It's just that... Liu Zhemei couldn't imagine that the man in black turned out to be the young woman in front of her, that day on Wudang Mountain, the tone of the person's speech, Liu Zhemei knew that this person must have a deep hatred for Xuanyuan Xiang, if this is the case, then Xuanyuan Xiang fell into the hands of this person, where is there any way to live?

Thinking of this, Liu Zhemei seemed to have a force in her body, when Dongfang Yan was still complacent about her plan, Liu Zhemei didn't know when there were a few more silver needles in her hand, and shot towards Dongfang Yan's heart.

"Looking for death!" Although Dongfang Yan said that she did not immediately solve Liu Zhemei, it did not mean that she relaxed her vigilance against Liu Zhemei, Liu Zhemei's series of actions were naturally seen by Dongfang Yan with all her eyes, and without waiting for those plum blossom needles to make a move, Dongfang Yanjiao shouted, and the long sword in her hand had already shot towards Liu Zhemei, passing through Liu Zhemei's heart.

......

The long sword pierced through the chest, so that Liu Zhemei, who was already dying, was already dying at this moment, and her vitality quickly dissipated, but at the last moment of her life, Liu Zhemei's heart was all worried about Xuanyuan Xiang, and she knew that she could no longer protect Xuanyuan Xiang, at that moment...... Looking at the unconscious Xuanyuan Xiang, the green white jade fingers stretched out in the air, wanting to say something, but it was covered up by the blood gushing out of his mouth.

"I can't do it!" Dongfang Yan looked at the scene in front of her, the corners of her mouth were full of sneers, and she watched Liu Zhemei's unwilling pupils dilate little by little, and finally she couldn't die anymore, Dongfang Yan didn't forget to kick Liu Zhemei's corpse with her foot in the end.

Solve Liu Zhemei, Dongfang Yan breathed a long sigh of relief, this time solved Liu Zhemei beside Xuanyuan Xiang, and then there is only one thing left to solve Xuanyuan Xiang, when the time comes to get the weeping blood, he is one step closer to the goal of revenge, Dongfang Yan's plan is almost seamless, thinking of this, Dongfang Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and slowly walked towards Xuanyuan Xiang, who was still in a coma.

Looking at Xuanyuan Xiang who was unconscious on the ground, Dongfang Yan couldn't find any words to describe how many times she could kill Xuanyuan Xiang, but in the end, it was destroyed by someone, this son, no one can stop him anymore, thinking of this, Dongfang Yan reached out and wanted to take the weeping blood behind Xuanyuan Xiang.

Dongfang Yan's outstretched hand was still some distance away from crying blood, but he stopped for some reason, at this moment, Dongfang Yan thought of the scene he saw in the sword shrine in the Valley of Bliss, the weirdness of crying blood Dongfang Yan had been taught in that sword shrine, I thought that no one in this world could break the illusion of crying blood, but the person in front of him, this inconspicuous Xuanyuan Xiang, how did he bring this weeping blood out of the sword mound.

Yes, at this moment, Dongfang Yan had to admit that she retreated, but all her plans were realized, should she give up at this last moment? Dongfang Yan was not reconciled, and she did not allow herself to give up, thinking of this, Dongfang Yan's eyes flashed with a determined look again, "What is he Xuanyuan Xiang, what can he do, I Dongfang Yan will definitely be able to do it!"

As soon as the words fell, Dongfang Yan stretched her hand towards the handle of the weeping blood for a few more minutes, but just like the willow folding, before her fingers touched the weeping blood, Dongfang Yan felt a bone-chilling chill spread to every inch of her body, that coldness was very inexplicable, but it was very real.

"I don't believe it, I can't subdue you!" Feeling the chill that spread throughout the body, instead of making Dongfang Yan flinch, it aroused Dongfang Yan's heart to refuse to admit defeat, and injected all the internal force of the whole body into the palm of his hand, and suddenly, a warmth came from Dongfang Yan's palm, and the chill from crying blood also became weak.

Finally... Finally... Dongfang Yan's hand touched the handle of the weeping blood, and before Dongfang Yan could be happy, a red light suddenly appeared from the blade of the weeping blood, and the red halo shook open, Dongfang Yan didn't notice it, and it was actually shocked by the weeping blood for a long distance.

"Poof..."The backlash of crying blood hit Dongfang Yan's chest, only to feel the blood surging, almost fainting, Dongfang Yan supported the ground with one hand, struggling to stand up, but a mouthful of blood gushed out, Dongfang Yan couldn't support it anymore, and half knelt on the ground.

Dongfang Yan gasped, but her eyes had never been so firm as today as she was to look at the weeping blood, "Just a dead thing, today, I, Dongfang Yan, must subdue you!"

As soon as Dongfang Yan's voice fell, the figure turned into a streamer, this time, it also aroused the anger in Dongfang Yan's heart, in mid-air, Dongfang Yan gathered the internal force of the whole body in the palm of his hand, and rushed towards the hilt of the bloody knife, but before Dongfang Yan approached, a strong wind rolled up from nowhere, only the leaves around him rustled, and some of the thinner branches were also broken in half under the strong wind.

It's just these, Dongfang Yan has long had no energy to pay attention to it, in her eyes, there is only this crying blood in front of her, a few inches away from the crying blood, the weeping blood seems to have a feeling, it turns out to be ownerless, and a red halo rises around the weeping blood, competing with Dongfang Yan's internal force.

"Ah!!" Seeing that it was only a few inches away, but the red halo with the strength and evil cold wind that was not weaker than his own made it difficult for Dongfang Yan to move forward in the slightest, maybe this aroused Dongfang Yan's competitiveness, at this moment, she was never allowed to give up, shouting, Dongfang Yan would take the crying blood even if she was desperate.

After a coquettish shout, the balance between the two forces seemed to be interrupted by something, an inch... An inch... Dongfang Yan is getting closer and closer to the handle of the blood-weeping knife, she seems to have felt that her fingertips have touched the quaint knife handle, under the great joy, Dongfang Yan didn't dare to keep any more strength, and forcibly raised a mouthful of internal force, overnight, Dongfang Yan finally held the blood-weeping handle firmly in her hand.

(End of chapter)