At the same time as she released the arrow, the clone Ming Yanwei suddenly turned over, opened the bow, and between her arms, a silver streamer appeared on the bow of the god of love.

Whether it is the real world or infinite space, Ming Yanwei is an extremely proud person in her bones, except for facing Zhang Heng, no one will let her stand still at any time, even in the face of herself. Therefore, despite knowing that he would die for a lifetime, the clone did not hesitate to launch a Jedi counterattack.

Of course, the clone Ming Yanwei herself knows very well that the probability of her counterattack success will not exceed one percent, and the biggest result is that when her arrow has not left the string, she has already been pierced through the heart by the main body, that is, she has no time to shoot this arrow.

"Poof"

Blood splatters, flesh and blood flying.

"Snort"

A silver stream of light flashed out, hitting Ming Yanwei with precision.

"You-"

The exclamations of the two Ming Smoke Roses rang out at the same time. One was full of unbelievable shock, the other full of unexpected surprise.

After the exclamation, the scene suddenly fell silent. Because the field has undergone earth-shattering changes.

At this moment, Ming Yanwei, Zhang Heng, and the clone Ming Yanwei, three people, two were seriously injured, one person retreated, and only one person who could stand was left - the clone Ming Yanwei.

She stared at Zhang Heng deadly, her eyes were full of shock, but Zhang Heng fell to the ground, a big hole was opened in his chest, and he was vomiting blood, a dark blue arrow, slowly dissolving into his wound, it was Ming Yanwei's unique arrow, the arrow of Kwai Shui.

Mingyan Wei was half-kneeling in the water, and a small silver arrow was all submerged in her right chest, leaving only a little tail feather outside. Because the counterattack time was extremely short, the silver flame on the arrow was not triggered, otherwise with this arrow, Ming Yanwei would have no bones left at this moment.

"Yes。。。。。。 I'm sorry! The blood in Zhang Heng's mouth spit out as if he didn't want money, in just a few breaths, the blood had already dyed most of his body red, even if he opened the gene lock to automatically close the wound, the power of Kwai Shui could erode into it again, and the heavy injury to his lungs made it extremely difficult for him to speak, "I know she is now a demon team。。。。。。 But I can't。。。。。。 Watch her die。。。。。。 Because of me, she's 。。。。。。 Died once。。。。。。 ”

In the line between life and death just now, Zhang Heng actually rushed out of the diagonal stab and blocked Ming Yanwei's fatal arrow, which made the clone Ming Yanwei's counterattack hit Ming Yanwei hard. Ming Yanwei's premonition talent was very powerful, even in the face of a fourth-order powerhouse, it was just as accurate, but Zhang Heng was forced into the battle group from the side, so he was not expected.

Hearing Zhang Heng's words, the two Ming Yanwei suddenly realized. Zhang Heng tried to atone for his cowardice in this way, in the face of danger before, he shamefully chose to escape, leaving Ming Yanwei alone to bear the humiliation and pain, and now, when faced with the choice of life and death again, he finally did not escape, but blocked this fatal blow for her without hesitation - even if she was still standing in the position of the enemy, even if this arrow was shot by her own hands, but she who was about to die was also called Ming Yanwei, Ming Yanwei, who has the same memory and the same emotion, this is enough.

- In any case, she can't be allowed to die in front of her.

This was the moment of life and death, the only thought in Zhang Heng's heart.

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"Zhang Heng, this idiot!" Xiao Honglu scolded, "I'm really not afraid of god-like opponents, I'm afraid of pig-like teammates!" "Because of Amya's bombardment, the strength of the demon team's mental power shielding suddenly decreased, and Zhan Lan began to have a clear upper hand, and could already use scanning and psychic chains in a small area. As the core combat force of the Zhongzhou team, Ming Yanwei will naturally be closely watched. Using Zhang Heng to attract the clone Ming Yanwei, and then ending it with an arrow from the body, this was originally a perfect tactical layout, but what no one expected was that the person who destroyed her tactical layout was actually Zhang Heng.

To a certain extent, Zhang Heng's courage did make him get his wish, if it weren't for him, the clone Ming Yanwei would definitely die, but because of his intervention, now Ming Yanwei is in great danger. You know, if you are locked by a melee fighter such as a warrior, you may still have the possibility of survival, but if you are locked by an archer, especially an archer with a premonition talent, you are basically dead. What's more serious is that the already precarious situation of the Middle-earth team is now even more dangerous after his mixing.

"What should I do?" Zhan Lan's face turned pale, as if she was talking to herself, and as if she was asking a question.

