Chapter 200 Compassion and Desperate

"Innocent people?" Qianye looked at Ye Qingwu quite funnyly, "In this world of the law of the jungle, is there any innocence? A person who can't make a living for himself in this world is not innocent. I can only say that he doesn't have the ability to make himself alive.

Lan Ge said, "What on earth do you want to let her go?"

He didn't have this time to argue with Qianye, because the passage to the city of fantasy has been opened, and there is only time for a incense, which can't be delayed at all.

Qianye sneered and subconsciously looked at the horse beside him. He did not dare to neglect this person.

"As long as I let this woman go, will you promise me to do anything?" Qian Ye asked lightly, with a little temptation in his tone.

"As long as you can release the woman in your hand, I can promise you any conditions." Without any hesitation, Lan Ge blurted out that although Ye Qingwu was not the most important person in his heart, it was enough for him to risk his life to save her.

Cang Lan behind him raised his eyes slightly and looked at the man in front of him. His handsome posture was so depressed under the moon. Are you really willing to sacrifice yourself to save others? Such a kind and compassionate person, why did you stab the sword into her heart and break all her infatuation?

Ye Qingwu looked at her master with tears in her eyes. The fear, fear and worry in her eyes made her only shake her head to signal Lan Ge not to agree to Qianye's request.

Ma Ziwei didn't know the enmity of these people, and it was not appropriate to ask, and Qianye also called this person a fairy. You should know that the person who can be called an immortal in heaven is by no means an ordinary fairy. Even if he is not the leader of the fairy mountain, he is also a big man in the heavenly world.

Looking closely at the man in black, Ma's self-harm can also clearly feel the magic spirit brought to his body, and it is more than any person in the demon world he had seen before. Therefore, when Fang Cai Lange called Qianye the young master of the demon world, Ma Ziju was very surprised. He was surprised that there were people in the demon world with such a strong magical atmosphere, and also I'm surprised that this world will tolerate the existence of such people.

In the past few thousand years, Ma couldn't help sighing in his heart how many things have happened in the outside world.

Qianye was not surprised by Lan Ge's unhesitating decision to save Ye Qingwu. Why did this compassionate immortal in heaven always make him feel so cruel and ruthless?

Since you were born a ruthless person, you should be a ruthless person and do ruthless things. Only in this way can you be worthy of this experience.

Qianye smiled coldly, "Since Xianzun has spoken by himself, I think I'm all about myself. Don't you want to save this woman? As long as you pierce the dust-free sword into your heart, I will let her go, how about it?

"What?" Lan Ge and Cang Lan were stunned at the same time.

Qianye continued, "Didn't you say that you could do anything as long as I let this woman go? Why, don't you want to?"

The tone was sarcastic, but he wanted to see if this Lan Ge was really like that, and he could risk his life in order to save others. Seeing Lan Ge's embarrassed look, Qianye didn't seem to be enough. "If you don't want to hurt yourself, then I'll give you a way. You can also stab the sword into the chest of the person behind you. If you don't die, it depends on whether you know the pity and cherish jade."

Isn't the person behind him Canglan? How cruel such a request is.

It's just that Lan Ge is still so indifferent that he can't see how scared he is at all. Looking back slightly at Cang Lan, he knew what the woman behind him was thinking at this moment. A thousand years ago, the moment when Wuchen Sword fell into her chest, not only Canglan remembered it at this moment, but also Lan Ge herself was recalling it.

But who would like to experience that pain again? This time, even if Lan Ge would be ruthless, Canglan was no longer the pear demon who had nothing a thousand years ago.

For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely cold. Ma stood aside and looked at these people feebly. At this moment, he actually regretted opening the passage for nothing else, but because these people's origin was unknown. Moreover, if he did not open the channel, the young master of the demon world would not appear.

The moon lost its glory because of the whirlpool in the air. The desert is windy and dusty.

Qianye's sword was closer to Ye Qingwu. Ye Qingwu could clearly feel the pain of her skin being pierced by the sword. She couldn't help shouting in pain. Tears fell like rain, and Lan Ge was so distressed.

But what can he do at this moment? Even if you have a cultivation, you can't save a person close at hand.

Cang Lan silently stared at Lan Ge's back, with dark green silk shawl down, white clothes fluttering, what a handsome person. But if he hesitated for a moment when he killed himself, even if it was only for a moment, would the result be completely different?

He is a fairy. A thousand years ago, he could kill himself for the so-called immortal demon. Today, will he be cruel again for his favorite disciple? But now she is not a demon. What reason does he have to kill her?

Canglan's cold eyes are like a cold shirt, clinging to Lan Ge's back. Lan Ge was a little sad. It turned out that she was still afraid that she would really hurt her.

