Ling Xuan's ability to generate wisdom in a hurry is undoubtedly reflected here, and several people secretly admired it in their hearts, and said no more, according to his distribution, they were divided into two groups, one left and one right flew to Shangguan Bingyu. Ling Xuan secretly sighed, and stabbed Shangguan Bingyu with a helpless sword.

The beautiful woman is affectionate, how can Lang be careless? See you on the battlefield, in an instant, dare to take care of the love of your children? Once you hold the sword to the beauty, the tip of the sword is broken in a thousand-year-old marriage.

If it weren't for the form, Ling Xuan would rather die by himself than point his sword at Shangguan Bingyu one day. However, the lives of the people of the Immortal Spirit Sect were wandering on the blade, and he had to use this method to drag Shangguan Bingyu so that the remaining six people could go to save them.

Looking at Ling Xuan's sharp sword, Shangguan Bingyu smiled, laughing a little sadly, a little desperate, and a little self-deprecating: "You...... After all, he used the sword on me. ”

She didn't dodge or dodge, as if she was stupid, as if she was stupid, tears rolled down one by one, exposing her weakest and most sincere side under Ling Xuan's sword.

Ling Xuan was at a loss for a moment, Shangguan Bingyu's words full of infinite sadness echoed in his ears, and the sword that stabbed out had not yet pierced Shangguan Bingyu's body, but it had already pierced deeply into his heart. Shangguan Bingyu couldn't see it, and the rest of the people couldn't see it, he had a weak heart, and the blood flowed like a pour.

There was a miserable scream in his ears, as if he himself was on the edge of purgatory on earth, the merciless slaughter, right in front of his eyes, how could he bear to see death and not save him? Ling Xuan's heart was ruthless, he simply closed his eyes and saw that three points of mana was used on the sword, and without hesitation, he stabbed Shangguan Bingyu with a sword, and at the same time shouted heartbreakingly: "Senior Sister Shangguan, I'm sorry!!"

Call!!

Ling Xuan stabbed it with a sword, he clearly felt that he had not stabbed Shangguan Bingyu, but in his heart, he clearly knew that his ruthless sword had already killed the senior sister Shangguan who was deeply affectionate to him.

He killed the woman who loved him deeply, or rather, stabbed Shangguan Bingyu to death with a sword for his true feelings.

Ling Xuan's heart ached like a knife, but after the pain, he felt extremely relaxed. Shangguan Bingyu's proud daughter, Ling Xuan is just an ordinary boy, maybe he has always thought that he is not worthy of Shangguan Bingyu's true feelings, and has been deliberately avoiding her and himself. At this time, the sword was full of worries, but I felt extremely relaxed.

Because Ling Xuan's sword successfully attracted Shangguan Bingyu's attention, the other six people were divided into about six people, and successfully broke through Shangguan Bingyu's blockade, one left and one right, and entered the melee circle. With the full help of several people, everyone in the Immortal Spirit Sect suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Although there were only six of them, their cultivation was profound after all, and the people of the Immortal Spirit Sect seemed to see a glimmer of hope, lifted their spirits, reversed the situation that they had been passively beaten, and cooperated with the offensive of the six people to launch a small counterattack.

Ling Xuan didn't look back, he clearly felt that Shangguan Bingyu was standing not far behind him, but he just didn't have the courage to turn back. That sword stabbed down, so that he no longer had the face to face Shangguan Bingyu.

Shangguan Bingyu's voice was extremely cold, and when Ling Xuan first saw her in Basho Town, her voice of reprimanding the rude shopkeeper was dozens of times colder, and there was not a trace of emotion mixed in it. "I never thought that for the sake of the lives of some unrelated people, you would ruthlessly kill my deep love for you with your own hands. I used to think that the true love in the world, but I didn't want to end up like this. Ling Xuan, I hate you, I really hate you. From today on, you and I have nothing to do with each other. ”

No one saw it, or even Ling Xuan himself didn't feel it, two hot tears rolled down from his big eyes, and they fell silently thousands of miles into the air, instantly swallowed up by a blur. Ling Xuan still didn't dare to look back at Shangguan Bingyu, turned his back to her, hung his head, and said quietly: "They are not unrelated people, among them are Brother Gu and Master Ye Yi, they are all people who have a deep affection for me. He paused, after all, he couldn't bear the deep self-blame and guilt in his heart, and said: "Senior Sister Shangguan, if you hate me, stab me with a sword, and I will never fight back." ”

There was silence behind him.

