting the formation.

"Mother!" Xiao Yihua cried, crying and running towards Su Youyu.

Mu Jiao, Zihuo and even Chi Mu, who didn't want to see her the most, also ran in her direction, with the support of Zihuo and Mu Jiao, Su Youyu, who smashed to the ground, slowly got up and gave them a reassuring smile, but the blood that kept spitting out exposed the actual situation of her body, but she was still reluctant to go, her eyes were firmly locked on the translucent soul in front of her.

Even if it is a soul, he is still so gorgeous, noble and elegant.

This is Nangong Snow Brake, the Nangong Snow Brake that always maintains a noble and elegant demeanor.

Even if it was a soul, his eyes were full of distress when he saw her so weak, but unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about it.

Su Youwei smiled lightly, and her silver bell-like laughter was particularly prominent in this silent night, "Nangong Xuesha, I don't owe you anything." ”

This time, it was her who gave him back the favor of dispersing her godhead, giving up the throne, and falling into the devil's path.

Yes, favor, that matter is just a favor for Su Youwei now.

Nangong Xuesha gave up so much for her, but she also hurt her so much, so the two offset each other, when the two were clear, from now on, the bridge returned to the bridge, the road returned to the road, and they were not entangled with each other, and the end of the world was stranger and said goodbye.

"You go, never appear in front of me again. ”

Even if his heart is cold and hurt, Nangong Xuesha is still laughing, he seems to have been laughing tonight, whether it is sad or painful, the corners of his mouth are always with a faint smile, as holy as a snow lotus, as pure as a white cloud.

What he left to Su Youwen was not embarrassment, not pain, but the quiet and indifferent nobility and elegance.