Leng Xie Dye saw his reflection in the other party's pupils, but at this moment, the brilliance dissipated little by little, and the hand holding the ice arrow did not move at all.

'Whew! The ice arrow was drawn and fell to the ground again.

And the only one who remained was so frightened that he didn't even notice the death of his companion.

Leng Yeran, who fell to the ground, looked at the dark sky, his eyes had now turned blood, his long bright red hair covered half of his face, and the sky seemed to have stars faintly twinkling in the dark night.

On the ground, it was as if a defeated demon had lost all its support.

The man in black finally came back to his senses, and in the next second, the fear in his eyes was replaced by a yin owl.

He staggered two steps, pulled out a long sword from a pile of corpses, and stabbed at the cold evil stain.

But the sword and sword avoided the vital point, as if to make Leng Xieran accept the greatest pain before he died.

Leng Evil Dye shrank into a ball, and there were already many sword marks on his body, but the man in black kicked it away, and Leng Evil Dye rolled not far away like a leaking balloon, and the man in black walked in front of Leng Evil Dye.

His hands clenched the hilt of his sword and stabbed him fiercely into the heart of the cold and evil stain.

"Die!" The man in black shouted. He will never forget that cold night, when his father and mother were killed by evil creatures.

This woman's bloody eyes and red hair are clearly a symbol of evil things! He hated, hated his own incompetence, was tightly protected by his father and mother in his arms but suffered from the harm of evil things, in the end, he survived, but, father and mother, but forever away from him!

He hated all the evil things, but those evil things were too strong, and he couldn't fight with his desperate cultivation, but today he let him encounter a defeated evil thing, how could he let it go? How can you let him go?

The revenge of killing the father is not shared!

Leng Evil closed her eyes in pain, why should she suffer such a sin?

Why should she bear all this?

Isn't she the cold evil dye from the Hou Mansion in the first place?

It's ridiculous that this man is so angry because of his identity as an 'evil thing', and that the world always kills things that are more powerful than him and fears......

I...... I hate it too!

The evil path is also the method of cultivation, and so is the spiritual power, although the two cannot be mixed together, but they still exist in this heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth can also accommodate it, but the world cannot!

No, it's not that it can't...... But don't dare!

Feeling the coldness of the ice sword piercing into his heart, his heart seemed to be broken......

shattered into ...... Two halves......

For her, it is, innumerable and half......

Somewhere on a cliff.

The man stood on the edge of the cliff, his silver pupils staring into the distance, and the flowers of the begonia were falling one after another, creating a beautiful picture, while the man was frowning.

"Ming Chumo."

Behind him, a man dressed in purple called softly.

The man, however, looked into the distance as if he hadn't heard, still frowning.

Xiao Yanjing was not angry, raised his hand, and a few gantang flowers fell into his hand, his purple eyes stared for a moment, but he sighed.

At the beginning, this man sealed the memory of cold evil staining and erased her strength, and said that he wanted her to choose the path again.

But now, the Gantang, which represents her vitality, is falling vigorously, and she is going to die......

Putting death and resurrection, perhaps, this choice still can't be as this man wishes.

The man on the edge of the cliff, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, his hands standing behind his back, slightly desolate.

Xiao Yanjing sneered, desolate? How could he see such a situation, it was crazy!