Ling Xuan closed his eyes and relaxed his mind, waiting for the fatal sword of Shangguan Bingyu in his imagination. Dead at her hands, he won't blame her. From the beginning, they should not have known each other, since acquaintance was a mistake, destined to face each other, whoever died in whose hands was a deep pain, but Ling Xuan would rather die by himself, let Shangguan Bingyu live well. If you live, you will have hope, and if you live, you will have happiness. One day, she will meet the true destiny arranged for her by fate, and they will live happily ever after.

Thinking like this, Ling Xuan showed a happy smile. I sincerely bless you, Senior Sister Shangguan!

It wasn't until all the extraterritorial demons and the disciples of the Hundreds of Heavenly Sword Sects receded like a tide, and the people of the Immortal Spirit Sect, as well as Fang Qin and the others, came to his side, that Ling Xuanfang knew that Shangguan Bingyu had left, and after saying those heart-wrenching words, he resolutely turned around and left, without looking at Ling Xuan and the tragic battle again.

Shangguan Bingyu's departure directly affected the confidence of countless extraterritorial demons, and under the unintentional war, their symbolic resistance for a moment, they fled in all directions like chaotic hornets, and the Immortal Spirit Sect was a catastrophe, and the relationship between Ling Xuan and Shangguan Bingyu was finally lifted.

The people of the Immortal Spirit Sect were naturally overjoyed, and they were grateful to Ling Xuan and the seven people. But Ling Xuan was not happy at all, looking at the direction where the countless extraterritorial demons had fled, far away, in a hazy sky, he seemed to see a red shadow floating with tears, dancing a heart-wrenching dance between heaven and earth.

"Senior Sister Shangguan, why don't you stab me with a sword?"

Ling Xuan muttered, he really hoped that Shangguan Bingyu could stab him with a sword, no matter whether he lived or died, at least he wouldn't be so guilty, so self-blaming, and so heartbreaking.

However, she chose to leave silently. Ling Xuan was even more painful, more self-blaming, and more guilty about her.

But what can be done?

"Let's go, let's go inside. ”

After a burst of words of gratitude, Xuan Qing Zhenren invited the seven people with a heavy face. Although the extraterritorial demons finally retreated, more than half of the disciples of the Immortal Spirit Sect were killed and wounded, and only about one hundred and thirty were left, and most of them were brought with them, and after a battle, it can be said that they suffered heavy losses, although they faced the life-saving benefactor of the entire Immortal Spirit Sect, but Xuanqing Zhenren's face was naturally not much better. The seven people understood his mood, nodded in agreement at the moment, and accompanied Xuanqing Zhenren and the five elders of the Immortal Spirit Sect, and flew directly to the Immortal Spirit Sect Main Hall, the Immortal Trace Palace.

The scale of the Immortal Trace Hall is not large, it is just a quaint blue tile house, except for the main hall in the middle, there are about ten or so rooms on each side, for the disciples of the Immortal Spirit Sect to cultivate and rest. The entire fairy hall is built on the clear stream, and countless curved water corridors built with wooden planks are all over the long left stream water, like dragons sleeping on the water, and the corridors are connected to the antique green tile wooden houses.

Outside the Immortal Trace Palace, a corridor is deep and silent, antique. The corridor arced out on both sides, enclosing the huge pond in front of the Immortal Trace Hall. In the pond, pure and beautiful lotus flowers bloom, and golden carp swim leisurely in the clear water. In the middle of the pond is a rockery garden, and the clear stream flows down.

Flowers, clear water, leisurely and glamorous goldfish, and antique buildings constitute a beautiful and beautiful landscape painting.

"What a beautiful place!" the seven complimented heartily, and the cruel and bloody aura in their hearts seemed to be temporarily washed away by the beautiful picture.

The injured Gu Han, Ye Yi and the other two elders confessed their sins to several people and went back to heal through the other side of the corridor. Xuanqing Zhenren took a few people around the crooked corridor, and came directly to the Immortal Trace Palace, and sat down with the guests of honor, Xuanqing Zhenren ordered people to serve fragrant tea, although everyone was in a heavy mood, but they were temporarily reluctant to mention the disturbing questions, and talked about some inconsequential things.

As for the handling of the wounded after the war and the aftermath of the deceased, there were naturally other disciples to make arrangements.