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Ronghuai smiled innocently, and quickly flattened the corners of her lips, her face was blurred and cloudy.Yu Xiu seemed a little anxious, lowered his voice and asked a white-clothed Beifei disciple beside him, "Have you seen Nan Yang?"

Half of the white robe of the Northern Punishment disciple was splattered with blood, and his expression of sincerity and fear made him look very embarrassed: "Hui Zun, Nan Yang Zun went up there just now, and Junior Sister Qing Huan followed behind her."

"Are you sure it's tailgating?"

"...I, I don't know, I haven't seen what Junior Sister Qinghuan looks like..."

"Go to her immediately." Yu Xiu frowned tightly, his eyes were very serious.

Wen Jinglei said impatiently: "No matter how much you procrastinate, you can't escape the result of death. You should just have fun. Either stand there and stretch your necks and let me solve them one by one, or you can go together to save time."

Yu Xiuxiu wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Hong Shengyun beside him.Hong Shengyun said slowly: "I know you want to take revenge on us, and I said it too, I only hope that I can bear this matter alone. You come to take my head, and no one here will stop you. But if you want to If you hurt other people, they will inevitably resist, so what good is it for you, Fen Tian? But both sides will suffer, so think about it carefully."

"Could it be time to weigh the pros and cons now? What a joke, even if the entire Fentian army is wiped out here today, as long as I can kill you one by one, I will have no regrets."

"With such hostility, what good is it for you, your daughter, or your wife under the spring? All you have done is not only to let yourself get lost in hatred, but also to leave a legacy for your loved ones. An indelible sin, even if you don't care about your own life, what about your daughter? Don't you think about her at all?"

When Rong Huai heard this, a trace of sarcasm slipped from the corner of his eyes.

"Yuluo..." Wen Jinglei began to hesitate, and he remembered what happened to Qing Huan recently, which made him even more uncertain.To Qing Huan, he really owes too much, not only him, but everyone here owes her too much.

Yu Xiu was silent for a long time, but suddenly understood.

Master certainly felt ashamed of Wen Jinglei, but he wouldn't be willing to abandon the lives of so many people in Beifei and die alone.He went back and forth with Wen Jinglei in this way, prolonging the conversation, in fact, he should be procrastinating for time, waiting for Nan Yang to come back.

As long as Nan Yang comes back, they can list the Three Swords Scourge, and they still have a chance of winning.

But where did Nanyang go?

While anxiously thinking about Nanyang's movements, the Beifei disciple on the side suddenly said in shock: "That's not...!"

Yu Xiu hurriedly followed his gaze.

From a distance, she could see the brisk white figure, but the white clothes seemed to be stained with a lot of blood, and her qinggong movements seemed a bit weird, and she could tell that she had suffered a serious injury.Behind her was another person, who was strong and agile, and moved with terrifying speed.

The speed of those two people was very fast, as if they were running with the internal force of their whole bodies, one was running away and the other was chasing and killing.

But in the blink of an eye, they were in front of the two groups of disciples.

Nan Yang seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. As soon as she landed, she knelt down. There were a few blood stains on her face, especially in the waist and abdomen. The original white clothes showed a strange dark black color. .

The long sword in Qing Huan's hand was already stained with blood so that she couldn't see its original color. She followed Nan Yang and landed on the ground, and took two steps to press the long sword against Nan Yang's face.

Yu Xiu was taken aback, and hurried forward to stop him, but was grabbed by Rong Huai beside him: "This is a matter between the two of them, master and apprentice, brother, don't meddle in it."

"You don't even look at the current situation. Although you don't know why, but Nan Yang's life is in danger at the moment, how can you not save him?"

"Do you really think that Qing Huan killed Nan Yang?" Rong Huai smiled, "...you underestimated her too much."

When Wen Jinglei saw Nan Yang and Qing Huan, he immediately threw away the entangled emotions just now. Previously, Qing Huan had been protecting Nan Yang and was reluctant to touch her.But now, isn't she still holding a sword to kill her?Sure enough, for their father and daughter, there is nothing more important than revenge.

