"I choose!" When he shouted angrily and helplessly, Song Wangchen was already pointing at everyone.

Jiang Yu couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said with a smug expression: "Okay! I......'ll let them go" Before he finished speaking, he felt that the murderous aura around him was soaring, and then a vigorous and fierce sword swept over, and behind him was also a sword aura, which lifted his red hair into a frenzy, and he was stunned in his heart, and he had pushed Yu Man away.

And he was subjected to the unexpected front and back raids between Song Wangchen and Zi, two deep and bony wounds almost tore his entire chest, Jiang Yu was so painful that his red eyebrows tightened, sweat drops on his forehead were like rain, his clenched hands suddenly opened, rolling demonic flames surrounded his body, and in the blink of an eye, the blood-drenched wound healed again at the speed of light.

When he raised his eyes, the red pupils were burning with anger, and when he threw his clothes, he had already spread out the Qiankun painting, and the heart fire had already come out of his palm under the Qiankun painting, and his only remaining benevolence towards Ji Nuan was also angered by Song Wangchen's actions to the point of vanishing.

"You are really righteous and awe-inspiring, since you have eyes and no beads and have to go against me, then I will burn it now!" When he roared angrily, the fireworks in his palm had already ignited a corner of the Qiankun painting.

Jiang Yu laughed arrogantly, laughing at himself, in vain he had been showing mercy to his subordinates, but Song Wangchen only wanted to kill him, even if he did not hesitate to abandon his wife again.

"Stop!" After Song Wangchen roared compassionately, he rushed forward desperately to snatch the Qiankun painting, but Jiang Yu didn't bother to do anything with him at all, just blindly dodged, seeing the Qiankun painting burning with a sizzling sound, he felt that his heart was also burned along with the painting, and the pain was so painful that it was difficult to suppress himself.

When Baimen besieged, he could not hesitate to lose the world for Ji Nuan, at that time, the so-called disappointment of the world was just standing on the opposite side of Baimen, at most he would end up infamous and being hunted down, and it would not really hurt the lives of the people in the world.

But this time is different, if he is for Ji Nuan, he will not only be shameless by the world and spurned by tens of thousands of people, but will make everyone in the world fall into dire straits.

Most of the hundred doors are greedy for fame and profit, but they are greedy for life and afraid of death, Song Wangchen not only knows, but also very disgusted, but it is precisely because of this group of people that the world has been able to live in peace for thousands of years, if they are all dead, the demon clan is rampant, the demons are raging, how can the people live?

The world is no more, the common people are gone, how can they settle down?

Although Song Wangchen's heart is like a knife, he can't give up the world for Ji Nuan.

"Kill!"

The crowd around them swarmed at this time, completely ignoring Ji Nuan's life or death, Song Wangchen only felt that the endless cold hit his whole body, and then he slammed the evil on the ground, and once again bounced everyone away with his sword qi.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he pulled out the evil spirit, and the figure that was as fast as light rushed to Jiang Yu's body, spinning back and forth between his wrists, driving a whirlwind to whistle by, and the burning flames on the Qiankun painting were extinguished in an instant, but when he reached out to grab it, he was bypassed by Jiang Yu again.

"Song Wangchen, I want you to destroy your eyes, otherwise!" Jiang Yu glared fiercely at his blood-red pupils, roared with a hissing voice, and moved the fingertip fireworks to the Qiankun painting again.

A large piece of the painting has already been burned, if it is burned again, Ji Nuan will definitely die, Song Wangchen did not hesitate, and he raised the evil to the level of his eyes.

In his ears, he could clearly hear the eager calls of Cheng Xiaorou and Zijian and his group, and there were also people in the hundred doors who spoke out, asking him to put the overall situation first for the sake of the common people in the world, and not to act recklessly.

But he can't even protect his beloved, so how can he protect the world, and what difference does it make if these eyes have or don't?

Ji Nuan could see everything Song Wuchen had done, but she couldn't get out of the Qiankun painting after trying many times, so she could only cry sadly, "Xianggong, don't, don't!"

Her eyes suddenly became scarlet, Ji Nuan staggered and fell to the ground, the tears on her cheeks kept sliding down, she couldn't change anything, Song Wangchen still ruined her eyes after all.

