Chapter 399 Death Melody

But Huangfu Yuran's move is obviously not over, and he is still waving crazily there. Long Aotian didn't seem to want to give Huangfu Yuran a chance to continue. He bent one leg and made an independent posture. The sword in his hand was held high above his head, and Zhenyuan quickly condensed on the sword.

Finally, the light flashed in Long Aotian's eyes, and the long sword above his head immediately waved out, and a huge sword spirit rushed straight to Huangfuyu, who waved the long sword crazily. At this moment, Huangfu Yuran also seemed to have completed the action. The bloody sword in his hand hit the ground fiercely, and the two crossed swords condensed into the sword spirit that greeted Long Aotian.

The sword spirit of the two met unexpectedly in the air. After a shocking bang, everything calmed down again.

Long Aotian stood in the distance without moving and quietly looked at Huangfu Yuran, who was gasping arrogantly not far away. Huangfu Yuran has felt a little oversevered, and his body has almost reached its limit. He has never felt so tired.

But at present, it is not the time for the big enemy to rest. He secretly adjusted his breath and adjusted the remaining Zhenyuan in the group and walked to Long Aotian. Huangfu Yuran took every step, leaving a shadow behind him. The seemingly slow action had arrived at Long Aotian's side in the blink of an eye. His body turned elegantly, and the long sword in his hand was made into a knife and split against Long Aotian.

Long Aotian was shocked, and his body flashed out of Huangfu Yuran's attack range. However, the next moment, his eyes widened, because he saw Huangfu Yuran turn around and left after splitting this knife without any nostalgia.

When I was still surprised by Huangfu Yuran's behavior, I found that everything in the place where I had just stood was shattered, including the snowflakes falling from the sky. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel cold. Fortunately, I reacted fast enough to dodge early.

Long Aotian looked at Huangfu Yuran's back, and his body flashed behind Huangfu Yuran, and his body rotated and rushed up. Hearing the sound behind him, Huangfu Yuran immediately turned around and protected the long sword in front of his chest. Then he saw the rotating flying dragon Aotian, and the long sword had continuously crossed over.

Huangfu Yuran blocked Long Aotian's sword with a long sword, and his eyes suddenly remembered how similar the fatal blow of his split was stabbed, which was similar to the current situation. Before he could think about it, he reached out and grabbed his chest, and at this moment, Long Aotian's long sword had also been stabbed.

Silently, both of them stopped there, their long swords hung beside them, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground. Long Aotian's short sword was facing Huangfu Yuran's chest, and there were still two inches to pierce Huangfu Yuran's chest, but it was caught by one hand.

Ignoring the sharp blade of the dagger, Huangfu Yuran's left hand grasped the dagger in front of his chest, and blood came out of his palm, dripping on the snow-white ground under his feet was so dazzling.

This scene only lasted for a moment, and Long Aotian raised his foot and kicked Huangfu Yuran out. Long Aotian looked more highly of Huangfu Yuran at this time. So far, Huangfu Yuran is the only one who breaks his killing moves like this.

Without much consideration, when Huangfu Yuran was kicked away, Long Aotian followed at one point, and the long sword in his hand crossed Huangfu Yuran's neck.

Huangfu Yuran suppressed the pain from the palm of his left hand and raised the sword to block the sword cut to his neck, but he didn't expect that Long Aotian's move was just a false move, and the real killing move was still behind.

Seeing Huangfu Yuran's movements, Long Aotian suddenly accelerated, and his body approached Huangfu Yuran in an instant. A cold light flashed through the dagger and pierced Huangfu Yuran's chest.

Huangfu Yuran gave a painful hum, but he didn't call out. Long Aotian's predecessor Huangfu Yuran reached down and put Huangfu Yuran on the ground. He looked down at Huangfu Yuran and said faintly, "It's over, child!"

Huangfu Yuran raised his hand to pull out the dagger in his chest, but was stopped by Long Aotian. Long Aotian shook his head and said, "It's useless. There is no chance to live with a sword penetrating the heart. This may allow you to live a while. If you have anything to say, just say it quickly. With that, he also wink at Huangfu Yuran.

Huangfu Yuran is very weak now, but he can still feel that the sword on his chest did not pierce the heart, but it is also a fatal injury. Then he saw the look of the angel Long Ao and seemed to understand something.

Huangfu Yuran closed his eyes and looked at the sky slightly. He smiled at the corners of his mouth and looked at Long Aotian and said, "It's not in vain to die in the hands of the god of killing. If my death can be exchanged for peace in the world of cultivation, then how can I die!"

Long Aotian was obviously stunned for a moment, frowned at Huangfu Yuran's painful but indifferent expression and whispered, "Even so, are you still thinking about the world of cultivation? They are trying to kill you, but you..."

