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After struggling a few times, Lin Qingfeng finally couldn't stand up with a struggle, his face was pale and dull, and the blood stains on his chest stained a large area of his clothes red. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A feeling of tiredness drilled from the four feet into the flesh, in Lin Qingfeng's bone marrow, in Lin Qingfeng's limbs, and in Lin Qingfeng's bones, they were all soft and fluttering, without the slightest strength.

At this time, Lin Qingfeng was like a mess of mud sitting on the green grass, how could he still have the strength to stand up. The pain in his body made Lin Qingfeng's teeth tremble. Pale and bloodless face, like a female ghost.

It's just that this slight pain can stop Lin Qingfeng, Lin Qingfeng thought silently in his heart.

Whenever Lin Qingfeng was tired, Lin Qingfeng would stop, touch the jade pendant on his chest, think about the distance he was chasing, draw strength to pick up the sword in his hand again, and move forward again.

Whenever Lin Qingfeng was confused, Lin Qingfeng would always touch the jade pendant on his chest, sort out his chaotic thoughts, drive away the confusion and continue to work hard. Continue your practice

Whenever he was in pain, Lin Qingfeng would always touch the jade pendant on his chest, caress the bleeding wound, wipe away his tears and never give up.

I still remember Xue Wan of the White Bone Gate, I said to myself, Lin Qingfeng don't live too tired, don't fight too tired, if Han Xuewei is here, it will be distressed, I read it, and my heart hurts. The pain is uncomfortable, and the pain is unbearable.

"It's harder to give up a person than to love someone, and it may be even harder to forget it completely", Lin Qingfeng didn't understand it before, but today he suddenly remembered Xue Wan somehow.

It is said that when a woman is hurt, her heart is the most fragile, and this is not the case for men.

Lin Qingfeng didn't know how sentimental he was today, but a certain thought in his heart was like a thought, and it was not light.

"Meeting the right person at the right time is a kind of happiness. It's a kind of sadness to meet the wrong person at the right time. The wrong time, meeting the right person, is a sigh. The wrong time, meeting the wrong person, is a kind of helplessness", thinking of himself and Xue Wan, Lin Qingfeng sighed silently in his heart.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Qingfeng used force in his hand, and the sword inserted in his chest was pulled out by Lin Qingfeng.

The blood in the chest, as the sword was drawn, flowed more happily and more urgently.

Lin Qingfeng's eyes flickered with cold light, and he clicked his hand on the wound on his chest a few times before the blood slowly began to stop.

Seeing the blood stop, Lin Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Qingfeng is not afraid of physical pain, some pain is more uncomfortable than physical pain.

The most painful thing in the world is not the sword in the chest, but the lack of knowing how to find her; Some people who love each other know that they love each other, but they can't be together, which is even more unbearable.

Thinking of Han Xuewei, who was separated from him, and thinking of Han Xuewei blocking the sword for herself, Lin Qingfeng felt that his heart hurt so much.

Too much love drowns out all the pain, and it turns out that there is a lot of affection and feelings, and it will be very miserable. Inhaling the sadness of his feelings, Lin Qingfeng slowly shed tears in silence.

Lin Qingfeng sometimes, for some reason, envy a life like a pig, but Lin Qingfeng always knows that he will never be as happy as a pig!

At such a moment, Lin Qingfeng cried, not because of pain, but because he didn't know how to resurrect Han Xuewei, even if the longing in Lin Qingfeng's heart was like water, even if Lin Qingfeng had too many obsessions in his heart.

Tears fell drop by drop, Lin Qingfeng seemed to have lost the sunshine of the past and the blue of the past.

The sky seemed to be filled with haze at such a moment, a gray and dreary piece, and the heart that was pressed down was like the sky.

At this moment, Lin Qingfeng looked exhausted, weak, and fell to the ground, as if he was about to sink into the grass. In that way, it was as if I had lost everything all at once, I couldn't hold on, and I was paralyzed here.

Some pain, some tiredness, only I understand. Lin Qingfeng suddenly remembered the past things that he had buried deep in his heart, what he had gained, what he had, what he lost, and he felt like a dream.

This kind of sudden dream-like made Lin Qingfeng feel that his whole body and mind were falling apart from exhaustion, and the soles of his feet were like fire.

Lin Qingfeng was a little tired at such a moment, Lin Qingfeng really wanted to sit on the ground and rest for a while, cry, and sleep. Is it just that Lin Qingfeng can sit? Can I rest? Thinking of that lovely figure, Lin Qingfeng really couldn't rest.

Just when Lin Qingfeng was confused, the jade pendant hanging on Lin Qingfeng's chest exuded a warm current, soothing Lin Qingfeng's chest.

Sensing the appearance of the warm current, Lin Qingfeng's heart was shocked, and his eyes once again shone with a sharp brilliance.

Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, Lin Qingfeng staggered to his feet, his eyes were firm, and the Tianjing Sword in his hand was tightly clenched in the palm of his hand.

As if sensing what Lin Qingfeng was thinking, the Heavenly Crystal Sword also trembled, as if it was cheering for Lin Qingfeng.

Seeing Lin Qingfeng stand up again, the look of relief in Zhao Chengguang's eyes became even stronger.

As the person who played against Lin Qingfeng just now, Zhao Chengguang undoubtedly knew better about Lin Qingfeng's physical injuries.

Looking at the determined look in Lin Qingfeng's eyes, Zhao Chengguang also sighed in his heart.

"If there are a few more talents like Lin Qingfeng in my family, why should my family be unlucky," Zhao Chengguang Nannan said to himself.

The old man on the side, who was covered in black gas, saw that Lin Qingfeng had stood up again, and his eyes also showed appreciation.

Although just now, Lin Qingfeng seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground, but being able to react in the shortest time and finally stand up is something even more rare and valuable.

"Your Excellency really deserves to be a master disciple of the Hidden World Sect, it is really admirable that you can repair such a serious injury so quickly", Zhao Chengguang looked with admiration, without the slightest hint of foolishness.

"It's just a small injury, how can I make me fall, since the second move has been taken, then next, let's see what kind of amazing momentum Patriarch Zhao's third move will have", Lin Qingfeng smiled, since he was not afraid of physical injuries, he said.

Slightly stunned, Zhao Chengguang obviously didn't expect that Lin Qingfeng was so seriously injured, he didn't want to take a break to recover some vitality, but directly fought Zhao Chengguang again, which Zhao Chengguang couldn't imagine.

Just seeing Lin Qingfeng's expression of holding the sword in his hand, Zhao Chengguang knew that what Lin Qingfeng said was true.

The figure stands proudly, lonely, and stands upright, at such a moment, it looks very arrogant, like a peerless knight, exuding a different kind of charm.

The big worship who was covered in black qi was also stunned, obviously puzzled by Lin Qingfeng. Clouds and rain

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