When Wen Yiming received the secret shortcut in the memory crystal, he also felt a little helplessness from the huge sword intent power behind him, but he couldn't deeply understand it.

In case the man helps him leave, it is obviously because of Tong Qiang, Wen Yiming is happy for this brother, he has such a close friend, it is not in vain that he has suffered in the altar for several years, and he also feels sorry for Tong Qiang, so close friend is forced to fall into the death situation...

In the teleportation, there was a terrifying sonorous sword sound thousands of meters away-

"Taiyuan Mixed Yuan Slash, Sword Intent Dacheng?"

Wen Yiming was shocked inexplicably, despite the distance, he could still feel the earth-shattering power that spread, it was the powerful sword technique that had been used against him by the man, Taiyuan Mixed Yuan Slash!

At that time, the Taiyuan Mixed Yuan Slash had already shown signs of shocking power, and the sword intent was approaching Zhongcheng.

And Fang Cai's momentum was obviously the sword intent of advancing to Dacheng, which made Wen Yiming's sword intent move slightly.

At this moment, the clouds rolled high in the sky, a violent storm arose, and a silver lightning bolt fell from the sky.

"Thunder Tribulation, break through in battle!"

Wen Yiming gritted his teeth, resisted the urge to turn back, and ran wildly towards the exit with the memory route.

He wanted to come back to his hand countless times, but he knew it was wishful thinking.

In case the man can advance the Taiyuan Mixed Yuan in the battle, cultivate the Dacheng Sword Intent and improve his cultivation at the same time, and trigger the Thunder Tribulation, this is completely the strongest explosion of lovelessness, which triggered all this in the fearless liberation.

People, when they push through any limit, will achieve something, including emotions to an extreme extreme.

At this moment, the man is like this, the long sword in his hand has been cut off, and the Taiyuan Mixed Yuan Slash driven by Dacheng's sword intent makes the long sword unbearable, and the majestic power shocks Ye Jintian and Yue Qimei hundreds of meters away.

And Tong Qiuyue's hair in front was messy, and a blood line was obliquely pulled from the left shoulder to the right waist, and his eyes were complicated to look at the man who closed his eyes and looked up to the sky and smiled.

Kill the woman he has always loved with his own hands, and want her to live, but he can't do it at all.

And in case the man himself wants to live but can't live, can live but doesn't dare to live, what a helpless ending.

In case the man is living in this helplessness, he can only end up by dying, and this bell battle made him burst out with the brightest light at the last moment of his life.

In case the man knew that Tong Qiuyue would die, his momentum plummeted, and he himself had come to the end, and he had no defensive attack at all, and he couldn't withstand the confrontation between Ye Jintian and Yue Qimei, and it was precisely because of this that the intention of the two to encircle Wei and save Zhao failed.

In case the male momentum subsides and the breakthrough of cultivation fails, the thunder tribulation will naturally fade.

Clenching the broken sword less than half a foot in his hand, the man looked at Ye Jintian, who was slowly sitting up, the corners of his mouth kept overflowing blood, and said with a light smile: "The two sacrifices are about to die with broken bodies, did you expect that?"

The voice fell, countless dead soldiers in black-cloaked arrived, and the five peak war gods from different directions looked at the field, took a deep breath, looked in the direction of the exit of the altar, and left quickly without saying a word, and teleported in the direction of the exit, they felt the direction of Wen Yiming's escape.

The rest of the dead soldiers stayed for a moment and rushed towards the exit in a flanking manner, in case the man coughed blood and smiled: "Without the war dance to reduce the teleportation time limit, no one can catch up with him, Ye Jintian, Yue Qimei, you should know Wen Yiming better than me, haha... Ahem..."

Ye Jintian's cheeks bulged out a touch of green tendons, obviously trying his best to endure the irritability in his heart, and took a deep breath, only then did he suppress the turmoil in his heart, and said: "Maybe you plan to be superior, but it is your own life that you lose!"

He can only comfort himself like this, stay in the green mountains, and don't worry about running out of firewood!

He couldn't see that in case the man would die without a complete body, he really didn't expect that the other party would kill Tong Qiuyue desperately, which was the fault of treating others with himself.

Yue Qimei clenched her fists, her nails were almost broken, and she looked at Tong Qiuyue who was slowly bending her knees with an unwilling expression, she was dreaming about the other party's war song and war dance, but unfortunately it came to naught when she was closest to success, which made her want to go crazy.

'Bang ——!'

Tong Qiuyue finally fell to her knees, and in the shock, the oblique blood line in her chest collapsed, and blood gushed out, mixed with countless broken fragments of viscera.

Although she had a high-level legendary armor to protect herself, she was still cut through by Taiyuan Mixed Yuan, and if it weren't for Ye Jintian and the others intercepting and reducing Wan Yin's attack, she would have already been a cloud of blood mist.

Although it was the newly promoted Dacheng Sword Intent, the rest of the waves were still ridiculously strong, her internal organs had already been shattered, and her muscles, bones, flesh and blood were rapidly splitting.

Tong Qiuyue's eyes began to blur, a red color, she knew that she was about to shatter and explode, blood had already poured into her eyes, and there was not much time left.

The thick blood poured into her mouth and nose, making her unable to speak, she could only choke violently, shaking her muscles and veins all over her body, and the pain was indescribable.

In case the same is true for men, leaning slightly...

He knew that the moment he fell, his body would be a fragment of the ground.

Without the fear of death, he had long been waiting for this moment to come.

There are no regrets about his life, and he does not owe anyone.

Without the attachment to life, he was already tired of the altar, and he was happy to be relieved in this way.

There is no guilt for the family, and he has done his best to do what he should do.

Blurred vision...

He saw Tong Qiuyue's hands split countless blood lines, just like him, about to shatter.

What is that?

He seemed to see a small crystal bottle in his hands, very chic and familiar.

His consciousness was blurred, and he heard Yue Qimei's unwilling shout, and seemed to hear Ye Jintian's footsteps sighing and leaving.

Also heard...... The sound of Tong Qiuyue crushing the crystal bottle.

It seems to be an illusion, but it also seems to be real......

He seemed to remember a time when he saw her pinching the crystal bottle in a trance, her expression was so sad, and it seemed to have a touch of innocence.

When?

It seems that when I was disappointed in her use of family affection for the first time, I left, and I casually looked back outside the window, and I happened to see that scene.

For countless years, he didn't know what was in the crystal bottle.

At this moment, when the crystal bottle burst open, the splinter cut through her palm, and a drop of crystal splashed blood in her palm, he seemed to feel an emotion.

It's remorse!

It's innocence!

It turned out to be a tear, in case the man seemed to sense the salty taste in the blood.

He smiled, the tears containing the smell he had loved.

That was the first time he had a ripple in his heart about a girl, and he had been rippling in his heart...

The world changed, and the ripples gradually calmed down, and there were no more fluctuations.

But as he was about to disappear, he realized that the ripple was there.

In his blurred vision, the ground was approaching, and he forcibly picked up the last trace of true yuan, closing his six senses.

The feeling just now brought him back to where he was, and he was willing to keep that brief moment...

(End of chapter)