The official match of this seat is not you

Leng Yu's heart skipped a beat, and as Wu Yan's blood dripped to the ground, he only felt his heart ache, but that person no longer cast his eyes on him.

"It's just some indiscriminate tricks. I didn't expect Leader Leng to be praised so much, and someone admired by the world would actually use it. It really opened my eyes." Wu Yan bit his lip, the wound on his body was still intact He was bleeding but he couldn't care less, he just wanted to wake him up.Even if he would die here today, he would die standing up.

Wu Yan's long hair fluttered in the wind, and the silver sword reflected the color of blood, pointing the sword at Leng Tianqi's nose through the air, laughing wildly.

"If I don't die today, old man, just wait for the day when the Tianxiameng will not be peaceful." Those words seemed to be squeezed out of Wu Yan's teeth. Uneasy about the souls of the dead under the sword, arrogant and free and easy, this is what the leader of the Demon Cult should be like.He swung his sword straight up, slashing the neck of the man in black who was closest to him.The blood splashed on Wu Yan's expressionless face, and the bright red color took advantage of Wu Yan's face to become paler.

Leng Tianqi's eyes turned cold instantly. He watched Wu Yan, who had another scar on his body, rush forward again as if he didn't feel any pain. He narrowed his eyes without even pausing.

He stretched out a hand and poured the fine Qiong Yao wine on the table into the glass, no matter the wine had spilled out of the glass.The glass was full, the pot was broken, and Leng Tianqi poured the glass of wine into his mouth.Looking at the ongoing fight on the roof of the palace, he raised his head slightly, the corner of his mouth was still full of wine, which brought out not only unruly, but also natural domineering, a man, and even an ambitious man.

As soon as the cup fell, "Kill it" seemed to be taking someone's life, and didn't care about the value of human life at all.Only the raised corners of his lips said that he was in a good mood, after all, it was the master of the Demon Cult who was about to be killed.The leaders of all dynasties have opposed the Tianxiameng, but at this moment, he finally solved this serious problem.

When Leng Yu heard those three light words, he rushed up like crazy, that was the only person he cared about, and also the only person who moved his heart and gave him warmth, he must not die!

But after all, Leng Yu was too far away from the fighting circle, and after practicing enough lightness kung fu, he didn't just see the sword that was about to pierce Wu Yan's chest in mid-air.

"No, Wu Yan!..." Is this really irreparable?Leng Yu opened his eyes wide and his pupils shrunk, but he couldn't stop it, and he couldn't keep the ending of that person's disappearance.

"Ping!" A crisp voice rang in Wu Yan's ears, seeing the sword that he could no longer avoid being knocked down, Wu Yan just felt that his ill-fated life was not easily taken back.

Touching the still beating heart, Wu Yan smiled, smirked, laughed, laughed wildly...

His limp body was pulled away, but Wu Yan just felt a wooden stick-like hand pinching his wrist, and then he was pulled up.

Looking at the old man who looked like him, Wu Yan couldn't stop the tears from his eyes, and had to admit that Wu Yan could only hold on when facing him alone. Betrayed, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, but seeing the former leader of the Demon Cult who handed over the Demon Cult to him, besides guilt, he also had unspeakable grievances.

"Leng Tianqi, you old bastard is really good, you have started to bully children, and I don't want to see that you can be Wu Yan's grandfather in our family at a long time, the older you are, the more shameless you are, your face Has my old face been licked by my Ah Hua?" Asking who A Hua is, he replied that the old leader raised a mosquito, but this mosquito is quite remarkable, and is well known by almost all martial arts people in the world, because the old leader's frequent catchphrase is You can't even compare to my Ah Hua's leg.

Leng Tianqi's elegant face turned gloomy in an instant. He originally wanted to destroy the Demon Cult while the old devil was gone, but now it seems that this plan can only be postponed.Others don't know the horror of the previous leader, but Leng Tianqi, who has fought against him, knows that the two of them have only a small chance of winning in a kung fu fight.

"Since leader Leng doesn't want to see my old face, then I will take my grandson away." The old leader held a black iron sword in his hand, and he smiled easily, but he just held the sword lightly and faced the siege As soon as Wu Yan swiped at the men in black, those guys who were aggressive just now fell down one after another.

Wu Yan suddenly felt that he was very weak, old man, oh no, old leader, accept our mortal knees.

Wu Yan glanced back at Leng Yu, hiding the thousands of thoughts in his heart.No matter what the reason is for Leng Yu, it is because he no longer cares about the peaceful life of the Demon Sect, or wants to be the young master of the Tianxia League, who is under one person and above ten thousand people. Wu Yan, the leader of the sect, and Leng Yu, the young leader of the alliance of the world, they are no longer related.

"Are you leaving just like that?" Leng Yu whispered, his voice was weak but only he could hear it, looking at Wu Yan's fluttering clothes, everything seemed like a illusory bubble.Wu Yan's smile and warmth had left him far away, but he had no reason to keep him.

"No!" Leng Yu howled fiercely, his eyes were burning red, but just as he was trying to catch up with his lightness kung fu, he was held back by a group of subordinates who had been instructed by Leng Tianqi. Leng Yu struggled, but only I can see Wu Yan's leaving back, slowly fading out of his world.

