Even those self-righteous and high-minded immortals were deeply shocked by such a magnificent scene. Jiang Feng seized this perfect opportunity and instantly broke free from the immortal tower's restraints. With lightning speed, he raised his sword and pounced on Qiu Tianchi.
At this moment, Qiu Tianchi no longer possessed the dignity expected of a celestial being. His skin was cracked all over, revealing gruesome wounds. Blood gushed from these wounds, making him look incredibly miserable. Witnessing Jiang Feng's fierce attack, he had no time to consider a response. He subconsciously placed the massive immortal tower in front of him, attempting to block Jiang Feng's fierce attack. At the same time, the divine sword in his hand once again unleashed its immense power. A flash of cold light shone, and countless blade beams fell like cascading snowflakes.
Jiang Feng had no way to avoid the blow. With a scream, his left arm was instantly severed by the sharp blade. However, Qiu Tianchi's attacks didn't stop there. He launched another powerful kick, striking Jiang Feng hard. The kick was so powerful that Jiang Feng flew backward like a kite with its string cut, landing heavily on the ground. With a dull thud, Jiang Feng's bones shattered almost simultaneously. Indescribable pain instantly ripped through his limbs, leaving him nearly unconscious from the agony.
At this moment, a knife shadow slashed towards Jiang Feng quickly. Everyone in Qingyun Sect was shocked. Jiang Feng was so weak at this time that he could definitely not avoid this attack!
At this crucial, life-or-death moment, a figure as swift as lightning suddenly appeared before Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng struggled to raise his heavy head and gazed directly at the figure so familiar. Suddenly, an uncontrollable wave of fear and despair surged through his heart, causing his entire body to tremble violently and a heartbreaking roar erupted from his throat: "No..."
However, it was too late. The unparalleled blade pierced Murong Ziyan's delicate body with lightning speed, even the fragile Nascent Soul within her body was not spared, and was reduced to ashes by this shocking blow. And the divine sword, emitting endless murderous intent and a cold light, came to an abrupt halt before Jiang Feng, as if frozen by an invisible force.
Murong Ziyan's beautiful eyes widened, her hands tightly gripping the divine sword that had pierced her body. She used her last ounce of strength to try to stem the flow of blood, but it was all in vain. Her once vibrant vitality was now evaporating at an alarming rate, like a flood that had burst a dam, never to return. Finally, she could no longer support her shaky body and collapsed to the ground.
Seeing this, Jiang Feng's heart ached. He took a big step forward and desperately hugged Murong Ziyan's fragile body tightly in his arms. He felt her gradually cooling body temperature, looked at her face that was once as beautiful as a flower but now as pale as paper, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Murong Ziyan endured the excruciating pain, gazing with deep affection at the man she loved so deeply. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she were about to say something, but each word seemed labored. Finally, she mustered all her strength and slowly raised a hand to Jiang Feng's face, gently caressing his features, which were twisted with grief.
"Don't be sad... my man... the road ahead... you will have to walk alone... I know... you must be hiding a shocking secret in your heart... protecting it... must have made you endure too much pain... but no matter what... please believe... we will always stand behind you and support you... even if the road ahead is full of thorns... even if the enemy is so powerful that it is suffocating... as long as you still have faith in your heart... you will be able to overcome all difficulties... and reach the final destination..." After saying this, Murong Ziyan's arms fell down weakly, and her eyes slowly closed, completely losing her life.
Jiang Feng's heart ached, his lips trembling with grief as he struggled to respond, "It's all my fault. I was too impatient... I'm so sorry, Zi Yan! We haven't gotten married yet, and I haven't taken you to meet my parents. You must hold on. Believe me, I'll definitely find a way to save you..." However, before Jiang Feng could finish his words, Murong Zi Yan's slender fingers gently touched his lips. Using her last bit of strength, she whispered tenderly, "My husband is a rare genius. One day, he will stand at the top of this world... And I am willing to transform into a beautiful butterfly... forever... forever... silently accompanying him..."
The moment Murong Ziyan finished speaking, her raised hand seemed to lose all strength and slowly dropped. Jiang Feng stood there, stunned as if struck by lightning, staring blankly at the woman he loved so deeply, his heart filled with confusion and helplessness. At this moment, he couldn't help but doubt whether this reckless fight against fate was the right choice!
Qiu Tianchi, watching from the side, let out a ferocious, smug grin and roared, "So, feeling hopeless now? Hahahaha, don't worry, I'll plunge you into deeper, darker despair!" With that, the immortal tower in his hand suddenly shone brightly, expanding at an astonishing rate, descending towards Jiang Feng like a mountain blocking out the sun. The Qingyun Sect's members, seeing this, were terribly anxious and wanted to rush forward to rescue Jiang Feng, but they were also deeply trapped and unable to help.
Just as the fairy tower was falling, Jiang Feng felt unprecedented despair. His body kept breaking apart and he could die at any time!
"I don't know who dares to touch my son!!!"
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