The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

There was a tense feeling in his throat, like a giant evil hand, tightly strangling his soul.

Suo Wenming put all the strength in his body into his hands, raised the Chilong Sword high, and wanted to make the final blow to kill the net.

Unexpectedly, all of this was a little too late. The moment the eight heavenly evil strings wrapped around his throat, his whole body was completely out of control.

As soon as the Chilong Sword in his hand was raised, suddenly a powerful force descended like lightning. In an instant, he had already grabbed the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the ancient Chilong Sword had been snatched away out of thin air.

At the same time, a crisp string sounded in Suo Wenming's ear... [

This chord sound is so clear and transparent that when it rang in his ears, it went straight to the bone marrow, as if it resonated with his own soul...

Then, his own pair of eyes rolled down from the height like a ball to the ground, and he saw his own body, a mutilated body...

"They... actually cooperated so tacitly, seamlessly..."

In the end, this thought slowly slipped through my mind, and the pair of light blue eyes that stayed at my feet finally closed slowly...

As Suo Wenming's head-dropped corpse crashed to the ground, deathly silence returned to the dark underground palace.

Ao Junxie clutched his chest that was scratched by the sword, walked to the body of the Great Elder in front of the Temple of Light, bent down, and held the hilt of the Chilong sword in Suo Wenming's hand. He couldn't loosen it even after he lifted it.

It wasn't until he pulled hard that he took his own sword back into his hand.

Even the greedy heart of the people in the Temple of Light is still so strong!

"Master! How are you?!"

Ao Junxie rushed towards Ming Qianhe who was lying on the ground. When he, Ao Junxie and Qing Kuang attacked Suo Wenming just now, he was injured by the strong and domineering internal force of the Chilong ancient sword at a very close distance.

In the body, several important meridians have been broken by the spiritual force, and for a while, they have been paralyzed on the ground, unable to get up again.

Ao Junxie helped Ming Qianhe up, Ming Qianhe just shook his head and waved his hands, signaling that he doesn't have to worry about himself.

Instead, he looked sadly at the man in purple who was lying beside Suo Wenming's body in a pool of blood.

Qing Kuang gently stroked the neck blood of the Great Elder of the Bright Temple remaining on the strings, and slowly put away the stringed ink guqin.

Looking at the man covered in blood on the ground, he walked over with heavy steps.Crouching down, gently lifted him up.

"Teacher Mu Liufeng..."

Looking at the teacher whose face was covered with blood in his arms, Qing Kuang felt sad from the bottom of his heart.

At the very beginning, I was so choked up that I couldn't speak.

Now, that originally masculine and handsome face was covered with countless bloodstains drawn by the fragments of his long sword, and those amber eyes were no longer seen at this moment, replaced by bloody hollows. [

With this situation, Qing Kuang and Ao Junxie couldn't help feeling sad and silent.

Mu Liufeng opened his mouth, stretched out a palm with great effort, and stretched it into the air, but he still didn't have the strength to say a word.As soon as Qingkuang's hand was held, it had already drooped powerlessly, and his body gradually became cold.

Looking at Mu Liufeng who had died heroically in his arms, and Ming Qianhe who was dying on the ground, Qing Kuang and Ao Junxie looked at each other, their sadness was beyond words.

In the end, they got the most critical temple secret knowledge, but the price they paid was enough to make them unforgettable for life.