"No!can't be!Ling'er!You can't leave me!!"

Zhang Qianchou's expression at this moment is quite rich, sad, angry, and mournful, complex and short.

He wanted to step forward and snatch Ling'er back, but Ling'er responded to him with a decisive look:

"You take another step! I will die in front of you!" she put an arrow to her neck, and it was only a fraction of a second before it could penetrate her throat.

Ling'er knew that Zhang Qianchou cared about herself very much, so she forced her to die.

Zhang Qianchou stopped his pace, he had never seen Ling'er like this, but he didn't dare to mess around, and at the same time, he also knew that Ling'er did what he said, if he stepped forward to stop it, Ling'er would really die in front of him.

"Ling'er...... Ling'er ...... Don't leave me...... I... I've lost your mother...... I can't afford to lose you anymore........."

Zhang Qian was anxious and helpless, so he had to kneel on the ground and plead bitterly. The crowd heard a cry in his words.

But Ling'er walked quite resolutely, and he didn't look at Zhang Qianchou who was kneeling on the ground.

Her wings flapped, and she flew into the sky with thousands of Protoss.

The storm clouds hovering over the high platform faded away, and the clouds were light and the wind was light, and they disappeared into the night horizon.

They came and went in a hurry, and when they came, they brought a white cloud to the night sky; When he went, he took away the hope that Zhang Qianchou relied on to survive.

Until Ling'er left and disappeared, Zhang Qianchou, who had been silent for a long time, finally cried, he beat his chest and cried like a child who had done something wrong.

"Ling'er!!Woo woo woo!Yu Lian! Look at Zhang Qianchou I'm sorry for you!!"

At this moment, Zhang Qianchou has never regretted it. If he could do it all over again, he would rather give up the false name of a sword master and a sword saint, and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests with his beloved woman, a family of three, happy and happy.........

"I hate !!"

Looking at the person crying so embarrassed in front of him, where is there still the momentum of the former "Tianji Sword Saint"?

Everyone looked at each other, at a loss, until the sound of Mingjin retreating from the battlefield came from the battlefield, and everyone woke up.

"Hey, brother, the war is over. Shi Yuanxuan was the fastest to react, he went over and patted Mo Jianjun on the shoulder, and said:

"Your brothers are still waiting for you to celebrate. ”

"Hmmm......"

Mo Jianjun nodded, he looked at the wolf smoke battlefield under the high platform, the corpses were horrified, the blood flowed like a river, the Huangtian soldiers stepped on the corpses, their faces were mixed with the loss of their comrades and the victory of the war, and the bright red "Huangtian" military flag was still standing in the battlefield, fluttering in the wind.

"The blood has flowed in Shuozhou for fifteen years, just like nine natural disasters. Bai Yilin looked at the battlefield, sighed faintly, and then tore off the blood-stained sleeve.

In his eyes, the war will always be so tragic, no matter who wins or loses, it will be a disaster for the people of Shuozhou.

Stopping fighting is martial arts, which was taught to him by the sages of the Bai family. The young and frivolous Bai Yilin understands it as: "Stopping Ge is martial arts, and the word "wu" is composed of the words "stop" and "ge", and "stopping" is "wu"!

It's a superficial understanding, but this is also Bai Yilin's lifelong pursuit. He fantasized that one day he would be able to spread the Bai clan's spirit of stopping the war throughout the land of Shuozhou and quell the war.

"Boy, don't be sad," Shi Yuanxuan patted Bai Yilin's shoulder, "You are a descendant of the Bai family, it's not okay to be so sentimental." As he spoke, he patted the wine jug on his waist again, suggesting that Bai Yilin glanced at it.

"Go while it's cool. Bai Yilin said angrily, and went to Wang Ming, he was more interested in how to deal with Yuan Yifan than a boring celebration banquet.

Yuan Yifan is a well-known "demon" in Shuozhou, with a lot of blood debts, and he must not let him die easily.

Silence soon returned to the sacrificial platform.

A gust of wind blew, stirring the hair on the young man's forehead, and suddenly, a shadow flashed into the young man's sight.

"Brother Fu Cang, are you okay?" Nangong Yue stood behind him, her eyebrows and eyes filled with joy. "It's been a long time, Yue'er misses you. She walked away in small steps, and her cheerful steps were like that of a little girl.

"Brother Fu Cang?" Nangong Yue came to Fu Cang, but Fu Cang didn't pay attention to her.

"What's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong?" Nangong Yue stared at Fu Cang with a pair of bright eyes, and after looking at it for a while, she found that Fu Cang's expression was sluggish, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul.

Nangong Yue's eyes wandered, and she seemed to think of something.

"Oh! I see, you're thinking about that woman just now, right?" Suddenly, she turned her head, puffed out her cheeks, and said dissatisfiedly: "Isn't it just a girl from the Feather God Clan? ”

After she finished speaking, she didn't look back, as if waiting for Fu Cang's reply. But what she was waiting for was Fu Cang's rude movements-

Fu Cang hugged her from behind and threw herself to the ground!

"Streaming ........."

Nangong Yue's words came to an abrupt end, and just where she was standing, a huge arc of sword qi swept over! If it wasn't for Fu Cang pounced on her, she would probably be split in two by this sword qi!

"Boom!!"

Where the sword qi invaded, a huge pit was struck!

In the midst of the smoke and dust, Fu Cang shouted: "Everyone, be careful!

"Crazy?"

That's right! It's crazy! Fu Cang has been paying attention to Zhang Qianchou just now, combined with Zhang Qianchou's grief-stricken facial expression, as well as Zhang Qianchou's bizarre and violent personality, Fu Cang definitely has reason to suspect that Zhang Qianchou will lose control of his emotions!

Another sudden sword aura confirmed Fu Cang's thoughts.

