My Cold CEO Fiancee

When people are dying, their words are also good. People will see through the things they can't see through until they die. Unfortunately, it's too late.

Ye Lingtian looked at the two big men of Qixia palace from top to bottom, and said with a smile: "the leader of purple gate realized earlier. He won't lose so miserably."

Zixundong laughed and his eyes were slightly moist: "how many people in the world can see the essence through layers of fog like old Jane? What's more, Jia Renyi's theft of jiutiandan is not a conspiracy, but a clear plan. Even if we all know the risks involved, I'm afraid there will be moths flying to the fire. Who doesn't want to break through to the top of the immortal level and command the world from above? The temptation of jiutiandan is too big

Zixilan's hand shaking with the sword, at the moment of life and death, he thought of the little things he had been getting along with Jane.

At that time, the three of them always liked to walk on the Yandang Mountain. At that time, Jane was always smiling so sunny, just like a little boy. In the eyes of outsiders, Jane is cunning and insidious. Only those who are close to him can see that his blood is hot and his heart is so clear. Like today's advice, he has done everything he can.

No matter zixilan or zixundong did not blame Jane for not speaking clearly because they would listen to it clearly? Jane is still that Jane. Zixun East and zixilan are not the same as Zixun Dong and zixilan 30 years ago.

Ye Lingtian retreated to Liu Honghai's side and said to Murong Feixue, "don't waste time. You have to go to Zisha island to continue to make dumplings."

"Yes Murong Feixue draws out the soft sword from the waist, shakes out a string of red brilliance, and turns to the martial arts of Tianji gate and says in a deep voice, "fight quickly."

There is no response, there is just a wanton air of strength, and cold eyes.

"Cheer up, even if you die, be like a man." Purple train east to rush to subordinate's sharp voice way.

"Yes The way of the subordinates with one voice.

They are determined, but also tired. The elites who can survive to the end are the hope of the revival of Qixia palace. But will ye Lingtian give Qixia palace a chance to recover its vitality? The Tianji gate is covered with bruises and bruises. It is a miracle that Qixia palace is not destroyed.

Mr. Fan Tianling and Mr. Zou Jiuzhou, what would you do if you saw the Qixia palace transformed into the present one? This idea only flashed in Zixun Dong's head. He didn't think about it, and Murong Feixue would not give him more time to think about it.

"I'll go first." Zixilan ignored the wound of her left arm and shook the sword in her hand. Just overdraft too much internal force he, already can't shake out internal power brilliance.

"Or I come first," Purple training East purple West LAN a smile, toward one side Nuozu mouth, "pick a similar, do a is a."

"I want to, too, afraid they won't give me a chance." Zixilan is a martial arts man of Tianji gate. He looks at the immortal high-level middle martial arts man beside him. He smiles helplessly, "it's impossible to give me a chance."

"Well, you should drink your own wine, taste your own fruit, and be a brother in the next life." Zixun smiles, and then points his sword at Murong Feixue, "let me experience the 10th best master in Xianmen world today!"

"It's not me that ranks tenth, but Jane Cheng! Many years ago, I had a fight with Jane Zheng. I was defeated. For the sake of Tianji gate, he could not say, "Murong Feixue stepped back, looked at zixundong's shaking right hand, and said," I wanted to give you a fair fight. Time is not allowed. After this war, I will erect a monument in indosini island so that Jane can come here to worship you. "

"Thank you very much, then?" Purple training East salty not light not light road.

"You're welcome. It should be. Our generation is the last batch of elites emerging from the traditional Xianmen world. History can't remember us. We should remember ourselves by ourselves." Murong Feixue held his right hand flat, retreated slowly, staring at zixundong's hand. His words leaping out of his mouth were as calm as the sea surface in the distance. "Between the masters, this sword not only embodies my lifelong cultivation, but also Qin Ruyan and ye Lingtian's understanding of the war that day."

"I'll see!" Zixundong condenses the remaining internal force into the sword body. The blue sword body was suddenly covered by red light.

"Go!"

Murong flying snow soft sword to the ground, flying to the right side of Zixun East.

Zixundong, holding a sword in his right hand, is preparing to fight the enemy. Seeing Zixun flying to the right, he is a little puzzled.

What is he going to do? Driven by instinct, purple train east a little bit, such as the arrow from the string, no, it should be lightning in the storm.

The tip of the sword points to the back of Murong Feixue.

Just as Murong Feixue said, at this moment, both of them condensed all their accomplishments in this sword.

Murong Feixue wants to fight quickly, but Zixun Dong's remaining internal power is difficult to support him to launch the second wave of attack.

Ye Lingtian stares at Zixun Dong's sword and nods secretly. The leader of Qixia palace is not a baidang, and the Tianji sect leader is not a baidang. Even though he is practicing martial arts, both of them will be extremely skilled in their moves at this moment. If he does not practice the immortal method and has no infinite mind, it is difficult to find the only flaw, a fleeting flaw.

