Chapter 297, Life in a Desperate Situation!
"yes, you get out of here. Anyway, I don't care if you live or die. All I need is the two of them. Xiulan turned her head indifferently and said in a disdainful voice.
Hearing her words, Yang Yaxin's expression trembled, and he felt his face full of confusion. Now Yiyi and I are in Xiulan's hands. But he could only watch.
"Why aren't you leaving? Do you want to save them? Xiulan said disdainfully.
Yang Yaxin shook his head, his expression silent. I don't know what I'm thinking. He lowered his head, tears streaming from his eyes.
"Hurry up and get out of here. You're no match for her! I hurriedly shouted. At the moment, I don't expect to survive anymoreβ‘ I hope that one less death will be counted as one. Yafeng is carried.
Hearing my words, Yang Yaxin trembled. Then he said with a crying voice: "Why are you all like this? Why can't I save any of them? You too. Gou Hongyun too. β
"Because this is life, and life is cruel." Xiulan took his words, her face was distorted, and she said, "No one will save you, everyone has to rely on themselves." β
Hearing her words, Yang Yaxin was silent, trembling all over. But there was nothing to be done. Because Xiulan is too powerful. Just standing there, he felt like he was shivering all over.
This is an invincible momentum, even in Xiulan's calm state, it can still burst out with indescribable momentum!
It's like a huge beast entrenched on the ground, and it's here at the moment, but it's actually terrifying. Even more suffocating! Anyone should stay within the scope of the momentum, and be dazzled by this terrifying momentum.
And Yang Yaxin is even more empathetic! Just by taking one step, his blood flow increased tenfold! An indescribable momentum locked on him. An emotion called despair flashed through his heart.
If you can't get close to your opponent at all, how do you beat him?
"Get out of here, I'll let you go. Just once. Xiulan sneered, and her long tongue didn't forget to lick my face again. I tried to struggle in her arms, but I was firmly strangled by a tremendous force, and I couldn't move at all.
Yang Yaxin smiled bitterly and walked forward slowly. It seems that he is ready to leave.
"That's right, abandon others and survive. This is human nature. Even couples are the same. Otherwise, how can it be called that the husband and wife are birds in the forest, and they fly separately when disaster comes? Xiulan said self-deprecatingly.
Yang Yaxin was silent and walked over step by step. With his head down, no one could read his expression. But I soon found out that his route was not to leave. Instead, he walked towards the Red Fire Sword.
"Are you trying to defeat me with that sword? To tell you the truth, even if you get the Red Fire Sword. Nor is it my opponent. Xiulan said indifferently.
After a pause, she said in a self-deprecating voice, "What's more." With your abilities, you can't pull out the Red Fire Sword at all. β
Yang Yaxin didn't speak, in front of Xiulan, he didn't have any room to resist at all.
Under the raging momentum, Yang Yaxin slowly walked towards the Red Fire Sword, and after only walking a dozen steps, he felt that his steps were getting heavier and heavier, and there was only a distance of dozens of meters in front of him, but it was so frightening!
A terrifying burning spread throughout him. He stopped, his eyes full of pain. Sweat was dripping down. The red-fiery sword that burned in front of him was still out of reach.
The temperature was already high, and he felt his body burning, and his skin even felt pain. If it weren't for the will. I'm afraid he's fallen.
The temperature was so high that it was as if a person was being burned alive. It makes people feel frightened and suffocated.
"Give it up, you can't pull it out." Xiulan looked at Yang Yaxin, who was struggling to support, and said with a slight sigh in her eyes.
"Impossible?" Yang Yaxin gritted his teeth and took another step, his eyes revealing extremely resentful anger.
That's unyielding, unwillingness, hatred!
"yes, I'm just a piece of waste, and I can't even protect my girlfriend. I watched her burn alive. Yang Yaxin laughed at himself, a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, but he didn't pay attention to it, let alone the terrifying burning sensation of the hundreds of bones around his body, which made his heart overload. The blood was almost bursting, and he took another step.
The closer he got to the Red Fire Sword, the hotter he felt, as if he had entered a sun. In the absence of special devices, such temperatures are enough to kill people.
Xiulan's eyes showed a touch of incredulity, and she re-examined the young man in front of her, this is a very ordinary teenager, but let her body burn, let the expression on her face be extremely painful. He still walked persistently, never stopping.
"Tell me, why are you doing this?" Yang Yaxin raised her head and asked, this time she was at eye level with the young man in front of her, and at this moment, her eyes were a little respectful.
