But Ling Zixiu didn't notice that the man's hand was getting tighter and tighter, the spiritual power he used increased sharply, and the sword body shook more and more violently.

Suddenly, the sword in the man's hand stopped shaking, and the sword light around the sword also died sharply.

The next moment, the man flew forward further.

The sword stabbed steadily into Lingzixiu's heart. Suddenly, the sword was stained with the blood of Ling Zixiu.

Lingzi Xiu, who reacted, only felt distressed, and the pain that continued to escape from the wound to the surroundings.

This time, it's true, it's the heart that's hurting, it's hurting. It's no longer the ethereal pain, this time, it's the real heart that hurts, the pain, it's so clear and unforgettable.

Ling Zixiu didn't understand, he didn't know this person at all, let alone offended this man, why did this man have the intention of killing him?

"Why?" "Even if you want to kill yourself, you have to let yourself understand why, right?

But the man didn't make any response, he took another step forward, and the sword actually stabbed deeply into Ling Zixiu's chest and penetrated Ling Zixiu's body.

Ling Zixiu lowered his head, and all he saw was the hilt of the sword.

The tip of the sword was dripping with blood that ran through Lingzi's body.

Drop by drop of demon blue blood, along the sword, fell drop by drop.

The blue flowers that bloomed into flowers drifted away in the wind, but after all, they could not escape the fate of falling into mud.

The man's face gradually became clearer, and Ling Zixiu saw that there was blood on the corners of his lips, and his thin cold eyebrows were tightly twisted, with an extremely painful look.

There were a few tears in those narrow and beautiful eyes.

Is it painful to cry?

Such a beautiful man in the world, want to kill himself?

"Don't cry, don't cry. Lingzi Xiu choked up.

Obviously, it was he who was stabbed by the sword, and it was he who killed him, but I don't know why? Lingzixiu was reluctant to let this man cry.

Watching him cry was even more uncomfortable than stabbing himself with a sword. As if he shouldn't have cried.

Seeing him injured, Ling Zixiu couldn't help but cry in his eyes.