Without turning back, he carried the wind chimes and walked deeper into the desert.
The others were left standing there.
"As expected, the Yaohua Sword ultimately fell into the hands of the Holy Maiden and Junior Brother! Haha!"
"Report this to the family immediately!"
Everyone in the Ruo family immediately went wild.
Ruo Guancheng and Yin Kongmen then approached the corpses. The two exchanged a glance, their expressions both somewhat solemn.
What exactly happened just now?
Has the demon race invaded this place?
Why did the cemetery suddenly close?
Why did Fengling fall into a coma? Why did Ruo Qingyan cry?
And what about Wuhe? Where did he go?
They had many guesses in their minds, and some of them they dared not even admit.
She could only look up into the distance, her expression solemn as she left.
Ruo Qingyan ran towards the depths of the desert, clutching the wind chimes.
She ran aimlessly, not knowing where she was going; she was just running away and procrastinating.
As I ran...
Bang--
She crashed into something with a scream and fell backward.
The wind chimes in her arms also fell to the ground.
"Wind chimes!"
Ruo Qingyan immediately got up from the ground, crawled to his side, and looked at him unconscious with tears in her eyes.
She took him and fled to the ends of the earth!
We can't go any further.
Why is the world so small?
She looked at the barrier in front of her in despair.
At that moment, a red veil appeared before them, from which a ball of blue light floated out.
Even if he is a demon, you don't intend to kill him?
Ruo Qingyan stared blankly at Yaohua, then shook her head:
"He's not..."
"He is."
"He isn't!"
She argued back loudly, tears streaming down her face, like a child.
People often use a louder voice than the other person to cover up their lies, mask their anger, and thus conceal their true inner fear.
Yaohua looked at Ruo Qingyan and shook his head.
Clang—
A dragon's roar!
That was the dragon's roar that resounded across the borders of China four hundred years ago!
It was the bugle call of attack that resounded across the border, shrouded in the darkness of despair.
That dazzling light was once a beacon illuminating the path of countless lives in the darkness.
An aura of majesty emanated from it.
It is only a little over a meter long and 30 centimeters wide. The blade is wrapped with dragon patterns, and the hilt is covered with what looks like dragon scales, densely packed and shimmering with a blue light.
Like an ancient Eastern dragon resting with its eyes closed.
When it opens its eyes, it will dispel the fog of darkness and banish all confusion in the world.
"If you won't kill him, I'll kill him for you..."
Yaohua spoke in a deep, aged voice.
Clang—
A sword also appeared in Ruo Qingyan's hand.
She lowered her head and slowly stood up.
She looked up at Yaohua, her beautiful eyes peeking out from beneath her flowing hair.
Tears welled in her eyes, which were red and swollen, yet she remained cold and indifferent.
Standing in front of the wind chimes, he said nothing, but his attitude was already clear.
Even if you have achieved unparalleled merit and protected China for decades.
But they also have no right to take away the person I want to protect.
She had made up her mind that no one, including the Feng family, could take him away from her!
Suddenly, Yaohua looked at Ruo Qingyan and smiled.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
But that laughter was so tragic!
"Come and fight! Let me see the awakening of a human genius four hundred years from now!"
So he raised the Yaohua sword, which he hadn't raised for four hundred years.
He instantly appeared in front of Ruo Qingyan.
The sword was swung out, flashing with a light that seemed capable of transcending everything, yet it exuded an aura of annihilation!
The sword in Ruo Qingyan's hand is the [Wind Chime] sword that has never killed anyone, including He Yao.
Ping Pong —
The two swords clashed, and the sword in Ruo Qingyan's hand trembled and rang out like a clear wind chime.
The energy exploded, instantly waking the wind chimes on the ground!
He suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and saw Ruo Qingyan standing in front of him, holding Yao Hua's sword.
They were constantly forced to retreat by Yaohua.
He suddenly remembered something, and his heart skipped a beat. He looked down and found that he was still in human form!
What's going on?
What exactly did Yaohua do?
Why is there a spiritual force within my body suppressing that demonic energy?
That spiritual energy... it's Ruo Qingyan's aura!
? ? ?
Fengling didn't have time to think about what was going on.
All he knew was that Ruo Qingyan was in danger!
Clang—
Another sword rang out, and the [Cloud Soar] sword, given to him by Ruo Qingyan, appeared in his hand.
He flashed in front of the two and swung his sword at Yaohua.
What do you want to do?!
He unleashed his full power, employing the sword technique he had learned in the illusion, a technique belonging to Yaohua.
Although it is not the Divine Dragon Radiance Sword Technique, it is still the strongest sword technique that Feng Ling has learned!
Yaohua turned his sword.
Ping Pong —
He blocked both men's swords at the same time, but he did not retreat an inch.
!
Ruo Qingyan's heart skipped a beat the moment she saw the wind chimes.
He woke up...
Fengling turned to look at Liao Ruoqingyan and saw that her eyes were red, her face was still wet with tears, and her nose was red. Her pitiful appearance made Fengling's anger explode.
What exactly did you do to her?!
All the power erupted, pressing Yaohua's sword forward relentlessly.
He single-handedly forced Yaohua to retreat, after all, he was now just a remnant soul.
Ruo Qingyan stood there with a pained expression.
Yaohua retreated, watching Fengling closing in, and smiled with satisfaction:
"Well learned... I never imagined that my swordsmanship would be defeated by a..."
Before he could finish speaking, a hint of sadness flashed in Yaohua's eyes.
He swung his sword, a simple one.
Swish—
With a single sword strike, he cleaved the wind chime, sending it staggering back several steps.
Instead of continuing the pursuit, Feng Ling flashed to Ruo Qingyan's side.
I instinctively reached out and took her hand:
"What's wrong? What did he do to you?"
That gentle tone caused Ruo Qingyan's tear ducts to burst forth instantly.
A forced smile appeared on her face as she gently tightened her grip on the wind chime's hand.
"Please don't let go of me, okay?"
Feng Ling was taken aback upon hearing this. She grabbed her hand with one hand and withdrew the sword from the other world with the other.
Holding that sword, I cannot help her shed tears.
He gently brushed his hand across her tear-filled eyes and said softly:
"good..."
Ruo Qingyan's eyes trembled continuously as she choked out:
"May I listen to it one last time?"
Fengling reached out and wiped away her tears again, feeling a pang of sympathy.
"You...already knew?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she shook her head, sobbing, and lowered her head...
I don't want to know anything.
I just want to hear you say it again: you like me.
Feeling wronged and in pain, he pleaded:
"I want to hear it again..."
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