cold wings

"Okay!" Gu Lizhen replied softly, igniting Ling Ming's unwillingness.

Ling Ming shouted unwillingly!It flew up suddenly, and the long black hair flew up violently, breaking the headband!He became hysterically crazy, and he was even better when fighting the demon ape.

A separate sword light cut through the air and flew towards Gu Liyi.

Looking at the menacing Ling Ming, he couldn't help frowning, his bare hands were covered with a layer of red spiritual power winding to the body of the spirit sword.Gu Liyi flicked his long sword, and the sky was full of stars, making Ling Xiaoyue's eyes dazzled.

One step, two steps, three steps...ten steps.

Gu Liyi retreated ten steps before letting go of his strength. For a moment, he was a little shocked. Ling Ming's strength was still higher than his estimate. If his injuries were all healed at this time, he might not be his opponent. .Even so, his winning percentage is definitely not more than [-]%.

Ling Xiaoyue looked more worried than she was fighting Ling Ming, but she couldn't do anything now, she could only watch.

Facing Ling Ming who suddenly exploded, Gu Liyi no longer underestimated him, and his expression was quite serious.His eyes flickered, and the spirit sword dissipated.A real sword was changed to the left hand, and the right hand was gradually wiped on the sword body, and traces of Yin Hong's blood soaked the sword body.

"Family Sword, I haven't used you since master gave you to me, now you want to help my friend regain his sanity!"

call out!

As Gu Lixi slid his finger on the sword body, the spiritual power of the sword body became stronger and stronger, and then a sharp red light shot out suddenly, hitting Ling Ming's sword light fiercely, followed by the second one, The third way...

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The spiritual power was like fireworks, drowning Ling Mingkong's figure, and Gu Liyi's figure was completely invisible.

Outside the scope of the battle, Ling Xiaoyue was in a trance, Ling Ming's strength was unfathomable, and she still had strength to spare.Although Gu Liyi's strength was comparable, he was injured. It's not that Ling Xiaoyue couldn't hear the difference in Gu Liyi's walking, but she didn't have time to say it.

With a bang, Ling Ming pierced Gu Lixi's chest with a sword.Gu Lixi's heart ached, he looked down, and the jade pendant hanging around his neck shattered in front of his eyes.

Ling Ming stood with his sword in his arms, staring at Gu Liyi in front of him with cold eyes.Ling Xiaoyue looked at the two people who had calmed down, and trembled involuntarily.

She only felt that Ling Ming's eyes contained infinite grief, infinite despair, infinite anger, and... infinite murderous intent!Fortunately, is it a murderous intent aimed at Gu Liyi!

Gu Li analyzed Ling Ming for a while, and suddenly asked softly: "Are you still thinking about Mo Chenji?"

Before Ling Ming could answer, he smiled gently, and said slowly: "Ling Ming! I'll let you see if he's okay!"

At the end of the sentence, Gu Liyi suddenly jumped up!He had already suffered countless serious injuries, and when he jumped up this time, he spit out a mouthful of blood, but Gu Liyi remained indifferent, his face was serious, but his tone was soft: "Slaying the world of love, the sea of ​​blood will last forever!"

The Familiar Sword flashed fiercely in Gu Liyi's hands, like a sun appearing out of thin air, and the gentle sword energy burst out suddenly, and that force pushed Ling Ming's entire body into the air!

But Ling Ming couldn't move, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.The body slowly fell from the air, fell down slowly, and fell into the dust, with a faint but warm smile on his face, and murmured: "Chenji, I am here!"

In the dark, there seems to be a boundless snow-capped land, the sky is covered with snow, and the earth is covered with silver, a graceful red figure dances lightly in it.It seemed to be welcoming him, but it also seemed to be anxious. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the tender and affectionate eyes with no regrets were so clear. The dancing posture was still graceful, and it became more and more intense. The ground is actually as desolate and glamorous as blood...

The wind was whimpering, crying like complaining, as if he was still repeating the words sent by Mo Chen: I am very satisfied...with you...so satisfied...