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Cheng Qiansha's eyes were red, and Tianwei covered his head, but he didn't even raise his head. He only slaughtered Zhou Hanzheng wholeheartedly, and put everything else aside.
Yan Zhengming on the side had just flipped the two masked men to the ground, and when he heard the movement and looked back, he was shocked and lost his mind.
He increased the speed of the broken sword under his feet to the extreme, inserted into the battle like a gust of wind, intercepted Cheng Qian by the waist, and threw himself to the side, Tianlei almost brushed his back, Yan Zhengming felt that all the hairs on body were moved by the wind and thunder and exploded.
There was a huge earthquake on the deserted island, and even the sea was startled, and a black pit suddenly appeared on the ground.
Yan Zhengming was shaken by the lightning and thunder, so he couldn't hear or see clearly, he just touched Cheng Qian's collar by feeling, grabbed it in his hand, and roared, "What the hell do you want!"
Cheng Qian's situation was not much better than his. He only felt that the elder brother's chest was shaking. He didn't hear anything at all, so he shouted back: "What are you calling for? I can't hear you!"
Yan Zhengming slapped him fiercely on the back of the head, Cheng Qian's sword almost lost his strength, and he was unprepared for this. shoulder.
But before he had time to look up, the hand that had just committed the murder pressed on the back of his head unquestionably - Yan Zhengming held him firmly in his arms.
For a time, Yan Zhengming's hands trembled, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, and also seemed to be the rest of his life.
There is nothing in the world that can give him such great comfort like this dirty flesh and blood.
There were thousands of words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start for a while, as if he had caught something vaguely, and at the same time he couldn't help but be at a loss. Pushing him away with the back of his head, he announced to Yan Zhengming's recovered hearing, "I haven't killed the Zhou guy yet, I'll tell you later."
Yan Zhengming: "..."
Although he didn't know what he was going to say, the feeling of being choked back was really ecstasy.
Zhou Hanzheng was originally suppressed by Ju Lingyu, and he was injured one after another. Finally, he used his body to lead the thunder, and his meridians were almost completely destroyed. Even if Cheng Qian had just lost his strength, the effect of Ju Lingyu had expired, and he could not get up from the ground.
His mouth was full of blood, his eyes were raised, and he stared at Cheng Qian, who was walking towards him. He could only make a "ho-ho" sound in his throat. He tried to get up several times, and then fell back to the ground. It was smashed into the soil to death, leaving several blood marks, which looked extremely terrifying.
It's a pity that Cheng Qian is hard-hearted. Facing this person, he is neither soft-hearted nor afraid. He walked straight over and planned to kill Zhou Hanzheng with one sword.
However, at this moment, Zhou Hanzheng's mouth suddenly showed a ghost-like smile. There was a "woo" in the sleeve of his robe. Cheng Qian frowned and realized that something was wrong. The next moment, a sharp voice came from behind him. wind.
Cheng Qian knew that he wanted to hide, but because he had just exerted too much force, he was no longer able to do what he wanted—
There was a sharp pain in his back, and a hand stabbed from his back to his front, and pierced through his chest.
Chapter 48
Sometimes, a certain moment can become extraordinarily long, and it looks like it will never end.
In a lifetime, people may experience such special lengths several times, for example, when death is imminent.
Cheng Qian's frost blade instinctively moved backwards and flew into the air until he turned his head and saw the face of the man behind him - Han Yuan.
There are many reasons why Han Yuan suddenly ran behind him, maybe he wanted to watch the fun, maybe he wanted to kick that Zhou Hanzheng and say a few words to pass his mouth... No one would guard against him.
At this time, his fourth junior brother's eyes were the same blood red as those of the loose cultivators on Qinglong Island. The familiar face was covered with black energy, and his facial features were distorted. He seemed to concentrate all the real energy of his body in this hand. On, the force was too much, the phalanx was broken, but he didn't know the pain.
The same is true for those loose cultivators on the island who have been drawn to the soul of painting - let alone pain, they don't even know how to die.
Cheng Qian stared at Han Yuan in astonishment, feeling that his true essence and life force were all rushing out along the piercing hole in his chest, and even what leaked out was his heart full of joy and anger. Believe it or not.
Han Yuan looked back at him unconsciously, and then suddenly pulled his hand out of Cheng Qian's chest, splashing blood on his face with one hand, and he looked blankly at Cheng Qian falling under his feet.
Cheng Qian had been staring at him closely, his limbs twitched unconsciously, the blood on his face seemed to gather around his eyes, but he couldn't say a word.
In the past ten years, all the pains and joys that I have carried in my life have become trivial and faded, falling into the absurdity of "life should be like this".
Finally, the frost-blade sword that was already on Han Yuan's neck vibrated violently, and fell to the ground like iron, only scratching Han Yuan's shallow oily skin.
