Chapter 1134: You Don't Have This Chance When I'm Dead

It was a bitter battle on a very large scale.

Take the Holy Soul Palace as the wind.

Luo Wuqing raised his sword and fell, and he took countless lives in an instant, and Zhao Lansheng was too late and couldn't take care of his fellow disciples. Luo Wuqing's martial arts have improved very quickly in a short period of time, and he is a little defeated.

Hua Ruofeng ran over to support him, and several disciples took the opportunity to sneak attack from behind Zhao Lansheng, but they were all blocked by Hua Ruofeng.

"It's not a way to fight like this, we have to hurry up and find a chance to go, Yue'er can't wait long."

"But first get rid of him......"

Before Zhao Lansheng finished speaking, Luo Wuqing had already walked over slowly, raising his sword and sneering, "What's the matter, I can't hold it so soon?" ā€

"Don't worry, we'll hold out until you die."

"The second young master looks so confident."

Hua Ruofeng didn't talk nonsense to him anymore, rushed towards him, and the direction of the scimitar in Luo Wuqing's hand was towards Hua Ruofeng's abdomen, he quickly dodged, and hit him the back with a palm, but after falling a palm, he still aimed the blade at Zhao Lansheng.

It was clear that he was going to kill him.

"Get out of the way!" Hua Ruofeng quickly blocked in front of Zhao Lansheng, and the long sword in his hand resisted the scimitar that was approaching strongly.

"Murong Feng, do you still want to protect your rival?"

"What about rivals? It's none of your business that I protect him. Hua Ruofeng was unmoved by this, "Even if you want to kill him, you won't have this chance if I die." ā€

Luo Wuqing didn't believe that he was really so kind, the blade was even closer to him, and the bloodthirsty anger in his chest exploded, and he actually took Hua Ruofeng back two steps.

Hua Ruofeng released the golden needle in his hand, and wanted to secretly administer anesthetic medicine to him, but he was blocked by his true qi. The two were fighting fiercely......

Zhao Lansheng walked around behind him very quickly, raised his leg and kicked his back hard, Luo Wuqing staggered, and stabbed Zhao Lansheng's arm with another scimitar, sneering, "You two have a good match." ā€

"Passing the prize." Zhao Lansheng smiled lightly and pulled out the arm that was pierced into the flesh by the blade, and a green jade flute didn't know when it appeared in his hand.

Luo Wuqing was stunned for a moment and quickly reacted, and just wanted to retreat, he heard an ethereal and distant sound of flute.

The place where the battle started here is surrounded by mountains, and the echo is particularly loud, so as soon as the sound of the flute came out, everyone paused and then covered their ears.

It's terrible this sound! It's like a conjuring!

Luo Wuqing covered his head with one hand, and his expression was painful that he had never shown before.

Suddenly, he remembered something bad again......

"Wuqing!" A crisp female voice appeared not far behind, like the only dazzling star in the dark sky, pointing the way for the dark people.

Luo Wuqing stretched out his hand with difficulty, wanting to hug Shen Zijun, as if grabbing her was like grasping the hope of living.

But he couldn't stretch it, and the strange sound of the flute kept coming into his eardrums, as if penetrating into the depths of his soul, hooking up the most desperate and painful emotions.

"Jun'er......" he tried to spit out these two words.

Shen Zijun saw that he was about to faint, so he rushed over and hugged him, "Wuqing, how are you?" ā€

"It hurts......"

"I—I'll take you away, no, it doesn't hurt!" Shen Zijun was very panicked, he had rarely seen him like this, he was not at all like the powerful him on weekdays, so he had to comfort him softly.

Luo Wuqing wanted to hug her tightly, but even if Zhao Lansheng stopped the sound of the flute, he was still weak, and he never showed his weakness to be caught, so he could only let it be tortured.

He has done too much and too much...... No one cares about death, or even rejoices.

But it doesn't matter......

She doesn't leave, it doesn't matter what happens.

He could only hold on to her, whom he loved.