Chapter 112 People are like falling

The cold wind roared, the dust and smoke floated on the blood-stained ruins, and the smell of blood spread along the wind and lingered in this space.

At this moment, Ye Butui and Xuanzheng attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked at them with different eyes.

Master Tianchan and others are prepared for Ye No Regret and have to persuade Xuanzheng. They are quite anxious. How can they be willing to watch Xuan Zheng die in front of them?

However, Xuan Zheng is calm and single-minded to die. Life and death are like a cloud for him. He has taken it easy and naturally doesn't care.

Ye Butian held the broken sword closer and closer, and the blood dripped off the front of the sword, which was bloody and terrible. When he came five feet in front of Xuanzheng, he stopped, and his fierce murderous intention did not hide at all, stabbing his body with pain.

All the people in Putian Temple looked sad and angry. They couldn't stop Xuanzheng's intention. Even if there was a force to block it, they couldn't resist it, and their hearts were gloomy.

The people of Qingyun Sect could not be happy and immersed in the pain of the death and injury of their peers.

"Go to hell." Ye regret said in a low voice, and his voice fluttering in the wind. His blood-stained clothes bulged, and he suddenly cut off with a broken sword in his hand!

The fishy wind suddenly rose, and a touch of cyan light spewed out on the broken sword. The glow was shining, and the breath was very powerful. Obviously, he had used all his strength in this blow and had no intention of leaving his hand at all.

In terms of his resentment for Xuanzheng, this is the most normal.

There were exclamation, which belonged to the people of Putian Temple, and they couldn't bear to continue to watch it.

Only Xuanzheng frankly faced the rushing attack and looked so straight without any resistance. His face was green, and his bone marrow was chilling, but his eyes did not even shift an inch.

If there is no accident, the next moment is Xuanzheng's death time.

At this time, a blue shadow next to him came, blocking Xuan's front without anyone reacting, and receiving Ye's unrepentant attack for him.

"Boom!" The weak body of the comer could not stand Ye's full attack at all. It floated backwards like a defeated leaf willow catkins. The vitality was completely destroyed and blood was sprinkled in mid-air.

Ye's eyes, which were originally full of fierceness, instantly turned into pain and shouted in horror, "Qingrong!"

Xuan Zheng also opened his eyes wide, flashed with surprise, and quickly moved forward.

The land stained with blood was covered, and Yan Qingrong's weak body fell here weakly. Her green clothes had been stained with more than half of the blood. Her beautiful face was as pale as snow, her eyes were distracted, and her vitality was gradually dissipating.

No one expected that at this critical moment, someone would appear to block a fatal blow for Xuanzheng!

And Ying Yu and other people who knew Yan Qingrong could not predict this situation and were so surprised that they could not speak.

"No!" Ye didn't regret shouting, threw down the broken sword, quickly ran to Yan Qingrong's body, half picked him up, and blood and tears dripped in his eyes, mixed with pain, sadness and regret...

This situation is beyond everyone's expectations, and no one can predict it. Just like the Putian Temple a day ago, I didn't expect that the current Putian Temple would almost become ruins. Before cutting off the broken sword, Ye did not regret expect to be resisted, let alone that the sacrificed person was a woman who thought about day and night.

Holding Yan Qingrong's delicate body as if it didn't exist, which made Ye feel heartbroken.

No matter how Yan Qingrong has become, he still loves each other, so he has become radical since Xuanjiyuan, full of the idea of killing Xuanzheng. In fact, it is just for the humiliation of Yan Qingrong.

He originally thought that if Xuan Zheng could be killed, Yan Qingrong's heart would be happier. So he has been working hard to achieve this goal.

But he never thought that this idea would be wrong. The person he wanted to kill was protected by his beloved, and it was Yan Qingrong who died.

His tears fell with blood and hit Yan Qingrong's pale face, looking more and more sad.

Yan Qingrong had blood hanging at the corners of her mouth, and her body suffered serious trauma. She could even feel the dissipation of vitality in her body! But she hung up a smile, so sad, but as if she had put down something.

Xuanzheng slowly walked in and stopped when the distance was less than a foot. The monk's clothes swayed in the wind, and his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.

He originally thought that his life had come to an end. When Ye's unrepentant sword fell, it was the moment when he said goodbye to the light and sank into eternal darkness. Unexpectedly, he was saved at a critical moment!

And the person who saved him was Yan Qingrong, whom he couldn't think of.

He has a trace of pity for the woman who had sex with him. He knew how much damage he caused to the woman in front of him after being plotted in Xuanji Garden, and he almost dared not face it.

He thought that Yan Qingrong would hate and disgust him very much, so he has always felt guilty and regretful. But who knew that at the time of life and death, the other party blocked the deadly attack for him in exchange for the other party's own life.

He couldn't express anything, but looked at Yan Qingrong, which was difficult to understand.

Seeing this picture, Ying Yu's footsteps stopped. Seeing the deceased's death, he would have gone to see it even if he was suspected by Putian Temple, but when Ye Bute and Xuan Zheng came forward, he withdrew his footsteps.

This is a matter for the three of them. Naturally, it is up to the three of them to solve it. Outsiders still don't have to participate in it.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you so stupid?" Ye did not regret looking at Yan Qingrong with pain in his eyes.

If he had known earlier that this would have happened, he would not have attacked Xuan Zheng in any case. Everything he did was for Yan Qingrong. If Yan Qingrong didn't want to, how could he rebel?

Yan Qingrong smiled, her face was sad and beautiful, and said, "The dust returns to the dust, and the earth returns to the earth. That's fine."

"No, it's not good at all." Ye didn't regret that he couldn't wait to kill himself!

As long as he thinks that the woman in front of him, whose vitality is gradually dissipating, fell to the ground because of his own attack, he is almost crazy. Even if he falls into hell forever, it will be Yan Qingrong who is unwilling to suffer.

Yan Qingrong's lips moved and said slowly, "Why do you do this for me? I'm just a drop in the sea, drifting with the waves in the vast ocean of the world, with no roots and no end. Maybe this is my destination. I don't regret it.

There is a light smile on the corners of her mouth. At present, it is so touching that the glory of heaven and earth will fade for her. But this is the beauty of a moment. Maybe the next moment, she will return to the earth and disappear from the world forever.