C449

Chapter 449 - Perish with (2)

Her eyes were full of hatred, endless hatred.

Mu Wanjun felt the incoming air current, so she stood still. Invisible energy leaked out from her feet, and without any wind, it swirled up countless of air currents.

The two boxes collided, causing the surrounding trees to rustle.

Mu Wanjun's black clothes shone with all of its splendor, appearing extremely dignified and composed. On the other hand, her red clothes fluttered in the wind, looking incomparably gorgeous.

Although both were of the Bone Blood lineage, the hatred between them couldn't be divided.

The enmity between the two seemed to be born from birth. As time passed, the ice froze for more than a day. Even today, there was no end in sight.

If Jin Yulie wanted to make a move, he could understand in an instant. But, Lei Huo extended his hand and grabbed his ankle, a pleading look in his eyes.

With Jin Yulie here, he wouldn't be able to injure his, but he hoped that Jin Yulie would give them the chance to settle the grudge.

"Yanran only lives for this …"

He hoped that Jin Yulie would give his a chance to resolve the knot in her heart.

However, a cold light flashed in Jin Yulie's eyes.

In Mu Yanran's eyes, there was viciousness and ruthlessness. At this moment, her cultivation was far above Mu Wanjun's. Her skills were inferior to Mu Wanjun's, but there was a difference of several levels between their cultivations;

However, she had overlooked one point, that was that when Mu Wanjun faced her enemies, victory did not depend on her cultivation alone.

Her movements were extremely strange, and she would often stab out from an unimaginable angle.

Lei Huo frowned, a glimmer of light flashing across his eyes. When he saw that Jin Yulie was about to attack, he forced himself to resist the intense pain in his chest. Just as Mu Wanjun's sword was about to stab Mu Yanran's chest, he suddenly rushed over.

This sword strike looked dangerous, but Mu Yanran could still dodge it. Even if she were to clash with the sword, she might not lose her life.

Then, Lei Huo suddenly appeared from the side. He opened his arms and suddenly hugged her.

Mu Wanjun was not in time to retract her sword, and fiercely stabbed it into Lei Huo's body.

This sudden change was something that even Jin Yulie had not expected.

Mu Wanjun released her hand, and the sword pierced into Lei Huo's back.

"You …" Mu Yanran stared at him in shock.

And right at this moment, Lei Huo's footsteps flipped, allowing his back to face the big tree behind Mu Yanran, his sword struck the tree trunk, the edge of the sword growing even more powerful.

The sword blade pierced through Lei Huo's body, and fiercely stabbed into Mu Yanran's chest.

When the pain came, her eyes were filled with surprise, doubt, anger, sadness, and hatred.

She could not believe it. This was real!

Lei Huo's face was right in front of her. When the wind blew past, it made his red hair intertwine with her hair. She had seen such a scene before.

Before Chunyu Hao died, she had pulled his body to help her block Jin Yulie's crescent moon-shaped blade. At that time, she didn't have any feelings for him, so much that she felt that it was a very natural thing to do.

But, right now, the person in front of her was Lei Huo. This man who was only doing it for her, was only her alone.

He had sacrificed his body for her, and he had even made her join him.

He had once said that even if he died, he wanted to use his own life in exchange for her peace.

"Why?" Mu Yanran shouted out angrily, a fire burning in her eyes.

The corner of Lei Huo's mouth raised into a smile, but his eyes revealed relief. He said: "Yanran, let go, I only hope that you can live for yourself, and not be filled with hatred and anger, like a walking corpse."

"Yanran, I love you so much."

As he said that, he used more strength from his back, and Mu Wanjun's sword suddenly pierced through both of their bodies, the sword hilt entering all the way into his body, leaving only Ying Luo outside, the silver Ying Luo was dyed red with blood.

The blade edge shining with a cold light pierced through Mu Yanran's body from the other side, and fresh blood dripped from the blade edge. At the same time, it was also taking away Mu Yanran's life force.

No one had expected such an outcome.

I wonder if Lei Huo felt that it was too painful to continue like this, and wished to personally understand her pain? Or did he want to walk the same path of life and death with her when he was at the end of his own life?

As the two of them embraced each other, under Mu Yanran's unwilling and extremely shocked gaze, they finally took in their last breaths.

This time, Mu Wanjun had truly died before her eyes.

She could not speak for a long time.

Once Lei Huo died, his body suddenly emitted countless amounts of smoke. After these smoke dissipated, flames leapt around, and the two people who were embracing suddenly burned.

After the fierce fire, when the first light of dawn came out, the wind blew past and the ashes scattered in the wind. No matter how intense the hatred was, it was still blown away by the wind.

With a clang, Mu Wanjun's sword fell to the ground. If it weren't for the fact that the silver tassels had not been burned away, she almost suspected that everything that had just happened was just a dream.

Now that they had gone, with Mu Yanran's death, logically speaking, Mu Wanjun should have let out a sigh of relief in her heart. But on the other hand, she seemed to have something in her heart that made her feel suffocated.

His palm, which was originally cold, suddenly felt warmth. Jin Yulie's hand tightly held her.

When Elder Wu saw this, he sighed with emotion.

His severed palm was simply bandaged. Even though it was no longer bleeding, his face was still bloodless. He suddenly knelt down on one knee towards Jin Yulie and bowed deeply, "Your Majesty, Kunlun is busy."

Jin Yulie suddenly turned his eyes. Listening to what Elder Wu had said, it seemed that his identity was not simple at all.

If his guess was right, then at least he should be Chunyu Hong's man. With Chunyu Hong's death, these people were like scattered sand, somewhat secluded, and some of them wanted to regroup.

For example, Elder Wu had chosen to be under Jin Yulie's command.

"What is it?"

The reason why Elder Wu had stopped them here was because he had been following the so-called gray-robed man. He had personally witnessed the gray-robed man transferring Lei Huo's powers into Mu Yanran's body, and knew that the gray-robed man had told Mu Yanran to delay them.

Since Mu Yanran had enmity with him, she would naturally agree. Therefore, the grey-robed man had plotted with Mu Yanran to have Lei Huo go and lure Jin Yulie and the others over.

It was that gray-robed man again!

But now, his identity was obvious.

"It's the Principal, Xie Shuo."

Elder Wu's expression was grave. It seemed that the matter was much more complicated than everyone had imagined.