There was a huge scream from the crowd. Wild Sand Literature Network

And Su Qing's triumphant laughter sounded on the high platform.

No one expected that the woman named Su Qing was so ruthless that she actually burned Zhu Luan's eyes with blood!

Duan Lizheng's eyes were split under the high platform, but what they didn't expect was that the Xiliang Sword Saint suppressed the true yuan on Zhu Luan at the moment when Su Qing made a move

Xiliang Sword Saint frowned, looking at his daughter on the high platform, a trace of fluctuation appeared in his eyes, he didn't expect Su Qing to shoot at the girl's eyes.

"What's wrong with that girl?"

At this moment, Empress Sima's voice sounded, and Dugu Jian's eyes once again returned to the ancient well.

"It's burning to the eye!" Princess An Ning on the side was also screaming, but the fingers covering her eyes opened slightly, revealing a pair of curious eyes, "Is that woman blind?" ”

How is she?

Duan Lizheng's clenched fist squeaked, and the Xuezhai monk on the other side was also asking, he was exhausted from holding down Song Huaizhu.

At this point, everyone is asking.

How is she?

Even though Duan Lizheng knew that Zhu Luan had a special physique, if other parts were burned to him, he wouldn't have anything, but everyone knew that the eyes were the most vulnerable position in people!

That's the eyes.

The cultivator is not a vajra is not bad, even if an ordinary spark splashes in his eyes, the consequences are unimaginable, not to mention the flame in Su Qing's hand.

Duan Lizheng looked down on this Xiliang woman again, but he also knew that Su Qing's burning blood was the real thing.

It was very similar to the fire that Zhu Luan had spit out before he had seen, and the edges were faintly bright.

That time, she accidentally spit blood on him, and although she helped him extinguish it in time, Duan Lizheng returned home later and found that there was a slight ulcer on the surface of his skin.

You must know that he is in the middle stage of the ascension that has been quenched.

How dangerous is it at this time...... Duan Lizheng suddenly felt the placket on his back tighten, and he turned around in shock to see the handsome young man whose lips were bitten and bleeding.

It's Zhu Rong.

He was followed by Zhu Yue, whose shoes were squeezed out.

Juzi has the right of priority to watch, and Zhu Rong and the two of them squeezed in from the crowd behind at this time.

Duan Lizheng and Zhu Rong were not familiar with each other, but it was the first time he had seen Zhu Rong like this.

Zhu Rong who fell in cold sweat.

From the inside to the outside, he was the most handsome young man in the world, but at this time, he had completely lost his spare time, and his eyes burned with fear that Li Zheng couldn't understand, and even his voice was trembling.

"How is she?"

The handsome boy seemed to recall something terrible, and there was a cry in his voice.

"I can't see ......"

"I don't feel anything......"

"What the hell is going on with her?"

How terrifying the power of the so-called burning bloodline is, no one in this world knows better than Zhu Rong.

Because it is clear, it is fearful.

Zhu Rong had never felt so helpless, and he had never hated his body so much, so that he could only see the fire flashing on the high platform, and he could only see the fire burning on Zhu Luan's face.

But no matter how much he can't see, he can't feel.

This feeling of powerlessness can really drive people crazy.

"Su Qing's blood entered Zhu Ying's eyes......" Hong Shan opened his mouth in a daze, and Zhu Rong was like being struck by lightning.

No one can say what happened to Zhu Luan, time seems to stand still, and no one knows what happened on the high platform.

And at this time, a crisp voice came from the high platform.

Duan Lizheng's eyes widened, and in his pupils, a bright sword light was reflected, reflecting a scene that broke the hearts of the teenagers.

Bang.

The naked sword fell from Zhu Luan's hand.

On the high platform, the slender girl covered her eyes and took a step back, then staggered down.

A violent wind surged in Song Huaizhu's misty eyes, and the scabbard on his waist quickly froze.

"Senior brother...... Take a look at ...... Look at ...... again."

Monk Xuezhai had indescribable pain and anger in his eyes, but he still held Song Huaizhu's hand holding the knife tightly.

"She doesn't admit defeat, and if someone interferes then she really loses."

Yes, they can only watch.

Duan Lizheng's fists creaked.

They are not Grand Masters.

No one can meddle like the Xiliang Sword Saint without leaving any clues. Because at this time, there is no one who can sanction the Xiliang Sword Saint.

If you want to grasp the current situation, you also need cultivators with higher realms.

They can only watch.

Watch the girl's injuries uncertain, watch the girl fight alone, watch this sordid battle where they don't know where it will go, watch her choices.

That's the reality of this world, the reality of this damn world, this ......

This......

Where is it?

It's noisy.

There are a lot of people.

There are a lot of them. Red.

It's red everywhere.

The world is also red.

The people around her were screaming in horror, Zhu Luan heard Su Qing's piercing laughter in her ears, heard the worried voices of Duan Lizheng and others, and felt Song Huaizhu's cold breath, but she had no time to take care of all this.

The Naked Sword slipped from her hand.

She knows.

But at this point, she was unable to retrieve her sword.

She squatted down with her eyes covered, not because of the pain in her eyes, nor because of the injury.

She only remembered that she was frozen in place by an extremely powerful force the moment she drew her sword, and then watched the burning blood flowing from Su Qing's body enter her eyes.

into her body.

returned to her body.

Then all the sensations left her.

It's hot.

The head hurts.

In the unimaginably severe headache, Zhu Luan squatted down, and then, in the palm of her own hand, blinked slowly.

In the bright red of her eyes, she saw a picture that she had never seen before.

This is, where?

This, when did it happen?

Where the hell was she, she had seen such a scene before.

The wind whistled in her ears, and the bright red of her eyes continued to fade into a dull crimson blood.

And in this light and shadow with a faint blood color, the scenery next to Zhu Luan began to change and regress rapidly.

A marquee-like figure passed by her, the light moving on the tall palace wall of thick crimson, and the sound of countless screams and roars of fighting died in the air.

Then, in the deepest part of the light and shadow, Zhu Luan saw the two figures, one large and one small.

On the black soil, riddled with broken arrows and soaked in blood, there was a girl with a scabbard on her back.

And beside her, there stood an even smaller shadow.

Zhu Luan looked at this scene in a daze.

She's seen it.

When Huizhou was dying, she saw that vague little shadow.

Then she saw the girl put the bloodied sword back into its scabbard and reach out to the shadow.

She saw the little boy take her hand, and watched the little girl take him like that, two figures, one big and one small, walking side by side on the blood-soaked wilderness.

Standing alone, always walking alone.

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