"What really worries us is the expression you showed after saving you." Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhijin distressedly. "You don't even know how guilty this expression makes us. We don't know how to save our guilt." Have you caused trouble to you and made you annoying?"
"How could it be?" Nalan Zhijin said hurriedly. "I don't hate you. What I hate is myself."
"Don't hate yourself. The self you hate is the most precious to us." Jing Yirong smiled. This fool is still the child he was five years ago. It seems that he has not grown much mentally in the five years he has been sleeping.
Qilin placed the injured Nalan Zhenqi in front of Jing Yirong. There was some guilt in his eyes. Jing Yirong smiled at Qilin. "Thank you for saving him."
Ye Xieming looked at the wound on Nalan Zhenqi's shoulder. He cut his palm unceremoniously and treated Nalan Zhenqi's wound with blood.
"You are quite proud." Yeze's voice sounded again. "Those things just now were just appetizers. I think I'd better let you see how powerful I am."
Yeze didn't conjure anything up this time. He just approached Jing Yirong and others and started to attack.
All the people surrounded Ye Ze. They dealt with Ye Ze seven to one.
Yeze's martial arts was much better than everyone imagined. Even if the seven of them teamed up, they couldn't defeat him.
A man who has lived for nearly five hundred years. His martial arts skills are beyond their imagination. His moves and techniques are beyond their understanding. Sometimes they even feel that he is not a human being, but a human being. Devil. A real devil.
Gradually, people in this battle began to get injured. At first it was Bu Chenche. Gradually it was Dianjun, Duan Yuliu, Nalan Zhenqi, and Nalan Zhijin. Each one of them was affected by Yeze's strange palm wind. Injured. In the end, even Jing Yirong and Ye Xieming were no match for Ye Ze. They received a palm and flew out.
Ye Xieming grabbed Jing Yirong's hand to stop them from retreating, and then attacked Yeze again. They would not lose easily.
After another incense stick, when everyone fell to the ground and could not get up, Yeze looked at everyone with pride. "I said that anyone who wants to go against me will die."
Ye Xieming stepped forward and helped Jing Yirong up. Jing Yirong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.
Duan Yuliu walked to Jing Yirong's side. "We have no chance of winning in a head-on fight. His martial arts has long been beyond the scope of human beings."
"The spirit beasts have lost their vitality after the battle with wind and heat. Letting them out now will probably not help. It will only increase their injuries." Dianjun reminded from the side. His snow wolf was already injured just now. I would be really worried if I let him come out again.
Jing Yirong looked at everyone. "There's nothing you can do."
"When I saw Tie Hulu again last month, he told me something." Duan Yuliu suddenly said.
Everyone looked at Duan Yuliu. "What's going on?"
"Speak quickly." Mr. Dian was impatient.
Yeze attacked them again at this time. Everyone could only fight again.
Duan Yuliu said while fighting: "Tie Gulu said that there are four artifacts in the world. The Yumo Sword, the Silver Thread, the Biyu Fan, and the Blood-Drinking Knife. These four artifacts are all psychic weapons. If they are all integrated into one person's In the body, that person's martial arts will increase hundreds of times. But there is also danger. If the four artifacts cannot be integrated with his body, they will be eroded by the artifacts."
"I'll try." Ye Xieming said without hesitation. "Killing Ye Ze is my lifelong wish."
"I can't." Duan Yuliu dodged Ye Ze's palm and said weakly: "Tie Gourd said that only the owner of the Yu Mo Sword can accept the four artifacts."
Ye Xieming landed on the ground. He looked at Jing Yirong who was lying next to him and refused without thinking. "No."
"This is the only way. I agree." Jing Yirong accepted decisively.
"What Tie Hulu said must be right." Ye Xieming looked at Jing Yirong. "Maybe my body can fuse four weapons."
Jing Yirong frowned slightly. "Ye Xieming now is not the time to act arrogant."
"I want to play with my temper." Ye Xieming's face was firm. "As long as Jing Yirong has me here, I won't let you take this risk. I'll try it first. You can prepare after I die."
"Ye Xieming." Jing Yirong grabbed Ye Xieming's arm.
Ye Xieming looked at her. "No matter what you say, I don't agree."
"Ye Xieming, remember you said you owed me a lot."
"Remember. My life belongs to you now. I won't let you die even if I die."
"You owe me your life, but not this kind of debt." Jing Yirong looked at Ye Xieming intently and reached out to touch his face for the first time. "Do you know that I miss this face? I want to forget the capital. The unforgettable face. Perhaps Master Zizun is right when he says that true letting go means not caring. I couldn’t let go, so I appeared in front of you again."
"Clothing and appearance..."
"Listen to me." Jing Yirong held Ye Xieming's hand. "You owe me a lot. The most unforgivable thing is the moment you died in front of me. Ye Xieming, you let Nalan Qingyi die in front of me. You will never be able to repay this debt in front of you. Unless you also watch me die in front of you, you will never understand the pain I felt at that time."
Ye Xieming was stunned and retracted his hand in panic. "Do you have to let me feel such pain?"
"Did you give me a choice?" Jing Yirong looked straight at Ye Xieming. "Didn't you not even inform me five years ago? This is what you owe me, Ye Xieming."
Ye Xieming instantly felt his shoulders collapse. He laughed mockingly. "It's true that I owe you. Okay. If this is what I deserve, I will. Jing Yirong, remember that if you die, I will not live alone."