Huangfu Yuran seemed to feel very tired and slowly said weakly compared with his eyes, "I know what the senior means, but the world of cultivation can't be chaotic!" Once the cultivation world begins to be turbulent, it is the people who suffer. Why do they still involve them if they are not the people of the cultivation world? If you die, save all people from water and fire, Yu Ran... why not do it?" After saying that, he sighed and lay quietly on the ground without any movement.

Long Aotian narrowed his eyes and thought about the meaning of Huangfu Yuran's words for a long time. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his eyes and reached out the dagger on Huangfu Yuran's chest: "Kid, it's enough for you to have this heart. Leave the next thing to me. Go at ease."

The dagger left the chest and brought out wild blood. Huangfu Yuran just trembled and did not open his tired eyes, but there was a slight smile on the corners of his mouth.

Everyone saw the battle between Huangfu Yuran and Long Aotian. The battle began and ended quickly, and the victory or defeat was already divided after just a cup of tea.

Long Aotian standing and Huangfu Yuran, who was lying on the ground with blood in his chest, have explained everything. The world suddenly became extremely quiet, and only the chest, which was still bleeding, was still attracting people's attention.

There was no sound in the quiet space, and the rustling sound of the snowflakes falling to the ground seemed to be weaving the sad soul of death. Long Aotian looked up at the snowflakes slowly falling from his eyes and sighed a lot.

For a moment, Long Aotian's old face seemed to have a few more vicissitudes, and he looked more old. Once upon a time, countless practitioners died in the hands of Long Aotian, but they have never been like this.

Long Aotian kills people and never considers why. He has always stopped killing by war. But today, Huangfu Yuran hesitated. Huangfu Yuran was the first person in history to be killed by him. Long Aotian clearly felt that Huangfu Yuran did not do his best during the battle.

And the last few words said by Huangfu Yuran... Long Aotian doesn't know how to understand the meaning of Huangfu Yuran's words. Long Aotian has never considered how the cultivation world is. All he thinks of is his skills and the skills of the people who will be killed, which can also be regarded as taking money and people to eliminate disasters.

But Huangfu Yuran's words deeply touched his tight heartstrings. Sometimes he had to think so much. After all, he did not exist without the world of cultivation.

I don't know how long this tranquility lasted, and finally woke up by a scream: "Ah! Brother Yuran..." A breeze flashed, and there was already one more person beside Huangfu Yuran.

Qing'er's cute little face had tears on her face. She looked at Huangfu Yuran's closed eyes and the wound on her chest that was still bleeding out. The green light in her hand instantly covered Huangfu Yuran's whole body.

Long Aotian could feel that Qing'er was bleeding and healing Huangfu Yuran, so he gently shook his head and whispered, "It's useless. His heart has been pierced. I'm afraid he can't save him."

At this time, Linger, Qingyu and others also rushed over and surrounded Huangfu Yuran in the middle. Qing'er didn't believe Long Aotian's words and still worked hard there, and the green light on her body was even more.

Linger turned around and looked at Long Aotian, and didn't know what was contained in her eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Long Aotian's outstretched hand.

I saw an emerald green jade slip in Long Aotian's hand, and the breath emitted from this jade slip was obviously Huangfu Yuran's. He looked at Long Aotian with a surprised face and didn't know what Long Aotian meant.

Long Aotian shook his hand and threw the jade slip to Linger. He turned to the side and said faintly, "This was given to me in the battle. Let me give this jade slip to you. You will know everything after reading the things in the jade slip!" After saying that, he sighed helplessly.

Linger took over Yujian and entered Zhenyuan into Yujian with some trembling. Huangfu Yuran's voice instantly appeared in her mind: "Today's World War, Huangfu Yuran is bound to be difficult to save his life. This is also a good thing. Yuran will not die, and the definition of cultivation will never have peace. If my death is exchanged for the peace of the world, Yuran will be willing to be killed. It's just that there is still my blessing in this world of cultivation, and that thought is thrown away. Following me all the way to escape, I suffered all my brothers. Yu Ran felt very guilty and failed to bring you any comfort, but only brought a crisis. Today, my death is enough to cultivate a Qingming in the real world and a comfort to your brothers. Yuran is satisfied. Remember, don't take revenge as your mind, and live a safe life! When will the injustice be retribution..."

Linger's eyes were full of tears, and she couldn't help crying. Leng Lingxue wanted to safe Linger, but she didn't know where to start. She could only quietly hold Linger's trembling body and let Linger cry freely.

Linger buried her head in Leng Lingxue's arms, and her shoulders trembled. She didn't want to accept this reality that she had to accept!