The Han Ying Sword and the Fallen Yuan cooperated with each other, and finally forced Si Xiang into an embarrassing situation.

Bei Mingxiu still stared at Si Xiang's movements tightly, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

The ice bullets he had carefully arranged had been completely exhausted, and in fact, the damage Si Xiang had received was still extremely limited.

The five-petal ice lotus that he originally had high hopes for also failed to control the fusion between the Fallen Yuan and the Immortal Lotus Transformation, which led to a decrease in power, and even with the addition of "Guantian", it still failed to hit Si Xiang hard.

"Chasing Shadows" also didn't hit her hard.

Both he and Si Xiang knew this.

With a soft sound, the Cold Shadow Sword stabbed into Si Xiang's left shoulder.

To be precise, it was Si Xiang himself who hit his left shoulder into the Cold Sword.

Blood was splashed, and Si Xiang's face remained unchanged.

At the moment when the blade pierced, she had already used the frost and cold qi to firmly bind the Frost Sword, and she actually used her body to trap the Frost Sword!

She didn't know how many times she had suffered this level of injury, and she was used to it.

Although her left shoulder was injured, it did not affect her right hand holding the sword.

"It's ruthless. ”

The Northern Meditation Cultivator couldn't help but be speechless.

With the restriction of the Cold Sword, the "Shadow Chasing" is self-defeating.

And the Qiushui Sword is also about to come to him.

He saw it very clearly, once this sword was pierced, it should be an inch away from his heart, and with Si Xiang's ability, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't avoid it.

And now his body has reached the limit, and he can only forcibly press the fallen yuan back into his body.

No matter how you look at it, he is already a sure loser, and Si Xiang will still keep his hand and leave him a life.

The die is cast?

Northern Meditation doesn't think so.

He took a deep breath, and the fallen yuan burning all over his body gradually submerged into his body.

At the moment when Fallen Yuan was about to disappear, his originally outstretched right hand was held weakly and pulled back.

After completing this action, he let his body relax, and the whole person fell to the ground, as if he were just an idler sunbathing on the sand.

Under his traction, the fallen yuan in Si Xiang's body was like a silk thread buried in the earth, and the clods in the earth were pulled out together.

The iron sword that originally fell to the ground also shot out suddenly at this moment, piercing Si Xiang's heart.

Si Xiang thought that the iron sword was just a "sacrifice" to give her strength to the Cold Underworld Sword, but she didn't know that it was the real last sword left by Bei Mingxiu to her.

Etiquette is still exchanged, and the sword is aimed at near Si Xiang's heart.

I don't know if it's the ghost envoy or what the Northern Meditation Cultivator wants to do, Si Xiang's delicate body moved slightly, as if she wanted to dodge the sword that shot from behind like lightning, the blade of the sword was impartial, and it just pierced her heart from behind.

Fallen Yuan was raging in Si Xiang's body, and her body-protecting spiritual power failed to work.

......

The autumn water sword fell to the ground.

The Cold Stygian Sword and the Iron Sword flew back to his side under the control of the Northern Immortal Cultivator.

Si Xiang stood not far in front of Bei Ming's cultivation in a daze, and there was a bloody hole in his heart.

This pinnacle of the younger generation of the human world gritted his teeth and persisted for a long time, but finally fell to his knees, covering his heart, his face full of shock.

At that moment, her entire body seemed to be out of control.

If it weren't for that, she would have already hit the Northern Immortal Cultivator hard, and she would have been able to easily dodge the sword behind her.

Why is this happening?

Si Xiang didn't have much time to think.

As the sharp pain in her heart spread throughout her body, her vitality gradually dissipated with the loss of her original spiritual power.

She suddenly thought of something, looked at the smiling Bei Ming Cultivator who was facing the sky on her back in front of her, and asked with difficulty, "What exactly did you break into my body?"

At this time, Si Xiang's heart has been smashed by the cold sword intent hidden on the iron sword, and he can no longer pose a threat to him, and the Northern Immortal Cultivator will not hesitate to let her die clearly.

"It's called the Fallen Yuan, and it's the same thing as the Death Eye that was just implanted in your body. ”

Bei Ming let out a long breath and said, "If you don't accept his Death Demon Eye, I will definitely not dare to fight you." ”

"The Death Demon Eye in your body is too weak, maybe it's just something that guy used for you to destroy corpses, but it has indeed merged with your soul, as long as I attract it with the Fallen Yuan, I can make it go berserk and disordered, and let you cultivate to the sky, and you still can't control your body at that moment. ”

Si Xiang was stunned when he heard this, and smiled wryly, "I see." ”

She didn't say anything more and calmly accepted the fact.

Being killed by someone who is inferior in skill is a common thing in the cultivation world, and there are many unknown cultivators who have died.