The duel between the two high-level warriors of immortal level in the dense forest of indosini represents the highest level in the world of Xianmen.At the moment when zixundong is about to stab Murong Feixue's back heart, the soft sword swings towards the bare tree trunk, and Murong Feixue's speed increases sharply. He turns and kicks away the long sword facing his back and spins wildly with the help of strength.

At the moment of landing, scattered red awns make the earth dust.

Zixun East is defeated! As soon as ye Lingtian's eyes brighten, Murong Feixue's one foot has already stepped into the immortal level high-level peak, what he lacks is only an opportunity.

In the smoke and dust, red awns bloom, and a red line appears in Murong flying snow. If there is no murderous spirit, it is just like a tsunami.

Zixun Dong looks at Murong Feixue who stabbed at him. Suddenly, a smile appears in the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the sword is released.

A red awn passed through his heart.

Murong Feixue turned and kicked his elixir field.

Poop!

Zixun falls on the ground again, spitting blood. Looking at the battlefield with shining internal power, Zixun nods to Murong Feixue, who has already landed. Then he lies on the ground, silent.

Murong Feixue took the soft sword and went to the east of Zixun. He squatted down and said in a low voice, "you have done a good job."

There is no answer, only the sound of internal force collision not far away.

With the fall of Zixun East, the most dazzling era in the history of Qixia palace has come to an end. This is the most rapid improvement of Qixia Palace's strength in the past 1000 years, and it belongs to zixundong era. As long as the senior management of Qixia palace has a little patience, or if the Mianyang forest incident is delayed for 30 years, the outcome will be different.

After Zixun East falls, zixilan is also pierced in the chest by the martial arts of Tianji gate. He has been fighting for two hours in succession, and his internal power has been exhausted to the extreme, which is the end of his strength.

The battlefield finally quieted down. Murong Feixue turned to look at ye Lingtian and asked tentatively, "can you leave some time to bury Zixun East and zixilan?"

Ye Lingtian took out his mobile phone and looked at it and nodded: "quickly clean up the battlefield. Not only do their bodies need to be buried, but our hands should also be buried properly. Is 30 minutes enough?"

"Enough, we are immortal warriors." Murong Feixue is very grateful, and Chong ye Lingtian smiles.

This expression let one side of Liu Honghai very hurt, from which he saw a little desolation.

Ye Lingtian looks at Murong Feixue's lonely figure. He can't bear it. But if he doesn't, how can he do it? These Xianmen warriors are very brave and loyal, but when they are haunted by selfish thoughts, they will become reckless, brave and cruel.

The world's most dangerous is the heart, ye Lingtian dare not bet. Along the way, he saw too much cruelty.

Taking a piece of Hongta mountain out of his pocket, he suddenly remembered the words he said when he handed his cigarette to him in the battlefield. In fact, smoking is not good, but sometimes it is a good medicine to calm the throbbing soul and comfort the lonely heart.

How is this scene similar to the battlefield in those years? Those fallen enemies are also full of blood and love for their brothers, but if they are allowed to go out alive, they will soon show an extremely cruel side.

"After the war, only one tenth of the brothers of tianjimen have arrived?" The voice that rings nearby interrupts ye Lingtian's thoughts.

Ye Lingtian took a mouthful of cigarette and nodded to Ye Zijie: "more is not where to go."

"I'm wrong. They can't call them brothers of Tianji gate any more." Ye Zijie stares at ye Lingtian's gloomy face and says coldly, "they are your people, the Murong sect leader is your people, and the five elders are also your people."

Ye Lingtian laughed and turned to Ye Zijie: "that's right. The world of Xianmen has changed."

"Why not give my parents a chance." Ye Zijie took a deep breath, his eyes were red, and his hand holding the blade was shaking. "Even if you can see through this is a play, you don't need to push them into a sea of fire and sword!"

"I'm sorry, as the commander-in-chief of the war, in my eyes, every piece of chess should play its due role. Tuwana needs a hall leader who can raise morale. As my nominal parents, they also have such influence." Ye Lingtian threw cigarettes on the ground and trampled them out, "Xie Shangfeng can die. Why can't they?"

"You're so cold-blooded that you'll be rewarded one day!" Ye Zijie's eyes cracked. "You must have retribution!"

Ye Lingtian shrugged his shoulders, and his words from his mouth were as cold as the ice on the floor of the twelfth lunar month: "you are not the first person to say so, nor the last one. Since the day I took up the knife to kill and want to live, I have been living in retribution. I am, are you clean? Since everyone doesn't hurry up, let's fight fiercely. The dirty things are lost, and there's a lot of freshness in the back. "

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