"Jian'er said that if you want to be your wife, you will definitely be, no matter how difficult it is, I will not give up, because we are destined, we were before, we are, and we will be in the future, even if you can't accept Jian'er now, but you will definitely be in the future, because you are my cultivator, and you are the only love of Jian'er in this life. Secretly clenching her little fists, Jian Er's expression became extremely resolute.

The life-and-death duel between the two continued, and as time passed, Liu Shaoqin slowly fell behind because of the gradual weakening of external forces, and the moves in his hands became more and more weak.

Everyone saw it in their eyes and made up their minds, the victory or defeat could not be more obvious now, and victory or defeat was just a matter of time.

"You relied on the power of Wanliutang to endanger one party, and now that the external force is exhausted, there is no longer anything to rely on, go down and make amends for those who died in vain. "Murong Xiu's eyes are murderous, he never thinks that he is a good person, but he is by no means a wicked person, and Liu Shaoqin has a lot of evil deeds, blood debts one by one, let such a person live in the world, it is disrespectful to the soul who died in his hands, and it is the suffering of the world, if you want to stop this kind of thing from happening again, you must let it disappear from this world forever and ever.

The Xingyao Sword moved at will, forcing Liu Shaoqin to defend under the swing, and under the urging of Murong Xiu, the Xingyao Sword stabbed out with a layer of dark golden streamer, which was so powerful that the former vomited blood.

"Don't kill me......" The matter has come to this, Liu Shaoqin knows that he has no power to return to heaven, he has to beg for mercy, but everything is impossible, Murong Xiu will not allow him to live one more day.

!!After stabbing out the sword, Murong Xiu stretched out his hand and pushed the Xingyao Sword out, and the blade of the sword went straight to Liu Shaoqin's chest, and the latter didn't dare to say a word more, so he could only use all the remaining vitality to defend.

With a bang, Murong Xiu's palm shone brightly, and a palm slapped at the end of the hilt of the Xingyao sword, even if Liu Shaoqin had the Seven Heavens realm, it was difficult to defend against this killing blow.

Hiss......

The black streamer flashed away, Xingyao pierced from Liu Shaoqin's chest, and his back rushed out, a heart was so broken that it couldn't be broken anymore, even if Da Luo Jinxian came, it would be difficult to save it.

In the next second, the blood mist exploded, and Xingyao not only pierced Liu Shaoqin's chest, but even the hands that stopped in front of him were pierced to the bones, which made people feel chilling. Liu Shaoqin's lips squirmed as if he wanted to say something, but blood involuntarily surged up his throat, making him unable to say a word, and finally, he slowly collapsed in unwillingness and remorse.

Since then, Liu Shaoqin, the young master of Wanliutang, has been removed from the world, a murderer, and a disciple of the Qi Sect Sword Saint, Murong Xiu.

Ten years can make two people who are familiar with each other strangers, can make best friends become enemies, and can make everything become human, but fortunately, none of this happened to Murong Xiu and Jian'er.

Ten years ago, he was a little beggar who was bullied, shuttling through the streets and alleys all day long for three meals and clothing, and was even chased and killed for a day and a night, and almost died in the falling dragon abyss.

Ten years later, he can already stand alone, covering his hands to kill the masters of the Seven Heavens Realm, who would dare to say that he is a weakling, as a victor, he looks down at the corpse of the loser, like the king of the world.

The brothers can make fun of him unscrupulously, and his fellow disciples cheer for him, as if they are more excited than if they have defeated a strong opponent, and their feelings for each other are like the closest family members, without the slightest taboo and concern.

"You are still the same person you were ten years ago, whether you are Murong Xiu or Xiu, you are the person in my mind. Standing there quietly, watching the Qi Sect disciples surrounding Murong Xiu, Jian Er had long forgotten what had happened to her before, and even felt glad that if it weren't for this gang of bandits, how could she meet Murong Xiu here.

"Hmm, Xiu, you ......" When Jian Er was distracted, Murong Xiu walked through the crowd, grabbed Jian Er's waist with one hand, stepped on the black sword qi, and soared into the sky, causing her to subconsciously exclaim.

The wind was howling, the blue sky, the white clouds, getting closer and closer to them, Jian Er seemed to be able to feel Murong Xiu's mood at the moment, she didn't speak again, she didn't want to break the atmosphere at this time, just soaring between heaven and earth with her cultivation, it was an incomparably happy and happy feeling.

