Chapter 4745 Endless Heartache
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"Sir!" Meng Zheng knelt down on one knee with a long knife in hand, blood flowing from his clenched lips.
Seeing the situation in front of him, he also understood that in today's battle, I am afraid that Huangfu Qing will never escape, but Ling Chuxi insists that he will not leave, and he will definitely fall into the endless void.
"Let's go!" Ling Chuxi glanced back at Meng Zheng and Wei Wuming, and shouted in a clear voice that was irrefutable.
Then, he turned his head and glanced at Huangfu Qingjue with a faint smile, then held the Luochen sword and stared coldly at the Xuexiu.
Looking at Ling Chuxi's resolute and resolute back, Wei Wuming also bit his lip, and the crystal light in his eyes flashed.
Scenes of the dusty past reappeared in front of us, fire, blood, sword lights, sword shadows, screams, grief... Wei Wuming's childish face was extremely distorted because of pain, endless sadness, endless pain, Endless hatred, endless murderous intent gradually surfaced...
"Let's go, do you think they can get away? Dare to fight against me, you will all die, hahahaha!" The black long arrow in his hand was placed on the bowstring again.
Meng Zheng's vision has long been blurred by tears, and his face is a bit sad and a bit desperate.
For the first time in his life, Meng Zheng felt such despair. Even if he had died for the sake of body training, he had never had such despair. Even if he lost his arm at the hands of Ling Chuxi, he was regarded as a cripple and deprived of the young master. He has never experienced such despair. But at this time, seeing Ling Chuxi's absolute back, for the first time in his life, Meng Zheng's heart was ashes, and there was endless heartache.
"Kill, kill, kill!" Wei Wuming's hysterical roar suddenly sounded amid the unbridled laughter of Xue Xue.
One after another, the jumbled but murderous sword beams slashed towards the sword formations of the four masters of the Venerable Realm.
The icy silver light and the fierce golden light shone at the same time, like rippling water. Under the tremendous shock force, Wei Wuming spat out blood as if he was hit hard by a giant hammer in the chest.
But his legs seemed to be nailed in place, and he didn't take a step back.
"Death, die for me, die, die!" Wei Wuming roared again and again, blood dripping from his mouth, nose, and ears, and his eyes were filled with tears.
"Xiaochen, let's go, let's go!" In his ears, he seemed to remember the anxious and sad voice in the nightmare, and in front of him, he seemed to see the eyes full of reluctance and love again. Wei Wuming's expression was so painful.
Seeing that painful expression, even Ling Chuxi felt an unbearable pain in her heart.
Meng Zheng wiped his eyes and stared blankly at Wei Wuming, with a rare deep sympathy in his eyes. Yes, he didn't know what Wei Wuming had experienced, but the weakness hidden deep in his heart was still deeply touched.
Xueli was also stunned, such a heart-wrenching sadness made him feel a trace of inexplicable sadness. No one is born to be evil, and he has had relatives, friends, and the first beautiful figure in his life to be moved. Although after many years, he thought that many people and many things had disappeared from his mind, but at this moment, he once again felt the pain of losing a loved one, and the despair when he saw the corpse of his beloved woman.
And that crazy killing intent, and the power of Heaven's Dao that continued to rise despite Wei Wuming's serious injury, made him even more palpitated.
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