When he raised his eyes again, he saw that Song Wangchen had been slapped by Jiang Yu and flew out, Jiang Yu himself vomited blood again and again, and the tip of the sword pierced through his chest continued to drip blood, smashing it into the Qiankun painting, dyeing her eyes red, slashing her heart alive, the cold endlessly hit her whole body, and the sudden darkness in front of her eyes made Ji Nuan no longer able to resist the fatigue of her body and mind, and collapsed to the ground weakly.

Jiang Yu stared at the long sword on his chest that was bleeding, his red eyes were foggy, and the Qiankun painting he was holding in his hand slipped in vain, swaying and undulating with the breeze, and slowly fell into a pool of stagnant water, and the body of the painting was gradually soaked by stagnant water, flooding with bright blood flowers.

"You killed Ji Nuan!" Yu Man roared angrily and pulled out his long sword, his strained body trembling in the wind, and the teardrops and water droplets on his cheeks continued to slide down.

Jiang Yu pushed her away in a hurry and fell into the water, she gradually woke up from the nightmarish dream, and what she saw when she opened her eyes was that Jiang Yu had ignited the Qiankun painting, and the last ray of sunshine in her heart was also destroyed.

She picked up the long sword on the ground in a rage, and at the same time that Song Wangchen destroyed his eyes, she slammed the long sword into Jiang Yu's back, and her palm continued to push hard, penetrating his chest and poking her own heart.

When the long sword in her hand fell to the ground in vain, Yu Man smiled with relief, laughing sadly, tears flowed down her face, although she was in a dream, she could also hear the movements around her, and knew more clearly that it was Jiang Yu who saved her again and again.

It's a pity! He is a blood demon, the murderer of Ji Nuan, the beast that made her worse than death, and the husband she wants to hate but can't hate anymore.

Jiang Yu turned around, the wound on his chest was still bleeding, he pinched her shoulder fiercely, twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Why...... Why do you all have to kill me for Ji Nuan, why?" When the last one roared, the scarlet in his mouth continued to overflow, and the mist contained in his red pupils finally turned into two blood tears, and his pale cheeks were full of pain and tiredness.

No matter how many swords outsiders cut at him, he could easily heal him, but Yu Man stabbed his heart and gouged out his heart.

He won't die, but his heart will hurt, so much so that he can't wait to reach out and grab his heart, gritting his teeth and telling it: "If you dare to hurt again, I will crush you!"

Yu Man looked at him with teary eyes, the ripples in her heart were once again removed, she could see the pain and resentment in his eyes, and she could also feel his sadness, but she really couldn't let go of the hatred in her heart, let alone convince herself to forgive him for killing Ji Nuan, so she yelled at him: "Because you deserve to die!"

A simple sentence tormented him like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, Jiang Yu pinched her neck fiercely, lifted her high into the air, her red eyes stared at her, and the strength of her wrist continued to increase.

Yu Man's face was pale and pale, and tears of pain kept falling, but she didn't have a trace of desire to struggle, she had long lost the desire to live, it was, it was, it was, and it is now!

After Song Wangchen was slapped out by Jiang Yu's powerful palm, he was picked up by Zijian Fei, and he still closed his eyes tightly, two dazzling bright reds continued to rage on the white cheeks, and the chest was also left with a scorched palm print due to the heavy blow, when the big hand hung down, the bloodstained evil in the palm fell to the ground, making a piercing "clang" sound, the urgent call in his ears became softer and lighter, and the surroundings gradually became dead and silent, and he could finally sleep with peace of mind.

"Senior brother," Cheng Xiaorou had already abandoned the authority of the head of Duxi River, crying so that her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was hoarse.

Ruqin and Rumu on the side couldn't cry even more, Ji Nuan was gone, even Song Wangchen was blind, they didn't even know if he could still live?

The group of Dusk Creek disciples behind him were not much better, and they covered their eyes with their sleeves, deceiving themselves to block their sorrows.

Only Zijian calmly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, raised his hand and pointed at Ruqin and Rumu and commanded: "You two will take Forget Chen to find Uncle Mu, and the rest will be with me to get rid of the blood demon!"