Seeing her like this, Fengling felt as if her heart was being scraped by a knife.

He gently hugged her and whispered in her ear:

I like you, I can say it as many times as I want, I like you.

"I, I..."

If Qingyan wanted to say "I promise you".

But because of the sobs she choked up, she couldn't say anything.

She cried harder and harder, her heart filled with despair.

Speak up! Speak up!

After saying that, he was asked to stay...

She cried so hard she could hardly breathe in Fengling's arms.

The wind chime's heart trembled along with her cries.

He gently stroked her head and whispered in her ear:

"No matter what happens, I will never let you go."

Ruo Qingyan held his clothes tightly with one hand.

"I promise..."

But before she could finish speaking, Fengling suddenly lifted her chin and gently kissed her red lips.

It was covered in tears, a little salty, a little slippery.

Ruo Qingyan's eyes trembled slightly, and she slowly closed them, blinking out a few tears.

If this is a dream, she hopes she will never wake up.

But just as she was thinking this, the wind chime left her. She looked up and their eyes met.

The brief dream has ended!

"Waaah..."

Her beautiful eyes opened, revealing a wronged expression, and tears welled up in her eyes again. Fengling felt a pang of panic.

Quickly lower your head and kiss him again...

This time, it wasn't as short; it lasted much longer than last time.

Yaohua watched from the sidelines the whole time, his face expressionless, but his eyes were still filled with sorrow.

He thought of himself...

After a while, Ruo Qingyan gently pushed the wind chime.

The wind chime slowly left her lips, and she subconsciously licked her lips.

At this moment, Yaohua suddenly said:

"Is that about enough?"

!!

Ruo Qingyan suddenly remembered that there was Senior Yaohua next to her!

She quickly reached out and pushed the wind chime, blushing as she took a step back, but their hands were still clasped together.

Yaohua raised his sword and looked at the Yaohua Sword in his hand:

"Use the last sword strike I taught you, give me the final blow, and this Yaohua sword will be yours."

Fengling and Ruo Qingyan exchanged a glance, and then they both gripped their swords.

Just like when I first experienced Blade & Soul, our ten fingers intertwined.

Then, their spiritual energy simultaneously gathered in their hands, and their spiritual energy intertwined with each other, just like their hands.

They each began to practice the half of the sword technique they had learned.

Buzz—

A sacred energy rippled out, swords rang out, and it was as if a divine dragon that had existed in China for thousands of years had slowly opened its eyes.

Upon hearing the sword's cry, Yaohua smiled with satisfaction.

He also raised his sword, and the sword rang out with a similarly resounding sound, but the dragon's roar from his Yaohua sword echoed throughout the entire tomb!

Loud and clear! High-pitched!

In an instant, it overwhelmed the swords in the hands of Feng Ling and Ruo Qingyan.

It was as if it was announcing to the world that it was the only true dragon in China!

In the vast desert, the members of the three main families sensed this energy and all looked in shock into the depths of the desert.

Faced with that powerful aura, Feng Ling and Ruo Qingyan showed no fear or timidity.

Divine Dragon Radiance Sword Technique, First Form:

[The Dragon Soars Across China!]

The three of them shouted angrily at the same time!

Feng Ling and Ruo Qingyan both gripped their swords and swung them out!

Swish—

The energy swept across the entire desert.

Everyone saw a giant dragon soaring into the sky from the depths of the desert.

Everyone stared wide-eyed...

People say that a divine dragon guards the East, bringing peace to China after a thousand years of darkness.

But who had ever seen it before? Today, they have seen it!

This is Yaohua, the final legacy...

After the dragon's roar, everything returned to calm.

Yaohua dropped the sword from his hand to the ground, a satisfied smile on his face.

There was no sadness in his eyes.

He didn't swing his sword; instead, he lowered it when Ruo Qingyan and Feng Ling swung their swords.

He allowed that dragon-like sword to pierce through his body.

Whether it's swordsmanship or the Yaohua Sword, it's only for slaying villains.

Fengling and Ruo Qingyan are not, he is...

The bride died from this sword, so he also wanted to die from this sword...

This was his last wish.

"Thank you for...making it possible..."

Fengling and Ruo Qingyan watched Yaohua gradually disappear, their emotions hard to describe.

"This tomb is closed now, but that red veil is from another world of the demon race. You can get out through that other world. Wind Chime, you can control it... I'll give it to you."

His voice was still old, but much weaker.

"Do you... want to know how to break through to the ninth rank? I've just figured it out..."

Yaohua smiled and looked at Fengling and Ruo Qingyan with a look that was no longer sad, but very kind.

Before the wind chimes could speak, Ruo Qingyan said softly:

"Thank you, Senior Yaohua, but our paths diverge..."

Indeed, as she said, we have different views, so listening to her is useless.

But after thinking for a moment, Fengling still said:

"It's free! Are you sure you don't want to listen?"

Yaohua suddenly burst into laughter:

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"Kid, you should learn more from your wife!"

Yaohua was just a figure of speech.

Back then, after fifty years on the border of China and four hundred years in the ruins of the tomb, he still failed to reach the realm of a spiritual master.

But unexpectedly, he had an epiphany before he died.

While feeling a mix of emotions of helplessness and joy, I also want to share this happiness.

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