Chapter 207: Old Songs Rehears, Old Dreams Are Hard to Find
The battle on another street is about to be decided.
Ye Xing's soul became more and more courageous.
"Little leaf, stop!" Yin Meng's voice sounded from behind, causing Ye Xingsoul to be slightly distracted.
The title "Little Leaf" was once a warm memory for the two of them.
Nowadays, things are not things, and people are not people.
Zhao Ying took the opportunity to get out of the range shrouded by Ye Xing's soul sword qi, floated backwards, and shouted in his mouth: "You go quickly, leave me alone!" ”
Yin Meng rushed over regardless of it and broke into the battle circle of the flickering sword flower.
Ye Xing's soul couldn't stop it, and in an instant, blood was sprinkled.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Ye Xingsoul's face showed panic, and he hurriedly retreated.
I saw that Yin Meng's right shoulder was cut with a deep bloody wound, and the red liquid was gurgling out.
Her arms hung down weakly, but she still walked completely in the direction of Zhao Ying.
As soon as Zhao Ying turned around and saw her miserable and haggard face, he let out a low cry from his mouth, and his figure came out of the shadows of the ruins, reaching out to catch her delicate body.
Ye Xingsoul looked at the man and woman hugging in a daze, and the stinging pain in his heart was still there, but the boiling killing intent was like being poured a basin of ice water head-on, cold from the inside out.
"Little dream, why are you so stupid......"
"Brother Ying, I really don't want to part with you......"
The affectionate words, like poisonous needles, like sharp blades, like soldering irons, coranged Ye Xingsoul's liver and intestines one by one.
She was supposed to be mine!
Zhao Ying killed three hundred and twenty-five members of the Ye family, and also snatched the woman of my Ye Xing's soul!
And this stupid woman is still in love with him, forgetting all the righteousness that Ye Yin and the two families have been friends for generations, and wants to live and die with the surname Zhao!
I was really blind when I fell in love with this kind of woman!
"Yin Meng, do you really want to die with him?" Ye Xingsoul's eyes widened, his chest rose and fell, and he gasped slightly from the sharp mood swings.
Yin Meng turned half of his cheek sideways, glanced at the white-clothed swordsman with a hideous face in front of him, his eyes revealed a trace of warmth, and said softly: "Xiao Yezi, as long as you are willing to let go of Brother Ying, I will promise you everything......"
Ye Xingsoul's face was half blue and half white, and his voice trembled and said, "Are you willing to do anything for him?" ”
Yin Meng's side face flushed, and there was a hint of charm in his voice: "Star Soul, haven't you always liked me?" As long as you put down your sword, I will belong to you tonight......"
"Little dream!" Zhao Ying shouted angrily.
"Brother Ying, I'm sorry......" Yin Meng glanced back at Zhao Ying, with tears in his eyes.
"Hah!" Ye Xingsoul suddenly laughed.
"Little Yezi ......" Yin Meng slowly but firmly broke free from Zhao Ying's arm, and walked towards Ye Xingsoul, his tone unprecedentedly gentle.
However, the tenderness in Ye Xingsoul's eyes disappeared little by little.
Scold! This is the woman he once fell in love with.
The ridiculous tenderness, the fiery memories, were now weathered into broken pieces, like sharp blades tearing at his liver and intestines.
The girl who had once haunted him and dreamed of it was now within reach, and he finally had a chance to get her, but he had no more beautiful thoughts left, and his chest was only occupied by humiliation.
She was still in Zhao Ying's arms a moment ago, and there was still someone else's temperature on her body, and now she walked towards herself, with a hypocritical smile on her face, and a disdainful look in the depths of her eyes, like a young lady who had been entangled for a long time, sending a beggar away with two copper coins.
"Haha...... "The body trembled greatly, and the chuckle turned into a wild laugh, "Yin Meng, what kind of person do you think I Ye Xingsoul is?" ”
"Aren't you?" The smile on Yin Meng's face did not change, but the contempt in his eyes kept piercing Ye Xingsoul's chest, "Haven't you coveted me for a long time?" Aren't you bent on snatching me out of Brother Ying's hands? Your wish has come true, tonight, I am yours! ”
The last trace of attachment in Ye Xingsoul's eyes also disappeared: "Okay, good, it turns out that in your heart, I am such a person......"
"Aren't you, little leaf?" Yin Meng's tone was extremely gentle, but he didn't know how much sarcasm was hidden.
The rigidity under such a soft appearance made Ye Xingsoul feel extremely strange. In those smoky eyes, there may never be a place for themselves.
None of that matters, though......
"If you think I am, then be me." He smiled as well.
Since you think so, then think so.
None of us are our old selves.
Today, there are no more childhood sweethearts, no more two world friends, and no more unrealistic old dreams.
Blood hatred with only three hundred lives!
Only the killing intent of the Avengers!
Only the last cry of the only survivor of the Ye family!
Only blood debt and blood payment!
Death to those who stand in my way!
Even if it's you, Yin Meng!
His eyes were bloodshot, and his vision gradually turned red.
Ye Xingsoul's head was high, the blue tendons on his forehead were blooming, and he pointed at the slender figure with the tip of his sword, and when the other party showed an unexpected and surprised expression, he slashed it with a sword!
Go to hell and be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate!
Suddenly, I heard the sound of the wind rolling in my ears, and a frenzied sand and stone swept over from the side, like a demon holding a black cloud, enveloping Yin Meng away.
Ye Xingsoul slashed through the air with a sword, turned his head and glared angrily at the person who intervened.
I saw a looming thin figure in the wind and sand shouting: "What a beast, you can do it with such a beautiful little lady!" ”
Listening to the voice, it turned out to be Du Shan.
Ye Xingsoul was about to speak, when he suddenly heard the sound of breaking the air behind his head.
He leaned back sharply and swung his sword diagonally behind him.
There was a crisp sound of "ding", and a folding fan hit the blade of the long sword, and it was divided with one touch.
Following this folding fan was a white figure and Zhao Ying's distorted face.
The two fought again, and exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, Ye Xingsoul peeked through Zhao Ying's movements, repelled Zhao Ying's attacks every time, and successfully counterattacked.
Zhao Ying's body had several new wounds, but he didn't hum, gritted his teeth tightly, maintained a stormy offensive, and fought to the death.
This was his last chance.
Fight for physical strength, fight to the death, and have a glimmer of life!
Although Ye Xingsoul's skills and eyesight have far surpassed Zhao Ying, after all, his physique is not as good as Zhao Ying, and after fighting for so long, his physical strength is consumed quickly.
Ye Xingsoul's arms were sore, and he began to retreat slowly.
Zhao Ying made a desperate bet, once he gained the upper hand, he chased after him relentlessly, and he was bound to make a decision between life and death before he ran out of true anger.
Ye Xing's soul retreated again and again, but a trace of cold mockery flashed in his deep eyes.
The only one who will die will be you!
On the other side of the battlefield, the thick darkness has drowned the streets.
Jiang Chen was covered in blood, and he swung the evil sword, swinging out a series of moon-like spatial tearing shadows, resisting attacks from all directions.
His feet were on the fulcrum of the real world, and his figure passed through the void again and again, flashing in every unpredictable corner, swift as a wind, floating like a ghost.
However, Bai Guichou's body was even more unpredictable than Jiang Chen's.
"Space Jump" is against "Time Standstill", and the mysterious and bizarre space supernatural power meets the even more bizarre and bizarre time supernatural power, which seems to be overstretched.