Qiao Fan didn't expect that under his serious injury, he couldn't even catch Ning Yichen's blow.

When she saw that Wen Shuyan was powerless to resist anymore, she wanted to go up and help.

The sword arrived, blocking Ning Yichen's attack.

The wound that could be cracked made her unable to hold her sword tightly.

When Qiao Fan saw Ning Yichen's sword change direction, he already knew how to dodge or catch up.

If she wasn't hurt, she could do it, whether she was dodging or taking the blow.

But now that she was seriously injured, she could only watch Ning Yichen indifferently stab the sword into her heart.

That's what angina feels like......

Qiao Huan had no strength, his long eyelashes fluttered, and he closed his eyes.

"Illusion!"

"Miss Joe!"

Ning Yichen let go of his hand and hurriedly hugged Qiao Huan.

Wen Shuyan also wanted to catch Qiao Huan, but he was still a step too late.

Qiao Huan fell into Ning Yichen's arms, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Phantom, you'll be fine, don't close your eyes......" Ning Yichen's voice trembled, and he continued to convey internal force to the past.

Qiao Huan's eyelashes trembled slightly, holding his last breath, and said weakly: "I killed your father, and now ...... Now you have taken your revenge, let them go, let them go......"

"Don't say it, you won't die, you won't die!" Ning Yichen sensed the fainter and weaker breath of the person in his arms, and a powerless despair spread from the bottom of his heart.

In just one day, he lost everything.

The Demon Cult fell, his father was killed, and his beloved was killed by his own hands.

Now that Fang Zhiyuan is dead, Qiao Huan is dead, and his father's revenge has been avenged.

But he was even more miserable.

Ning Yichen lowered his head and kissed Qiao Huan's lips, which were originally warm, but now they became cold.

He got up, hugged Qiao Huan, and walked back to the Demon Sect step by step.

Lonely and lonely back, in front of him is the empty Demon Sect, and behind him are the corpses of former relatives and friends.

And he, holding his beloved, returned to endless desolation.

……

After seeing Ning Yichen enter the Demon Sect, Yu Meiren walked up to Wen Shuyan and asked, "What's wrong with Qiao Huan?" How was it taken away by Ning Yichen? ”

She hid after listening to Qiao Huan's words, and never dared to show her head, and waited for a long time before she stretched out her head to take a look, and saw Ning Yichen leaving with Qiao Fan in her arms.

Wen Shuyan sat on the ground, his brocade blue clothes were tattered like a beggar, and he said in a low voice: "Miss Qiao blocked a sword for me, and it has been ...... Deceased. ”

"What?!" Yu Meiren couldn't believe it, "Doesn't Ning Yichen like Qiao Fan?" How could he kill her? ”

Wen Shuyan said: "The revenge of killing the father, the revenge of destroying the door...... No matter how much you like it, you can't get over this hurdle. What about the Fang Alliance Leader? Really dead? ”

"It's really dead." Poppies.

The two fell silent together, and it didn't take long for Ning Yichen to come out again.

The two immediately became nervous, Wen Shuyan was seriously injured, and Yu Meiren's martial arts skills were too low, and they couldn't beat Ning Yichen together.

However, Ning Yichen didn't even look at them, but just brought back the corpses of the Demon Sect people.

There are still some subordinates in the Demon Sect who followed Ning Yichen out to clean up the battlefield.

People on both sides did not communicate, and silently did their own thing.

The sky changed and the wind blew.

Yu Meiren helped Wen Shuyan up, and the two also left here.

The pouring rain fell suddenly, and the poppy suddenly looked back at the Demon Sect.

The originally magnificent Demon Sect seemed to be swaying with the wind in the rain, crumbling as if it had been swayed.

After that, there was no more demonic cult.

There is no more Ning Shao Lord.

No more Qiao Fan.