"This thing that is heavy on color and light on friends, just exposed us here?" Tang Xiao snorted angrily, and was about to catch up.

"This senior brother, Senior Sister Jian'er has missed him day and night for ten years, and those of us who are senior sisters are distressed to look at it, we finally met today, so let them go. Yan Duo really cherishes Jian Er, in the past ten years, she doesn't remember how many times Jian Er has mentioned the name Xiu, ten years may not be anything to immortal cultivators, but who can really understand the torment of that kind of longing.

"Hehe, junior sister's words are bad, how could I do such a thing, ah, junior sister, you see such a beautiful day, we might as well follow their example and appreciate the beauty ......of this dragon head mountain" Tang Xiao did not leave the line for three sentences, and his eyes swept around in Yan Duo's delicate figure, and his expression was so obscene and obscene, he almost didn't drool.

With a snap, Yan Duoyu shook his arm, and slapped his slender hand directly on Tang Xiao's head, Yan Duogui is one of the most outstanding disciples of Yanyulou, and his own strength should not be underestimated.

"Yo, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, !!it hurts, it hurts, it hurts,

"You deserve it, Senior Sister Yan, let's go, we'll take you to heal. "Murong Qiuxue is a famous king of mending swords in the Qi Sect, and Tang Min pulled Yan Duo up and walked towards the door.

Zhongmei left in a long time, which made Tang Xiao even more sad and began to play treasure, holding the arm of a junior brother, shouting grievances, like an unreasonable child.

The crowd didn't bother to pay attention to him, and under Murong Zheng's orders, they began to clean up the battlefield.

Outside the stone city, on a dangerous peak of Longtou Mountain, a streamer flew in, startling the nearby birds to whisper and fly in all directions.

On a relatively flat boulder, Murong Xiu and Jian Er both appeared.

"It's been ten years, and my Jane has grown into a big girl. ”

When he said this, Murong Xiu had tears in the corners of his eyes, and he hugged Jian Er in his arms, just like Jian Er missed him day and night, why didn't he do so. In the past ten years, the reason why he has been cultivating desperately is for something, just hoping that when he meets again in the future, he can have the ability to prevent her from being wronged and bullied in the slightest.

"Xiu, I miss you so much. Tears turned into lovesick rain, and Jian Er hugged Murong Xiu's sturdy body, feeling as if she had the whole world, very warm, very safe, and naturally very happy.

The lovesickness is unbearable, and when they meet, they feel that the days of begging and living in Jibei Town seem to be just yesterday.

"I knew that it was so hard, we should have stayed in Jibei Town at the beginning, no, it was good to go anywhere, as long as we could be together, even if we were still beggars, I was willing. In her arms, Jian Er cried even harder, and the hand holding Murong Xiu became tighter and tighter, as if Murong Xiu would disappear as soon as she let go of her hand a little.

Feeling the warmth in his chest, as well as Jian Er's sincere words, Murong Xiu's heart hurt like a pinprick, he knew very well that Jian Er was attached to him, he had been living so hard for ten years, and he could imagine how Jian Er survived.

"Silly girl!! Murong Xiu is usually not good at words, and at this moment, he doesn't know how to comfort Jian'er, so he can only hug her tightly like this, so that she can feel her sincerity and guilt.

Ten years later, Shicheng will see you again, and the pain of lovesickness will be solved.

In this way, the two hugged each other silently for a long time, and in the end, Jian Er stopped crying, but she just didn't want to get up, because she had long dreamed that letting Murong Xiu hold herself like this could make each other feel each other's body temperature and heartbeat.

"Come, little girl, let my brother take a good look, I haven't seen you for ten years. In the end, it was Murong Xiu who broke the tranquility, helped Jian'er, wiped away the tears on her face, and looked up and down carefully.

"You're not my brother. I don't know if it's because of the ten years in Murong Xiu's mouth, or because of the word brother, Jian Er suddenly felt a sour nose, twisted her brows and said resolutely, Murong Xiu was stunned when she heard it, but she didn't reflect it for a while.

"You have forgotten what I said ten years ago, you are not my brother, I am not your sister, I want to be your wife, whether it is Jane who was a beggar ten years ago, or Sikong Jian'er ten years later. ”