Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

The gentle breeze slowly smoothed the folds of the clothes and wiped away the blood, Qingye Fengyin helped him close his eyes.

He paused.

"Bastard." Qing Ye cursed suddenly.

"I don't have long to live," he said softly. "Who needs you?"

silence.

Dead silence.

Only the sound of the waves lapping gently on the sand.

"I allow you to bury him later." A calm, emotionless voice sounded behind him. "You go to die again."

Crimson masks, crimson eye shadows, dragging gorgeous dresses.

【Miss】

She announced the conclusion calmly.

Qingye Fengyin turned her head and stared at her, Rosalin... No, ma'am, she is no longer the girl in her impression, the cold moonlight shines between them, intersecting with the dark night, half of the coastline is a shadow , half of which is the moonlight like water.

Qingye Fengyin didn't know whether he was in the light or in the dark.

He is already very tired.

"Why?" Qing Ye asked.

"I hate the weak, but I respect the strong." The lady said calmly, "That sailor deserves a funeral."

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It was almost dawn.

Qingye Fengyin burned Meika's body, watching him turn into ashes little by little in the flames.

The tide is very beautiful. He threw ashes into the tide, and the wave engulfed his soul, turning up layers of waves. Qingye Fengyin stared at the sea under the moonlight, and said softly:

"It's great, you can still wave after you die."

He smiled, took out a cigarette, smoked another, and the smoke slowly dispersed in the air—it was too bad, he had fallen into the bad habit of smoking again.

In the previous life, Qingye Leiming loved smoking and drinking so much, was it because he also had many sad things?

It's ridiculous.

"It's your turn." The lady said calmly; "I said, the next time I see you, I will kill you."

She stared at the boy, and the entangled past came back to her eyes, she hated this déjà vu.

The lady wants to bury this past thoroughly.

Moreover, the executive and debt collector who killed the Fools, no matter what the reason, the boy is already the eternal enemy of the Fools.

Anyone who offends the authority of fools can only die.

"Rosalind"

But the young man looked at him sadly and calmly, such emotions flowed through those purple eyes, Chu Yang slowly rose, reflecting the young man's eyes.

"If this is your wish, I will let you kill it."

He said softly, clenched Shenchee tightly, his nails digging deep into the flesh.

"But not now," he said. "soon."

"My meaning is not complete. I cannot live up to someone else's death."

The boy's voice was very low, but when it fell on the soft sand, it seemed heavy.

"You can't escape." Rosalind said, she hadn't realized why the boy knew her abandoned surname.

[Main task: Purify Tewarin]

"So——" Qingye smiled, "I will struggle desperately before being killed by you. Maybe I can fight back."

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Wow, don't call it Sigu, don't call it Sigu, don't call it Sigu, it's Sigu, Sigu, Sigu, gugugugu.

Everyone misunderstood what I meant... I have written that the enemy is the enemy, and the standpoint is different... For warriors, being killed by a lady is respect, and killing a lady is also respect.Where did the double standard come from?

Volume 58: Chapter [-] The shape of his death is the breeze

God cut out of the sheath, the thunder pattern rolled on the sword body, Qingye Fengyin suddenly made an attack, and now the sword light burst out, cutting towards the lady's neck.

The lady turned sideways slightly to avoid the oncoming sword wind, the thunder stinging her cheek, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Lightning...

The cold light of her hanging right hand exploded, the elements froze instantly, and the frightening cold quickly condensed, pointing towards Qingye's chest.

【Fools. Ms.】

[Level: lv79~lv80]

According to the division of the system, the [-]th level is the demon god level, and the [-]th level is the seventh ruling level in the world.

This is already infinitely approaching the realm of a demon god.

Qingye Fengyin only felt that his limbs were stiff, as if they were blocked.

West Wind Swordsmanship.

God cut back and cut off the flowing frost, Qingye Fengyin stepped back a few steps, lowered his figure, the clear wind wrapped around his toes, he exhaled softly, the pure white breath and the flowing thunder spontaneously seeped through the gaps between the teeth.

He has no intention of giving up.

Trying his best is his last respect for Rosalind.

Micah's death was not an exception.

The lady is walking on this cruel road, and she will sacrifice more people and more mortals in the future. Maybe her path is just, but Qingye Fengyin does not agree, and this is the difference between them.

This difference will always exist, they stand on different roads, and they can only bless each other.

He wouldn't tell Rosalynn that he had been Rustan.

There are only two endings.

He was killed, or he killed the lady.

If it is the first result, he doesn't want the lady to regret because she knows that she killed her lover, and if it is the second result, he doesn't want the lady to feel sad because she knows that she was killed by her lover.

But now it seems that the first result is more likely.

This fight should be very pure, just an ordinary Zephyr knight, and an ordinary fool executive, nothing else.