She had seen countless people fall in front of her unwillingly.

Now it's her turn, at least she can die clearly, and it doesn't seem to be bad.

When she heard that the treasure of the Heavenly Desolate Valley was in the world, and then she was persuaded by that strange old man to give her the Eye of Death, and decided to come to Fengyun Village to avenge her mother, she was ready to reveal the matter.

At that time, maybe she could stay out of the matter with her reputation as a righteous path in the human world, and maybe she would still be provoked by someone with a heart, but she never thought she would die.

Who would have a grudge against the world-famous Snow Peak Sword Sect senior sister because of a few people they didn't know?

But she's still going to die.

Perhaps, it is retribution.

Si Xiang gave up the struggle, looked at the young man in front of him who was lying in the open space covered in blood, smiling and closing his eyes, and sighed in his heart.

She has always admired the Northern Meditation Practice.

Even if he wasn't the third disciple of the Shoreless Sword Peak and didn't have any reliable background, she still thought that there would be a place for him in the future cultivation world.

His heart is firm enough that he seems to be able to keep his heart calm at all times, and he is not merciless in the face of enemies.

Just like she used to be.

She looked at the Northern Meditation Cultivator, just like looking at herself who had been in the rivers and lakes before.

Back then, I always adhered to the distinction between good and evil in my heart, but in the end, I was defeated by the flame of hatred.

This guy doesn't seem to have a clear distinction between good and evil in his heart, but that's how he is, and in the end he still chooses to stop in front of her.

A trace of confusion flashed across Si Xiang's face.

She didn't feel happy when the revenge was avenged, and in her original memory, there was no impression of these three brothers.

On the contrary, when the Northern Meditation Cultivator challenged her, she felt a burst of sadness in her heart for no reason.

Now that she is defeated and about to die, why is her heart so calm?

Si Xiang didn't continue to think about it.

The enemy is dead, she is also going to die, the original intention of her cultivation is to avenge her mother, and now that this goal has been achieved, if she is not dying, she may also plan well what she should do in the future.

"Yuan Xue, I'll leave it to you. ”

This is the last sentence that Si Xiang left in the world.

Bei Ming Xiu opened his eyes and made a serious promise: "Don't worry, I will send her back to the Snow Peak Sword Sect safe and sound." ”

Si Xiang smiled on his face, and his eyes rarely showed a tenderness.

This is the first time in the twenty years since she went to the Snow Peak Sword Sect that she has shown the attitude of a child.

It's a flash in the pan, but it's still beautiful.

She slowly closed her eyes, and her whole body finally lost the support of her strength completely, and collapsed in the blood that flowed from herself.

The blood debt should be paid by blood.

The grievances and hatreds of Fengyun Village were finally cleared.

......

Bei Mingxiu didn't get up and watched Si Xiang's last journey.

He couldn't move now, and the damage caused by the fallen yuan to his body made it difficult for him to even use the heavenly humanity to actively absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

He looked at the sun in the sky, his chest couldn't help but rise and fall, greedily absorbing spiritual power from his breath.

Beside him, there were several tiny silver needles, and there was a cold light hidden on the needles.

This is the Snow Peak Sword Sect's Flying Snow Needle.

It was these small needles that took the lives of Sikong Ming and others.

It's just that until the end, Si Xiang didn't use this killing move against him.

Bei Ming Xiu also knew that Si Xiang had two chances to kill her before, but she never did it.

Everything has settled, but his heart is also a little empty.

At this moment, a piece of clear water appeared in front of his eyes and sprinkled directly on him.

Bei Mingxiu knew that this was Xu Jinsong's spell.

There was not the slightest killing intent in Qing Shui, it was just lightly sprinkled on his body, and it was absorbed by his heavenly beings.

The pain in his body gradually decreased, and Bei Ming Xiu was able to get up, nodding slightly in the direction of Xu Jinsong, his eyes slightly condensed.

Xu Jinsong was still in the same place, lying leisurely, smiling and waving at him, as if the thrilling battle had not happened before.

It's just that Yuan Xue is no longer there.

Bei Mingxiu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly turned his head to look for it.

Luckily, it's right next to it.

Yuan Xue was half-kneeling beside Si Xiang's corpse, the injury on the back of her head had healed a lot, it should be the combined effect of Xu Jinsong's treatment and the Ginseng Zhi Rejuvenation Pill.

She lowered her head, her eyes dim, staring straight at the Qiushui Sword on the ground.

Bei Mingxiu stepped forward and silently put his hand on her shoulder.

The little girl buried her face in his clothes, choked up, and soon choked up to sobbing, and then cried aloud.

Bei Ming Xiu let her vent her sadness, but the hand on the little girl's shoulder increased a little strength.

One big and one young stood in the sun, unmoved for a long time.