The sword qi slashed at the waist, and in the blink of an eye, it slashed in front of Fu Cang's eyes, and in a moment, Fu Cang's body pressed down hard.

"Ah?......" Nangong Yue's soft delicate body was pressed by Fu Cang like this, and she suddenly felt a burst of tightness in her chest, and masculinity rushed to her face, hitting her heart and beating violently.

"Whew!"

The sword qi swept over Fu Cang, if Fu Cang didn't dodge quickly, I am afraid that he would also be killed on the spot by the sword qi!

"Ahh

"Ling'er!!, why don't you stop them from taking Ling'er away?!" His shouts were full of unwillingness and madness, as if he was asking the heavens, as if he was asking everyone, but these were no longer important.

The entire high platform was slaughtered, and the sword qi was floating everywhere, like a raging storm invading the four directions!

Where can the power of the Sword Saint of the Soul Cultivation Realm be ignored?

Mo Jianjun hurriedly condensed his whole body to cultivate to block these fluttering sword qi, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Cang and Nangong Yue who were lying on the ground.

Judging from the situation of the two of them, there was no way to stop Zhang Qianchou's sword qi in an instant.

After a few thoughts, Mo Jianjun withdrew the Xuan Qi and protected it, and rushed to Fu Cang!

"Yilin, Yuan Xuan!!Come and help me!"

Mo Jianjun shouted and blocked in front of Fu Cang, and with a wave of his arm, a transparent Xuan Qi barrier wall was in front of him out of thin air!

The origin of this Xuanqi wall is not simple. It is the derivative technique of the Xuanlong Gong of the Huangtian City's unique mental method! It can withstand the power of ten thousand jun and block the five elements element, which is also the reason why Mo Jianjun is the commander-in-chief, but he dares to go into battle to kill the enemy in person.

He's got more than that.

"Bang!!"

The first sword qi struck, and the power of the Sword Saint of the Soul Cultivation Realm slashed down on the Xuanqi wall with a single blow, and the Xuanqi wall trembled for a while, but it was still intact!

The second sword qi slashed! There was another muffled sound, and the sword qi canceled out again, but cracks appeared in the Xuan Qi wall that were visible to the naked eye...

And at this moment, the third sword qi attacked! This sword qi was bigger and stronger than the previous two, if it hit, I am afraid it would be shattered on the spot!

Mo Jianjun didn't dare to slack off, and immediately used up the last wisp of Xuan Qi to repair the cracks in the Xuan Qi Wall!

"Brother Jun, I'm here to help you!"

Bai Yilin sketched with a brush, and the word "seal" flashed with dazzling golden light in mid-air, and at the same time quickly blocked in front of Mo Jianjun's Xuanqi wall. And Shi Yuanxuan is not far behind, when his Xuan Qi is running, a move to condense the Xuan Qi of the whole body will come out!

The three moves were in front of Mo Jianjun layer by layer, although he knew that this might be a mantis arm as a car, but he had to do it!

The sword qi was like a sharp blade, slashing down on the "Dragon Lance", and the strength in the middle of the realm could not be stopped at all.

"Dragon Lance", broken!

"Hold it off for me!"

After the dragon spear was broken, Bai Yilin's sealing technique bore the brunt, he gritted his teeth to control the output of Xuan Qi, this "sealing word trick" became worthy of a ground-level combat skill, in the face of such a strength gap, the "sealing word trick" actually weakened the power of the sword qi.

However, it was only slightly weakened, and the power of the sword qi was still unstoppable.

"Seal the word", broken!

"It's all up to you! hold me !!."

Sensing that the power of the sword qi was weakened, Mo Jianjun seemed to see life! He shouted, and the Xuan Qi in his body surged out.

However, the results were far from expected.

The power of the huge sword qi was far beyond imagination.

"Bang!!"

With a crisp and piercing cracking sound, the Xuan Qi wall was completely shattered, and that sword qi passed through Mo Jianjun's body, slashing directly at the few people he was protecting behind him!

"Ahh

"Poof!"

Blood, like flowers, bloomed in the night sky.

The sword qi exploded in the middle of the crowd, throwing Mo Jianjun and the others into the air, among which Fu Cang's cultivation was the worst, and his injuries were also the most serious.

Zhang Qianchou's sword cleaved all the mystical qi and elements in the meridians in Fu Cang's body. Now Fu Cang's body was a mess, and the earth element, wind element, and Xuan Qi were mixed together, and it was chaotic.

But Fu Cang didn't have time to pay attention to these. Zhang Qianchou was walking towards him step by step with a long sword.

"Why?Why don't you save Ling'er??!"

Zhang Qianchou pointed at Fu Cang, his eyes had no previous momentum, only confusion and confusion were left - his mind was already confused.

"You know that Ling'er cares about you, if you open your mouth, you will definitely be able to keep Ling'er! Why don't you keep her?!"

Zhang Qianchou thought that it was Fu Cang's fault, he thought that if Fu Cang was willing to stay, Ling'er would definitely stay!

"Why?!"

He shouted angrily, and a sword swung out, and a sword pierced Fu Cang's right shoulder!

"Fu Cang!!"

Everyone shouted loudly, they couldn't understand, didn't Zhang Qianchou regard Fu Cang as an apprentice just now?

Tiger poison does not eat children, even if Zhang Qianchou goes crazy, he can't hurt his apprentice!

His arm was pierced, blood gushed out, and his clothes were spilled, and the pain in his heart almost made Fu Cang faint, and his forehead was covered with sweat. But Fu Cang laughed out loud at this time.

"Hahaha! You are really a wreck!

"Do you have the courage to say it again!!" Zhang Qianchou's beast-like eyes lit up with rage, and he raised his hand and pierced Fu Cang's left shoulder with another sword!