Lan Ge smiled bitterly and couldn't helplessly. When the trust is lost, no matter how much you make up for it, you can't go back to the beginning.

"I promise you the terms." The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the Buddha is talking about something that has nothing to do with him. But I can't believe that you really danced, so I need you to make a commitment.

There is no cold sword in Canglan's hand, only his cold hand.

Qianye said, "What do you want?"

"I want the sword in your hand."

Qianye smiled. In the blink of an eye, the sword in his hand had fallen in front of Canglan, and his body did not move at all. Ye Qingwu was still within the dangerous range.

So free and easy, so sure. Qianye smiled and said, "Xianzun can do it now?"

Lange didn't expect Qianye to be so cheerful. He turned around faintly, looked directly into Canglan's eyes, looked at him like a thousand years ago, and muttered, "Why are you so eager to go to the city of fantasy?"

Cang Lan was stunned.

"I know that if you can stay in Xuanyue Valley for Jiuyin, you won't leave him to go to the city of fantasy alone for Tianyuanpan. So, what is the purpose of going to the city of fantasy?" From the beginning, he knew that Canglan's purpose of going there was not for Tianyuanpan, but he never asked.

Cang Lan looked at Lan Ge in consternation. She didn't want to give an answer, but Lan Ge's look could not allow her to lie or hide it.

He looked away and looked at Qianye. Although it was night, Canglan could feel how ruthless those cold eyes were.

"There is no reason." In a simple sentence, one person's relief, another person's hatred.

Unconsciously, Qianye's hands have been clenched, and his nails have penetrated deeply into his skin. There is only a vicissitude and indifferent voice in his ear, "You don't have to show mercy. I don't care long ago."

After saying this, the sword light in the air flashed, cutting through the whole night sky, and the dazzling sword light pierced the back of Lan Ge.

Canglan only saw Lan Ge trembling all over, but his handsome face still looked at himself so seriously and gently, and his face was pale. He was not prepared in advance, so he was surprised, but indifferent to himself.

"Ah!" He pushed the sword out of his body hard, and the dust-free sword fell to the ground. But Lan Ge still faced Canglan and endured his pain without even frowning.

Blood has flowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping on his snow-white clothes. Cang Lan looked at Lan Ge in horror. His beautiful eyes widened, but his body trembled for no reason. It turned out that he was not only cruel to others, but also to himself.

Looking at the fear in Cang Lan's eyes, Lan Ge just smiled gently. He was wondering if there would be a moment when he felt that he would kill her? Looking back at Qianye, the man still stood there so coldly, with no humanity like the stone statue at night.

"Now, can you let her go?" Lan Ge opened his mouth, word by word, which will pull the pain of the wound. Ma Ziju felt pain when he looked aside, but whenever he was ready to go forward, he would be signaled to retreat by Lan Ge.

The horse should guard the entrance of the passage to avoid being taken advantage of by others. But under that stone statue, a figure in blue flashed like a ghost. Everyone put their minds here and did not notice the danger of approaching.

Qianye was surprised by Lan Ge's determination and gave rise to such a stream of praise, but it was only for a moment. Looking at the dust-free sword that fell to the ground and his own sword in front of Canglan, Qianye sneered and said, "Xianzun is really compassionate. Don't you want this woman? I'll give it to you."

After saying that, Qianye secretly worked hard, and Ye Qingwu was pushed by him to Lange and pushed away with strong internal force. The injured Lan Ge wanted to catch not Ye Qingwu, but the last palm Qianye exerted on Ye Qingwu.

Lan Ge wanted to pick up Ye Qingwu, but the pain of the wound really made him feel powerless. For the first time, he was injured by Wuchen Sword, and Lan Ge should also taste the taste of this sword. However, the speed of the person who replaced him was not slow. The white shadow passed by, Cang Lan flew to catch Ye Qingwu, but the palm that followed Qianye suffered abruptly. However, Canglan did not stop. After stabilizing Ye Qingwu, he attacked Qianye again.

Ye Qingwu, who was free, immediately ran back to Lan Ge and looked at the white shirt that had been stained with blood. Ye Qingwu burst into tears, "Master, how are you?"

Lan Ge waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, but his pale face was not difficult to see how painful his wound was at this moment. His eyes were firmly locked on Canglan's figure, regardless of the bleeding wound.

This palm Canglan almost used 70% of its cultivation, so the power is naturally not small. The surrounding yellow sand is rolled up wildly, and even the wind blows piercingly cold. Qianye didn't expect Canglan to suddenly attack him, so the resistance had slowed down by half a step, so he had to raise his true anger to resist.

But Canglan's palm was fierce, and Qianye was repelled a few steps away. Canglan took the opportunity to call back the cold sword. The cold light circled a few times in the air, and then flew directly back to Canglan's hand and pointed to Qianye.