Hearing this, Lingxi's heart was shocked, and he turned his head and shifted his gaze to Bai Junqian's body, seeing him walking towards her, and the blood-stained white clothes were reflected in her eyes, but the sword in his hand was not bloodstained at all, and his eyes were fixed on Lingxi.

Lingxi saw the meaning of reproach in his eyes, and saw him say slowly: "You shouldn't have killed so many people." ”

This sentence..... The same voice, the same words, like in a dream.

Lingxi's eyes trembled, and at this moment, the sword froze, as if it was pulled by a huge force, and it couldn't advance for half a minute.

"Stop it. Bai Junqian frowned and said, "They don't deserve to die." ”

"I ......" Lingxi instantly felt a heavy blow in her heart, seeing Bai Junqian healing Yin Chengcheng, she couldn't make any movements, gritted her teeth, and the red luan sword slipped from her hand.

There was a wave of pathos and anger in my heart, as if I had experienced it before, so it was the emotion that would arise.

At this time, Nanfeng also walked over, only to see that Huahua weakly raised a finger, staggered at Lingxi, and said, "I am not defeated." ”

"But I don't think the battle between the two of you is over, and you're already defeated, right?" Nanfeng said, raising his sword and slashing at Hua Hua, the sword technique was sharp and precise, stirring up a visible whirlpool, roughly cutting through the air, the momentum was rapid, but it stopped when it was half a minute away from the victory of Hua Hua's forehead.

Nanfeng looked at Lingxi, as if asking for Lingxi's opinion, but Lingxi did look at Bai Junqian, her eyes were full of guilt, and the previous anger had long been hidden behind.

"You shouldn't have hurt so many people, they had already stopped in front of them. Bai Junqian said. The words and expressions are always clear and upright.

Hearing this, Lingxi's body trembled slightly.

"You're not wrong, it's them who are wrong. Nanfeng suddenly pulled Lingxi in his direction and said, "The so-called kindness, why don't you see that they have used it on us before?"

As soon as these words came out, Lingxi seemed to feel that what he had done was not wrong, and his heart began to hesitate on both sides.

At this time, Nanfeng was ruthless in his hands, and was about to kill Huahua directly, but he was stopped by Bai Junqian's sword.

"Why do you want to be so spiritual, it's not right to kill people, not to mention that these people have already surrendered?" Bai Junqian shouted loudly.

Nanfeng sneered and said, "Why do you always blame Lingxi every time you face these things, instead of thinking about how painful she is now?

"It's none of your business. Bai Junqian said.

"Then what Lingxi does at this time is none of your business. Nanfeng shouted, holding the hilt of his sword with both hands, and attacked towards Bai Junqian.

Bai Junqian was naturally parrying, the two swords collided with each other, sparks splashed, crossed each other, and the two fought fiercely, not letting go at all.

Although Nanfeng was injured, his muscles were violent, his face was red, his skin was twisted into uneven hills, Bai Junqian also clenched his teeth, his arms trembled slightly, and his blood churned in his internal organs.

On the other side, Na Huahua was helped up by Yin Chengcheng and was about to leave here, but the middle-aged man smiled, hooked one foot, picked up the ordinary long sword left on the ground, took the sword lightly with his right hand, turned sensitively, and threw it straight to the right side of the pillar, and at the same time hit the flying step from the left side.

Cold sweat rippled on Huahua's back, and he was a little frightened, and when he saw the long sword sweeping past his right ear, he hurriedly took Yin Chengcheng to the left to dodge.

But the middle-aged man came to them and said, "This matter is not over yet, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

So they looked at the place where Bai Junqian and Nanfeng were fighting, and saw that their battle was becoming more and more intense, and they seemed to have a lot of anger and resentment towards each other.

Lingxi looked at this scene, shook his head, looked at the already cold corpse, and the moment he turned his face, a tear slipped down his face, fell on his clothes, and melted into blood.

She took a breath, picked up the Hongluan Sword, and then started, slowly thinking about Huahua and walking.

"I must avenge Brother Wei!" she said through gritted teeth.

"It's not me, it's not me at all! I'm just doing what I'm told. Hua Hua explained loudly, and he seemed to have felt despair in the face of Lingxi's approach.

"Lingxi, you can't do this!" Bai Junqian shouted as he fended off the south wind's attack.

Lingxi paused, but didn't stop. She thought that she had been miserable all her life in that memory, but she never thought that she had laughed so much in that memory, but now that the laughter was broken, she just wanted revenge...... What about the past, and what about obsessions......

It is easy to leave everything behind, but will she have to toss and turn in resentment and guilt for days and nights in the future, and she will not be at peace?

She had a sword in her hand, and the sword was ringing.

"Lingxi......" Bai Junqian watched as Lingxi stabbed at the fleeing Huahua with his sword.

Lingxi's sudden move caused those who were on the way to Huahua's escape to take a big jump, but they found that they were not invincible to Lingxi at all, even if Huahua was their boss, but at this time they didn't dare to make a rash move.

Just when Lingxi was about to catch up with Na Huahua, Na Huahua suddenly turned around, and just like that, he conjured up a thing in a bag - he unfolded a painting in front of Lingxi, which was painted with a late autumn scene of red leaves, Lingxi didn't know why, but the movements in his hands did not stop for half a minute.

She thought she was going to split the painting, but the moment her sword touched it, it was as if it hadn't touched the real thing, as if it had pierced into the air.

She only then found that there was a strong aura attached to this painting, and she just wanted to take back the sword, and the painting was the aura flowing, making Lingxi's clothes and long hair fly, showing a kind of smart beauty, but this was only temporary, Lingxi could not take back the sword that she had chopped out, but was swept into it by a powerful aura that swept from the painting.

There was darkness in front of me for a moment, and when I opened my eyes, everything in front of me seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, and it was as dark as before dawn, even if I tried my best to distinguish it, I only felt like I was in a chaotic realm where the heavens and the earth had just opened, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Where is this!?" Lingxi shouted around, but no voice answered her.

After a while, Lingxi, who was pacing in place, completely withdrew from the killing mood to examine where she was now.

Is it another illusion?

She walked forward with an uneasy mood, and after a few steps, a black shadow came from the ground, Lingxi couldn't help but be vigilant, holding the red luan sword in her hand with one hand, but saw that the other party also made the same move.

She walked forward vigilantly, and suddenly, through the thick fog, a huge water mirror appeared in front of her, reflecting her appearance.

Lingxi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, at this time, his face in this mirror was stained with a lot of blood, and the killing aura was almost written on his face.

She was in a trance for a while, remembering the self 'Hongya' in her memory, I don't know when she went, no living creatures appeared, of course, it was just her memory......

Stretching out her hand, the water mirror sucked her in at once, and this time, a huge aura hit the Heavenly Spirit Gai, making her lose consciousness in an instant.