"Why are you so stubborn. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Looking at the blood on the corner of his mouth, Zhen Yue's whole heart was distressed and couldn't breathe, she didn't like to watch him hurt for her, there were 100,000 troops in front, and the cliff where she died, all of them were killed by her, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

"How pleasing it is, but it's for me?" The fingertips caught the tears in the corners of her eyes, and the smile seduced the soul.

Zhen Yue was angry and crying, this person didn't look at the situation, and was still in the mood to laugh with her.

Qiu Sheng looked at the intimacy of the two, and his heart and mind rolled up with monstrous anger, it used to be him and Xiaoyue who fought side by side, and it was he and Xiaoyue who hugged each other in tears, and the intimate picture of the two was like a handful of poisonous ice slag, stabbing his heart with blood.

With a wave of his arm, tens of thousands of soldiers rushed up, covering the sky with a murderous aura.

The wind roared, the sound of swords had covered up the sound of everything, Zhen Yue and Bei Mo Ling once again coldly confronted the enemy, one by one the soldiers fell on their swords, the swordsmanship of the two was unpredictable, the strength of the arms seemed to be inexhaustible, the corpses had piled up, and the fishy stench spread to everyone's snorts.

Bei Mo Ling didn't want to push Zhen Yue out, he knew that Qiu Sheng would definitely not take Zhen Yue's life, but he didn't want to go against his heart, he couldn't bear to push Zhen Yue to other men, until the moment he fell, he would definitely not let Zhen Yue go with other men!

The strength of the two people is too strong, they can't get close at all, and the Dongtan soldiers have begun to appear cowardly, and they don't know what to do, but they saw Qiu Sheng suddenly pull out his sword and stab towards Bei Mo Ling.

Beimo Ling's eyebrows were raised, he turned around and stirred, his robe belt flew, the blades of his swords collided, the murderous aura engulfed the heavens and the earth, the two swords emitted a deafening friction, and the bright light was clearly visible in the daytime.

The two supreme men looked at each other through the sword qi, one with phoenix eyes and blood, the other with deep black eyes, the wit contest in Xiliangguan, and then the peak duel in Hengshan, a terrifying aura was formed between the two men.

The blade of the sword slid by, and the two men were dazzled, Qiu Sheng's martial arts came from Qilin Fang, and after years of tempering, they have advanced by leaps and bounds, Bei Mo Ling's skills are mysterious, and his swordsmanship is strange and changeable.

Zhen Yue resisted the endless stream of enemies, and seeing that the two were fighting in full swing, she struggled towards Bei Mo Ling.

Bei Mo Ling faced off with Qiu Sheng on the one hand, and on the other hand, he had to kill the soldiers who surrounded him, and he did not show a trace of panic, the rhythm was fast and accurate, his posture was subtle, and his eyes were terrifying.

After a short confrontation, Qiu Sheng was forced to retreat by Beimo Ling, the man's sword blade was slightly sideways, and a clever sword blade rotated, hitting Qiu Sheng's eyes in severe pain, and with a bang, Qiu Sheng's neck appeared a bloody mark, fortunately he was good, otherwise, he would have died under Beimo Ling's sword just now.

Bei Mo Ling sneered and laughed, his thin lips were reflected in Qiu Sheng's angry eyes, as if the last trace of reason had been trampled on, only to see Qiu Sheng lightning swing his sword, Bei Mo Ling sneered, leaned back but easily dodged.

However, the smile did not extend, and the narrow phoenix eyes were replaced by an unbelievable fear, Zhen Yue fought to kill it, watching Qiu Sheng's cold sword stabbing in the face.

It was a deliberate ploy, Bei Moling almost instinctively rushed over, without any consideration at all, even if he knew that this was Qiu Sheng's fake move, but he still had no hesitation, because he couldn't afford to gamble.

The sword passed through the chest, blooming in the flesh and blood, hitting the heart, the speed was too fast, there was no time to react, Zhen Yue's pupils widened, like a soul being pulled out in an instant.

She watched as the sword pierced Bei Mo Ling's chest, and even spun around in Bei Mo Ling's chest, as if she was afraid that he would not die, cutting off all hope of survival.

Blood fell from the tip of the sword drop by drop, more and more, the sword jerked out of his body, he sprayed a mouthful of blood on Zhen Yue's fiery wedding dress, and his body fell heavily on Zhen Yue's body, falling to the ground in unison.

The blood was very hot, very hot, Zhen Yue's whole person was so shocked that she convulsed, her chest was close to Bei Moling's chest, she only felt that his blood was so hot, so much, as if it would never be exhausted.

She was completely frightened, and did not dare to move, for fear that if she moved her body slightly, the hot blood would gush more, and a pool of blood had formed under her body, and the wedding dress was full of heavy blood.

There was dead silence all around, only the sound of gurgling blood was clear to every pore, and tears were surging, showing that she was still alive.

A dying cough sounded from her neck, and she shuddered and hugged him tightly with trembling hands.

"Don't move...... Blood...... Blood...... A lot of blood...... Please...... Don't move....... Zhen Yue spoke incoherently, her hands trembled like chaff, she was not afraid of heaven and earth in her life, but at this moment, she was very afraid, indescribably afraid.

Bei Moling raised her head with difficulty, and saw that she was in tears, and she opened her lips to speak, but she sprayed blood all over her face.

The hot blood spread all over every inch of nerves, she rolled her eyes, and collided with Bei Mo Ling's deep phoenix eyes, she trembled and raised her sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, desperately wiping, but the blood fell drop by drop, dripping on her pale lips, she covered Bei Mo Ling's chest again, trying to block it with her fists, only to find that the blood hole was too big, she couldn't stop it.

She choked and shook her head, but she couldn't say a word, as if she had been terrified to the extreme.

"Don't cry, look upset." Bei Mo Ling used the last of his strength to catch her broken tears.

She looked at the domineering face in front of her, opened her mouth, and finally sent out a string of Douyin, "Don't block it...... Obstruct...... No...... Blood...... Wounded. ”

The intermittent trills were inaudible at all, but Bei Moling understood it as soon as he heard it.

Don't stand in front of me, it will bleed, it will hurt.

He chuckled, staring at her eyebrows and lips with affection, not letting go of every place, his cold eyes were full of affection, and he said in the gentlest voice of his life: "Yue'er, follow me back to Beiying." ”

Even if he died, he wanted her to make a promise, he had been infatuated and waiting for all these years, even if he killed the world and overturned the hegemony, he wanted to make her look back in this life, again and again, and even put down her body and let her follow him, but she refused again and again.

From the time Bei Mo Ling fell into her arms, she felt that the sword had also penetrated her heart, fear had overwhelmed her senses, and she cried bitterly as she listened to his tender words.

If there was no threat to forced marriage, no life and death parting, she would have told him what was in her heart, and she didn't want him to wait any longer, but at this moment, her throat was like a sword piercing, and she couldn't say a word in pain.