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Zhang Huailan reserved 40% of her own spiritual power to protect Yin Heng, to ensure the end of the song. Xie Zhuoyun's restriction had not been removed, and Yin Heng put the "Angry Willow" to his lips, and the music score emerged in his mind.
A melodious flute sound was heard. As soon as the sound was uttered, Xie Zhuoyun suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him. His expression was already tired. It was obvious that no matter how strong he was, he could not withstand the heavy damage for a long time.
The song "Shen Yun" originally suppressed "Jiehun", and the beauty of Zhang Huailan's changes is that it not only retained the essence of the original song, but also made it more lethal.
The flute's melodious rhythm suddenly shifted, its tempo accelerating. The barrier was shaken by an invisible force. A surge of spiritual energy surged out, pressing down upon it. Cracks appeared in the barrier, and it collapsed.
Xie Zhuoyun was forcibly interrupted, and at this moment, he suffered a certain backlash, and blood gushed out of his throat.
"Ah——" Xie Zhuoyun covered his chest and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were crazy and sinister!
He really wanted to kill.
Xie Zhuoyun took off a string and wrapped it around his fingertips a few times, intentionally or unintentionally. "Yin Heng, I will cut off your tongue and give it to Xiao Yuan."
Then, the strings suddenly grew infinitely as if possessed of life, reaching towards Yin Heng with lightning speed. He subconsciously used "Resentful Willow" to block it, but unexpectedly, the strings completely wrapped around the flute, constantly tightening, and actually broke it directly.
He had no time to react, only to painstakingly repair the remains of Yuan Liu, then drew his sword and plucked the strings. From nowhere, another string suddenly appeared, passing under Yin Heng's feet and knocking him to the ground. The two strings, one on each side, seemed eager to tear him in half.
The pain in his back was so excruciating that he couldn't move.
Yin Heng's body flew into the air and was pulled up from his original position, avoiding the strangulation of the strings. He turned around suddenly and saw Xiao Yuan's slightly angry eyes.
After pulling away for a distance, Yin Heng asked, "Why are you here?!"
Xiao Yuan snorted coldly and angrily said to him, "If I don't come, are you going to die here?"
He knew he was wrong and was speechless for a moment.
However, Xie Zhuoyun had no intention of letting him go. Just as he was about to strike again, a figure in red flashed past him, silently appearing in front of him. A sword strike, like a dragon, entwined itself around the silver strings of a zither. The surging fire energy burned through his fingertips, causing more fear than pain.
——This person is Shen Ciyun!
Shen Ciyun stood in front of him, her sword folded into a beautiful flower, her clothes fluttering. She looked like a fairy, untainted by dust, just as she had been when they first met.
Only the expression was disconnected from the memory. The delicate eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, yet mixed with suppressed hatred.
Xie Zhuoyun wiped away the gloom on his face and asked her softly, just like every time before, "Ciyun, why are you here? Go back, okay?"
"Do you want to lock me up forever?"
The answer is no.
Xie Zhuoyun knew clearly in his heart that as long as she wanted to leave, he would definitely not be able to stop her.
So he answered the question irrelevantly: "You are here to kill me."
"Because you deserve to die." Without further ado, Shen Ciyun swung her sword at him. Xie Zhuoyun was completely defensive, the blades clashing and grinding, making a teeth-grinding sound. Shen Ciyun had originally been no match for him, but now her spiritual veins were fully activated, and she was determined to fight to the death. Xie Youyun had just suffered another severe blow, barely maintaining a draw.
Yin and Xiao watched the situation from the sidelines. Although their relationship was unclear, their conversation seemed to indicate a deep-seated feud. However, Xie Zhuoyun's defensive tactics, fearing any harm to her, revealed a subtle and ambiguous relationship.
Shen Ciyun poured all her spiritual energy into her sword, each attack draining it. She could feel her speed slowing down at a noticeable rate, as if her blood was about to burn out.
Xie Zhuoyun observed her condition while receiving her moves. Realizing that something was wrong with her, he scolded her, "Chen Ciyun, stop it quickly! Your body can't take it. You're going to die!"
She gritted her teeth and persisted, as if she had made some kind of resolution. "If you don't die, my life is useless."
Until the corners of her mouth began to bleed uncontrollably and she fell into disgrace. It seemed that she could hear a soft sigh, which sounded like helplessness and sadness.
When Shen Ciyun was about to empty his entire body, he suddenly found a flaw and ruthlessly cut his tendons. Then, when the long sword fell to the ground, he mobilized the remaining spiritual power and hit the man's chest, shattering his spiritual pill.
His body instantly weakened, but he still staggered forward a few steps and threw himself on Shen Ciyun's shoulders and hugged her.
As if by some strange coincidence, Shen Ciyun did not push him away.
——Because I knew he couldn’t survive, he was at the end of his strength.
Suddenly, a purse stained with Xie Zhuoyun's blood was stuffed into Shen Ciyun's hand. The man leaned close to her ear, his lips parted.
The world was noisy, but she could hear it clearly.
He said, "I will do whatever you want me to do, even if you want me to die." Shen Ciyun felt the person in her arms gradually getting colder, and she opened the person's blood-stained purse.
——Inside it were two strands of hair, tied together.
She remembered that it was removed when Xie Zhuoyun forced her to marry him. The flaw was not accidental, but intentional, because of the deep-rooted love, because of the cluster of starlight that was woven into the obliterated human nature.
Breaking away from the chaos, the farce ends, the trees sprout new buds, and the spring breeze blows into my arms.
This is March, the spring month on earth, when all things are reborn.
It is also the annihilation of that person.
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