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"Will the Sister Jinxiu be unable to hold on?" Zhao Shuier held his hands together and nervously asked.

"Of course not." Murong Li opened his mouth, and then continued, "If we don't fight to the last moment, we definitely won't fall."

These words seemed to be said to him, but also seemed to be said to Zhao Shuier.

"She could have easily defeated her opponent, but she chose the dumbest method of fighting instead. She only wanted to seriously face her opponent … "Is that so?" Sikong Nan's eyes flickered, and spoke as if he was talking to himself.

"This is Jin Er." Jun Qingchen said with clear and shallow eyes and a tone that was difficult to conceal gentleness.

The sword light clashed, and after a short while, the two had exchanged more than ten moves, and suddenly separated.

Yun Jinxiu staggered, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth.

Furthermore, when she had opened her illusion realm, she had been penetrated by Fang Yunhe and suffered from a backlash. Right now, whether it was her mental strength or physical strength, she had long ago overdrawn and forcefully used her martial power, so it was still a little too difficult for her.

The current Yun Jinxiu, to him, was simply too powerful. Whether it was the reaction speed or the speed of his attacks, they were all exquisite to the point of being impeccable.

Consecutive exchanges had left him with no advantage at all!

This was not a battle where victory meant the death of the king's loser. He had to go all out!

"Yun Jinxiu, your injuries are too severe. If you continue fighting, you'll definitely lose your life!" Nie Yu could not help but ask.

Yun Jinxiu raised his hand to swallow a pill, feeling that his surging vitality was finally slightly calming down. Only then did he take a step forward, and once again rushed towards Chen Duohuan.

"Bang!" When the sword blade clashed, the two of them turned into two balls of afterimages. Their speed was so fast that it dazzled people's eyes until at a certain moment, a "pa!" sound was heard. With a "clang" sound, the sword was sent flying and stabbed straight into the ground!

Everyone felt their heartstrings rise as they looked forward.

In the distance, a young girl's clothes were soaked in blood, but her back was as straight as a bamboo. The sword in her hand was resting on Chen Jiuhuan's neck.

The strong wind blew up a thousand piles of dust, filling the robe and making a rustling sound.

"I won." Yun Jinxiu said indifferently, blood trickling out from the corner of her mouth, but her expression was still calm.

She had experienced so many battles, but this was the first time she had said such a polite victory sentence to someone.

Looking at the young girl whose expression was as cold as snow, Chen Jiuhuan's face revealed a look of relief. "My skills are inferior to others, I submit."

He used his heavily injured body to fight him in the end, and his stupidest battle tactics to face this battle head on.

She didn't feel proud at all after defeating the Martial King, but in the battle against him, she had told him that "I won" and not "You lost."

She was magnanimous in her victory. Her state of mind was as clear as a mirror and as clear as jade.

Yes, he had a blood feud with her, but the fault lay not with her.

Chen Duohuan closed her eyes. "Let's do it."

"Brother!"

Chen Xueling's face was pale, as he screamed miserably.

She had lost everything. She was so scared. Even her brother was leaving her!

Since the Chen Family was finished, and he was unable to seek revenge, he could just disappear along with her. Even if it was Xue Ling, with Yun Jinxiu's personality, he would probably not let her go …

Since they and Yun Jinxiu were destined to not rest until they were dead, even if it was him, he would be able to eliminate them by their roots.

If Yun Jinxiu did not take action today, he would definitely return for revenge one day!

There was no way to reverse this hatred!

Yun Jinxiu turned over his wrist, and the sword tip swept towards Chen Duohuan's bulging neck.

"No!" Chen Xueling screamed at the top of his lungs.

Fresh blood spurted out, the sword blade was drenched in blood.

Chen Duohuan's body fell straight down.

"Brother!" "Brother!" Chen Xueling pounced over like he was about to collapse.

Despair, anger, pain... Countless different emotions caused Chen Xueling to almost go crazy!

"Yun Jinxiu! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! "

She ignored everything and pounced towards Yun Jinxiu, but halfway through, she was stopped by Lei Jun.

"I'm tired." Yun Jinxiu's eyelashes drooped, and her body swayed forward.

"Yun Jinxiu! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off! You will die a horrible death! " Chen Xueling's voice was sharp and piercing.

"Don't cut the grass at its roots?" Sikong Nan said with interest. With Yun Jinxiu's personality, he did not seem to be willing to let go of a hidden enemy.

Yun Jinxiu did not speak any further, his body went soft and he fell down.

Jun Qingchen raised his hand and caught her. Looking at the struggling Chen Xueling, he said indifferently: "She's pregnant."

After he finished speaking, he carried Yun Jinxiu and ran off into the distance.

Sikong Nan was stunned, and turned into deep thought.

The others were also silent.

The Qingyun Sect was in a mess after the war. Countless disciples of the Qingyun Sect had died, and the rest had fled in all directions.

How many bustling like a dream, once the smoke, all in the midst of laughter!

When Mei Zijie rushed to Qingyun Sect, his eyes revealed despair.

Had everything been ruined?

In the distance, he saw the figure that had collapsed on the scorched earth. If not for the tear stains on her face that had yet to dry up, he would have thought that she was already dead.

"Xue Ling!" Mei Zijie quickly ran over, and finally saw that in front of her, there was already a dejected Chen Gu Huan.

Hearing the voice, Chen Xueling's body suddenly trembled. She suddenly raised her head, and when she saw Mei Zijie, her tears suddenly burst out as if a dam had burst. "Big Brother Zijie …" He was still alive! She thought he was dead!

Looking at the crumbling Chen Xueling, Mei Zijie's heart ached. He went forward and pulled her into his embrace.

As if pulled back from the brink of collapse, Chen Xueling finally burst into tears.

"All dead …" Everyone is dead... I am the only one left from now on! " Chen Xueling cried in despair.

Mei Zijie couldn't help but hug her tighter. "Xue Ling, you and me."

Chen Xueling's tears gushed out. "I still have big brother Zijie … Yes... I want to live well! I want to avenge my Chen Family and master! "

Hatred caused her face to twist slightly.

Mei Zijie was helpless: "Xue Ling, since I released you, I should let go of all these."

Chen Xueling's face suddenly changed: You want me to put it down? She killed my father, my brother, and my master! I hate her! As long as I don't die, I will tear her into a thousand pieces! "I …"

Her face was covered in tears, but she could no longer bear the continuous blows and fainted.

Mei Zijie hugged her and slowly looked at the charred Qingyun Sect. His heart was filled with sorrow.

Embroidery... Could it be that we can't even be friends anymore?

Sun family.

Sun Tang was trembling a little. After all, so many people had suddenly come, and they were all from the Mudian College?

God!

In the past, they had thought that Su Xianghe of the Su Family and Leng Xiangxiang of the palace were geniuses, but compared to these young boys and girls, it was simply … There was no comparison!