Zhu Xianzhi's sword Qingyun

Chapter 60 Serious Injury
The sky above the [-] Mountains was roaring, black clouds covered the sun, and thunder was rolling, like mountains falling, like waves, as if the end of the world was coming.

The piercing wind blows on Jin Ping'er's delicate face like a knife. Her palm is holding the jade ring that Lin Jingyu gave her. Yu's hands are average.

Maybe, it was the last time I talked to him, she should never see him again, maybe it was death, maybe it was just disappearing, anyway, the ending is always doomed.

Jin Ping'er turned her head, and took another look reluctantly. In the distance behind, a blue dragon was rolling and circling in the black clouds like the deep sea.

In the place where the black clouds gathered, the wind and thunder shook the sky, and the blue dragon roared.Jin Ping'er has very good eyes and ears, even though they are separated by tens of miles, she can still hear them vaguely.

Have they already done it?

In the swamp of death, she had secretly seen Lin Jingyu's earth-shattering sword. She still remembered the power of this sword, she still remembered the horrified expression of Qinglong at that time, and she still remembered its name - Slaying Ghosts and Gods!

Qinglong, one of the four great envoys of the Ghost King Sect, the Qinglong wearing the Qiankun Qingguang Ring, not to mention Jin Ping'er herself, even her master, Mrs. Sanmiao, the head of the Hehuan Sect, would not dare to beat him lightly.

But that time, Qinglong was wounded in Lin Jingyu's hands, and he was injured by Zhanlong. Slashing ghosts and gods, Qingyun's supreme sword art is indeed extraordinary.

She still vividly remembered the sword that shook the sky and destroyed the world, but this time, she did not have the slightest confidence in this sword.

Jin Ping'er grew up in the Hehuan faction since she was a child, and she has no morals at all in her heart.For the sake of profit, everything can be sold, even if it is a friend, even a teacher, even a relative.

This is something she has learned since she was a child, and she has never suspected that this thing is wrong.Because if it weren't for this, I'm afraid it would have died in the hands of its own people.

Yes, she never suspected it, at least not before.

But this time, she was shaken. Looking at the fading blue light in the black cloud, she was shaken.

Is it really so important to be alive?
In order to live, she has betrayed too much and given up too much, but this time, can she really give up on him?

Jin Ping'er looked down at the jade ring in her hand, her eyes were full of determination.

"What do I live for? Is it just to live? People, there must be something more important than life." Jin Ping'er lowered her head and asked herself this way.

The next moment, a stream of purple light rushed straight towards the black vortex from a distance, maybe it was overreaching, maybe it was a mantis' arm, but this time, she went back and she did it.

In the middle of the storm, where the black clouds gathered, a dazzling pure white stood in it, like a ray of light in the darkness, bright and dazzling, yet crumbling.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of Lin Jingyu's mouth, his brows were furrowed, and he looked at this strange young man solemnly.Beast God, the strongest opponent Lin Jingyu has ever encountered.

Ten years ago, he fought against the blood-sucking patriarch in Liubo Mountain. Although he lost that battle badly, he still had a little bit of power to protect himself. This time, this was the first time he felt so weak.It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, the final result was just one word - death.

A ray of radiance emanated from the Dragon Slaying Sword, like a dragon, tearing through the layers of black clouds, soaring into the sky, straight into the sky, illuminating half of the sky.

"Heaven and earth are righteous, and the grandeur will last forever. Don't ask for immortals, but kill ghosts and gods."

There was a clear howling, the sound moved above the nine heavens, a blue light cut down from the sky, Lin Jingyu and the Dragon Slayer sword merged into one, and directly attacked the beast god.

Knowing that you must fight to the death, only attack without defending.

With the will to die, fighting the strong with the weak, and replacing defense with offense, this is the true meaning of Dragon Slaying Sword.

With this sword, the sound moved Jiuzhou, the light chilled the world, and even the yin wind that seemed to be born with it was scattered and avoided on both sides.

