Yun Yan stood outside the door of the inner hall, and suddenly heard a sharp and high-pitched cry from inside, which made people's hearts tremble.

He subconsciously pushed the door open and ran in.

I saw Mo Qian sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and the green spirit in front of him was half-lying on him, his shoulders shaking up and down violently.

He hesitated and took a few steps forward, slowly squatting down beside Qing Ling.

"What's wrong?"

When he opened his mouth to inquire, his eyes were caught by two long swords on the ground.

Among them, the divine sword with a bright body and a green light was no different from the Qingyun Sword mentioned in his brother's mouth.

Is this what it is...... Qingyun Sword?

Qing Ling didn't seem to be completely aware of the person next to him, and lay on his master's gradually cold chest and cried bitterly.

She doesn't want the ability to do whatever she wants! Don't be wanton and willful!

She would rather be confined to the lonely lamp for the rest of her life, without anyone to accompany her, and die miserable, just in exchange for no relatives to die in front of her eyes!

Why, they all have to leave her?

Why, do they all think that their sacrifice can be exchanged for her happiness?

No one ever asked her what she wanted!

None of them understood what she wanted......

Outside the hall, the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder and louder.

Qing Ling's cry finally alarmed the soldiers guarding outside, and at this time, they each took their weapons and hurried to the depths of the Tang Court.

Qing Ling slowly raised his head, his face covered with tears, revealing a murderous intent.

She spun to her feet, a pair of golden-red demon pupils looking at the door, just in front of the intruding guards.

The leading general was startled by the sudden addition of two people in the inner hall, and waved his knife and asked, "Who is it!" ”

While commanding his subordinates, "Take it for me!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he only felt two completely opposite forces rushing towards him, and the subordinates around him were knocked out with a "bang", but he was pulled into the hall by another completely irresistible force.

When he came back to his senses, he met a pair of eyes that made him frightened.

Qing Ling grabbed the leader's placket and said sharply, "Where are they, my senior brother?" ”

Tears were still on her face at this time, her expression was mixed with sadness and cruelty, but the divine power she carried was beyond the scope that ordinary people could imagine. Rao is general can be regarded as a person who has experienced a hundred battles, but he only felt that the situation in front of him had not been seen in his life, and he couldn't help but stammer, and said, "You...... You are ......"

Qing Ling suddenly lost his patience, and his fingertips gathered his strength, and he also struck the man out with gravity.

Her mind was in a state of confusion, she looked down at her hands, then at her master, and big tears fell again, urging her divine power to erect an enchantment around Mo Qian's body.

The light of the barrier lit up, but the glow of the other part of the hall dimmed.

Qing Ling raised his eyes, only to realize that Yun Yan had stood aside at some point, holding Qingyun and Xuan Ting in his left and right hands.

The divine soldiers handed down from ancient times have some recognition of the master, and among them, the Qingyun Sword is the most tricky.

Qing Ling didn't have time to investigate why Yun Yan had the ability to hold these two sharp weapons for a while, so he only stared at him coldly and roared, "I advise you not to force me to do it with you in this place!" Otherwise, no matter who you are, I will want you to die without a place to bury! ”

Yun Yan held the two divine swords, and the spiritual power interacted, and he felt that the Xuanting Sword in his right hand was quite easy to hold, while the Qingyun Sword in his left hand seemed to have the intention of breaking free, and he needed to suppress it with divine power from time to time.

He smiled as if he didn't care, and said to Qing Ling: "Emperor Ji is serious. I just want to borrow your blade to play and have fun, how can I force you to do it? ”

As he spoke, his figure flashed quickly and disappeared outside the door in an instant.

Qing Ling had seen the strength of this Liyang prince, and knew that his cultivation was by no means like his words and seemed to be improper, and under the rapid turn of his mind, his anger increased wildly, and he shouted violently, and chased after him.

At this time, Tang Ting had been blocked by the defenders who received the signal and chased after them.

When Qing Ling chased to the main gate of Tangting, he saw the heavily armored soldiers of the brigade rushing in with weapons, trampling the delicate vine canal begonias under his feet.

Her pupils shrank, the heat in her blood steamed, she paused, and waved her palm to unseal the organ.

The weapon that I have been familiar with since I was a child, but now in my hand, I can feel the strength that I have never felt before......

Under her fingertips, a series of loud piano sounds vibrated between the Ganyuan Valley, and a sound screen was formed from top to bottom, enveloping the entire Huaqing Peak.

With another flick, countless sound blades shot out like a rain of arrows, wave after wave, like an angry surging blow to the shore, and wherever they passed, a tide of red blood was slapped!

Outside the Tang Court, the wails suddenly increased, one after another.

The blood sprayed on the vine canal begonia is even redder than the fire-like flower!

Yun Yan at the other end of the flower bush had no choice but to stop, using his divine power to defend himself and resist the attack of the sound blade that came from behind.

The left hand hurt in the tiger's mouth, and it felt like it was being torn. The next moment, he turned around and looked, and the Qingyun Sword that was originally in his hand turned into a blue light, converging in the direction it came.

The woman standing under the eaves, her silk skirt fluttering, her skin beating the snow, and a pair of bewildering golden-red eyes looked at her. The moment he raised his hand, he had already put that blue light into his palm.

In the blink of an eye, she flew up, turned her palm into a claw with one hand, pulled Yun Yan with divine power, and twisted her wrist in the air with the other hand, and the Qingyun Sword she held tightly pointed directly at Yun Yan's chest, and stabbed it quickly.

