Live by heart, die by heart.

When she heard that Modao was also willing to die for her, Yue Qiushui understood, and she finally understood the true meaning of these eight words.

"First type, don't forget. Yue Qiushui's voice came, and the voice was very soft, so light that it was difficult to hear. The next moment, Yue Qiushui's eyes changed, becoming hollow, as if he had lost his soul, as if he had forgotten everything.

In an instant, a breathtaking momentum poured out from Yue Qiushui's body. The momentum was so strong that it drove the wind to howl, like a ghost crying, like a beast howling.

The long sword was held towards the sky, and Yue Qiushui's body slowly floated into the air.

"Kill, kill her!" At the moment when Yue Qiushui's body took off, Na Zhuo Ding suddenly shouted loudly, his face full of horror. At this time, he no longer wanted to get Yue Qiushui's sword technique, he just wanted to save his life. Feeling the amazing momentum that emerged from Yue Qiushui's body, Zhuo Ding instantly understood that Yue Qiushui had used that legendary sword technique.

It's just that Zhuo Ding doesn't understand, since the sword technique is available, why didn't Yue Qiushui use it at the beginning, but he has to wait until now. But at this moment, these are no longer important, in the face of the legendary sword trick, Zhuo Ding does not have the courage to fight, at this moment Zhuo Ding just wants to escape.

Zhuo Ding knew what was terrible about that sword technique, but the man in black on the roof didn't know it.

The rain of arrows roared down and went straight to Yue Qiushui.

In the face of the rain of arrows, Yue Qiushui didn't move, and even his gaze didn't change. At this moment, Yue Qiushui seemed to have lost his mind, and stood quietly in the air like that. Maintain the posture of holding the sword to the sky.

The next moment, a surprising scene appeared. I saw that those feather arrows suddenly fixed in mid-air when they were close to Yue Qiushui, as if they were grabbed by a pair of hands. A soft sound followed, and it turned to ashes at the same time in an instant.

At this time, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from above the sky, slashing at the tip of Yue Qiushui's sword. The thunder shines brightly, making it impossible to look at it directly.

In a trance, a voice came: "You wish." ”

"Yes. Yue Qiushui replied, without reluctance, without hesitation, and without the slightest fear, Yue Qiushui replied to the voice with a calm expression.

"Good. The voice replied. In an instant, the thunder was gone, and everything was back to normal. It's just that the long sword in Yue Qiushui's hand has changed, and it has become shining, as if the thunder is in her sword at the moment.

Holding the shining long sword in his hand, Yue Qiushui looked at the surrounding crowd and gently raised the sword.

"No!" Inkknife shouted to stop. He didn't know what Yue Qiushui had done, but he could feel the shuddering aura from the long sword in Yue Qiushui's hand. The ink knife didn't know what kind of power it was or where it came from, but the ink knife knew that if a mortal wanted to exert that kind of power, he would definitely pay an immeasurable price.

"Help me take care of Niu Niu. Yue Qiushui said softly. Then, regardless of the ink knife to stop him, the long sword in his hand slowly fell.

There was no longer an astonishing momentum, and at this moment, Yue Qiushui's breath was completely restrained. It was just an ordinary sword, but when the long sword swung down, a thunder dragon flew out of the sword in an instant. Flock to the crowd.

The thunder dragon is raging, and no one can do it. Everywhere there were screams, blood flowing, stumps and severed arms, and the earth was spread.

"I'm sorry......" Yue Qiushui said softly, tears streaming across his face. Because of her kindness, she has always been reluctant to kill, but at this time she has no other way.

The thunder dragon swam away, in an instant. Then it flew to the horizon, turned into a point of light, and disappeared.

Although it was instantaneous, at this moment, Zhuo Mansion had turned into a purgatory on earth, the houses collapsed, blood spilled the earth, and there were wails everywhere.

After a sword, Yue Qiushui fell from mid-air.

A black figure flashed by, catching her steadily.

At this time, Yue Qiushui looked extremely weak, and the sound of breathing was inaudible. Blood flowed from all seven orifices. But Yue Qiushui was smiling, and an unprecedented sense of happiness welled up in her heart in the arms of the ink knife, feeling the warm embrace, Yue Qiushui suddenly felt that this sword was worth it.

"Sister, what's wrong with you......" Niuniu asked crying.

"Don't worry, my sister is fine. Looking at Niuniu, Yue Qiushui was reluctant.

"The price. He didn't ask about Yue Qiushui's physical condition, but he just looked at it with his eyes, and the ink knife also knew that Yue Qiushui was on the verge of deep thought at this time. Mo Dao wanted to know the price of Yue Qiushui's sword, and only when he knew the price could Mo Dao find a way to save people. Since that sword failed to directly ask for Yue Qiushui's name, there must be a remedy.

"It's okay, just have a good rest and you'll be fine. Although he didn't see concern in the eyes of the ink knife, Yue Qiushui knew that the ink knife was also worried about himself, but from the slight tremor of the hand holding him, Yue Qiushui could know.

Say. ”

"Seven days. I'll be dead in seven days. Yue Qiushui finally chose to tell Modao, the reason why she told Modao was because she hoped that Modao could accompany her in the last seven days. This may be the selfishness of women, but who is to blame for this selfishness.

"Uncle, will you save your sister? Niuniu's eyes were red, and she looked at the ink knife and asked.

"Yes. Modao replied.

"Seven days. Ink Knife muttered softly. At this time, Mo Dao had already decided that in these seven days, he must think of a way to save Yue Qiushui.

"Let's go. Yue Qiushui said. Now she just wants to find a quiet place to spend her last seven days with the ink knife.

"Good. Mo Dao answered, hugged Yue Qiushui and walked out.

At this moment, suddenly a woman's voice came. "Help me......" The voice was faint and seemed to be seriously injured.

I saw a maid lying on the ground, a pillar was pressed against her back, blood was flowing continuously, obviously the previous thunder dragon did not kill her, but the collapsed house crushed her underneath.

Looking at the maid, the ink knife suddenly felt familiar. The next moment, Modao instantly remembered that this woman was the person who poured tea for him before. Looking at the maid, an expression of hatred appeared on Modao's face for the first time.

If it weren't for this woman poisoning his water, the ink knife was fully capable of killing Zhuo Ding, and if Zhuo Ding had been killed, then everything that followed would not have happened.

Looking at the maid, Modao wanted to kill her with one slash. But the ink knife can't, he can't kill mortals, because he can't die yet, he wants to save Yue Qiushui.

Ignoring the voice, the ink knife still walked out.

Although Modao knew that it was Zhuo Qing's order for the woman to poison him in his water, she may have been forced to be helpless, but since she harmed others, she must have the consciousness to bear the consequences.

And this consequence is that the ink knife will not be saved. You may complain that the ink knife is not generous enough, but this is the code of conduct of the ink knife. Modao is not a savior, never has been, he is just a mortal, a mortal with the purpose of destroying immortals.