The Stars Cross the Frost Ocean

At this time, Xue Yang's whole body suddenly erupted with a thrilling fighting intent, centered on him, and exploded in all directions, causing Song Lan's black robe to be soaked in blood, and the corners of his mouth also overflowed with blood, because of the heart-piercing pain , frowning, not understanding why Xue Yang erupted with such a powerful force at this moment.He swallowed a mouthful of blood with difficulty, and the sword in his hand instantly transformed into a snow-white sword shadow and star, illuminating the entire fighting field. And the young man in black clothes who stood up was riddled with holes.

Xue Yang's eyes were already as deep red as blood, his face was full of sarcasm, and his eyes were gloomy, like a living Shura, who brought disasters in front of him, and instantly transformed into a barrier made of spiritual power, firmly protecting him inside. , the tens of thousands of sword lights pierced halfway, they were actually blocked, and could no longer go deeper.

Xue Yang sneered, and said contemptuously, "Song Lan, is this all you can do? No wonder...but you are really pitiful. Even the people you admired in those years are now in my arms and have become my lover. But you, you still can’t hurt me, hmph, it’s really sad and ridiculous!”

Song Lan held Fuxue's hand and began to feel a little angry. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "Xue Yang! From my point of view, this hell is doomed for you!" Sword Qi was mixed with a cold and fierce force that could take countless lives. Xue Yang's disaster-falling confrontation with Fuxue was shocked, and his wrists were numb immediately. The friction of the sword's edge aroused little sparks.A trace of surprise flashed across Xue Yang's eyes, and he took a few steps back again and again, his moves becoming more and more unstable.Song Lan sneered: "Heh, Xue Yang, now, let me ask you, who doesn't even have the strength to fight back!" Xue Yang finally showed a trace of anger, and the corners of his lips that had been raised were slightly pressed down, and the gloomy expression was all over Showing off, he said sharply: "Song Lan, don't think that I dare not touch you because you are his friend, but now it seems that I still don't have to show mercy to you!" Green-colored spiritual power, veins twitching on the forehead, blood dripping from the palm, the catastrophic demonized spiritual power storm turned into a palm wind, taking advantage of Song Lan's increasingly fierce offensive, only revealing a tiny flaw, He blasted out fiercely.

Song Lan heard the sound of his own bones shattering in an instant, and then, he tilted his body, trembled violently, and involuntarily went limp, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, rolled his eyes and passed out.

A few surviving monks nested in the corner, wanted to escape but did not dare to escape, their eyes protruded abnormally due to panic, they bit their sleeves with their mouths, their teeth were almost shattered, and there was a thick pimple. The fishy-sweet smell made me afraid that my throat would uncontrollably let out a scream.

And all of this happened in front of Xiao Xingchen.

He felt a sharp pain in his head, buzzing, the beating frequency of his heart had already lost its frequency, he was torn apart very uncomfortable, as if he had been dug up alive, he wanted to bleed, cry, mend, and put it back together again. In the past, they were not allowed, and were severely crushed.

He felt that he was about to be driven crazy, the invisible sharp knife pierced the skin and bones, and the blood that pierced the soul flowed out.A tear dripped from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help shouting: "Xue Yang!"

Just when Xue Yang was almost completely overwhelmed by that dark emotion, he suddenly heard a cry. He just turned his head slightly and followed the source of the sound, when there was the sound of flesh being pierced from his heart, followed by a burst of pain. There was a burst of severe pain, which was more numb, real, and more exhilarating than the piercing pain of tearing out the eyes and crushing the brain and spine.

The darkness in front of Xue Yang dissipated in an instant, and two completely different spiritual powers flowed wildly in his chest, as if they wanted to tear him apart.The blood in his eyes also settled down, and he regained his clarity, reflecting Xiao Xingchen's sad and torn face, with a slight sense of astonishment, feeling the severe pain in his chest, he lowered his head slightly...

Shuanghua pierced straight through his heart.

Xiao Xingchen's tears kept streaming down, like bright stars falling from the sky one by one, passing through beautiful and sad lines, clear and crystal clear, dazzled Xue Yang's eyes for a moment.

