Yu Yiqing lowered his head and suddenly raised it, like a male lion waking up from a deep sleep, and the essence in his eyes flashed. In an instant, Ling Xuan only felt that all the mental power he had released was ejected and poured back into his brain, and there was a buzz in his brain, and another mouthful of blood spit out, and the world suddenly swirled.

Yu Yiqing remained silent, and slowly lowered his head, after his nowhere to be found, Ling Xuan could no longer interfere with others with his mental power, and everyone came to their senses, but they were unaware of the right talent. Nangong Xuanlun secretly wondered, when did he take his foot off? He shook his head secretly, stepped on it again, and said: "You are just a demon, why does this son need to talk to you, kill you to earn merit, and after the beginning of the spring, you will be successfully among the inner disciples." ”

Ling Xuan's mood fell into deathly despair, and he secretly thought: "Master, the middle-aged man with a humble posture on the other side is definitely a real master, with him present, I am afraid that I will definitely die today." ”

Nangong Xuanlun had already taken a long sword from Lai Xian's hand, and was about to stab it down with a sneer, but Ling Xuan couldn't move, he couldn't help but close his eyes in despair, he was unwilling, and at this time he also turned into flowing water.

It's just that where did Red Feather go, he called it the Dharma Protector, but he didn't know where it went, it was better not to come back, otherwise, the other party has such a master, and it may not be able to ask for benefits when it comes back.

Thinking like this, Ling Xuan completely gave up resistance and muttered, "Master Tai said that the Great Dao is three thousand, and the Dao leads to immortals. Heaven also has love, all things are equal, but why don't you allow me to demons?"

Yu Yiqing raised his eyes to look at him, as if he was secretly moved by his words, but he didn't say anything after all.

When he said this, Nangong Xuanlun sneered at him and said: "A demon is a demon, and he was born to be killed by someone in my immortal path, how can he allow it or not?"

After saying that, his face turned hateful, and the long sword in his hand stabbed mercilessly. Ling Xuan had no way to return to heaven after all, so he had to sigh in his heart: "Master, little Xuanzi is here to accompany you." ”

'Whew!'

The cold long sword, ruthlessly pierced into his left chest and heart, he didn't even feel the pain, but the cold feeling of the sword body stimulated his thoughts more clearly, he opened his eyes wide, Nangong Xuanlun pulled out the long sword, he saw a pillar of blood spurting out of his chest, under the bright sun, reflecting a different luster, the edge of the bright red blood pillar was wrapped in a circle of looming colorful light, which was the most beautiful color he had ever seen.

It turns out that his own blood is so beautiful, and death, too.

He looked at the sky, in the blue sky, she looked like a fairy, smiling so sweetly, more brilliant than that round of sun, she was beckoning to him, as if she had come to guide him to a fairy who had only been beautiful, and he longed for the fairy, he couldn't help but smile.

"Division...... Master!"

He stretched out a hand towards the void, as if he wanted to grasp something, but after all, he only grabbed a handful of air, and the outstretched hand slowly drooped, his big eyes with a bright and bright eye, gradually became hollow, and after a while, except for reflecting the blue sky, there was no other trace of emotion, he left, leaving the sea of pain, and in the next quarter of an hour, maybe he and Zeng Nianyu joined hands and soared freely in the long-dreamed happy world. However, at the last moment of his life, why did a beautiful red shadow flash in his eyes?

After Nangong Xuanlun drew out his long sword, he looked at the pillar of blood spurting out of his chest, and smiled cruelly, he liked this feeling, this feeling of being able to decide the life and death of others with a raise of his hand was the most wonderful thing in the world, making him linger. He raised his long sword and watched the blood stained on the long sword slowly flow down, and finally turned into blood-red pearls that rolled down from the tip of the sword, fell to the ground and shattered, and the feeling in an instant was so beautiful, he seemed to be out of the mortal dust, flying into the sky, roaming freely.