After throwing away those who held him, Wu Yan's shadow had disappeared into the sky.With no place to vent his anxiety and anger, Leng Yu walked towards the somewhat silly woman with red eyes.

There is deep hatred in his eyes, since this woman started everything, then he will not let her go.

The sword stabbed in the past, but was blocked by another person, blood flowed down the sword body, Leng Yu saw the person who was somewhat similar to him standing in front of Yaoyue, but his eyes as cold as ice water did not let him go. The servant was afraid, too, after all, people who are about to die are not afraid.

The man who had been pierced in the heart just turned his head, the blood from the corner of his mouth dripped onto Leng Yu's sword, but he stretched out his two blood-stained hands to hold Yaoyue's face, smiling easily.

"Princess...I love..." The blood on that hand wiped Yaoyue's face, causing Yaoyue, who was already a little sluggish, to scream sharply. Laughing at the difficult man, she once again realized that she was wrong, and she was wrong.

It's just that all of this is irreversible. He is dead and she is alive, but life is worse than death.

Yaoyue raised her pointed chin, and her beautifully shaped chin tilted towards Leng Yu, but she no longer had that infatuation. The eyes that were originally obsessed with Leng Yu are now like a cold pool in the ground. It hurts.The bloodless lips spit out the most vicious curse: "Leng Yu, I wish you will be lonely for the rest of your life, and the people you love will never look at you for the rest of your life."

"Hehe..." Leng Yu looked at Yaoyue's hateful face, and for a moment seemed to see Wu Yan full of hatred for him, but he smiled, took the sword back with a smile, and ended the woman's life.

What is the curse? Even if Wu Yan will never smile at him again in this life, he will not let go of that person. Love in life, love in death, heaven and earth, the only thing he can't let that person leave his side.

Yaoyue's hand stretched out to the man who had lost his voice. She couldn't ask for anything in this life. She liked a man who didn't love her, killed her father who loved her for him, and handed over the country to others. , those who like her are no longer in this world, and since that is the case, she will not miss this world either.

Yaoyue closed her eyes, lying in the arms of the man who died for her, smiling sweetly.At the same time, Wu Yan, who was being carried by the former leader in the distance, heard the sound of the rice cake turning cold, and the voice mechanically repeated three sentences: "Mission failed, reward canceled, bad luck in two hours come later".

Wu Yan couldn't see the current appearance of the rice cakes, but his intuition told him that there was something wrong with the rice cakes at the moment. The mechanical cold emphasis was like an emotionless machine, without a trace of the delicious rice cakes that he usually eats and drinks. The breath made Wu Yan feel a little uneasy, and what was the punishment? He hadn't been punished by rice cakes yet, so he didn't know what was waiting for him.

In front of him was a piece of scorched land, the trees were scorched into one piece, and even the flocks of birds that had been with them before had disappeared. It was a ruin and half a mile of desolation.

Wu Yan knelt on the ground and lowered his head. There was a dead body under his feet. He was wearing the clothes of the members of the Demon Cult, but Wu Yan's heart was so sad that he couldn't see the valley he had lived in for several years. Looking back at the original appearance, the house that was still emitting black smoke and dust was only a piece of rubble, and they were all mocking him, mocking him for not knowing Leng Yu clearly enough, and just letting him intervene in the world of these demon cultists.

Looking at the Demon Cult's main altar that had completely lost its original appearance, Wu Yan's tears slid down to the ground, composing an elegy with the meandering blood on the ground.

The whole world is silently about to die at this moment, the corpses lying on the ground, the bloodstains converging, the broken walls, Wu Yan's head hurts so badly that it is about to explode, but he endures the pain.Compared with the physical pain, Wu Yan feels that the soul hurts more. Obviously he is the leader of the Demon Cult, isn't he? It's ridiculous that he is the leader of the Demon Cult. When the Demon Cult was attacked and baptized by the blade He, the leader of the Demon Cult, was not at the forefront, he was so incompetent, even cowardly that he even felt disgusted by himself.

"Ah!!!" The painful wail pierced the lungs, and the wounded beast made everyone who heard it tremble.Wu Yan's world collapsed in an instant, and the guilt that invaded his soul made Wu Yan want to let this world be buried with those dead Demon Cultists.Those who used to be around him joking around are gone, he caused this result.

Wu Yan's body was trembling, and the sword that had been missing a few holes broke instantly with Wu Yan's venting sound, turning into pieces of scrap iron and thrusting them into the hard ground. Extremely sad.

The old leader also saw everything in front of him. He was also saddened by the current state of the Demon Cult, but he felt even more sad for Wu Yan. He just put his skinny hand on Wu Yan's shoulder, but he couldn't help but pause.

A small voice, but very clear, the voice of a young man rang in the ears of the old leader, but it did not enter the ears of Wu Yan who had isolated himself to another world, "Master, you are back! We finally waited until is you!".

Wu Yan raised his bloodless face, which was not as stiff as a zombie just dug out. He slightly turned his gaze to the direction where the voice came from, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he fell to the ground with a smile.