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Two figures shuttled quickly in the air, fighting hard.

The first time Wang Zi saw Leng Xun take action, his speed was almost as fast as that of a person in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

Leng Xun almost used the power of Dragon Roar to its limit. The top-grade sword from the heavenly realm was incomparable to the mid-grade sword of sky-high price in Yan Sanxing's hand.

During this period, everyone saw the ultimate form of the unity of man and sword. That was the most difficult sword manual passed down by the Tianfu Sect, but Leng Xun used it quite skillfully.

Yan Sanxing is indeed no match for Leng Xun.

This was something that everyone present agreed with; his efforts were worthless in the face of Leng Xun's talent; defeat was only a matter of time.

Seeing that the winner was still undecided, Ye Jue's patience ran out. He calmly put his hands behind his back...

"Uncle Ye Jue, doing small things is what villains do."

The young man's clear and cold voice floated over, Ye Jue was stunned, and met those deep and dark eyes.

"Tsk..." Ye Jue gritted his teeth and had to withdraw his hand.

Wang Zi grinned coldly and never looked away.

……

"Brother, let go of your hatred..."

Leng Xun's tone was gentle, as if he was comforting a wounded child.

He frowned slightly. He didn't want to hurt Yan Sanxing from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't want to defeat Yan Sanxing in public.

Leng Xun knew clearly how strong-willed his senior brother was.

"Put it down, hahahaha..." Yan Sanxing laughed.

He pointed at himself, his eyes red, and asked loudly: "How do you want me to let go! I watched them die!! "

"But you, Leng Xun..." Yan Sanxing's eyes were filled with nothing but resentment:

"You've never had a wife or children in your life, so of course you don't understand!"

Leng Xun was stunned and absent-minded for a moment.

No wife... no children.

As he thought about these four words, Leng Xun's handsome face showed a hint of bitterness. He chuckled and lowered his eyes.

"Brother, you are wrong."

That year, there were people I wanted to protect at all costs, and there were also people I couldn't keep no matter how hard I tried.

"I'm not wrong." Yan Sanxing stared at him closely, word by word.

"You are wrong! If you just don't get in my way, we can all be safe!"

“Tao…” Leng Xun murmured.

"Do you still want to go on the wrong path?"

The sadness on Leng Xun's face from beginning to end, and the reluctance when he looked at him, made Yan Sanxing angry.

Obviously, he did everything right! Why do you have to look at him like that?

"One sword..." Leng Xun said, his voice still clear and gentle.

He raised his head and pointed his sword at Yan Sanxing:

"Brother, I will win with this sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, and Leng Xun's slender figure stood in it.

The strong wind blew up his white robe and black hair, just like in the past.

Yan Sanxing stared blankly, the wind blowing on his face actually hurting him: "How is it possible... Master actually passed on the sword technique to you!"

"Yeah." Leng Xun responded with his eyes lowered.

He brought down his sword and slashed straight at Yan Sanxing:

"Now it's yours."

Under the huge fluctuation of spiritual power, Yan Sanxing's sword was knocked away.

He coughed lightly and spat out a mouthful of blood, his hands trembled violently, and a tear slid down the corner of his eye.

"How could I lose... How could I lose..."

"Brother." Leng Xun called him, sighed, and spoke slowly:

"I will take Mian Mian away with me and never set foot in Tianfu Sect again. We are even now."

But the defeat made Yan Sanxing unbelievable. He couldn't even hear Leng Xun's words. He just kept muttering: "Impossible, how could I lose, impossible, impossible..."

Seeing Yan Sanxing who was in an unconscious state, Leng Xun lowered his eyes sadly, turned around and left.

Leng Xun looked at the young man who had been staring at him from a distance, and suddenly felt that his decision was right.

What does all this matter if you can live a quiet life?

He smiled faintly at the boy: "Mianmian, let's..."

Leng Xun's unfinished words were shattered by Yan Sanxing's sword.

The sword pierced Leng Xun's heart.

The bloodstains on the plain white robe instantly spread from the heart.

Wang Zi only felt that his heart was stirring up waves, and Feng Tingfei's roar and Wu Yangyan's shouting in his ears became noise.

Countless sharp screams instantly rushed towards him and drowned him.

"Master!"

Wang Zi rushed forward.

Yan Sanxing drew out his sword and laughed crazily.

"...I didn't lose! I didn't lose! You are the one who lost, Leng Xun!!"

A hint of bright red flowed down from the corner of Leng Xun's mouth, and his vision suddenly became blurred.

He raised his hand and staggered forward, trying to catch the boy who was running towards him.

"Master..."

Finally, before falling down, Leng Xun held the boy's hand.

The boy's eyes turned red, and for the first time he immaturely showed an anxious look.

"Haha..." Leng Xun's pale face showed his usual gentle smile.

"Mianmian..."

His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Wang Zi hurriedly helped Leng Xun sit down and quickly took out his storage bag to look for pills.

But Leng Xun reached out and stopped the boy's actions.

He shook his head slightly, feeling weak all over.

“No need, Mianmian… Let me say a few words while we still have some time…”

"I know if I don't tell you now... there will be no chance in the future..."