{}>Wuchenzi and Elder Xingjian were fighting in the sky, and it was time to decide the winner. Please remember our website ~ Wuchenzi, who used all his strength to attack Elder Xingjian, used a magical spell to kill Elder Xingjian.
He was hit and flew hundreds of feet away until he vomited blood.
He suddenly turned his head and saw the scene at the bottom of the mountain. Anger suddenly rose in his eyes, and he shouted angrily: "Damn hún bastard!"
I saw his body shot out with lightning, flying towards Ning Xuewei. At the same time, he flicked his right hand twice, and two streams of light shot out, instantly piercing the chests of the two true disciples.
There was a splash of blood.
The two true disciples originally thought they could kill Du Feiyun, but unexpectedly they stabbed a female monk. When their faces were stunned, they were stabbed through the heart by Wuchenzi's two spells. The life in their eyes quickly disappeared, and their bodies went limp.
He fell to the ground.
In the distance, Elder Xingjian's face was pale and he looked miserable. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and ordered the other disciples to leave quickly. Before turning around and flying away, he glared at Wuchenzi with hatred in his eyes.
Senhan.
The moment the two true disciples fell, Wu Chenzi landed on the ground, his left hand flashing with colorful spiritual energy, covering Ning Xuewei and Du Feiyun. He counted the points on them and gave them another pill.
After taking the elixir, Wuchenzi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn Xing Jianzi, you are so despicable, secretly instigating my disciples to attack, it is really abominable." Wu Chenzi frowned and couldn't help but curse Xing Jianzi in a low voice.
"It's all because of my carelessness. Not only is Feiyun boy in danger this time, but also Xuewei girl was severely injured."
While Wu Chenzi looked worriedly at Du Feiyun and Ning Xuewei, who had fallen into coma, he was still blaming himself in a low voice.
At this time, I saw a burst of brilliance flashing from the big stone at the door of the corridor next to me, and several figures walked out in succession. The leader was the true disciple Mo Gaojing, followed closely by several female disciples from Zangxue Bingfeng and
Han Fei and even Du Wanqing came.
Obviously, the battle outside the mountain gate was too turbulent; it was earth-shattering and had already alarmed many disciples.~ These disciples related to Du Feiyun and Ning Xuewei came in a hurry after learning what happened outside the mountain gate;
But I didn't expect that it would be a step too late.
When everyone saw the two people lying on the ground, they fell into coma. Both of them had pale faces and blood overflowing from the corners of their mouths. Their brows were furrowed, full of worry.
In particular, Ning Xuewei's monk's robe had been stained dark red with blood, which was even more shocking. The eyes of several female monks present were red. She was seriously injured, her breathing was gradually weakening, and she was in critical condition.
"Mission Elder, what's going on? How are Junior Brother Feiyun and Junior Sister Xuewei? Are their lives in danger?" At this time, the matter was urgent, and everyone even forgot to salute. The leader, Mo Pingcheng, was the first to ask Wuchenzi.
"Hey;;;;;;" The mission elder did not want to say more, and just sighed in a low voice. Seeing this scene, everyone's mood dropped to the bottom; they all had a bad premonition.
"I have given them a simple treatment. Whether they can wake up within half a stick of incense depends on their luck. If they still can't do it, then we have to take them back to the sect first and then find another way."
Everyone's hearts were heavy and they were gradually becoming desperate. Du Wanqing's eyes filled with tears and she lay beside Du Feiyun, calling his name in a low voice with a sad expression.
At this time, after hearing Wu Chenzi's words, everyone had some hope. They learned that the two were seriously injured and could not move for the time being. Everyone came closer with concern and shouted to the two in a low voice.
name, hoping to wake them up.
If the two of them are determined enough and their desire for survival is strong enough, they can still wake up within half a stick of incense, and then there is a high hope of treatment. On the contrary, it will be much more difficult.
While Du Wanqing was sobbing sadly, she kept calling Du Feiyun's name, her expression was very sad and heartbreaking.
Not long after, Du Wanqing suddenly let out a low cry of joy. Everyone looked at him intently and saw Du Feiyun's eyelids blinking slightly for a few times, showing signs of waking up.
After a while, Du Feiyun finally opened his eyelids with difficulty, looking around aimlessly with his somewhat blurry eyes, and then gradually turned to Ning Xuewei beside him.
After seeing Ning Xuewei's injury and situation clearly, Du Feiyun's expression changed drastically, and he was extremely worried. After learning the reason for Ning Xuewei's injury, he deeply blamed himself.
He raised his arms with difficulty, leaned into Ning Xuewei's ear, and shouted sadly. "Senior Sister Xuewei, wake up! Senior Sister Xuewei, I'm sorry, it was me who hurt you!"
For a long, long time, under the concerned and worried gazes of everyone, Ning Xuewei's eyes finally blinked slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes and looked around with her dull eyes.
Her face was as pale as paper, her mouth was bloodless, her eyes were full of deathly gray, and her breath was extremely weak, and she could die at any time. This was because Wuchenzi's methods were mysterious enough.
Make Ning Xuewei wake up, otherwise she would have died.
