Heavenly Star

In the field, the three sky strong men looked at each other respectively, and all their faces sank. They raised their own degree to the extreme, forcibly pushed away the people around them with momentum, and approached the cold cliff in a triangular encirclement. After they joined the battle group, they were bound to win, but they didn't expect to be led by him all the time under the incomparable speed and always appropriate concealment of the cold cliff, My heart is already very angry.

There is no need for hands in the northern emperor Zong. Every opponent around lengya is a well deserved strong man, which can not be compared with ordinary magic warrior guards or court guards. The weight of the pressure he bears, the number of dangers he carries with every minute and second, and the number of times he passes by death, only he knows clearly. He has been hit with three palms and four swords, and his blood stained half of his body. He can't feel the pain of his body and the confusion of his inner organs. Only the increasingly heavy sense of weakness, he can't resist. He completely ignores death and just wants to kill more people. He clings to supporting him. He has ignored all the others. Death is not terrible for him. Only regret... Regret that ye Wuchen didn't complete his entrustment... Didn't take pinger out

Three heavy gas fields pressed against him from three directions. The world in front of him suddenly darkened. He made a backward posture and wanted to avoid it at the same time.

The three men approached at the same time. Lengya's body, which had retreated, suddenly rushed forward, facing the overwhelming power of the burning soul, and rushed straight to one of the sky strong, and the degree of that moment reached his limit.

Everyone present was surprised, and several people shouted directly. He suddenly changed from retreat to lightning forward, which surprised everyone. Lengya's body collided with the Tianji strongman he was facing, and a force of burning soul passed his back, and the other two bombarded him at the same time

The world of lengya was roaring, and his eyes became distracted at this moment. His expression was not painful, desolate and unwilling. The blood gushed fiercely on the face of the person in front of him, and a blood stained green blade appeared on his back.

"Purple... Purple elder!" All the people present were shocked, and even Yancang, who had been very calm, and the four old people behind him were shocked. Lengya's body was thrown out by a strong force and lay on his back on the ground without any sound. Only in his hand, he still held the broken wind blade that he never left his body. This is his killing weapon, one of Feng Chaoyang's weapons in those years, and the only thing Feng Chaoyang left him. Even if you die, you will never leave your body.

At this moment, they ignored the life and death of the cold cliff, which had completely lost its threat, and gathered in front of the old man who was pierced by the cold cliff, shouting in confusion. Ping'er's face was as white as paper. She fell on lengya and shook his body desperately... She finally had a chance to touch his body again, but now he can only look at the sky with his eyes wide open and can't see her

"Wood! Cold cliff! Get up... Get up! You don't want to die. I don't want you to die. If you die, who will take me out... You said you wanted to take me out. " Ping'er grabbed his clothes and cried with tears. Unconsciously, she felt her eyes and tears dripping quietly. She shed tears... Even she didn't understand why her tears were so uncontrollable.

Looking at lengya, who was stained with blood and had no response, Ping'er turned fiercely and knelt in the direction of Yan Cang: "Uncle Cang, please save him... Ping'er, please save him... You can kill Ping'er or abolish his cultivation. Please don't let him die..."

Yan Cang's eyes swept the body of lengya. Although his breath was not broken for the time being, his vitality was gone. There was no need for them to start. Just a short time later, he would have no vitality at all. His eyes turned to Ping'er. In silence, his face showed a little surprised and surprised. He wondered why she took such a posture to plead for him. He said blandly: "if you dare to break into our northern emperor, he should have realized at the moment. Ping'er, come back with me right away. I can still keep you. If you insist on this... Alas, after all, he is a member of the evil sect. At that time, the North emperor sect will not tolerate you because of him. "

"No... uncle Cang... Uncle Cang, you can see that he is so powerful... You always cherish talent as your life. If he can join beidizong... I. I can certainly persuade him to work for the northern emperor Zong. Please spare him and save him. " Ping'er shook his head desperately, begging and shouting.

Yan Cang shrugged his eyebrows and sighed in the dark: "if you really think so, you are wrong about him. This is a man who will not kneel even if he breaks his legs unless he is willing. He will never betray his original master... Ping'er, you are still young, I can't bear you to destroy it. In that case, let you die earlier."

His right hand stretched out and waved in the void. A long iron sword on the ground flew from the ground and was absorbed by him. As soon as his wrist turned over, the long sword immediately drew a cold light and flew to the throat of lengya.