"If we all survive, I will try to forgive you." Jing Yirong stood on tiptoes and pressed a kiss on Ye Xieming's cheek. This is a promise.
Ye Xieming lowered his head, and his gentle and doting eyes fell on Jing Yirong's face. Everything seemed to be back to the past. Only this time, standing in front of her was his real self, not the fake Nalan Qingyi.
Jing Yirong looked at Duan Yuliu. "Let's get started."
Duan Yuliu nodded and spread out the weapons of the four people. The Yumo Sword, Silver Thread, Biyu Fan, and Blood Drinking Knife formed a circle due to mutual attraction. Duan Yuliu looked at Jing Yirong. "Sit in here. Within the circle. If you succeed, all the weapons will enter your body when you come out. If you fail, you will disappear. During this period, we will try to delay as much as possible."
"Yes." Jing Yirong glanced at everyone, and finally sat down firmly in the weapons array.
Duan Yuliu immediately joined the battle. Ye Ze could see what they wanted to do at a glance. He knew very well the power of these artifacts after they were integrated into the human body. Because someone had treated him in the same way more than four hundred years ago. Ye Ze Ze couldn't care less about fighting with them and was busy stepping forward to stop them.
Ye Xieming, Duan Yuliu and others all saw Ye Ze's thoughts and blocked Ye Ze's way. All the fear and anger in Ye Ze's heart surged into his heart. He used all his skills to kill everyone who was around him. Fly away.
Jing Yirong closed her eyes and heard screams of pain. She knew this was their last resort. She couldn't lose consciousness, otherwise they would really be hopeless.
Everyone had been seriously injured. But the last blood-drinking knife had not entered Jing Yirong's body. They had to try their best. When everyone fell down, Nalan Zhijin was the least injured. Because everyone was protecting themselves. Nalan Zhijin rushed forward and hugged Ye Ze's body tightly. No matter how Ye Ze hit him with one palm after another.
Blood flowed from Nalan Zhijin's body, but he refused to let go.
"Let go." Nalan Zhenqi collapsed on the ground and shouted at Nalan Zhijin. Nalan Zhijin shook his head and still clung to Ye Ze. He was even able to get into Ye Ze and couldn't get rid of him. Yeze watched the blood-drinking knife enter Jing Yirong's body little by little and could no longer care about anything else. He slapped Nalan Zhijin's body with a anxious palm.
"Zhi Jin." Nalan Zhenqi's heartbreaking voice sounded in the Youlong Palace. It also woke up Jing Yirong. The blood-drinking knife completely entered Jing Yirong's body. The moment Jing Yirong opened his eyes Spotting Nalan Zhijin's slowly falling body, his eyes froze. In the blink of an eye, Jing Yirong was in front of Ye Ze. Even Ye Ze didn't feel Jing Yirong's approach and was already knocked away by Jing Yirong's palm.
Jing Yirong picked up Nalan Zhenqi and put it in Ye Xieming's hand. "Save him."
"I won't let him leave you." Ye Xieming said firmly.
Jing Yirong nodded. He turned around and walked towards Yeze step by step. "Yeze, your death has come. It was my mistake not to kill you more than four hundred years ago. You can't escape this time."
Ye Ze looked at Jing Yirong in front of him and felt that it was so strange. He had vague memories and thoughts from more than four hundred years ago. The figure of the woman whom he had slandered and could no longer appear in a bright place overlapped with Jing Yirong. Ye Ze felt panic in his heart. "It's you. You're not dead."
"If you don't die, how could I die?" After Jing Yirong said that, he swung his palm towards Ye Ze. Ye Ze quickly stretched out his palm to resist. Who knows that now he is no match for Jing Yirong. Even Jing Yirong Jian Jian simply Shan couldn't even catch it with his palm. He was knocked away by the wind of Jing Yirong's palm. He hit the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Jing Yirong didn't give Ye Ze any room to rest. He attacked Ye Ze with several consecutive attacks. The Youlong Palace was shaken. The stone pillars, tables, chairs, and walls were all broken. Ye Ze ran around and couldn't compare. The scenery is as fast as the flowing yarn.
Seriously injured, he suddenly knelt down. "Let me go once. Please forgive me once. I will definitely repent this time."
"I gave you a chance more than four hundred years ago. Now I don't have it anymore." After Jing Yirong said that, he hit Ye Ze's Ming Gate with a move. Ye Ze screamed. He covered his body in pain and then gradually expanded until he exploded. Shattered to pieces.
As soon as Yeze died, the entire dynasty began to collapse. The Youlong Palace was even more shaken. Jing Yirong took back the protective beads and pulled everyone up. "Run quickly. This place is going to disappear."
There was a crash. Everything around exploded...
There was darkness all around. Jing Yirong opened her eyes with difficulty and found that she was lying on a piece of grass. Surrounded by Ye Xieming, Xiao Qier, Duan Yuliu, Dianjun, Nalan Zhenqi, and Nalan Zhijinhuan There was Xiao Yan. Jing Yirong saw everyone's chests still floating, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but smile. They were still alive. Just be alive. Jing Yirong was so tired that she closed her eyes again. She took a good rest first. Okay. Tired. Ye Xieming. We still have a chance...
Xiao Qier also closed her eyes secretly. She secretly thought: Mom, just give dad a chance. Daddy Duan, please divorce mom quickly. But I can still call you Daddy Duan in the future.
Ye Xieming looked at Xiao Qier Jing Yirong with a smile. When he closed his eyes, he thought: Jing Yirong, we will live and die together from now on. I will never let you alone again.