Where the ground was deep in the ground, the frenzied whip of the giant python suddenly stopped.

As if the time of a moment was infinitely extended, Xin Xian's flickering figure also appeared from the giant python's coiled front, and her movements became extremely slow, as if she was holding a mountain, and she raised her right hand with great effort.

The roar of the earthquake still echoed in my ears, and the afterglow did not stop, but the posture of a man and a snake at the center of the whirlpool seemed to solidify into a static picture, and even the earth and stones splattered from the ground were imprisoned by some invisible force and stagnated in the void.

Xin Xian, on the other hand, is the only person who can move in this still picture.

Her face turned red, and she raised her right arm with great difficulty, and then aimed at the center of the python's eyebrows, stretched out an index finger, and tapped it gently.

There is no wind on the sunny face, the green sleeves are slightly raised, and the Buddha is holding flowers. A few feet away, her movements were as gentle as a woman dotting cinnabar, and she couldn't even scratch a trace in the air. Against the backdrop of the hideous python, her body looked extremely delicate and small, and her final movements were only like a pale dance.

Then, the picture freezes completely.

All the sounds fell silent, even the air was pulled away, and there was no wind or waves. Liu Wanyun and Jin Long, who were fighting in the distance, also involuntarily separated, and turned their heads to look at the movement here.

This moment is as long as eternity.

After freezing for an unknown amount of time, Xin Xian blinked his eyes, and the river of time began to flow again. All kinds of noisy sounds poured into her ears again, stirring her head up. And the behemoth python in front of her who was pointed at the center of her eyebrows with a slender jade, her eyes suddenly lost their luster, and even the feeling of coldness disappeared completely, and she became a muddy and dirty plaything in an instant.

"Boom!"

The monster python's huge body fell, setting off a stream of air and splashing countless sand and dust. Xin Xian was powerless to dodge, and his clothes, which were well protected even in the heat of battle, were suddenly polluted by dust and lost their bright luster. A poignant bloodshot slid from the corner of her lips, her body shook, she staggered back two steps, and her back leaned against the dead body of the giant python, and finally she didn't fall.

The dance of heaven and man, ignoring physical defenses and directly depriving the evil of their souls, is unmatched. However, she also had to pay a huge price for using such a forbidden move. Now, she didn't even have the strength to catch her breath.

The golden dragon was stunned, suddenly stomped his foot, pulled his legs and rushed this way. He ran five steps, tilted his head, and a silver needle with a faint green sheen slashed across his face. It was just this short pause, Liu Wanyun had already caught up, and he had to turn around and parry.

Even with a steel and iron body, he was still quite afraid of all kinds of strange things that emerged in an endless stream of Mingxi medical immortals.

The white-clothed swordsman looked at Ye Yingru, suddenly took a deep breath, the tenderness in his eyes was gone, his right foot took half a step forward, and slowly raised the long sword.

This distance has exceeded the tentative cordon, and the tip of the sword can lift Ye Yingru's clothes with a slight probe. But Ye Yingru still refused to strike first.

"Duan Fei, do you really, want to kill me?" The voice trembled slightly, like a light gauze and thin feathers, and it teased the swordsman's heart over and over again. Behind her was Qin Yan lying on the ground, she had no way out, but she still had such whimsical expectations. She is so naïve, so emotional, just like in the past...... However, in the depths of her sad and melancholy eyes, the swordsman saw a peace that should not belong here—

Perhaps, she was thinking that she could die with her beloved, and there was not much to complain about...... Yes, it must be!

The swordsman's eyes, which had been a little shaken, became indifferent again, and his face was frosty, and he sneered: "It's all come to this point, do you think I can turn back......?"

Ye Yingru lowered her eyes, stared at the tip of the sword diagonally in front of her, and said, "You said that you loved me so much, are you all empty words? I am standing in front of you now, can you really do it?"

"The beautiful flowers in the world are about to wither in front of your eyes, it's really unbearable! It's a pity that no matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape this catastrophe. Rather than let you die at the hands of others, I will do it myself, at least I can give you a good time. The swordsman stared at Ye Ying's eyes like clear water, and said faintly, "I heard that when people die, their eyes will remember the last scene they see, I hope that the person in your eyes is me." I will preserve your head with a thousand years of ice, so that you will always be peaceful and beautiful......"

"You're embarrassed to say such a disgusting idea? ahem-"

The swordsman's pupils shrank slightly, because these words did not come from Ye Yingru's mouth, but from Qin Yan behind her.

Qin Yan had just propped up his upper body, and suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, and then coughed violently.

The swordsman stared at him, his eyes full of murder. This person interrupted his farewell to Yingru at the most inappropriate time, as if he picked up a water glass and was pressed when he was desperately thirsty, making people so disgusting that they wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, and they felt uncomfortable all over. Could it be that the long-awaited last scene will leave regrets? The sin is unforgivable, it is really an unforgivable sin!

Qin Yan staggered to his feet, wiped the blood from his mouth, met the swordsman's gaze, raised his eyebrows demonstratively, grinned, and was about to say something, but he felt a strange pain in his throat, and couldn't help coughing again.

"Yulang, how are you?" Ye Yingru stared at the swordsman without having time to turn around, and her tone contained concern. This made the murderous aura in the swordsman's eyes a little stronger.

"Me, ahem, ahem, ahem......"

'Oops, it seems that the cough is getting worse and worse!' Qin Yan covered his mouth, feeling the viscous liquid flowing from his fingers, and began to wonder if he would cough up blood and die directly if he continued like this. The spiritual power has recovered somewhat, but the blood and qi have not shown the slightest sign of recovery, so it is impossible to control the qi and blood to repair the body, how is it good?

The swordsman's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the killing intent was about to turn into a substantial shocking blow, but at this time, he heard Ye Yingru say: "Duan Fei, my life is given to you, please let him go!"

The swordsman was stunned for a moment, the expression in his eyes turned to bone-chilling cold and deep, grinned at the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Let me let him go?"

"Hmm!" Ye Yingru nodded, her expression firm and serene, "I can fulfill your wishes, when I die, my eyes only look at you alone, and the corpse is at your disposal, even if you insult me, I just beg you-"

"Shut up!" the swordsman shouted.

Whatever?

Would she rather live and die with him?

It doesn't matter if you are humiliated after death?

Only...... Just for this man?

The swordsman took a step back, his wrist shaking back and forth with the tip of his sword.

He suddenly felt that all the obsessive thoughts he had been obsessed with all these years had lost their meaning at such a ridiculous moment.