The sword flew away with a sharp roar, but at the moment when the long sword was released, the burning eyes contracted fiercely, and a panic cry was about to roar out of the chest

Chi

When the long sword entered the body, the pierced body stifled the cry of Yan Cang about to exit. The strength of his sky level high-level is so strong. This sword thrown casually is the cold cliff in its heyday. It's not easy to escape. With the medium level strength of pingerling level, you can't capture its flight trajectory. But at the moment when the long sword left his hand, he watched the long sword stabbing the throat of lengya be blocked by a body jumping in front of him. At that moment, Yancang didn't react at all

The sword went through Ping'er's left chest and pierced her heart directly. Her fragile body was not enough to completely curb the sword potential. The sword tip still went through her body and stabbed forward to the cold cliff, but the direction pointed by the sword tip changed slightly under the obstruction. It didn't point on the throat of the cold cliff, but tilted downward and stabbed him into his left shoulder and straight into the bone.

A sword tied one and a half kneeling and a body lying there tightly together. The blood flowed down the sword, from top to bottom, from the back of Ping'er, and fell onto the left shoulder of lengya along the sword. Mixed with his blood.

Stabbing pain, the cold cliff that almost completely scattered his consciousness recovered those slight soberness. Through his lax eyes, he saw the sword in the blur and saw the screen that blocked his body and pierced his heart with a sword.

Yan Cang was stunned, and the faces of the four old people behind him were also a little turbulent. Yan Cang took a step forward, sighed and said, "screen son, why do you bother."

"Please... Save him..."

The heart is the most vulnerable key of the human body. If an ordinary person's heart is pierced by a sharp weapon, he will die immediately. Although Ping'er has great accomplishments and can persist longer than ordinary people, her heart is pierced and she has stepped into the door of death. There is no chance of survival. Her consciousness was drifting, and her sight became more and more blurred. She read slowly in a voice as weak as mosquitoes and flies: "Uncle Cang... Please... Save him..."

Yan Cang felt guilty, but he was not an emotional person after all. He would not give up his principles because of his guilt. He closed his eyes with pain and said in a ashamed voice, "I have no children and no women in my life. You have always been my half daughter. Ping'er, go at ease..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and his eyebrows suddenly broke. The four people behind him and dozens of people around him became gloomy and surprised, staring at the direction of the screen.

Behind her, the originally lifeless cold cliff slowly straightened up in trembling. His action was very slow and looked very difficult, as if a gust of wind could blow him down again. I don't know when the sword that stabbed into his shoulder has separated from his shoulder, but the sword body hasn't moved, but he holds it tightly in his hand with his left hand, because moving the sword body, the screen stabbed into his heart will have the possibility of immediate death.

When his head was raised, the two scarlet lights were like the devil's terrible eyes, radiating creepy cold blood under the night. All people's eyes, if forcibly attracted by irresistible forces, focus on these eyes at the same time. When these eyes appear, a murderous spirit full of endless resentment and sadness, such as a sudden storm, cuts everyone's heart.

A kind of thing called trembling breeds and expands in everyone's heart in an instant... And then the legend with these eyes condenses into a kind of thing called panic.

"Blood kills magic pupil!" Yan Cang frowned and drank low. Lengya once opened his blood to kill the devil's pupil at the Tianchen magic Martial Arts Conference and killed Yanzheng with a blade of emptiness. It is well known among the northern emperor Zong. At this moment, it was the first time he saw the blood killing magic pupil, but when he saw the eyes for the first time, he would shout its name without any hesitation. Even when he faced these eyes, he felt a cold chill all over his body.

"Blood kills the magic pupil..."

"This should be blood killing magic pupil!"

"He is already on the verge of death. Why did he... Kill the demon pupil with blood? It's really as terrible as the legend? Be careful! "

"Is it because I'm dying... Or because of Ping'er? Anyway, today I want to see what changes will happen after opening the blood killing magic pupil... Don't be too nervous. Can we not deal with a blood killing magic pupil here? "

The four elders behind Yancang all made low voices, and their openings also showed that there was no small turbulence in their calm heart. At the same time, under the murderous spirit that frightened them secretly, they all secretly raised their anger and made full preparations without any reservation.

Different from the first time he opened the blood killing magic pupil in endless resentment and unwillingness, this time, he felt an endless despair, endless resentment, and endless pain in his heart as if he had been delayed by countless blood blades.

Instead of attacking like a rampant devil, he gently held the screen's body with his hand, as if he were touching a broken blister. Looking at her already bloodless face and feeling the irreparable vitality of her, a drop of scarlet liquid dropped from his left eye and fell on Ping'er's face. It slipped gently along her cheek and pulled out a trace of blood.

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