'Don't move your mind'

Cut again and again, incomparably lingering.

The figure of Qing Ye Fengyin has turned into a heavy afterimage, stirring up the thunder and the storm, chopping again and again on the thick ice wall built by the lady. air.

Shenki was once the blade that slayed the Demon God.

Shenqie should be able to cross the span of nine levels.

The Demon God's Heart has never been beating so violently, and Qingye Fengyin felt the exuberant vitality boiling in his chest.

The lady frowned, she did not expect that this young man was so difficult to deal with.

Now it seems that his strength has improved several times compared to when he stopped the dragon disaster, and the lady has never seen a frightening speed of progress.

And his sword, the aura entangled in the sword is even more mysterious.

The ice layer was broken layer by layer, Qing Ye Fengyin raised a sword horizontally, relying on the sharpness of the gods, completely cut off all obstacles along the way, and attacked the lady's neck!

Fudong's heart is clear and transparent, all disturbing factors quickly fade away in Qingye's eyes, and there is only that one point left in the world.

The lady took half a step back and turned her face sideways. The lingering sword wind brushed past her side face, bringing up bits and pieces of blood.

Her eyes were calm, without any waves.

Memories of the past haunted her.

But ladies have to move on.

She thought again of that evening, the monstrous tide of demons, the ruined homeland, since then, the girl was buried, her tears turned to ashes, the lady rose from the ashes, and she would burn all the people in the world All monsters, create a pure white world!

Someone has to burn all the pain away to bring new hope, no understanding needed.No consolation needed.Don't need anyone's sympathy.

No matter what the price.

No one can stop her ideal.

What was splashed in the air, besides the traces of blood, were golden fragments of the mask. The mask on the lady's side face was shattered one by one. fire butterfly.

The scars were exposed, the scars like flame patterns.

The flames replaced the ice and turned into layers of gorgeous satin and tulle, which naturally fell on the ankles, and the flowing fire cloud eroded her. She was originally a witch of flames, and the ice bestowed by the queen just sealed her. The fire in my heart, now that the ice has melted away, the lady is burning again!

Qingye Fengyin exhaled slowly, and smiled helplessly.

Really.

Why does this thing have a second form?

Ice and fire are two heavens.

The flames are monstrous, licking the lead-colored sky, the flames of the prairie fire make the world red, Qingye Fengyin takes a step back, stops the trend of attack, Shentang thrusts towards the ground, thousands of winds gather and entangle, and heavy airflows gather quickly Spread out, forming a huge storm barrier, wrapping the clear field layer by layer!

The sea of ​​fire was swirled by the wind, and the fire snake wound around and around the storm, and finally, it was completely covered.

The never-ending hellfire imprisoned Qing Ye, and the surrounding temperature soared instantly, the air became blurred due to the sudden rise in temperature, and billowing air waves gushed out.

sweat.

Along Qingye Fengyin's cheeks, it dripped to the ground.

He gritted his teeth, holding hands trembling slightly.

His soul is worn down, his body is roasted, but he must persevere, only in this way will he not live up to the death of others.

No matter what kind of ending, he will accept it frankly.

The flame cage devoured the wind wall of Qingye Fengyin bit by bit, and it became more and more difficult for him to support it. In the gap between the flames, he saw the lady's face.

Rosalind.

Fire butterflies flutter around her skirt, and the grand flame is her crown.

"Hoo... hoo."

Qingye Fengyin closed his eyes.

He needs to be quiet.

Qingye Fengyin seems to have returned to that rainy night again, the pouring rain fell, and the thick rain and fog enveloped the city of Mond. A girl's singing came from somewhere in the distance. He stood standing among the dandelion flowers, and the rain blocked his sight. He could never find her again.

Cut off this rain, cut off every raindrop.

Cutting off the fire, cutting off every fire butterfly, at this moment, the true meaning of Xifeng swordsmanship and Qingye Leiming's indifference have reached an unparalleled level, Qingye Fengyin finally let out a breath.

There was thunder, and suddenly there was a rolling thunder in the distance.

The demonic snake above the gods swam, and the lines traveled from the hilt to Qingye's wrist, covered his shoulders, and went down Qingye Fengyin's chest to the latter's heart.

God cut out the sheath.

"Don't stay focused"

Thunder and wind raged at the same time, the flames shattered, and the entrenched fire snake was cut off in the middle, leaving only that point in the world.

The unmoving heart and the sword of the west wind are intertwined here,

He lowered his body and turned into the wind.

The lady stared at him calmly and indifferently, she raised her hand slightly, the flames all over her body gathered in one place, the monstrous sea of ​​flames converged and turned into a bright fire butterfly in the palm of her hand.

That fire butterfly fluttered lightly, but with a flame that could burn the entire Mond, it came singing towards the clear wild wind!