"Why? I don't know," Yang Yaxin shook his head with a wry smile, and walked firmly, even if his body was already shaky, he still walked without stopping. And the blood on his body kept remaining, scattered on the ground, and his skin was already burning. In the midst of this terrifying flame, he had no power to resist at all.
His body was already crumbling in such terrible temperatures. But he still didn't stop his steps!
He muttered, "I thought I'd live like this for the rest of my life." There is no purpose, no future. Go to college first, and then make some money casually...... finally married Gou Hongyun and had children. β
"But the curse changed all that, and we struggled in hell. Gou Hongyun is dead. I didn't protect her. Watch her die in front of me. β
Yang Yaxin said coldly, his lips trembled, his lips had exploded with dry cracks, and there was no piece of his body that was not in severe pain. He desperately took another step, even though his body was already overwhelmed.
"I don't want to bear such a painful experience anymore!"
But he still gritted his teeth and insisted on shouting, his eyes were full of hatred, and his red eyes suddenly released an incomparably angry anger!
Yang Yaxin suddenly raised his red eyes, gritted his teeth and took another step, and his whole body was about to burn.
"So, you're going to beat me?" Xiulan asked with a look of disbelief,
Yang Yaxin nodded silently, his throat was already extremely dry, and his whole body was almost burning. It had already made his face pale, his head was also briefly unconscious, he was delirious as if drunk, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down in front of him, and his shaky body finally could not support it and fell to the ground. But he still stubbornly grabbed the ground with both hands and slowly crawled forward.
"Stop, you've done your best. If you're moving forward, you're probably never going to survive. Xiulan sighed.
"Go back? I won't be going back! Yang Yaxin muttered persistently, and the body on the ground was still crawling hard. His eyes were extremely determined, even if he couldn't open his eyes, he still crawled forward with persistence. And there are only a few steps left from the Red Fire Sword. The temperature at this moment has reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
"Don't fight any more meaninglessly, you can't bear the temperature of the next year. Because you're just a mortal. Xiulan sighed,
Yang Yaxin didn't seem to hear her words, and was still crawling on the ground.
As he got closer and closer to the Red Fire Sword, his heart could no longer withstand the pressure, as if it might burst at any moment. The blood all over his body also clotted there, and the blood vessels bulged up on his face. Make him look extremely hideous!
A small, almost inaudible voice came out of Yang Yaxin's mouth, and his consciousness was no longer clear.
"I ...... No...... Get back...... Because ...... I...... Know that if ...... I...... Back off...... words, I ...... Once...... Valued ...... Promises and promises...... It's all gone, and then, again...... Came back to this place. β
Yang Yaxin staggered to his feet, and used all his strength to pounce on the Red Fire Sword that was within reach. The terrifying temperature of the Red Fire Sword almost burned him to charcoal in an instant.
And at this moment, a figure seemed to appear behind him. This is Gou Hongyun's figure, her face has become extremely ugly, but those hands grabbed Yang Yaxin.
"Red Cloud, is that you?" Yang Yaxin said excitedly.
"Don't speak, draw this sword with me." Gou Hongyun said.
"Yes!" Yang Yaxin gritted his teeth and said, then stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out this red fire sword, which had turned red and the temperature was unimaginable.
The Red Fire Sword shone with a red light, a long sword that burned with flames and the temperature could not be described in words. It was actually held in his hand.
And as the Red Fire Sword was pulled out, a large amount of flames began to flow on Yang Yaxin's body, but it did not hurt him. His originally damaged body was gradually recovering.
The burning sensation caused by the flames was disappearing, and Gou Hongyun's figure behind him was getting weaker and weaker. Yang Yaxin knew that it was Gou Hongyun who saved him at the last moment.
Otherwise, no matter how strong his willpower is, he will be burned into a living person by the flames. But all this was endured by Gou Hongyun. Gou Hongyun's voice slowly sounded: "The Red Fire Sword has been integrated into your body and has become your power. That's the only thing I can do to help you. β
"Red Cloud, where the hell are you? I miss you. Yang Yaxin shouted in pain. But no one replied, and the surrounding flames were gradually disappearing.
Xiulan's eyes widened, and her voice was shocked: "This is impossible, how can you pull out the Red Fire Sword." The Red Fire Sword has endured the earth's fire for fifty years, and the flame is hot enough to turn even iron into molten iron. β
"Because there is a woman who still protects me after death!" Yang Yaxin gritted his teeth and said, tears flowed from his eyes, and in the palm of his hand, a crimson long sword flowed quietly.