Yu Feng lowered his head coldly and glanced at a hole in his chest. The flesh and skin on his body, after a large amount of peeling and melting, half of the blade bones were revealed. If it was an ordinary battle, it would have ended as early as the time when the Thousand Palms were sacrificed. Whether it was Yu Feng, who was still breathing, or Ye Qingcheng, who was pouring out of strength, he couldn't fight. But hatred sustained them, and none of them would fall.

"What kind of monster are you?" Yu Feng stared at Ye Qingcheng in horror, this silver-haired young man was flesh and blood, but it was even harder than his sword blade body? He roared tremblingly, "Why did you not fall down after all your blood was drained?!"

However, in the face of his roaring questioning, Ye Qingcheng, who was standing in the distance, did not react.

Under the darkness of the night, there was a dull white cold snow all around. Ye Qingcheng had a horizontal sword in front of his chest, like a damaged sculpture, standing still.

Yu Feng's brows furrowed slightly, as if he sensed something, a sinister smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he slashed out with his sword.

"Huh!" A chilling sword shadow immediately flew out and slammed into the Xuan Blood Sword in Ye Qingcheng's hand.

A sword blade roared, and the Xuan Blood Sword instantly flew out and stood on the ground, Ye Qingcheng did not resist at all, and his figure immediately flew out, lying heavily on his back and falling to the ground.

"When a person's blood runs out, the heart stops beating. Yu Feng held the sword and walked towards Ye Qingcheng step by step, the skin and flesh on his body were still dripping viscous like melted wax, and he said coldly: "When a person's heart stops beating, the strength is completely exhausted, and when a person doesn't even have the strength to breathe, the soul will leave the body and can only wait for death to come." ”

At this time, Ye Qingcheng had fallen into a pitch black like a vast ocean wave, his breathing was extremely weak, and the beating sound of his heart was unusually slow, and every time he beat, there was a long time to intervene. Yu Feng's sword just now slashed down the Xuanxue Sword in his hand, leaving a tragic scar on his chest, and the heart in his chest was already close to a static state.

"A slow death is a long torment. Yu Feng's voice, like the dark wind on the dark sea, echoed in Ye Qingcheng's ears ethereally, "However, for the Avenger, it is a wonderful pleasure to see the enemy being taken away by death!"

At this moment, Ye Qingcheng's eyes were slightly open, and he didn't even have the strength to breathe, let alone close his eyes. The twinkling stars in the sky are like fishing fires extinguishing in the dark sea, lonely, lonely, cold, and remote. There are countless ways to die, but for a warrior, fighting to the last trace of strength, not at the hands of the enemy, but at the end of the force, is a kind of highest respect for martial arts, but also a worthy glory!

In his heart, there was no regret, he did what he could. It's just that the sky didn't give him a chance to grow, and he didn't have enough time to gain more power. However, this is more than enough.

His thoughts, the faint glow of fire on the sea of darkness, were faintly dissipating......

"How can you just give up?!" a woman's angry voice came.

"I couldn't breathe, my heart stopped, and I couldn't be saved. A man's voice responded.

"Death is not as simple as you say!" said the woman. Then, there was a burst of pressure on the chest.

Why is it so familiar? Ye Qingcheng, who was trapped in the darkness, muttered in his heart.

In the dark sea, a clear memory of his childhood appeared. On the edge of a deep pool, a beautiful young woman was stubbornly pressing the chest of a middle-aged man who had fallen into the water. A man in a black robe and carrying a green hornet sword stood beside him, and there was a little boy of five or six years old beside them.

The beautiful young woman with long red hair was his mother. The one who carried the green bee sword was his father. The person who fell into the water was Bai Ning's father, Bai Bo. The little boy is himself.

As a child, he stared at the stubborn figure of his mother, his little face was flushed, and he was frightened by an invisible and terrifying movement called "death".

But for a long time, I don't know if it was because of fright or surprise, he stared at Bai Bo, who was sitting on the ground with a confused face, and cried.

"How did Uncle Bai live?" asked the young man puzzled after the weak Uncle Bai was helped away by his father.

"Bai Bo is not dead at all. His mother gently stretched out her hand, stroked his little head, smiled, and said, "Death is not so powerful, and life is not so fragile." ”

............

The cold wind was blowing, and Yu Feng had completely turned into a hideous sword bone skeleton. He carried his sword and staggered towards Ye Qingcheng, who was motionless, and at this time, Ying Long's heart had stopped beating.

Like a corpse lying on its back, Ye Qingcheng no longer had the slightest breath.

"Why isn't the soul out of the body yet?" said Yu Feng hoarsely.

"Sizzle......" A milky white vine suddenly emerged from Ye Qingcheng's shoulder.

"It turns out that it's because there is a left scale vine. Yu Feng said in a deep voice. As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, his footsteps stopped abruptly.

He's a demon, he's a living dead, and there's nothing weird in the world that can scare him. However, the scene in front of him made him creepy!

I saw that after the left scale vine appeared, it dispersed and turned into a slender white vine like a root, like a white net, strangely wrapped around Ye Qingcheng's arm. He didn't have any power, but the left scale vine could move. It wrapped around his arm, and under his most mental power, it controlled his arm. Tightly, his arm bent strangely and raised, and his palm spread out, reaching out from the scar on his chest and into his ribcage. Then he grabbed his heart, which had stopped beating, and squeezed it violently.

"Ka!!" On the ground behind Yu Feng, a crack opened for no reason, and a bright spiritual flame as blood rose ethereally.

Then, the crack seemed to be alive, inexplicably extended, and quietly "climbed" towards Ye Qingcheng.

After grasping tightly, the palm that was wrapped around the left scale vine was released, and the dragon's heart swelled.

"Ka!!" On the cliff not far away, a bloody crack opened again, and it "climbed" strangely like the previous one, spreading towards Ye Qingcheng.

Yu Feng stood sluggishly, looking at the terrifying blood-colored cracks around him, and strangely "crawled" towards Ye Qingcheng. As the crack converged beneath him, blood flames began to envelop his stiffening body, and his dried wounds flowed red again.

............

On the watchcliff, in front of a huge water spirit screen, the Burning Sky Crocodile stared at this bewitching blood-colored scene, his eyes wide.

But in the blink of an eye, the earth, forests, and mountain cliffs within a range of nearly 10,000 zhang were all shrouded in a layer of pale red blood flames. The crimson cracks, like blood veins, continued to converge to Ye Qingcheng's side.

At this time, even Xiao Bian opened his eyes wide and stared at this unbelievable scene in horror.

"The fire descended, and the blood burned the demons of the world. Everything has a time to rest, 100,000 years of rise and fall, non-ancestor rebirth, incomprehensible. The Burning Sky Crocodile's back was filled with cold, and he said, "Could it be that this is his spiritual color—the blood-colored hellfire?"