The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

"Yu'er, as a wife, is this how you treat your husband?"

Since Yu'er had repelled the demon sword, Ren Qianxing wasn't too angry. He sent out a sword strike after a lifetime. His strength had been greatly weakened, so it wasn't surprising that Yu'er had deflected the demon sword.

That's right, Yu'er had already reached the peak of Xiantian at this time. Under the guidance of a god, she had already practiced the 'Ten Style of the Sword of Unrestrained Sword' in the 'Doom' School of Bitterness to the large success stage.

"Ren Qianxing, you keep saying that I'm your wife, but have you ever treated me like one?"

Yu'er's voice was sharp as she shouted at Ren Qianxing.

"What a joke. You are such a malicious woman. If it wasn't for the fact that you are useful, I would have already killed you. "What? I didn't kill you before, but now you've come out to die?"

Ren Qianxing sneered incessantly. After sending out that sword attack, he had recovered half of his strength.

"Cut the crap. I won't let you hurt Cang Feng!" Yu'er's eyes were firm as she held her sword in front of Yan Zhaofeng.

"Yu'er, you're not his opponent. Get out of the way!"

As a Grandmaster, Yan Zhaofeng naturally knew the difference between Ren Qianxing and Yu'er. Furthermore, Ren Qianxing had the demon sword in his hand.

Hearing this, Yu'er looked back and smiled, shaking her head. That smile caused Yan Zang Feng to be stunned.

In the eyes of different people, there was a different definition of how beautiful a first love was. As the first love of Yan Zhaofeng, Yu'er was naturally unbearably beautiful at this moment.

"Baima Yu'er, since you like Yan Zhaofeng so much, I'll send you off on your journey to the Yellow Springs Road as a pair of lovebirds." Ren Qianxing was unable to contain his anger when he saw his legitimate wife flirting with Yan Zhaofeng.

The Demon Sword tore through the air along with a scarlet sword beam. Each slash was sharp and ferocious, without any intention of holding back at all.

"Do you really think you can stop me just because you've practiced an unconventional sword technique? What a joke!"

The demon sword tore through the air and directly cut off the twisted treasure sword in Yu'er's hand.

"Yu'er, hurry and disperse! He will really kill you!"

Yan Zhaofeng was extremely anxious as he shouted loudly.

Yu'er shook her head with a sad and beautiful smile. "Zang Feng, I have done too many things that have let you and Yi Yi Yi down. Now is the time for me to make it up to you. I will not move away."

With the broken sword in her hand, Yu'er took the initiative to charge towards Ren Qianxing. She flew up into the air, and like a spinning top, her body was filled with sword qi.

"You're courting death!"

Ren Qianxing's eyes flashed with a cold light. He stomped hard on the ground and sent his sword flying.

The demon sword was too sharp. It didn't make any sound when it pierced Yu'er.

After kicking Yu'er, who was hanging on the demon sword, into the air, Ren Qianxing spat out a mouthful of saliva. He touched the bloody wound on his cheek, which Yu'er had carved with her life on the line.

"Yu'er!"

Yan Zhaofeng's eyes widened as he struggled to hold Yu'er in his arms.

Yu'er's complexion was pale, her lips jet-black. 70 to 80% of her blood had been sucked away by the demon sword, and she was on the verge of dying.

"Zang Feng, I'm going to die right now. However, being able to die in your arms is a gift from the heavens. I've experienced too many injustices in my life. You were mine, yet Liu Yiyi took it away. So I did a lot of things that were wrong with you and Yi Yi. Can you forgive me? "

Yu'er's voice was weak and her breath was weak. She reached out her hand to caress Yan Zhaofeng's handsome face.

"Yu'er, don't say anymore, please don't say anymore! I never blamed you. "The Heartsword can bring death back to life. Hold on tightly to it." Yan Zhaofeng hurriedly shoved the Heartsword into Yu'er's hands. He wanted to use the power of the Heartsword to save her.

Yu'er pushed away the Heartsword and stared at Yan Zhaofeng, "Cang Feng, don't waste your energy. The Heartsword can't save the one you killed with the Demon Sword. I died for love. But before I die, can I beg you for a favor? "

"Tell me, and I'll promise you anything." The Heartsword was tossed to the side. Yan Zhaofeng held Yu'er's hands with tears in his eyes as they slid down his handsome face.

"Can you kiss me once before I die?"

Yu'er looked expectantly at Yan Zhaofeng, her eyes shining.

Yan Zhaofeng did not hesitate as he bent his body towards his jet-black lips.

Feeling the warmth and roughness of her lips, Yu'er slowly closed her eyes and lowered her hands.

Yan Zhaofeng's chest was ice-cold. He raised his head and saw the satisfied smile on Yu'er's face.

"Ren Qianxing, I won't forgive you!"

Yan Zhaofeng's voice was hoarse. He lifted his hand and the Heart Sword returned to his grasp, emitting a resplendent blue light.