Xiao Xingchen's voice choked and trembled violently: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. You did all of this..." His face was infinitely sad at this moment, as if he had experienced hundreds of years of wind, frost, snow and vicissitudes. It's unbelievable: "You killed so many people, obviously, they are no longer a threat to you... You also severely injured Zichen, who is my best friend! He has always been with me and encouraged me, and only then did Xiao Xingchen now have a faint smile on his lips! He is the best confidant to me..." Slowly raised his eyes, looking directly at Xue Yang's equally sad eyes , sighed deeply, and said heavily and weakly: "I can die for him, but I won't love him. I thought you would know, I thought you knew my mind, I thought... ", and then he broke down and shouted: "Xue Yang! Why did you come back from the dead! Why can't your time stop in Yizhuang! Why did you go to Pingcheng! Why didn't you die? You..."

Already choked up.

Xiao Xingchen's nails dug deep into his skin, and the intense pain made him pull back a bit of reason. He wiped away the tears with his sleeve, let go of the hilt of his sword, and took a step back, but he couldn't pull out the sword cruelly. For a moment, Xue Yang suddenly felt that the person in front of him who was only one step away from him was far away from him.

What's more, his face was so fragile, like a snowflake held in the palm of his hand, with a slight touch, it would become a puddle of broken water.

Xiao Xingchen was tortured to the point of going crazy, unable to restrain himself, he said: "I understand... I shouldn't let this thought go empty... You don't need to argue, we were a complete mistake..."

Xue Yang: "..." He regained his senses. Hearing his extremely sad tone, he forced a wry smile, his brows stretched out, and his voice was clear and clear, implying endless sorrow: "What the Taoist priest said is true... ...I have nothing to defend, it's just..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but put his hand on Shuanghua's sword hilt, held his breath, grunted, and pulled Shuanghua out by himself.

Under Xiao Xingchen's tearful gaze, Xue Yang's heart ached so badly that he lost consciousness. Due to blood loss, his lips were pale and lost the rosy color they used to be. Xiao Xingchen stood there in a daze, his eyes red and swollen.

Gently, Xue Yang put his slightly cold lips on Xiao Xingchen's warm lips, constantly feeling his soft touch.Fresh blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and the strong smell of blood reached Xiao Xingchen's mouth, moistening his throat sweetly.Xue Yang remained silent, neither went further nor retreated, Xiao Xingchen didn't know whether to respond to him or not.

After a while, Xue Yang slowly left his lips, and the hand on his shoulder slowly slipped off, and said with a light smile, "I'm sorry... Daozhang, I have done so many things that disgust you... I am here So, farewell to you..."

After finishing speaking, he supported himself silently, looked at Xiao Xingchen for a while, and then... just fell down defenselessly.

Xiao Xingchen: "..."

The tears are even worse.

At this moment, a monk ran over staggeringly and laughed as if tearing at Xue Yang's fallen body. Crazy light, the tone was ecstatic and excited: "Master Xiao, what are you still doing? Although you have already pierced his heart, just in case, you should make up a few more knives to let him This devil is completely dead!"

Xiao Xingchen's eyes were dull, unfocused and dim, and he didn't move.

The monk was a little anxious: "Master Xiao, if you don't have the heart to do it, then I will do it for you!" After speaking, he took out an unshattered dagger from his sleeve, the blade was shining brightly, and pointed at Xue Yang stabbed.

There was a sound of swords and swords intersecting, and the blade was smashed to pieces by Shuanghua who suddenly lay across it.

Xiao Xingchen looked sad and firm, and said coldly: "Yes, he is the devil... But if he wants to die, he can only die by my hands." Looking at the past in Yisuhe, he said slowly but seriously: "Besides, as long as I don't let him die, he can't have the idea of ​​going to hell alone. So, I won't let anyone hurt him, especially in my life." In front of me." The monk showed a faint unwillingness and displeasure, but since the other party was Xiao Xingchen, he couldn't say anything more, so he and the other two surviving but seriously injured monks supported each other resentfully. Limped away.

A gust of wind blew patches of dark clouds, and the chill spread across the sky, covering the already dusk sky, and the sky and the earth became dark in an instant.

There was a burst of crisp clapping, very regular.The visitor's emerald green clothes fluttered in the wind, and the faint fragrance of lotus was revealed between the beautiful and delicate green sleeves.His face is pale and handsome, his eyebrows are drawn into his eyebrows, a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes are slightly raised, his pupils are rippling, dark and deep, and his lips are red.Even the air he breathed seemed to have an air of elegance.But when he smelled it carefully, there was a creepy smell of blood.

"Zhuo Qing...it really is you..." Xiao Xingchen felt a little inexplicably complicated in his heart, and moved a few steps towards Xue Yang, intentionally protecting him.Zhuo Qing smiled slightly, becoming more handsome and charming, looking at Xue Yang's chest that had solidified into dark red blood clots, his tone was very soft, words that could be said