Zhang Jingyao looked at the young man who was looking at him with a cold look in his eyes, there was no unwillingness in his heart, and his hideous face was soothed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although he had made a careful plan to win the final victory, defeat and death were also the level he considered, but he never imagined that his defeat was actually because of this carefully prepared move for revenge.

In the past ten years, he has fought with the former emperor of the He family, fought with Xun Changfeng, and he won the final victory, and he hopes that he can continue to win because he wants to live.

He knows that he is selfish, and sometimes he will do whatever it takes to achieve his ends, and it is reasonable for many people to want to scrape him with their own hands, but if it is really this day, the only thing he can accept is revenge.

He killed Xun Changfeng naturally inevitably unable to escape the blame, and there is no reason to justify it, but the grudge between him and Xun Changfeng is not over.

He needs to kill the other person's son, or be killed by the other person's son, and no bad guy wants to ambush him, but most bad guys don't necessarily go crazy before they die.

When a bird is dying, its song is mourning, and when a man is dying, his words are good.

Zhang Jingyao didn't want to be a good person before he died, he didn't have that qualification for a long time, but he still wanted to die decently, not to survive, not to beg for mercy.

No matter how it ends, the grudges of more than ten years are finally coming to an end.

Zhang Jingyao smiled, the blood in his throat tumbling up and down, covering what he wanted to say, making his mouth taste fishy.

He struggled to get up, and his whole body was already trembling, and he was about to fall down at any moment.

Xun Qiu looked at this scene coldly, it was not that he was arrogant, but that Zhang Jingyao really didn't have any threat to him now.

The Ninefold Soul Refining destroyed Zhang Jingyao's Divine Soul, and Xun Qiu only left him with a broken body and a consciousness and energy that could only sustain life.

Zhang Jingyao has no cultivation at all now, and his physical condition is not as good as what kind of white immortal he is, even if he is the most ordinary person in the secular world. Even if he were like this, he would hardly have a life span of ten years.

Zhang Jingyao vomited blood, dyeing the placket and the ground in front of him a blood-red, and after half a sound, he slowly raised his head, which almost exhausted his strength. There were deep and shallow marks on his neck, and blood was still flowing out, giving people the feeling that his head might roll down at any time while he looked up.

"Why is this happening?" Zhang Jingyao just said these six words, but he used a lot of strength, and the whole person became even more haggard.

He still can't understand the ninefold soul refining that he used first, but not only did he not hurt Xun Qiu, but he was defeated by the other party with this move.

With a sneer, Xun Qiu's eyes were extremely indifferent and said, "In the Demon Clan, there is an illusion called the Two Realms Demon Barrier. ”

Zhang Jingyao smiled miserably when he heard this, the Demon Barrier of the Two Realms is called the Endless Illusion City, and it is a lot of illusions together, even the most powerful Demon Emperor in the history of the Demon Race has been trapped in it, and he has not escaped until now.

Losing this trick, he can be regarded as willing.

Xun Qiu raised his hand with a cold face, and the fierce qi in his palm condensed into a cyan long sword, and he put the tip of the sword on Zhang Jingyao's chest, the tip of the sword had pierced Zhang Jingyao's skin, and blood flowed down the blade.

As long as Xun Qiu used a little harder, this cyan long sword could penetrate Zhang Jingyao's chest and stab the beating heart.

Now this Zhang Jingyao, who is not even as good as ordinary people, if his heart is pierced, he will die completely in a few breaths.

"I admit to losing, you can do it. Zhang Jingyao looked at Xun Qiu, then slowly closed his eyes and gave up resistance completely.

Xun Qiu's tired face flashed with a fierce killing intent, and then this killing intent was replaced by a color of struggle.

At this moment, the blade of the sword seemed to have an unbreakable blockade before, and he couldn't even stab it no matter what.

Xun Qiu's arm was trembling.

Everyone looked at this scene, and they all sighed secretly, and they all tasted mixed.

So far, the Night Saintess has not appeared, but now the revenge that has the right to Zhang Jingyao's life and death cannot be done.

They asked themselves, even if the person with the sword was replaced by himself, he was afraid that he didn't know what to do.

"I thought you were a happy person, but now it seems ......" At this time, the sallow color on Zhang Jingyao's face quickly faded, as if he was about to recover, and he said to Xun Qiu, with a sarcastic expression.

Xun Qiu was startled, and the cyan long sword in his hand pierced a little deeper, and the blood stains along the blade also increased.

However, Xun Qiu found that Zhang Jingyao seemed to concentrate the strength of his whole body, and this situation was like a return to the light.

