Chapter 112: The Love Is Not Knowing Where It Begins
When the Dark Holy Dragon's true form was cut in half, the martial soul's true form was naturally released, and Long Xiaoyao's tall figure wearing a black robe appeared.
He opened his hands to hold Ye Xishui into his arms, letting the sword of light judgment penetrate his body from behind.
The bamboo hat Ye Xishui was wearing had already fallen into the ruins below at some point, except for that peerless and elegant face.
Long Xiaoyao couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood, which fell on Ye Xishui's face.
Ye Xishui was stunned for a moment, and no longer muttered those strange words. She raised her hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of Long Xiaoyao's mouth with trembling hands, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
"Don't cry, Xishui, don't cry..."
Long Xiaoyao, who has always been mature and prudent, with the demeanor of a senior, was as helpless as a child, raising his hand to wipe away Ye Xishui's tears.
But soon a strong sense of fatigue enveloped him, making it very difficult for him to even raise his hands.
Ye Xishui stretched out her hand and held Long Xiaoyao's somewhat rough palm. Looking at the confused look on his face, she smiled.
This smile made Jing Hongchen on the side stunned for a moment.
As the leader of Mingde Hall, he knew a lot about the bloody stories between Dragon God, Dragon Emperor and Death God Douluo. At this moment, he finally understood why Mu En and Long Xiaoyao, who were the geniuses of the generation, had been entangled with Ye Xishui.
.
Even the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect of the previous generation regarded Ye Xishui as his own and regarded it as a forbidden love. It was actually because beauty was a disaster.
Ye Xishui smiled, and Long Xiaoyao also laughed. He said in a difficult and trilling voice: "Xishui, this Poseidon Token... we don't want it anymore. You should leave quickly. Mu En... is really red-eyed..."
As he said that, he looked at Munn and said: "Sure enough, the gods are... different. You have always been stronger than me. This was the case before and is still the case now, but..."
Long Xiaoyao's voice became smaller and smaller until he could no longer hear it.
Only Ye Xishui heard the last words.
“But it’s me who wins in the end!”
After Long Xiaoyao said the last sentence, he seemed to have completely lost his voice.
The smile on Ye Xishui's face was drowned by tears.
To be strong, she has not cried for who knows how long, fifty years, one hundred years, or two hundred years?
She had not cried during those countless nightmare days and nights, but at this moment her tears burst.
She shook Long Xiaoyao's body frantically with her hands and feet, and called softly: "Xiaoyao, don't sleep, don't scare me..."
As she spoke, she actually started to swallow even more.
When the atmosphere of sadness and despair spread, even the poisonous people who were fighting fiercely with the elders of Poseidon Pavilion couldn't help but stop.
Looking at Ye Xishui who was crying uncontrollably, he couldn't help but said: "It's pitiful, sad, and deplorable."
Maybe Ye Xishui was not discovered by the Holy Spirit Cult, maybe the story of the three people would have been a different situation.
Perhaps Ye Xishui would rather not have the talent of the twin martial arts, abolish the Blood Soul Demon Puppet, and only use the Bright Phoenix. Everything would be a different story.
But there are not so many possibilities in the world, and how many people can make their own decisions about the destiny of life.
Those evil soul masters, did they really want to be evil soul masters from the beginning?
Some people are, some are not, who can tell?
Mu En closed his eyes and did not look at Ye Xishui. The light wheel behind him was blazing, and another Sword of Light Judgment appeared.
Jing Hongchen quickly took out another level nine soul-guided cannonball, exuding cyan soul power, and fired it with a bang.
Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui were both top-notch combat powers. If even Ye Xishui was killed by Mu En, then he, the master of Mingde Hall, would have no choice but to escape in despair.
However, Munn, who had returned to his youthful state, had become unprecedentedly powerful, and the ninth-level soul-guided cannonball was directly swallowed by the Holy Dragon of Light.
With a muffled sound, the light from the belly of the Holy Dragon of Light twisted, and then perished together with the exploding ninth-level soul guide.
The demise of the Holy Dragon of Light had no impact on Mu En at all. He concentrated on controlling the Sword of Light Judgment to slash at Ye Xishui.
"As soon as this sword falls, everything will be over."
Ye Xishui hugged Long Xiaoyao and turned a deaf ear to the falling sword of light.
"Run quickly!"
Jing Hongchen said anxiously, he did not dare to physically block the sword like Long Xiaoyao, so he could only remind Ye Xishui aloud.
Even he, the master of Mingde Hall, didn't have many level nine fixed soul-guided cannonballs. These two were almost as good as mailed after they were used up. Seeing Ye Xishui still didn't react, Jing Hongchen could only choose himself.
Got away.
The moment the Sword of Light Judgment fell, Ye Xishui's body suddenly shone brightly.
It was a power of light that was not weaker than the Holy Dragon of Light, and its brilliance was revealed at this moment.
Ye Xishui released the ninth soul skill of the Bright Phoenix Spirit: Phoenix Nirvana, hoping to save Long Xiaoyao.
But the Sword of Light Judgment is a magical skill, and its level is still higher than Phoenix Nirvana. Those killed by it cannot even be saved by soul skills such as Phoenix Nirvana. Everything Ye Xishui did was in vain.
Feeling the bright phoenix aura on Ye Xishui's body, Mu En felt dazed for a moment, as if everything had returned.
But he still closed his eyes tightly, preparing to strike with the sword.
"I used to think that the person I was most sorry for was you. Due to various reasons, I had to keep you in the dark. In the end, the person I chose was Xiaoyao. However, because old ghost Zhongli asked to alienate you, I had to pretend that I
Feeling in love with you.
The misunderstanding between you two was caused by me. I always thought that you were in more pain than Xiaoyao, because Xiaoyao could at least be by my side, but you got nothing.
But now I think I was wrong."
Ye Xishui's voice was a little ethereal and cold.
"I was wrong. I thought what happened at the beginning was a kind of torture for you, but now it seems that it is just a joke. Only Xiaoyao and I are suffering, and you are the high-ranking master of the Poseidon Pavilion. How can you
Do you feel the pain?"
Moon stopped the Sword of Light Judgment and couldn't help but open his eyes, "Who said I'm not in pain? Why do you say that?!"
He almost shouted heartbreakingly.
"How many years, how many years have passed, I have already let go, why are you still holding on to me?!
Throughout my life, I have given up on other things and was ready to dedicate everything I had to Shrek, but at this time you appeared in front of me.
How can I not be in pain!"
Ye Xishui looked at Mun En who could no longer maintain his composure and said, "You cut us down with that sword without mercy, so what we owed you originally disappeared with that sword.
From now on, we are just enemies and have no other connections. I will never hold hands on anyone from Shrek in the future."
Ye Xishui sternly said to Mu En: "Behead!"
"boom!"
This sword cut off the love thread, and Mu En no longer had any nostalgia.
The violent sound resounded throughout the inner city, and a golden sword mark fell on the ground.
Under this sword, Ye Xishui had only one way to die.
However, when Ye Xishui opened his closed eyes tremblingly, what he saw was not hell, but a young man holding a golden lotus shield and a long red and white flag.
Yun Cang shook the yin and yang soul calling flag in his hand and sang: "The soul is back..."