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Why kill?Yan Huai didn't know that in this life, he could distinguish very little. The sword is cold, and the blood is hot. Under the roar of fighting all over the sky, he is the only one who looks at it with cold eyes.

Left and right, but that's all.

The time has come for the blindfold to be taken off, but Yan Huai can't explain why he didn't take it off. He is the supreme monarch in this endless slaughter, and no one will care about the color of his eyes.

If Yan Zhi wants him to win, today must be a victory, that's all.

The monks under the Nascent Soul were not worthy of him. It wasn't until the Taoist in blue came at him with his sword that Yan Huai turned his hand. Do not move.

Such an attitude of ignoring and not caring is undoubtedly the highest humiliation to Taoist Yuanying. The two are both Yuanying, and Yan Huai is even younger than Ning Jiuchen, who is nearly a hundred years old. It's like an understatement of his sword style.

Anger condensed between Ning Jiuchen's brows, and the blade of his sword was also covered with a layer of spiritual light following his rising fighting spirit. This Lao Shizi Demon Lord, who is only blind, dares to be so proud.

"Today I will kill you, you lowly hybrid demon!"

Yan Huai ignored Ning Jiuchen's provocative words, and as soon as he stepped back, a faint light flowed on his fingertips. With a very light flick, he lifted Ning Jiuchen's body and sword dozens of feet away, but he couldn't even touch his hair. Never trembled.

The leaders of the two parties are both Nascent Souls. The disparity in strength made Xuantianzong disciples a little desperate. The other leader, Nan Siyuan, has been missing for more than a month. Could it be that all they have to do is defeat?

Being repelled by Yan Huai one after another, Ning Jiuchen was a little bloody. He still remembered that he easily injured Yan Huai with a sword when he was in Hengshan. Now it has only been half a year, and Yan Huai's advance is so fast.

Or, Yan Huai simply kept his hands off him when he was in Hengshan.

When you think about it that way, some things make sense.

Ning Jiuchen raised his sword and pointed at Yan Huai who was not far away, "Even if you are a demon king, you can't hide your lowly bloodline, and you want to stand shoulder to shoulder with my human race!"

Yan Huai still didn't answer, he had listened to scolding him a lot, but maybe he couldn't figure out why Ning Jiuchen said such words, and even, inexplicably, with confidence and arrogance?

Ning Jiuchen also stood in the air, raised his sword and said to Yan Huai: "You have done all kinds of bad things, then you dare to kill me?"

He and Ning Qing are direct blood brothers. Since Yan Huai took Ning Qing into consideration and made him three points, how dare he hurt him.

The traction bell that Nan Siyuan gave him was abnormal, indicating that he was not far from here with Ning Qing. If Yan Huai was angered, let Ning Qing watch his beloved kill his own brother with his own eyes...

Ning Jiuchen consciously calculated all kinds of calculations, but it was inexplicable to Yan Huai. The moment his sword came out, his spiritual power tore apart the airspace around Ning Jiuchen. When the long sword pierced Ning Jiuchen's main heart, Yan Huai also said The first sentence of the day came out.

"To me, the world is nothing but day and night, and you are so different."

Unexpectedly, Ning Jiuchen smiled at him regardless of the blood flow in his chest, and said word by word: "A lonely demon like you must not be able to understand, what is a blood relative? If you kill me, how can you tell me?" Ning Qing explain?"

Ning Jiuchen's laughter was quite crazy. Yan Huai paused when he heard the words. He immediately drew his sword and let Ning Jiuchen fall, and said coldly: "What's the matter with me killing you? Even if I kill you thousands of times Again, it doesn't matter."

"Jun...Your Majesty...wait..." Su Mei, who had been watching Yan Huai tens of meters away, swallowed her saliva, jumped towards Yan Huai and pointed behind him.

It was like a sudden accident, and everything seemed to be expected.

"Elder Jiuchen!" Some disciples of Xuantian Sect wailed mixed with howls, and Yan Huai turned around slowly and the silk ribbon fell with the wind, revealing a pair of deep green eyes.

A few miles away, the bamboo hat came down to reveal Young Master Qingjue. The Nanhong in his hand had never faded, nor could it add any color to that pale face. He looked at Yan Huai who was surrounded in the center, as if he wanted to cry, but he also wanted to squeeze hard. With a smile, Zhang He's lips never spit out half a word.

Ning Jiuchen held his last breath and said: "Ning Zhelan, watch carefully...who killed your brother...killed your colleagues!"

It was Nanhong who fell to the ground first from the young master's hand, Huaiyan Huai's lips moved slightly but failed to utter a word, and finally turned into his surprised cry: "Zhelan?!"

When Ning Qing fell to the ground sadly, the world had long been black and white in his eyes, and he could faintly hear Yan Huaiyao's cry, but it was too far away, too far away...

Don't be like this, you don't have to look, look at the killing, the blood all over the sky is transformed by his former colleagues, this sword bearer is the love he wants to be with for the rest of his life no matter what.

If you are not drunk and dreaming here, you will suddenly be here.

Yan Huai held Ning Qing's hand and sat there for a long time, desolate and anxious for no reason, he didn't understand, he didn't understand why Ning Qing had tears in his smile, it was only when he hastily caught the fallen Ning Qing that Yan Huai realized that Ning Qing was thin up.

The already thin person is getting weaker and weaker, and this attitude of Ningmengbuxing seems to be silently telling that he can't keep him.

Ning Qing fell into a coma for a few days, while Yan Huai stayed with him for a few days, regardless of the outside world, he just wanted to seize the hard-won light, but it seemed that it was going to become an empty dream again.

Yan Huai's chest felt a little stuffy, he couldn't tell what it was like, he couldn't tell, it was unprecedented, the only person who could relieve it was willing to dream or not to wake up.

He is a doctor, but he can never save himself.

"Some... stuffy, what is this...?"

what does it feel like...

Yan Huai hesitated, and asked Xiang Sumei.

"It's a heartache." Su Mei answered him, "You love him, so if he hurts you, you will also hurt."

Heartache...?Very unfamiliar vocabulary.

Yan Huai closed his eyes and grasped the silk ribbon in his palm firmly. He thought, maybe his eyes were frightened, so he won't take off the ribbon in the future...

Or, he killed Ning Jiuchen, and Zhelan didn't like it...

"I won't kill Ning Jiuchen anymore... Zhelan..." Yan Huai slowly thought about his words, holding Ning Qing's hand and said word by word: "Don't... don't want me..."

It's so desolate...every moment without breaking waves...so empty and desolate...

If he had never met and obtained it, maybe the rest of his life could be spent in such a hasty and useless way, but...but the breaking waves are the light that illuminates him.

If even Zhelan is afraid of him...

Yan Huai's whole body froze, he raised the silk ribbon and slowly wrapped it around his eyes, when the knot was fixed, he flinched slightly, the tightness in his chest never went away.

Yan Huai caressed the silk ribbon on his forehead and his fingertips trembled slightly. His heart disease was difficult to cure. Even though he was Ghost Doctor No.1, he couldn't do anything about it. Or, since he didn't think about Zhe Lan and accepted the magic pulse calmly, he should have understood himself. What will happen.

Will he wake up?Or, would he still want to see him again...