Zhang Jingyao shook his head, and a miserable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The grudge between our two families is about to end, and the love between our families, please end it too, don't drag it out any longer." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Jingyao slammed into Xun Qiu, and the cyan long sword instantly pierced his chest, easily piercing his heart.

Xun Qiu was startled, and subconsciously stepped back, but Zhang Jingyao grabbed his shoulder.

He couldn't have imagined that a person in such a state would have such power in his hands.

Zhang Jingyao grabbed Xun Qiu's shoulder, desperately pulled him towards him, and then let the cyan long sword continue to move forward, all the way out of the back of his heart. His lips trembled, and he was in great pain.

Then Zhang Jingyao let go of the hand that was tightly gripping Xun Qiu's shoulder, and the whole person lay down on his back in front of Xun Qiu.

The light in his eyes began to fade, and the blood on the corners of his mouth came out and formed a small patch of bright red on the ground, and then finally stopped increasing.

Zhang Jingyao died.

He Fuwan looked at this scene, and she didn't step forward to stab Zhang Jingyao before and after.

She had thought countless times about how to avenge her parents and how to torture Zhang Jingyao to death, but when it came to this time, she didn't know what to do, and she couldn't do anything.

The cyan long sword inserted in Zhang Jingyao's chest had already dissipated, and Emperor Kaiping, who was famous in the secular world, and even cultivated to the top of the Immortal Mansion, died in front of Xun Qiu.

Xun Qiu didn't plan to kill him, otherwise he would have done it when he was refining the soul of the Nine Transformations before, but the other party really died in his hands.

Then everyone saw two streamers of light coming down from the sky, they were very fast, almost instantly crossed the sky to get here, but when the two figures fell, they suddenly stopped.

Xun Qiu almost trembled and looked at the two figures, the purple shadow at the head was the person he had been thinking about for a long time.

Zhang Lingxi was wearing a lilac dress, with small gardenias embroidered on the skirt, and her face was exquisite, but she was pale.

The two haven't seen each other for five years since they last met in Linjing City.

In the past five years, she had become more beautiful, but extremely haggard, her delicate face was pale and bloodless, her shoulders had become so thin as if they would be broken at the touch, and her clenched hand was still shaking.

Looking at Zhang Lingxi like this, Xun Qiu's heart was still painful, and he wanted to step forward to hold her hand, but at this time, Zhang Jingyao, who was lying between the two, became an insurmountable gap for him.

He tried to open his mouth to explain, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't open it at all, and his chest was like a mountain pressing against him, making him almost breathless.

Zhang Lingxi raised his head slightly and met Xun Qiu's eyes. For a moment, she wanted to cry, but she held back.

Xun Qiu looked at Zhang Lingxi's sad eyes, his heart was more uncomfortable than being cut by a thousand knives, his lips moved, and he was finally able to speak, but his voice kept trembling: "Lingxi, you... Are you okay?"

Zhang Ling looked at him with pity, as if she had exhausted her strength, her eyes were red, like a person who only had the shell left, "What do you think?" ”

She lowered her head slightly, looking at Zhang Jingyao, who was already dead, and the tears still couldn't be stopped, and the uproar poured out all of a sudden.

"Daddy......" She knelt on the ground and hugged Zhang Jingyao, her beautiful face against the latter's cold face, and a trembling word came out from the depths of her throat.

She couldn't stop crying, she covered her lips with the back of her hand, and her cry turned into a suppressed and dull choked sob.

Xun Qiu's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

His eyes turned red, and a line of tears rolled down his cheeks.

Between them, there is a distance of one person.

The young man standing stretched out his hand, stiffened like a sculpture.

The world was silent, except for the muffled whimpering cries that rendered the surroundings into a thick desolation.

The beautiful girl who was half-kneeling on the ground was holding the person in her arms like the last straw, and she didn't want to let go at all.

She had a sad face, a helpless face, and a tearful face.

Wei Jun sighed, Jing Yifan shook his head, Han Fang, who usually spoke constantly, looked at this scene, and he cried uncontrollably.

How much pain was contained in the low whimper, Zhang Lingxi seemed to want to suppress herself so much as not to cry, that kind of sound was simply heartbreaking.

He Fuwan's eyes were red, she looked at the half-kneeling girl's shrugged shoulders, as if she was about to faint then, she couldn't hold back any longer, and crystal tears flowed down her cheeks.

Zhang Lingxi cried for a while, and then slowly stood up, looking at her with hatred, and her stiff hands trembled again.

She was so weak that she seemed to be able to fall down at any moment.

For a moment, she wanted to forget what was happening in front of her and threw herself into his arms.

But she couldn't do it with amnesia.

She looked to the other side, where there was a group of extraordinary cultivators, who were his friends, and three extremely beautiful women, who were his companions.