When Mu Lifeng saw Chu Yan, the tense on his face eased a little. With him, maybe Wen Xining could still save him.
"Ahem... Xiao Yan, why are you here..."
Wen Xining leaned in Beitangshuo's arms and looked at Chu Yan who suddenly appeared, with a look of surprise on his face, but his words were extremely weak.
Black blood kept spilling from the corners of her mouth and wounds.
"Turn her faint and leave the rest to me!"
Chu Yan's face was cold, and he sat down opposite Wen Xining while sitting cross-legged.
Before Mu Lifeng could do anything, Beitangshuo had already lit her sleepy hole, and Wen Xining's neck tilted into his arms.
Bei Tangshuo stared at her cautious face, then looked up and said:
"Li Feng, Chu Yan, Ning Ning will be handed over to you. I still have some things to deal with."
Although he was extremely reluctant to leave, he would not let go of some things and some people.
Mu Lifeng took Wen Xining from Beitangshuo's hand, pressed against her back and let her sit up straight, and healed her injuries with Chu Yan one after another.
Chu Yan closed his eyes slightly, and his hands pinched his hands. When he opened it again, it had turned into gold and silver pupils. He pressed Wen Xining's eyebrows with his fingers, and the golden flame pattern appeared again, becoming brighter and brighter,
The brighter it is.
Mu Lifeng continuously injected his true energy into Bang Wen Xining's body, which delayed the spread of toxicity.
Beitangshuo stood up, flipped his palm, and a sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The sword body was shining red, and on the sword handle, a crescent moon mark was like a burning crescent moon.
White clothes are better than snow, black hair is like ink, and red sword is like fire.
The wind raised his black hair, and Beitangshuo's beautiful face had no expression on his face. He dragged the red sword in his hand and walked step by step towards Pei Luoqi who was holding Pei Min'er.
Pei Luoqi was cutting open his wrist and feeding Pei Min'er blood, but Pei Min'er, who was pierced by the ghost blade, was already dying and could not swallow a little blood at all. Even if she swallowed it, the blood would not be cured.
Her injuries cannot relieve her poison.
Pei Luoqi knew, but he refused to give up. He kept shouting while feeding:
"Min'er, wake up quickly, drink it quickly, and it's okay if you drink it."
But Pei Min'er closed her eyes tightly, her lips tightly pursed, and her rest gradually lost.
However, the wound on her chest was getting bigger and bigger, and the smelly black blood was flowing out, flowing harder and harder, which was a sign of turning into blood.
"No, Min'er!"
Pei Luoqi roared heart-wrenchingly, and the blood flowing from his wrist even dyed Pei Min'er's entire face black and red, but she still couldn't swallow it at all.
I could only watch her gradually disappear into her hands and turn into a pool of black blood.
The woman he loved the most died under his ghost blade.
Pei Luoqi's hands and body were covered with blood, including Pei Min'er and his own. The excessive sadness made him not even notice Bei Tangshuo who was approaching him step by step until Bei Tangjin's shock came to his ears.
voice:
"Red Moon Sword!"
Standing up in dismay, Pei Luoqi, who had become a bloody man, slowly looked up and looked at Beitangshuo who was slowly walking towards him, and the sword in his hand.
The Red Moon Sword is the legendary weapon of the God of Fire, which can burn people to ashes in an instant.
It is known as the four great weapons together with Xiaoyao Fan, Amber and Bing Thorns, and the Red Moon Sword is ranked first, but it disappeared more than fifty years ago.
However, it was in Beitangshuo's hands.
Pei Luoqi knew that if this sword was as powerful as the legendary one, then he would definitely die today.
Beitangshuo stood a few steps away from Pei Luoqi, and slowly raised the Red Moon Sword in his hand and pointed at Pei Luoqi.
The sword is like fire, and the person is like ice.
Pei Luoqi only felt that Beitangshuo at this moment was like a man walking out of hell. He was obviously wearing white clothes and his peerless face, but he was even more cautious than the cold-faced Shura.
That coldness seemed to freeze his heart.
The Red Moon Sword, which was only a few inches away from him, was like a sharp fire in purgatory. The scorching temperature hurt his face.
The feeling of the two heavens of ice and fire made him unable to move a step, and he seemed to be stationary.
Beitangshuo's slightly narrowed black eyes reflected the red light of the Red Moon Sword, like two balls of flames burning in a raging light,
"Those who hurt me Ningning will die!"
"Hahaha, Beitangshuo, if you kill me, Wen Xining will never have the possibility of survival."
Pei Luoqi was quick to make a fool of himself and wanted to make a last try.
Unexpectedly, Beitangshuo's eyes became colder, he glanced at the pool of blood on the ground, curled his lips and sarcastically.
"You can't even save your own woman, so why do you want to struggle?"
Pei Luoqi paused and had nothing to say for a moment, but heard Beitangshuo continue:
"I originally promised my master that I would never use this Red Moon Sword in my life. For you, I have violated my oath. Therefore, it is also considered that you have died to the point."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Luoqi had no time to think about who the master he was, he saw Beitangshuo's hand holding the sword move. His fear of death made his feet miraculously move, and he ran away immediately.
But Beitangshuo didn't catch up at all, but just stood there. The Red Moon Sword quickly drew a few times in the air. The dragged red light brought up a ball of fire, which was clearly the word "fire".
Beitangshuo's cold eyes stared at Pei Luoqi who had already rushed far away, opened his thin lips and uttered a cold word:
"kill!"
With his voice, the word "fire" with fire suddenly rushed towards Pei Luoqi.
"Ahhhhhh!"
A scream rang out in an instant, and Pei Luoqi was surrounded by a ball of raging flames, running up and down on the ground, on the trees, rolling around.
After a moment, the sound gradually disappeared and the flames scattered, but only a pool of black ashes were left on the ground.
Bei Tangjin, who witnessed the whole process, hid behind a tree, was so scared that he trembled all over, his feet trembled, and his face was dead.
Seeing Beitangshuo's eyes looking at him, he immediately knelt on the ground.
"Brother of the Emperor, I did not hurt Ning'er, Emperor..."
But before he could say it, Beitangshuo's sword drew another word of fire and threw it at him mercilessly.
With another scream, Beitangshuo closed his sword and turned around, no longer looking at the struggling fire man, a cold voice as cold as ice sounded slowly::
"The most damn person is you."
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