Shen Zhiyue frowned.

Ling Yaofeng pinched his fingers hard, and the beast bone turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared.

"I guess we've fallen into the realm created by the Caracal, and we're still alive." Ling Yaofeng's face was a little solemn.

Shen Zhiyue's sword had already reached Ling Yaofeng's neck, and the rain fell on the two, and the two were in a stalemate.

"Who are you?" Shen Zhiyue asked.

"I'm Ling Yaofeng, you fainted before, I saved you." Ling Yaofeng looked puzzled.

"Still lying to me?!" Shen Zhiyue directly took out the sword, this person was definitely not Ling Yaofeng.

Shen Zhiyue's body was still very weak, and Ling Yaofeng didn't even shoot out the gun, so he shot down the sword in Shen Zhiyue's hand.

Ling Yaofeng held Shen Zhiyue's wrist with both hands, and put her directly in front of the door, he leaned down and whispered in Shen Zhiyue's ear: "Yao Night Boat, leaving the Chuyuan baby here, his name is Shen Zhiyue, I hope he will escape this catastrophe, if there are well-wishers to take him in, it is the great grace of my clan, bow down." ”

Shen Zhiyue's eyes widened.

"Shen Zhiyue, do you remember, this is the village where you lived when you were a child, because of you, all the clansmen are trapped by the soul seal, and they spend every day with difficulty and hardship."

Ling Yaofeng's voice was cold, and there was a bit of demagogy.

"You're the one who hurt them."

"Who the hell are you? You are not Ling Yaofeng. Shen Zhiyue turned his face, wanting to see something in this person's eyes.

Ling Yaofeng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "No, I am Ling Yaofeng, believe it or not." ”

Splitting headaches! These days have been tormenting her with a strong feeling of discomfort from her body.

"Shen Zhiyue, why did you abandon us?"

"Why did Shen Zhiyue leave, you can save us!"

"Shen Zhiyue, Shen Zhiyue, Shen Zhiyue, ......"

She felt a thousand voices calling her name in her ears.

Ling Yaofeng let go of her, she hugged her head and squatted down in pain.

Shen Zhiyue was immediately lifted up again, and was pressed against her throat, and there was a pain in the dantian, and she felt that someone had cut her abdomen, and the sound of her fingers reaching into the crack and stirring the blood was mixed with constant shouting, and she felt that she was at the critical point of collapse.

She forced herself to open her eyes, and in front of her was the thin old man, his pupils were already cloudy, and he looked at herself without a look, and behind the old man was the shepherd boy, who was sitting not far away, playing with piccolo in his hand, looking at this side.

"I ...... Let's just say you...... You can't ...... Hiss" Shen Zhiyue couldn't help but gasp, she vomited a mouthful of blood, "It can't be...... Ling Yaofeng ......! ”

The shepherd boy glanced at the corners of his mouth, "So what?" You're going to die anyway. ”

Shen Zhiyue raised her head and looked at the shepherd boy, and a smile rose at the corner of her mouth, "I also want to thank you for helping me remember some things I forgot." ”

At this moment, the waves lit up with white light, from light to bright!

The waves came out of the sheath by themselves, and directly in front of Shen Zhiyue, the sword qi instantly bounced away the old man!

That's right, the sword mind that forces yourself to the critical point is one, people, if you don't be cruel to yourself, you never know how powerful you are.

"Oh, by the way, for a surprise for you." Shen Zhiyue held the hilt of the sword with her left hand, wiped the blood from her lips with her right hand, she leaned against the wall and came out with her strength, just an ordinary sword, a sword light lit up, and the old man was cut off his head.

The old man and the shepherd boy turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared before their eyes.

The sword light from the waves enveloped her entirely, and in this dimly lit place, like a bright light, illuminated the entire village.