Chapter 1914

Although she cherishes and respects life more than anyone else, she will never live like this. Life, of course, is valuable, but if you can't live without shame, what's the meaning!

Ling Baobao's consciousness has been blurred, and he seems to have never heard of Mu Hanyan's words. He still tries his best to rush out of the field.

Mu Hanyan broke away from his arm and fell to the ground gently.

Ling Baobao only feels a light on his hand, and then he returns to his mind. He looks at mu Hanyan suspiciously.

"I will never let you die for me, nor will I let them die for me." Mu Hanyan looked at the dying figure not far away, the desperate eyes, firmly said.

After that, mu Hanyan clenched the sword again. Although her body trembled slightly under the huge pressure, the hand holding the hilt of the sword was so calm.

"I should have guessed that it would be like this." Ling Baobao shook his head and said with a bitter smile.

In fact, he was not surprised at mu Hanyan's decision. If she was not such a character, they would not be friends, and they were not worthy of his help.

Mu Hanyan took a deep breath and slowly drew out Hanxiao sword.

Cold as snow, heaven and earth pale!

The inexhaustible power of the law broke through the blockade of the heaven killing demon way and poured into her nearly exhausted meridians. Her face was pale, and her eyes were as deep as the sea of blood.

That strange bright red, spread down the cheek. In the twinkling of an eye, her slender neck, white arms, fingers holding the sword, all the naked skin, have become a blood red, even the black robe, have become a thick purple, drops of blood condensed into blood beads, along with the fingers holding the sword drop by drop.

And her face, also appeared the color of extreme pain.

All the Temple priests, all the people, are surprised to see mu Hanyan. There was silence all around, and the words that mu Hanyan said to Ling Baobao fell into their ears, so they knew that mu Hanyan had the hope to escape, but only for them did he stay.

Although I don't know how to destroy Kendo, I only see the blood dripping from mu Hanyan's fingertips and the look on her face. I also know how much pain she is suffering. All this is for them.

Zhanyuan's indifferent face also became dignified.

With his powerful idea, it is not difficult to detect that at this time, the meridians, Qi and sea in Mu Hanyan's body are constantly breaking, and even the bones of his whole body appear thin cracks.

If the previous sword of destruction only affected her mind and did not cause any harm to her body, then this time, the sword of destruction is not only used to deal with him, but also to destroy herself!

"Is she crazy?" Strange thoughts welled up in Zhanyuan's heart.

Of course, mu Hanyan is not crazy. This result is not what she wants, but she has no choice at all. The sword of destruction just now has exhausted all her spiritual power, strength and pure strength. It's not surprising that she wants to use the sword of destruction again.

However, even if she knew that this sword destroyed her opponent and herself, she still had no regrets.

"When the world is quiet, all things are quiet." Mu Hanyan finally cuts out with one sword.

The black sword came out through the sword, like the death flame from the abyss of hell, with the horror of destroying all things.

With a wave of his arm, Zhan yuan's fierce Qi awn turned into a giant sword, not a sword, not a knife.

Two gas awns meet in mid air, giving off a roar like volcanic eruption.

Strong turbulence scattered, mu Hanyan was also shocked by the huge impact, flying straight to ten feet away, then fell heavily on the ground, fine blood, sprayed from her body, as if every meridian, every pore were instantly broken.

Zhanyuan was also shocked to retreat, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"In fact, you had a chance to escape. Why do you want to stay for these mole ants?" Chopped yuan scornful said.

Even in another plane, they are as powerful as gods. How can they care about the lives of these weak priests and people.

"You won't understand." Bathe the facial expression of cold smoke, more despise.

From Zhanyuan's merciless massacre, she knew that he didn't know what friendship was and what responsibility was, and she was not interested in explaining too much.

"I don't need to understand either." Chopping yuan looking at mu Hanyan, light said, "I forgot, now you, and they are the same, and mole ant is not too big gap."

"Yes, but you didn't seem to take much advantage of that sword." Mu Hanyan wiped the bloodstain on the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically.

"I'll see how long you can hold on to it." Chop yuan cold hum a, again wave arm.

Mu Hanyan bites his teeth, flies up and cuts his sword head on.Air awn phase, shaking, huge sound roar, mu Hanyan once again with a burst of blood mist to fly. And chop yuan also even back a few steps, the blood of the corner of the mouth again thick a few minutes.

This time, he didn't give mu Hanyan any chance to breathe at all, so he didn't say a word and flew to attack again.

Mu Hanyan bit his teeth and waved Hanxiao sword again.

A sword Two swords Three swords

The blood color in Mu Hanyan's eyes is more and more thick, and the whole mind has been occupied by the desire to kill and destroy.

In the loud sound, the air rose up, the earth trembled violently, and the ancient buildings submerged in the sea of fire finally fell down, completely reduced to ruins.

In a moment, the two men had been fighting for ten swords, and the blood sprayed from mu Hanyan's body again and again. The graceful and beautiful figure flew backward again and again.

"Boom!" With the last loud noise, mu Hanyan finally fell to the ground.

Her black robe had been soaked with blood, showing a strange color of purple. Every drop of blood in the body has been drained, and his face has turned pale again, and become a piece of ashes.

Every bone in her body seemed to have broken, and the cold pain from her heart poured into her mind, which made her mind regain consciousness again, even more sober than at any other time.

"Isn't that a reflection before death? Is it lucky to be awake before you die? " Mu Hanyan fell to the ground, thinking like self mockery.

Vitality is constantly passing from the body. Although he still holds Hanxiao sword in his hand, mu Hanyan has no strength to move his fingers.

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