"What a murderous look! What a great sword!" Facing the shocking sword, even the beast god who was standing comfortably below couldn't help clapping his hands and exclaiming.

"However," the proud beast god paused, his cheeks moved slightly, and he sneered, and then said, "I'm afraid that's all there is to your cultivation."

The Beast God waved his right hand upwards, and a light barrier emitting fire light blocked in front of him.

"boom!"

A loud noise like a landslide burst out in the air, and the blue and red rays of light collided in the air.A burst of blue-red air waves was set off, vibrating in all directions.

This impact was so powerful that it dissipated all the black clouds gathered like mountains around them, and wiped them out.The sky was finally clear again.

When Jin Ping'er arrived, the battle here was almost over.

Lin Jingyu's white clothes were no longer pure white, spots of blood were all over the clothes that should have been white, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, especially dazzling.

Jin Ping'er had never seen Lin Jingyu in such a state of embarrassment, and at this moment he no longer had the slightest shadow of Fengshen and handsomeness before.

With disheveled hair, pale face, and a dragon-slaying sword weakly held in his right hand, he was held in the hands of the beast god like a dead dog, motionless.

Who would dare to believe that this downcast beggar-like man is actually the most famous disciple of Qingyun Sect, Lin Jingyu.

Jin Ping'er looked at him, her heart ached like being torn apart, why did she leave, why did she leave, even if she died, she would not want to see Lin Jingyu so lonely and desolate.

A demon girl, she has no intentions. Once she falls in love, it will be destroyed, and her mind can't be changed.

"He's mine, let him go." Jin Ping'er's always charming face was frosty, and her voice seemed to be frozen.

Seeing Jin Ping'er's figure, the beast god moved slightly, and asked lightly, "You have already left, why did you come back to die? Aren't you afraid of death?"

A trace of sarcasm and determination flashed across Jin Ping'er's beautiful face: "Of course I am afraid of death, but I am even more afraid of living alone. This feeling is more uncomfortable than dying."

The beast god's face suddenly changed, the playfulness on his original face was gone, replaced by pain and ferocity.

"It's worse to be alive than to be dead, and it's harder to be alive than to be dead."

The Beast God kept repeating this sentence, suddenly burst into laughter, and shouted to the sky: "Linglong, did you hear that? Did you hear that?"

Did you hear it, did you hear it, did you hear it
The sound of the beast god was like thunder, and it spread thousands of miles away, echoing non-stop in the peaks of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the beasts scattered in the forest in shock, and hundreds of birds fluttered.

"Is he also a sad person?" Jin Ping'er looked at the crazy look of the beast god, and was at a loss for a moment, thinking silently.

After a long while, the Beast God's eyes showed a trace of vicissitudes, staring at Jin Ping'er, and slowly sighed: "I never thought that besides Linglong, there would be a woman like you in this world. You go, you take this useless person away."

Saying that, the Beast God threw Lin Jingyu to Jin Ping'er like a piece of cargo.

Jin Ping'er looked at Lin Jingyu who was thrown over, and carefully caught him.

Jin Ping'er gazed tenderly at the scarred man in her arms, and felt for his pulse.

The meridian is cut off!

This is undoubtedly a huge bad news for a cultivator, especially Lin Jingyu, a genius who has attracted the attention of everyone since he was a child.

If he knew that his meridian had been cut off and he became a useless person with no power to restrain the chicken, how painful it would be for him.

He should have been young and heroic, full of vigor, but now, he can only spend the rest of his life in a hospital bed. In just one day, there is a difference between heaven and earth, cloud and mud.

Jin Ping'er touched his side face distressedly, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Jin Ping'er gently hugged Lin Jingyu, glanced at the Beast God with resentment, and Yu Jian left.

　This chapter spends a lot of space on Jin Ping'er's inner changes, and the writing is quite exhausting. I hope you like it.

　　
　
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