Yun Yan saw Qing Ling's move in the inner hall just now, and she noticed the change in her cultivation.

On the night of the Centennial Festival, he went on a tour of the garden with her. At that time, I only felt that her divine power was weak, and she couldn't cope with even the simplest obstacle, and she staggered and fell at every turn. This time, she was half-forced、All the way to Chongwu、He also secretly probed her divine power。 Although it is a little better than before, it is almost negligible.

However, the woman who attacked in front of him at this moment seemed to have been reborn, and she had turned into a fierce killer.

Yun Yan couldn't understand that even if the Moqian Holy Monarch in the inner hall just now had cultivated all his life, the power of the Qing Ling would not have skyrocketed to such a state in a short period of time!

In a moment of his trance, the Qingyun Sword had already pressed to his chest. The powerful divine power easily broke through his defenses, wrenched into his chest through the air, and drilled a sharp pain.

Yun Yan subconsciously took a step back, flipped his right wrist, and swung out the Xuan Thunder, blocking Qingyun's sword blade.

Listening to a loud "bang", the interaction between the two divine soldiers aroused a strong collision, and the glow of spiritual power overflowed layer by layer, brushing through the surrounding blood-stained vines and begonias, and cutting off petals flew down like rain in the sky.

Qing Ling's anger grew in his heart.

She couldn't tolerate Luo Yao's blade being held in the hands of the person in front of her, and it became a sharp weapon against herself.

It stands to reason that Xuan Ting also recognizes the Lord, and he should be more obedient to himself who has had a skin-to-skin relationship with Luo Yao and a husband and wife. But why, after being called repeatedly, I can't get an answer?

She raised her eyes, stared at Yun Yan fiercely, gritted her teeth and said, "Give me back the Xuanting Sword!" Otherwise, you don't want to leave Chongwu alive. ”

Months of torment, desperate despair, have already corroded the wound that was on her heart after Luo Yao's death, and it is more and more bloody. Now that the master has passed away, he has removed the last restraint that pressed on the wound.

Qing Ling stared at the Lieyang man in front of him, and suddenly couldn't help but cry.

If it weren't for Lieyang's southern invasion that year, she wouldn't have exposed her identity in Xianxia Pass, wouldn't have gone to Suzaku Palace, and wouldn't have left Chongwu!

Why is she so stupid? Why did you leave Chonggo?

Why did you betray the teacher for the sake of Mu Chen?

Why?

Yun Yan looked at the tear-stained woman in front of her, and saw that her expression was sometimes fierce and sometimes terrified, and her eyes looked with a kind of paranoid toughness at first glance, but when she looked at it again, she was endlessly confused.

His heart, for no reason, was filled with a slight pain.

He smiled, retracted his momentum slightly, and said, "Okay, you give me the Qingyun Sword, and I will give you the Xuanting Sword." ”

Qing Ling's heart was full of sorrow and anger at this time, where could he see Yun Yan's rogue attitude?

How could he know what kind of man the sword he held in his hand once belonged to? And under what circumstances did that man give his wife the only hope he had left?

So, before Yun Yan's words fell, a blue light had already hit his face.

He hurriedly dodged sideways, but he couldn't resist the blow of the other party's monstrous anger, and his left shoulder suddenly felt a hot and sharp pain, and the braid that swept in the air was also cut off a large part.

Warm blood gushed out immediately.

Yun Yan raised his left hand in pain, twisted the trick to erect a barrier, and in a hurry, he saw Qing Ling rise up, raise his sword again, and his golden eyes were completely determined and murderous.

Mortal murderous ......

Yun Yan's mind was in a hurry, and the more he looked behind Qing Ling, he shouted, "Your senior brother has been captured!" ”

Sure enough, Qing Ling heard the sound, the offensive was abrupt, and he turned around and looked behind him.

Everywhere you look, it's empty.

Damn it!

That person was too astute, and when he heard the question she had just asked the general in the inner hall, he understood that she was looking for her senior brother, so how could she not turn back?

Damn it!

When Qing Ling turned around again, in addition to a puddle of blood sprayed on the ground and a truncated braid, where was Yun Yan's figure?

Outside the Tang Court, there was a mess, and there was a silence like death.

The familiar mountain breeze blew gently, but it could no longer shake the blood-stained vines and begonias.

The memories of hiding in the begonia bushes in order to avoid schoolwork when I was a child are so distant and so vague.

It's as if it actually belongs to another person......

Here, she once had the most childish and innocent ideals, fantasizing that she could become a powerful person like Master without having to study boring homework.

Here, she also sincerely resented the master, hated him for being harsh to herself, and punished herself for grounding.

At that time, she thought that it would be great if one day she could leave Chongwu and go to the world free and unrestrained!

Now these wishes have come true.

But why, a heart does not have the slightest joy, but on the contrary, the pain is terrible?

Those who had come here to find her, persuade her, and coax her, one by one, all left her.

And the people who had made her give up all this, regardless of following the end of the world, became the source of her lifelong pain......

The wind echoing in the valley and Ganyuan curls up, like a bitter music of parting, and the partiality is endless.

Qing Ling's body softened as if he had been drained of strength, and with his long sword in one hand, he slowly knelt down among the flowers that exuded a bloody aura, buried his head, and cried out in a howl.