"There's no way." Xiao Honglu said dejectedly, "In this situation, no one can get involved in the battle between them。。。。。。 Whether it is life or death, you can only look at Ming Yanwei's own. ”

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"If you could have had this kind of responsibility, if you hadn't left me and fled, how would we have come to this point?" The clone Ming Yanwei muttered with tears in her eyes, "It's too late, Zhang Heng, it's too late。。。。。。 ”

Zhang Heng lowered his head in dismay. At this moment, his heart is really more painful than a thousand cuts.

Clone Ming Yanwei closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, the sadness, pain, complexity, and shock in her eyes were gone.

All that was left was killing intent.

The bow of Eros slowly opened, and the qi locked onto Ming Yanwei.

Mingyanwei grabbed the tail feather of the silver arrow with her left hand, and was pulling it out little by little. The intense pain covered her smooth forehead with cold sweat, and her pale face showed a desperate poignant.

looked at Zhang Heng, and then at Ming Yanwei, the clone Ming Yanwei suddenly showed a relieved smile on his face, and murmured softly: "We can't go back to the past。。。。。。 From the moment he fled, I was dead。。。。。。 So, let's die together, only death can truly end everything, there will never be any more accidents to tear us apart, there will be no more pain and resentment, and everything that was past will come to naught, so come free with me。。。。。。 ”

A silver flame appeared on the bowstring, burning more and more fiercely, burning brighter and brighter, and as the bowstring slowly opened, the flame began to spin and flow forward in a graceful liquid attitude, until when it touched the back of the bow, a dazzling arrow flowing with silver brilliance finally condensed and formed.

"Wei, don't 。。。。。。" Zhang Heng's cry was interrupted by a sudden spit of blood, and he tried to stand up, but failed.

Finally, he took a deep look at Zhang Heng, and the clone Ming Yanwei slowly closed his eyes: "Goodbye!" ”

A silver glow shone across the room.

Almost at the same time, another dark blue shadow vanished.

"Boom"

One figure was thrown far away until it hit the other, and then both figures fell to the ground together.

And in the direction where they fell out, the clone Ming Yanwei still maintained the posture of shooting arrows with a bow, but in her heart, there was an extra dark blue arrow of sunflower water.

The two figures who fell to the ground jumped up, no, it should have been the figure that was knocked down and got up when they landed, supporting the figure that hit her.

The figure that was knocked down was Ming Yanwei, and the figure that bumped into her was Zhang Heng.

Most of Zhang Heng's waist and abdomen were dissolved under the silver flames, leaving only a little flesh and blood connected to his body, because of the gene lock, he was not dead for a while, just looked at the replicator Ming Yanwei, struggled and said, "I can't 。。。。。。 Watch you die。。。。。。 Nor can it 。。。。。。 Watch her die。。。。。。 ”

The nimbalistic arrow of the clone Ming Yanwei was once again blocked by Zhang Heng with his own body. And Ming Yanwei, who was fighting back, seized this fleeting opportunity to pierce her heart with one arrow.

looked at Zhang Heng in a dying state blankly, two lines of tears suddenly flowed from the corners of the clone Ming Yanwei's eyes, and together with the red blood, silently dripped on her placket, dyed into a little plum blossom; She wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, blood kept pouring up and running down the corners of her mouth, so that she couldn't say a word.

She looked at Zhang Heng like this, the pain and hatred in her eyes gradually faded, and a complicated smile with joy gradually rose, slowly, until her eyes finally lost their brilliance.

The blood in Zhang Heng's mouth kept flowing outward, mixed with fragments of internal organs from time to time, his consciousness had gradually blurred, but he still kept struggling and asked, "。。。。。。 Wei 。。。。。。 You still 。。。。。。 Hate me? ”

Ming Yanwei hugged his gradually cold body, and said slowly but firmly: "From the beginning of meeting in the curse, I will no longer hate you," paused: "Of course, I don't love you anymore。。。。。。 Between us, we are childhood friends and partners who fight side by side. ”

Zhang Heng's voice gradually deepened: "。。。。。。 Such...... That's fine。。。。。。 At the very least, we 。。。。。。 It's OK...... Become friends。。。。。。 I've 。。。。。。 I'm having fun。。。。。。 ”

Looking at this man who had once made her extremely loved and hated, Ming Yanwei's heart ached slightly, but she still held his hand tightly: "Yes, forever friend。。。。。。 Forever partners. ”

Zhang Heng's eyes couldn't see anything anymore, the numbness and coldness had spread to his chest, but there was a relaxed smile on his face, looking extremely relieved, he muttered: "。。。。。。 How many 。。。。。。 Day and night...... I'm here...... In pain。。。。。。 Struggle...... Today...... Finally...... OK...... Let go of everything。。。。。。 。。。。。。 well Get some sleep。。。。。。 Don't be resurrected。。。。。。 Don't bother me。。。。。。 Let me...... 。。。。。。 well Rest...... I really...... I'm so tired。。。。。。 ”

muttering weakly like this, Zhang Heng finally lost his life.