Nangong Liuxi was the first to find that he wanted to take a step forward.

But she didn't expect to be thrown aside by Qing Ye's white jade fan with a gentle wave of her hand.

When everyone didn't react, Zhong Ci also chased after him and pulled Tong Ziyi away in time.

But Tong Ziyi turned his back and never thought about something unexpected, he couldn't dodge, the glass sword was extremely sharp, Tong Ziyi's sleeves were torn, and his arms were deeply marked.

Yue Qi also stared at Hua Ling angrily.

Hua Ling actually shrank her neck in fear because of Yue Qi's eyes.

Seeing this, Zhong Ci instantly slapped Hua Ling to the ground with one palm, but there was room for it, and it did not hurt the root.

But Jiang Hua and Feng Ya saw Zhong Ci's eyes clearly, that was the look of his eyes that he once stood in the Boyuan Mountain, and he was not angry and arrogant.

Only then did everyone see Hua Ling's face clearly, it was red and swollen, and there was a disgusting red rash.

Feng Ya stood behind Qing Ye and looked at Tong Ziyi, just like when he was a child, which made him flustered again, not knowing what to do.

The blood on Tong Ziyi's arm spread, chaotic her wounds, and she couldn't see how deep the cut was, but the blood was rolling, dripping faster and faster, staining a piece of red.

The sounds of inhaling around came and went, and everyone was stunned by this scene, and they also sympathized with Tong Ziyi.

Nangong Liuxi picked up the white jade fan and wanted to rush forward when he saw this scene: "Lao Tzu cut you first!"

Qing also took the lead in standing in front of Hua Ling,

Tong Ziyi blocked her, as if she couldn't feel the pain, she walked towards Qing Ye with an expressionless face, and asked with red eyes, "Qing Ye, why?"

Qing also saw her appearance, and there was a moment of unbearable unbearability in her eyes that no one noticed, and she didn't open her mouth in the end.

Tong Ziyi pinched her neckline and cried, "I'm your daughter!"

Her voice was poignant, not hysterical, not very loud, but it made everyone's hearts unbearable.

Zhong Ci's hand holding her stiffened, and waves rose in his eyes.

Nangong Liuxi also stepped forward to pat Tong Ziyi's back and comforted her silently.

Qing also heard her shouting this sentence, and there were doubts around her, she was angry, and raised her hand to slap Tong Ziyi.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

This slap stunned everyone present.

There was another burst of ingas.

Even Feng Ya and Hua Ling were stunned, and the explosion news one after another made people stunned.

Jiang Hua couldn't stand it and wanted to speak, but Nangong Yu grabbed him: "This is their family matter!"

"......"

"Let's take a look......"

Only Tong Ziyi laughed alone, laughing and laughing, but tears fell big and big.

She took out the dagger in her arms, put away the cover, and the streamer instantly amazed everyone.

"And what is this thing?"

Tong Ziyi raised her eyes and looked at Qing Ye, grief to the extreme.

This is......

Glass blades.

Although they are all made of precious crystals, this one of hers is different from Hua Ling's glass sword.

The glass blade is polished with the toughest and complete part of the crystal, and then inlaid with the above good spirit beads.

Although Hua Ling's glass sword is long, it is made of the fusion of crystals left behind.

"Do you know a person staring at the door of the palace sect and watching it shut helplessly? Do you know the fear of a person who can't sleep in the night? Do you know how I got here all these years? Isn't that my home?!"

Tong Ziyi walked into her with a glass blade, and every word she said wanted to enter her heart.

But obviously, she couldn't.

"That's not your home in the first place!"

To everyone's surprise again, Qing Ye actually pulled out her hand and used her magic weapon, silk, to add a scar to the back of Tong Ziyi's hand.

"Damn, you old lady is sick!"

"Nangong Liuxi, don't be presumptuous!"

Nangong Yu scolded sharply, Nangong Liuxi was still afraid of her father, so she gritted her teeth, so she didn't rush forward, looked down at Zhong Ci who was already treating her wounds, and glared at Qing Ye viciously.

Qing didn't mind them, and she couldn't even get into her eyes at all, so she just thought they didn't exist, and pulled the silk.

Just now, Tong Ziyi let go of the glass blade in pain, and Qing Ye's silk took it and rolled it back into Qing Ye's hand.

Qing Ye didn't even look at Tong Ziyi anymore, threw the glass blade to Hua Ling, and walked towards Nangong Yu.