Although Xue Feixian won that battle, he was heartbroken from then on.

Because Luo Hongyi blocked the fatal blow for him.

From then on, he lived and died in red clothes.

Yin and Yang are separated, and we will never see each other again in this life.

On that day, there was a storm, a generation of courtesans passed away, and a generation of sword emperors fell into ruin.

Twenty years.

Xue Feixian could not forget his hatred, and even achieved a breakthrough in strength and became the Sword Emperor.

He traveled to southern Xinjiang several times.

There is only one purpose, to destroy the witch sect and avenge Luo Hongyi.

But the witch sect is so huge, it is a holy place.

Not only are there saints in charge, but there are also many ancestors in the powerful realm.

How could it be destroyed by him alone?

Twenty years.

He took strong alcohol and loneliness as his companions, and lived in a state of intoxication.

Only the obsession with revenge remains forever in my heart.

This time, he went to southern Xinjiang again. After destroying several branches of the witch sect, he finally met the ancestor of the southern witchcraft.

Although he escaped quickly, he was still poisoned by the ghost.

If Xiao Changfeng hadn't taken action, I'm afraid he would have fallen into hell.

In Qinglong Mountain, hearing Xue Feixian recount the past, Lin Ruoyu's beautiful eyes filled with tears, and she was moved beyond measure.

Lu Wenjie felt deep in his heart, as if he had some insights.

What a poignant love story.

Love is like poisonous wine, it is sweet when it enters the throat, ecstasies the soul and erodes the bones, and when the poison takes effect, it tears the heart and lungs.

But at this time, Xiao Changfeng's eyes were clear.

He raised his head slightly, stared into Xue Feixian's eyes, and spoke slowly.
Chapter completed!