The stunned condensation on Han Jiangxue's face condensed, and in disbelief, his whole body fell backwards and fell on top of the white snow.

The Emperor of the Eastern Court lowered his eyes and looked at him who had fallen, and retracted his fingers, like looking at an ant, watching his gradually dilated pupils and the red blood slowly overflow from the back of his head.

Like a flower, it slowly unfolds on the white snow.

Mere mortal.

He stepped indifferently over his corpse and walked forward, only to take a step, when Yun Ji's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Father, the negotiation with the Snake King City is not going well, I want the two cities of Yong'an and the Imperial City, where are you, please come back quickly. ”

The Emperor of the Eastern Court stopped, a murderous aura flashed in his calm eyes, and he wanted too much.

He raised his hand, and an enchantment vortex instantly appeared in front of him, and he walked inside, his figure was instantly engulfed, and the vortex disappeared.

In the cold wind and snow, Han Jiangxue fell lonely on the snow, the center of his eyebrows was a hole that had been pierced, and the back of his head was warm blood, surging from the hole in the back of his head.

His delicate face looked at the white snowflakes above his head, his eyes began to drift, and the light in his eyes disappeared little by little.

Far away, in the wind and snow, Su Dandan's imperial sword flew over, and the flying sword flew down in front of Han Jiangxue with her, she fell from the flying sword, and as soon as she fell, her palm was melted snow, and a sticky and sweet smell of blood came to her nose.

She couldn't feel the existence of the Dongting Emperor in the sky, and in the moment of the moment, the Dongting Emperor disappeared, but the existence of Han Jiangxue also disappeared.

She couldn't rest assured, worried that something would happen to Han Jiangxue, so she flew back again.

In the whistling mountains and forests, there is snow everywhere, Su Dandan sat in the snow with a snow-white fall, the palm was moist to the touch, raised the wet palm, in the palm, a sweet smell of blood came to her nose, her fingers trembled, and hurriedly shouted: "Hanjiang Snow"

At her feet, Han Jiangxue lay quietly in the snow, and the blood in his body was flowing rapidly, along with the temperature in his body.

His empty eyes looked at the sky, and the light in his eyes was quietly extinguished like firelight.

A mortal is a mortal, no matter how long he cultivates, no matter what kind of power he has, he is vulnerable in front of God.

He is the leader of the Sword Immortal Pavilion, so outstanding, but in front of the Emperor of the Eastern Court, he can easily crush him with just one finger, in front of the gods, people are like ants, this is the gap.

However, such a gap is unwilling.

Really, unwillingly.

Han Jiangxue's hollow and dull eyes looked at the sky, and a line of tears slowly overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and with the last light in his eyes, they disappeared, and in his eyes, there was only a dead silence.

"Han Jiangxue" In the cold wind, only the sound of the wind and snow whistling answered her, her heart was blocked in her throat, rubbing, her fingers touched Han Jiangxue's fingers, she hurriedly followed his finger net and called his name, "Han Jiangxue, how are you" She said, her fingers touched his pulse, suddenly, she held his fingers and squeezed tightly, and suddenly grabbed his wrist.

His wrist had no pulse, no heartbeat.

In the sound of squirming, she hurriedly touched the pulse of his neck, there was no sign of life, her fingers suddenly touched the hole in his eyebrows, and for a moment, the heart seemed to be hit by something.

(Markor Literature-)