"Fu Yueming. Suddenly, behind him, a voice came coldly.

The voice was too familiar, yet too unfamiliar.

Fu Yueming turned around and saw this familiar but strange person.

"Li Zhanxun. Fu Yueming showed a wry smile, he didn't know what to say or do.

At this moment, everything seemed so pale and powerless, he couldn't redeem Mu Yelong's sacrifice, and he couldn't change the fact that Li Zhanxun finally fell into the demon clan.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, but his hands kept shaking.

Lee Chan-hoon became weird, wearing black lip gloss and black eyeshadow.

looked at the tombstone and let out a sneer: "Dead? This is the end of fighting against the demons, and now it's you, my good brother." ”

Li Zhanxun took out the sword, and suddenly burst out with a full-body cultivation.

What shocked Fu Yueming was that an ordinary person had actually burst out of the late stage of Spiegel's cultivation at this moment.

Fu Yueming took out the Bowl Rain Sword, jumped up in one step, and flew into the air.

"Hugh go!" Li Zhanxun let out a low cry and chased after him.

In the sky, the two fought together, the two swords faced each other, and the energy exploded, shaking the clouds and shaking the trees.

It's just that Fu Yueming's fighting intent is gone at this moment.

He looked at the person in front of him, and he never mentioned the murderous intent, or even only pity.

Li Zhanxun's attack was fierce, and Fu Yueming could only keep retreating.

From this forest, the fight went straight back for hundreds of miles, thousands of miles.

"Fight me!Fu Yueming!Aren't you an immortal!Attack!What are you doing!" Li Zhanxun kept roaring, and one sword qi after another swung towards him.

He was originally a scholar, and what kind of moves and exercises did he know, but he could only rely on brute force.

"Ahhhh

Li Zhanxun held the sword in both hands and forcibly took it.

But when this sword qi reached in front of him, it came to an abrupt end.

"What are you doing?" Li Zhanxun looked at him coldly.

"I remember you saying that when you're done, you're going to treat me to a drink. Fu Yueming looked at him and smiled.

Li Zhanxun's body trembled, and his brows furrowed.

"Am I a success? Are you laughing at me?"

Fu Yueming nodded: "Count, at least you have cultivation and the ability to protect yourself." ”

The two floated in the air, just staring at each other.

Syllable!

Li Zhanxun suddenly stretched out his hand and took the altar thrown by Fu Yueming.

Fu Yueming also raised the altar in his hand, signaled, and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing such a scene, Li Zhanxun gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and drank wildly, but he had never drunk.

He choked on the wine, choked on his cough, and as soon as his tears flashed, he seemed to remember something.

He closed his eyes and burst out laughing, his whole body shaking with laughter.

And yet in the next moment.

His figure flashed, and a sword stabbed out.

Fu Yueming was not frightened, but kept smiling and looked at him like this.

This sword pierced through his heart.

The sun faded and everything became gloomy.

"I'm sorry... I'm now.. It's a demon. Li Zhanxun lowered his head, looked down, and said slowly.

"I... Understood.."

The sword was pulled out at once, blood flowed down, Fu Yueming's mouth was bloody, looked at Li Zhanxun's back, and sighed.

"In the next life, don't be good friends with people like me, remember. After that, Li Zhanxun's figure flashed and disappeared.

Fu Yueming raised his head, looked at the moonlight, and gradually lost consciousness.

With the wind, it drifted into the distance.

The imperial capital of the human world, the general's mansion.

Cheng Xin'er, who was also looking at the moonlight, shed tears for some reason.

"Yue Ming.. Where are you... Are you alright..."