"Bang!"

Zhuge Wuwei landed and smashed in front of Su Tianxin.

With a muffled snort, Zhuge Wuwei was penetrated by the sword light, and a mouthful of blood spurted wildly in his mouth.

Collapsed to the ground.

"Do nothing."

Su Tianxin shouted weakly.

And Yang Jiao frowned slightly, looking at Zhuge Wuwei, whose breath was about to be nothing.

He also didn't expect Zhuge Wuwei to fall suddenly, especially when he didn't have any martial arts, he desperately came to save Su Tianxin.

"Do nothing!"

At this time, Yan Chixia and the others happened to see the scene of Zhuge Wuwei blocking the sword with his body.

In the crowd, Sima Sanniang immediately rushed to Zhuge Wuwei's side.

Several golden lights flashed in his hand, and healing talismans were plastered all over his chest and abdomen.

couldn't help but let Zhuge Wuwei recover his vitality, and at this time, Yan Chixia also came to his side, and helped Zhuge Wuwei up with great concern, and then looked at Sima Sanniang anxiously:

"Sanniang, what's wrong with Wuwei?"

Sima Sanniang wanted to speak and stopped, her face was embarrassed, and finally her face was depressed.

"Okay, uncle, I know the extent of my injuries."

As he spoke, he looked sideways at Su Tianxin:

"Sister Tianxin, you don't have to feel guilty, I volunteered to save you, when I jumped off the cliff and was about to die, wasn't it you who saved me."

A smile hung on the corner of Zhuge Wuwei's blood-stained mouth:

"How can I not repay the grace of saving my life, and if I look like this, I have earned it for nearly twenty years."

After speaking, Zhuge Wuwei waited for Su Tianxin to respond, and then turned his gaze to Yan Hongye, who was still expressionless.

"In this life, although we can't love each other, I believe that one day, someone will make you feel the existence of love, and I hope that in the future, you can become a woman who dares to love and hate."

"And, after I die, the marriage of the seventh life will no longer exist, and you will never be entangled by fate."

"Also, Zhuge Liuyun is my younger brother, he can be said to have a deep love for you, you can also try to accept him."

"Momiji, I wish you to find your own dreams in the future and live the life you want."

When the words fell, Zhuge Wuwei slowly closed his eyes, and his head fell heavily on Yan Chixia's arm.

"Zhuge does nothing."

After listening to Zhuge Wuwei's words, Yan Hongye involuntarily shouted his name, his eyes were slightly gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Jiao looked at Zhuge Wuwei's death, and couldn't help but think of the scene in his mind when he handed him the book to resist the sadness of the City of No Tears.

I felt a little sorry in my heart.

Suddenly, Yan Chixia glared at Yang Jiao angrily:

"Seven Nights Demon Lord, Wuwei has been gentle since he was a child, kind to others, and has never blushed with others, how did you do it."

"Where is the fairness and justice you were talking about?"

"Is it difficult to kill a good person, it is your fairness and justice!"

Yang Jiao won't explain anything, Zhuge Wuwei bumped into his own sword light, and if he wants to succeed in doing something, he naturally has to pay the due price, this is not fair.

Besides, which strong person would be angry with the weak, so Yang Jiao lowered his eyes indifferently:

"It is always difficult for a meek and right person to survive, because the world is neither gentle nor right."

"Maybe it may not be a good choice for Zhuge Wuwei to get rid of his seventh-life marriage fate like this."

"What a ruthless Moon Lord." Yan Chixia gritted her teeth hatefully.

"Yan Chixia, are you hating this Holy Monarch, or do you still hate your own uselessness."

Yang Jiao looked at a few people in the distance with eyes containing deep meaning.

"I'm afraid that most of your hatred stems from your own powerlessness, and you, Su Tianxin, another existence who regards you as a family member, are dying in front of you."

"What do you think?"

"Yan Hongye, what I promised you at the beginning, now it seems that it has been completed."

"Congratulations, you've managed to get rid of your fate."