When the blood on the sword dripped out, he was still unsatisfied, and he wanted to stab down with a sword again, so that the cold long sword would be stained with blood again, repeating the wonderful feeling, but Yu Yiqing stopped him and said, "Childe, enough, he is already dead." ”

Nangong Xuanlun glared at him, the meaning was obvious. Yu Yiqing let go of his hand and said: "Gongzi Mingjian, I don't want to hinder Gongzi, but if Gongzi assassinates another person who has died, it will be too cruel, if it spreads, Yu Gongzi's reputation will be unfavorable, if this matter reaches the ears of the Daoists of the Heavenly Sword Sect, after the spring of the next year, Yu Gongzi's smooth entry into the inner disciple may also be a lot of disadvantages, and I hope Gongzi will think twice." ”

Although Nangong Xuanlun didn't put him in his eyes, he didn't like to listen to this statement, but what he said was reasonable after all, he snorted coldly, waved his sleeves away, and said, "Go." ”

The Three Immortals of the Northwest and several Heavenly Sword Sect disciples followed closely, and everyone quickly walked away. Yu Yiqing took a few steps, looked back at Ling Xuan, who was lying on the ground and was out of breath, and shook his head secretly, and immediately, taking advantage of the unpreparedness of Nangong Xuanlun in front of him, he looked at several big points on Ling Xuan's body, and pointed out a few fingers in the air, every time he clicked, Ling Xuan's whole body twitched reflexively, and the blood gushing in his chest finally stopped. After counting a dozen fingers, he shook his head secretly, whispered, and hurried away after everyone, saying, "All I can do is this, whether I live or die, it depends on your creation." ”

After nightfall, it suddenly began to rain. After winter, the rain becomes colder and colder, dripping on the body, like ice beads smashing on the body, through the cold to the bone.

The night is very heavy, this nameless mountaintop, is a heavy ink-splashed landscape painting, Ling Xuan's thin figure is hidden in the depths of ink, looming, raindrops hit the fallen leaves when a series of crisp ticking sounds, forming a piece between the quiet heaven and earth, as if the earth silently tells an unforgettable, inspiring people to break their hearts.

Ling Xuan was unreservedly exposed to the winter rain, soaked in the icy rain, his mind was dark, the outer darkness, the external cold, he was unconscious, at the last moment when he closed his eyes, his heart was warm, at this time, his heart was still warm.

He seemed to be asleep, he had a dream that seemed to be out of nowhere, in the dream, everything was so cold, that cold, as if it could freeze time, he curled up in the darkness, shivering with cold. It wasn't until he felt the warmth of a star coming from his cheeks that he slowly opened his eyes, and what came into his eyes, except for a small red shadow, was still as dark as ink, and the slight ticking sound of the rain poured into his ears, and he felt that he was soaked in the cold rain.

Red Feather didn't know when it came back, in the night, it squatted on Ling Xuan's cheek, spread its wings, and used its small body as an umbrella to shield him from the rain, but its body was too small, and the cold rain still poured on Ling Xuan without reservation.

Ling Xuan came back to his senses for a long time, and said weakly, "Red Feather, you...... I'm not dead yet?"

"Squeak!"

The red feather squeaked, and forgot to continue to shield him from the rain, and he jumped to the side, jumping and jumping, looking very happy.

Ling Xuan was extremely angry, smiled sadly, and said, "Stinky bird, I'm ...... I was almost killed by you, and you are still so happy. Still...... Don't help me up yet. ”

He immediately reacted, Red Feather was just a palm-sized bird, how could he help him, he shook his head secretly, struggled to sit up, he was so seriously injured during the day, but he didn't feel much pain at this time, he couldn't help but be secretly curious, looked down, but saw that in the night, the wound on his chest loomed, although it was not all healed, but the bleeding had already stopped.

He secretly thought and said, "Do you have to be rescued by well-wishers so that we can not die?"

He looked around, and dimly saw that this place was still the same place as during the day, and he shook his head again to deny his own thoughts.

Although he woke up, his injuries were still not optimistic, not to mention the internal injuries he suffered three times, only Nangong Xuanlun's last sword, Shengsheng pierced his left chest back and forth, fortunately, the tip of the sword was slightly deviated, if it was half an inch to the left, hurting the heart, it was a god who was afraid that he would not be able to return to the sky. He must find a safe place to heal as soon as possible, or he will surely die.

Red Feather is just a bird, and at this time he is in a remote place, and there is no one to help him, so he can only rely on himself.

With the last of his strength, he struggled to drag his body, which seemed to suddenly be heavier than a mountain, to the bottom of a large tree, and then fell down again, lying on his side under the tree, gasping for breath.