"Kill her! Yuluo, kill her!"

Nan Yang raised his head and looked into Qing Huan's lifeless eyes.She still didn't care about the sword edge that Qing Huan pressed against her face, she just looked at her intently, stubbornly trying to find the tenderness of the past inside.

"Qing Huan..." Nan Yang's voice was a little hoarse, and she suppressed it so low that only Qing Huan, who was close at hand, could hear, "I am Master, Qing Huan."

That tone sounded like a trace of hope, but also full of inextricable despair.

"Master...father..." Her sword began to tremble uncertainly again.In the short period of time in the past, her sword trembled countless times like this, as if she was trying to withdraw it, but she couldn't defeat the order of her body, stabbing the woman in white on the opposite side again and again.She didn't know who she was, but she knew that this person stayed in her heart day and night and never left.

"Do you still recognize me?" Nan Yang's voice was very soft, as if talking to himself.

Do you still recognize me...

A few images seemed to flash through her mind. On a sunny afternoon, there was a good-looking woman sleeping beside her bed, as cold and noble as a white crane returning to its nest to rest.The next moment, she slowly opened her eyes, a slightly stiff but soft smile appeared on the corners of her lips, and she said——

What's wrong?Out of your mind? ...Do you still recognize me?

I recognize it.

"Stop making trouble, you just come back to the North with me, okay?" Nan Yang continued to mutter to himself in a low voice, rather than talking to Qing Huan, it was more like talking to himself, "I don't blame you for messing with me." If you hurt me, you won’t be punished for copying the scriptures, you won’t be punished for standing in a corner, and you won’t be punished again. Go back with me, okay?”

But I can't go back, I can't go back again.

"What are you looking at? Kill her, Yuluo! Kill her!" Wen Jinglei roared almost madly, his eyes were frighteningly wide, filled with a distorted desire to kill.

Qing Huan felt that her sword was getting closer to Nan Yang's face, but she instinctively resisted hurting her, and the two voices in her body were about to drive her crazy.

When Qing Huan's next sword fell, Nan Yang still didn't give up, he just used Luoshuang to block the attack again with difficulty, turned around and stood up, and quickly backed up with Qinggong.

"Kill her! Kill her!" Wen Jinglei's facial expression became excited.

Qing Huan backhanded a sword flower, raised the long sword again and pointed it straight at Nan Yang.As she kept approaching Nan Yang, her eyes were inexplicably red, and her internal organs were in pain like being tightened, and she couldn't bear the pain.

Nan Yang quickly retreated to the end, hit the cliff with his back, and there was no way to retreat.She had no strength to resist, and watched her apprentice stabbing at her with a sword, but she was helpless.She finally lifted Luoshuang and placed it in front of her.

Anyway, she already owed her life.She should have known earlier that the reincarnation of heaven and earth will pay her back sooner or later.

"Kill her!!!" Wen Jinglei yelled heartbreakingly.

Yu Xiu's eyes widened in disbelief, but he didn't have time to step forward to stop——

puff--

The sound of the blade sinking into the placket and flesh, accompanied by a large amount of blood gushing out, stung her eyes.The sword was impartial, and it just pierced into the heart, and the hot blood spurted from the heart vein splashed Nan Yang's face.

There was a flash of bewilderment in Nan Yang's eyes, and he was still at a loss.

bang.

The long sword slipped from her powerless hand, bounced back and forth on the ground a few short times, and then lay there quietly, lifeless.

Qing Huan's eyes began to slacken, and the originally firm killing intent in her eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only some imperceptible sadness.

A large amount of blood flowed out from her chest, like a swift waterfall, flowing along the frost-blue blade to Nan Yang's hand.And the back of Nan Yang's hand was being pinched tightly by Qing Huan herself, very tightly. In his whole life, Qing Huan had never held her hand so hard.

Qing Huan's body froze for only a moment, then fell down feebly.Nan Yang instinctively reached out and hugged her, letting her face hang down on his shoulder.

"Don't...save me..." Qing Huan murmured in her ear, "Please, master...father..."