"What? You all have this expression, but this saint likes the itchy teeth you hate, and he can't help the way I look. ”

After Yang Jiao finished speaking, he stood up and stood in mid-air, when Yan Chixia and the others looked at his dark and deep eyes.

His face became more and more embarrassed, and he couldn't help but think that this time he was afraid that he would be more than lucky.

"Brother Seven Nights."

At this time, after knowing that Yang Jiao was a resentful couple of the seventh generation, Nie Xiaoqian, who had never known how to face him, shouted loudly, as if she didn't want Yan Chixia and them to be hurt.

"Xiaoqian, you have grown up, and you should also choose your own path."

"Remember, either don't do it, do it, and don't regret it."

After Yang Jiao finished instructing Nie Xiaoqian, it can be regarded as completely severing her connection with this body.

In the future, he only wants to swallow the immeasurable Heavenly Demon Resentment of the Heavenly Demon Star on the day when the Heavenly Demon Rushes to the Seven Evils, and has the strength to transcend this world, and by the way, see if the Demon Three Realms can really get the favor of the Heavenly Dao of this realm and obtain the power of the world's origin.

But before that, he still has to complete his current strength.

After the previous battle with Su Tianxin, he found that not only his new Heaven Cutting Sword Drawing Technique 2.0 has not yet been completely integrated and reached the level of perfection.

Even his own experience in fighting the enemy is still too little, or it can be said that he is used to drawing his sword and killing.

Either or rely on the unequal level of cultivation to carry out a crushing battle.

As a result, you can't improve yourself in all directions without dead ends.

Although the current strength, in comparison, it is about the same as Yan Hongye, who has thoroughly practiced the mysteries of the Xuan Xin in the original plot, that is, it is a line higher than the original body of the Demon Seven Nights.

However, Yang Jiao felt that it was still not enough.

Back in the main world, he is still a small shrimp existence, and he will receive a lunch box if he is not careful.

So, how can you not do your best to improve yourself.

However, what kind of ascension can be more rapid than the sublimation between life and death!

Between life and death, he desperately sublimates his own wisdom, burns his own heritage, accumulates combat experience, and sharpens his spiritual will.

Thinking of this, he smiled faintly at everyone below him, and this smile was born from his indestructible trust in himself.

So, Yang Jiao's eyes burned coldly and said slowly:

"The greatest pain in life is not being able to cross the gap between knowing and doing."

"For example, you know that I have far more strength than you, but you can never surpass me, defeat me, or kill me."

"However, this time, this Holy Monarch will look at Zhuge Wuwei's face and give the rank a chance."

A chilling glint flashed in Yang Jiao's eyes.

"A chance to kill me."

"Don't you just want to stop the Seven Generations of Grievances from destroying the world? Just right, kill me, the Demon Lord of the Lunar Moon, who is a resentful companion of the Seventh Generation. ”

"You can not only take revenge, but also maintain the righteous path of the world in your hearts."

When the words fell, Yang Jiao's sword was instantly unsheathed, and a sword light that seemed to cut through the sky burst out.

Suddenly, a crack like an abyss was cut out, stretching from the bottom of the pit to the outside of the tearless city.

"Ahh

In the darkness, a terrible cry of despair resounded through the sky, appearing in the sky above the city without tears.

"It's a cadre."

Ning Caichen sensed whose voice it was.

After Yang Jiao put the sword back into the sheath, he stretched out his left hand again, and saw the remaining sad demonic energy in the city, like a milk swallow returning to the nest, and couldn't wait to gather it all in his hand.

After a while, even the cadre sword flew towards Yang Jiao, thinking about it, he was the reincarnation of the cadre, and immediately held the hilt of the sword, and glanced at the person below again.

"Everyone, do your best to become stronger."

"After all, hard work will not betray yourself, although dreams will betray, hard work may not be able to achieve your dreams."

"But the fact that I have worked hard is enough to comfort myself."

"This saint looks forward to giving me a surprise before the Lantern Festival next year."

"Yan Hongye, Su Tianxin, next time we meet, I hope you will not disappoint this Holy Monarch."

"Or else...... It's going to die. ”