This change was like a rabbit rising and falling, and everyone was stunned. It wasn't until the puddle burst into tears that Yan Zhengming woke up like a dream. It was frozen to a rock, unable to even stand up.
Li Yun, who has always been a bunny, had a feverish brain for a while, and forgot about the horrible state of those loose cultivators on the island, and rushed up desperately, pushing Han Yuan away.
Han Yuan was pushed back by him and fell a somersault by mistake, but he didn't know how to get up, his eyes slanted blankly, if his chest was still up and down, he would be like a fresh corpse.
"Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian..." Li Yun's eyes were blinded by tears, he knelt beside Cheng Qian at a loss, and touched his body with one hand aimlessly, as if he was still holding a trace Luckily, trying to find something that could save lives.
Cheng Qian was lying on the ground, like a dying fish, probably because he heard Li Yun's voice, his already slightly dilated pupils suddenly regained a bit of vigor like a flash of light. He rose into the air and brushed past Li Yun, almost freezing the tears on Li Yun's face into ice, and went straight into Zhou Hanzheng's Tianling cover behind him.
This sword and this person seem to really answer the sentence "A man is as dead as iron".
Zhou Han is already struggling to break free from the Juling Jade, and then desperately urges the "painting soul" that had been on Han Yuan before, he is basically a generation, and finally suffered such a blow, the scourge of a generation has finally settled.
Cheng Qian and Frost Blade have a special feeling, Zhou Han is dying under his sword, he doesn't need to check, he knows it.
This young man smiled a little under the blood on his face - he finally killed the surnamed Zhou. As long as they are more careful in the future, no one outside will know that they are from the Fuyao faction, and no one will tell the truth and the falsehood on Fuyao Mountain. , The idea of an ambiguous treasure hit them...
Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, almost feeling like he could retire. He turned his face slightly towards the ground, as if a person was about to die and instinctively searched for a home.
At this time, Li Yun exclaimed: "Han Yuan! What are you talking about?"
Just because Zhou Hanzheng died, the puppet-like Han Yuan twitched fiercely, but he didn't know what was on him, Han Yuan didn't fully wake up, his eyes turned around in confusion, when he landed on Cheng Qian. , The expression on his face struggled for a while, as if the real Han Yuan was desperately fighting for control of his body.
But he didn't wake up in the end.
Han Yuan stood up abruptly, without even looking at his fellow brothers and sisters on the island, he walked straight into the sea.
Li Yun cried and gasped, squeezed a hand gesture that he didn't know was right, and waved his hand to hit Han Yuan's back, only to see countless tiny spider silks sticking out of his palm, tying Han Yuan firmly to the In the middle, he shouted: "You stop for me!"
Han Yuan unknowingly let the spider silks cut one after another on his body. Li Yun gritted his teeth and shrunk his fingers fiercely, trying to pull him back. There was a fire for no reason, and the flame tongue did not know what it was. In a blink of an eye, the spider silk wrapped around Li Yun's body and his own clothes were burned. He jumped up naked and jumped into the vast sea water, but never came out again.
Cheng Qian didn't know about this series of things. All his senses were becoming dull, and he concentrated on the pain. A pair of cold hands reached out and held him up, the man's fingers trembled. Caressed his face.
Strange to say, at this moment, Cheng Qian couldn't even smell the blood on the ground, but strangely smelled the orchid fragrance.
This is the smell coming from the cuff every time the senior brother gives him medicine. It is the smell that faintly overflows from the quilt every time he lies in the brother's room. Every time he is around, he seems to be in a drowsy state .
Cheng Qian's consciousness began to blur, and the clear light that he had just died would drag on Zhou Han's back was fleeting, and he was so confused that he almost forgot where he was.
"I..." Cheng Qian let out a murmur like a mosquito.
Yan Zhengming lowered his head and slowly brought his ear close to his lips: "Huh?"
"……I want to go home……"
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and showed a smile that seemed to be sad and happy.
He staggered and stood up holding Cheng Qian, and said warmly, "Okay, go home, senior brother will take you back to Fuyao Mountain, let's go."
Cheng Qian seemed to laugh, and gradually began to lose the strength to speak, so he fell silent.
At the same time, he suddenly thought without bounds: "It really hurts, death already hurts like this, is it the same when you were born?"
Later, he remembered that when he was born, it seemed that his own mother had hurt him for him.
All of a sudden, Cheng Qian's resentment towards his parents and everyone dissipated, and even the ups and downs in his short life and being under the fence of others were all melted into the faint scent of orchids.
Finally, Cheng Qian's head suddenly lost support and landed weakly on Yan Zhengming's shoulder.
Since it is called the fate of the dust, it is like a noise, coming and going, and it cannot be pursued.