"Kill him!" Zixin ordered.

Then he broke away from the battle alone and chased in the direction of Shen Xiaole.

Seeing this, Zi Yi turned around and kept up with Zi Xin tightly, dragging him down.

He dragged Zixin regardless of it, and gave the two disciples an opportunity to take advantage of, and the two of them attacked together.

The long sword stabbed into Ziyi's chest and abdomen, blood spurted out, and his figure staggered, almost falling down.

However, even so, his hand still tugged at the corner of Zixin's clothes.

Zixin was pulled back by him, annoyed and angry, and the whole person turned around and stabbed Ziyi with a sword.

"You're crazy! Don't die, I'll fulfill you!"

The long sword stabbed into Ziyi's chest with mana, and blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

He still held on to Zixin tightly, pestering him, and not letting him chase him.

Zixin couldn't shake it off, Zi Yi was angry, and he slapped it again.

"Poof" Zi Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing Zixin's clothes red, but he still clung to it.

Shen Xiaole was carried farther and farther away by the mana, but she could still see the scene below very clearly.

She clenched her palms, her whole body trembling.

She watched Zi Yi desperately dragging them, and watched him being stabbed sword after sword...

Watch him bleed, watch him grow weaker, watch him finally fall to the ground...

The moment she fell to the ground, Ziyi still looked in her direction, and her eyes never left her.

Shen Xiaole stayed in Ziyi's mana, biting his lip tightly, and his heart was in pain.

"Why are you being so nice to me, I have clearly extinguished all your hopes..."

"You treat me like this, how can I repay this love?"

"Ziyi..."

Shen Xiaole saw Zi Yi fall in a pool of blood, and Zi Xin still stabbed his body with swords after swords, as if he was venting his anger, more like he was doing it to her.

At this time, Zixin's two henchmen and disciples chased after Shen Xiaole.

Zixin was still in place, and he looked in the direction of Shen Xiaole, with a hideous look on his face.

"Shen Xiaole, you killed Ziyi, look at it, he died so miserably, but you didn't even collect the corpse for him, you will not be able to sleep well in your life!"

"Hahaha..."Zixin laughed out loud after speaking.

His words entered Shen Xiaole's ears without falling, and punched her heart hard after punch.

Ziyi's eyes are still open, he doesn't blink his eyes to death, he exposes the corpse in the wilderness...

This scene was imprinted in Shen Xiaole's mind, lingering...

At this moment, Zixin's two disciples had already caught up with Shen Xiaole.

Shen Xiaole clenched his fists, hatred spreading in his eyes...

With a wave of their long swords, they directly broke through Ziyi's mana, and Shen Xiaole's body fell off and fell directly into the forest.

The two disciples hurriedly chased after them, and as soon as they landed, they saw Shen Xiaole who had fallen.

"Shen Xiaole, let's catch it!"

After saying that, they carried their swords and walked towards Shen Xiaole.

Shen Xiaole clenched his palms, his face was pale, and he was trembling all over, intending to fight them to the death.

At this moment, a mana came over, directly slapping the two disciples into blood foam and dissipating into the air.

Shen Xiaole turned around in shock, only to see a person who was peerless, and a person who was as bright red as a demon.

He slowly walked up to Shen Xiaole: "I'm late..."