The sound of the sword piercing into the bones of the flesh came slowly in the breeze.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone gasped, except Hua Fengmo and Luo Yunxi, as expected, looked at Luo Qingyue and Jun Wuxie like watching a good show.

Blood seeped into the purple robe bit by bit, and smeared on Jun Wuxie's chest.

Like a blood lotus blooming enchantingly, it is extremely enchanting, but also >

The body of the Moon Devouring Sword contained a lot of spiritual energy, it was pierced into the body by this sword, and Jun Wuxie hadn't dodged it before, so it was inevitable that he would be seriously injured.

Yun Feng was completely stunned by the scene in front of him, Emperor Zun was poisoned by the cold, if he was seriously injured, and Hua Fengmo was here again, he would definitely not let Emperor Zun go.

Isn't this handing over Emperor Zun's life to Hua Fengmo for nothing?

It's not that Luo Qingyue doesn't know about this, for Luo Longyu, how could she hurt Emperor Zun like this?

"Oh>

The corners of his lips tugged slightly, revealing a pale smile, "This Moon Devouring Sword>

His heart tightened suddenly, and the unspoken words were hidden in his heart.

The blood flowed out inexhaustibly and quickly.

Jun Wuxie's face changed slightly, and she leaned slightly.

"Jun Wuxie, you owe my brother this sword." Luo Qingyue smiled coldly, curling her lips.

With a bright smile, coupled with a bloodthirsty look, at this moment, she is like the incarnation of a cold god, and her words and deeds are no longer the Luo Qingyue before.

"So you're going to kill me?" Jun Wuxie's purple eyes dimmed instantly, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Luo Qingyue didn't speak, but just looked at Jun Wuxie blindly, as if she wanted to find a look on this impeccable face that could make her hate him enough to kill him.

But no, nothing was found.

"Qingyue, you>

"Don't call me Qingyue!" Luo Qingyue roared.

Jun Wuxie clenched his fists tightly, probably because he had lost too much blood, his face was a little pale, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead at some point.

Anyone who watched all this would know that the mighty Jun Wuxie was seriously injured.

"Luo...Qing...Yue...Have you ever loved me?" The bloodless lips parted slightly, uttering the name that made him feel the most distressed. [

Luo Qingyue>

Even though the pain went deep into the bone marrow, he still said it.

Just because it is better to be able to call out this name than never to be called out again.

"Jun Wuxie, it's not that I don't love you...it's that you no longer give me hope..." The light tone, cool as a breeze, gradually disappeared into nothing in the mountains.

Holding the Moon Devouring Sword, Luo Qingyue saw the blood on Jun Wuxie's chest, her heart seemed to be tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, and it could be broken with just a little effort.

But when she thought of her brother's life, she gritted her teeth to bury the heartache, and only hoped that this feeling would disappear forever...forever.

Jun Wuxie closed her eyes slightly, covering up a pool of aching pain, her pale face showed his physical condition at the moment, but he didn't care!

What he cares about is the sentence 'It's not that I don't love you...it's that you no longer give me hope...'.

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