After all, the two swords broke through the defense and pierced the chest and heart. If it were an ordinary Xiantian monk, he would have been dead for a long time.
"Feiyun, are you okay?" Ning Xuewei's dull eyes stared at Du Feiyun, and she struggled to squeeze out a smile on her pale face. Her bloodless mouth and cheeks trembled, and her voice was so weak that it almost
Not audible.
"I'm fine, Senior Sister Xuewei, don't give up, you will be fine!" Du Feiyun squeezed out a smile of encouragement on his face, supporting his injuries and pain, and comforting Ning Xuewei.
"Feiyun, I am;;;;;;I am your junior sister." Ning Xuewei's breathing became weaker and weaker, and her eyes became darker and darker.
"Yes, yes, Junior Sister Xuewei, don't give up, I will definitely find a way to cure you." Du Feiyun nodded in panic, holding Ning Xuewei's cold hand, trying hard to use his energy to help her.
"Feiyun, it's useless. My heart is broken and there is no hope." Ning Xuewei struggled to say these words, and then she slowly and spontaneously took off a green hairpin with a look in her eyes.
He glanced at the hairpin with nostalgia, and then slowly placed the hairpin in Du Feiyun's hand.
"Feiyun, I don't have much time. You saved me once, and I saved you once, and we are even. Today I can return the hairpin to you. Although I am very reluctant to part with it, I think it must be
There will be a better owner."
Ning Xuewei used almost all her strength to finally say these words. Her right hand holding the Biyù hairpin gradually loosened her grip, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth and a trace of nostalgia in her eyes.
He glanced at Du Feiyun one last time and slowly closed his eyes.
"Senior Sister Xuewei!!"
"Junior sister Xuewei!!"
Several mournful voices rang out, and several female disciples from Zangxue Bingfeng burst into tears instantly, covering their mouths and sobbing.
Du Wanqing and other disciples were no exception. Seeing Ning Xuewei closing her eyes in front of them, one can imagine the sadness in their hearts.
Wuchenzi also had a heavy look on his face, he shook his head helplessly, sighed, and whispered: "Xuewei's heart is broken, her life is gone, even the great monk is helpless!"
For a moment, everyone in the venue was in a sad mood, cries kept ringing out, and the eyes of the male disciples were red. Du Feiyun looked at Ning Xuewei in front of him without saying a word, with a heavy expression, remorse and sorrow in his eyes.
, almost overflowing from the eyes.
"Senior Sister Xuewei, I am sorry for you."
He knelt down stiffly next to Ning Xuewei, looking at Ning Xuewei who had fallen into a deep sleep forever, and murmured in a low voice. The pain and self-blame in his heart, along with the turbulent thoughts, were constantly swirling around.
At this moment, his mind couldn't help but recall the scenes where he and Ning Xuewei met each other.
I still remember that when he first met Ning Xuewei three years ago, he was still looking for the disciples of the Liuyun Sect. There were three disciples from outside the Liuyun Sect who were unfavorable to him, but Ning Xuewei showed up to save him and led him
He entered the mountain gate and met Xue Bing.
I still remember that more than two years ago, it was Ning Xuewei and several female disciples who took him into the underground world to do the men's mission. That was his first time entering the underground world, and it was Ning Xuewei who explained it to him and looked after him all the way.
Help him and give him many materials and treasures.
That day at the Duanyun Stage, during the third-year competition among the outer disciples, Ning Xuewei's concerned and worried expression echoed in his mind. After fighting Chu Yun in the ring, he finally advanced to the rank of Xiantian Breaking Seal.
When he came out, Ning Xuewei secretly turned her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, which was clearly reflected in his mind and heart.
Many, many, everything, in the past three years, all the interactions between the two, Ning Xuewei's smiles, words and deeds, all flashed through his mind one by one like movie scenes.
.
Only now did he understand the meaning of the triumphant smile on Ning Xuewei's lips when he turned around and left when he gave her the hairpin. Only then did he realize that this senior sister who had always been taciturn and cold-tempered had no idea when
Imprinted him in my heart.
At this time, seeing her slowly closing her eyes in front of him and falling asleep completely, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. The heaviness and self-blame made him almost breathless.
He has always regarded Ning Xuewei as the senior sister who takes care of him, his best friend, and the senior sister who can be trusted with care. It was only at this moment that he understood that this relationship seemed not that simple.
In the past time, he had been accustomed to sharing his joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys with Ning Xuewei. He was very relieved and happy to have such a senior sister who was always worried about him. However, he had never thought about the relationship between men and women.
, even when the task elder said that Ning Xuewei would be betrothed to him as a Taoist companion, he never thought about it.
However, it was not until now that he watched Ning Xuewei pass away, and watched her close her eyes and leave him, that he suddenly understood that habit is actually a kind of emotion.
It's just that this kind of emotion is too subtle, and you will only wake up suddenly when you lose it.
He doesn't know if this feeling is the so-called love, because the word love is too heavy, and no one can say it. But he knows that if he can choose, he would rather those two swords stab him.
xiongkou.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
