"I'll choose!" When she shouted out in anger, Song Wangchen was already pointing his sword at everyone.

Jiang Yu couldn't help but feel happy and said proudly: "Okay! I'll let it go if I kill them..." Before he finished speaking, he felt the murderous aura around him. Then a fierce sword swept across the board. The sword energy behind him was also radiant, lifting his red hair into a rampant manner. In amazement, he pushed Yu Man away.

However, he suffered a surprise attack from Song Wangchen and Zijian. Two deep bone-sighted wounds were almost tearing his entire chest. Jiang Yu was so painful that his red eyebrows were frowning, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his tightly clenched hands suddenly opened, and the rolling magic flames surrounded him. In the blink of an eye, the bloody wound healed at the speed of light again.

When he raised his eyes, his red eyes were burning with anger. When he threw his clothes hard, he had already spread out the Qiankun painting. His heart fire had already taken off his palm and stood under the Qiankun painting. His only kindness towards Ji Nuan was also furious to the point where Song Wangchen's actions disappeared.

"You are so righteous. Since you have no eyes and have to go against me, then I will burn it now!" When anger roared, the fireworks in your palm had already ignited a corner of Qiankun's painting.

Jiang Yu laughed arrogantly and laughed at himself, saying that he had been showing mercy under his command, but Song Wangchen only wanted to kill him, even if he did the act of abandoning his wife again.

"Stop!" After Song Wangchen roared with compassion, he rushed forward to grab Qiankun painting without hesitation. However, Jiang Yu didn't bother to fight with him at all, and just kept dodging. Seeing Qiankun painting burning, he felt that his heart was burned with the painting, and it hurt so much that it was hard to suppress itself.

When Baimen was besieging him, he could have let Ji Nuan down the world without hesitation. At that time, the so-called letting down the world was just standing against Baimen. At most, he would be infamous and be chased and killed, and would not really hurt the lives of the world.

But now it is different. If he killed hundreds of doors for Ji Nuan's hand, it would not be as simple as being disgraceful to the world and being despised by thousands of people, but it would have caused everyone in the world to fall into dire straits.

Most of the hundreds of sects are people who are greedy for fame and fortune but are afraid of death. Song Wangchen not only knows it, but also hates it very much. But it is precisely because of this group of people that the world has been able to live in peace for thousands of years. If they all die, the demons are rampant and the demons are rampant, how can the people make a living?

The world is no longer and the people are gone, how can we settle down?

Although Song Wangchen's heart was cut, he could not abandon the world for Ji Nuan.

"kill!"

But the crowds around flocked to him at this time, completely ignoring Ji Nuan's life and death. Song Wangchen felt endless chills all over his body, and then inserted Zhu Xie into the ground, and once again used his sword energy to blast everyone.

Flying away.

He raised his eyes and pulled Zhu Xie out fiercely. His figure, as fast as light, rushed to Jiang Yu, and his wrists were rotated back and forth, causing a whirlwind to whistle by. In a moment, the burning flames on Qiankun painting had been destroyed, but when he reached out to grab it, Jiang Yu was surrounded by him again.

"Song Wangchen, I want you to destroy your eyes, otherwise!" Jiang Yu stared at his red eyes as blood, hissing roared with hissing, and the fireworks at his fingertips moved to Qiankun's painting again.

The painting had already been burned a large piece. If it were burned, Ji Nuan would definitely die. Song Wangchen did not hesitate and promoted Zhu Xie to the same level as his eyes.

You can clearly hear the anxious call of Cheng Xiaorou and Zijian and his group, and there are also people in the hundreds of gates saying that he should put the overall situation first for the sake of the people of the world and must not act recklessly.

But he can't even protect the people he loves, so how can he talk about protecting the people of the world? What's the difference between these eyes or not?

Ji Nuan could see everything Song Wangchen did, but she tried it many times but couldn't get out of Qiankun Painting. She could only cry sadly, "Honey, no, no!"

The eyes suddenly turned scarlet, Ji Nuan staggered to the ground, tears on her cheeks kept sliding down, she could not change anything, and Song Wangchen finally ruined his eyes.

When he raised his eyes again, he saw that Song Wangchen had been beaten away by Jiang Yu's palm. Jiang Yu himself vomited blood continuously. The tip of the sword pierced on his chest kept dripping blood, hitting Qiankun painting hard, dyeing her eyes red, and slashing her heart alive. The chills were endlessly striking throughout his body. It suddenly became dark in front of him. Ji Nuan could no longer resist the fatigue of his body and mind, and collapsed to the ground weakly.

Jiang Yu stared at the long sword that was bleeding profusely on his chest. His red pupils were covered in mist. The Qiankun painting in his hand slid down in vain. As the breeze swayed and fell slowly in a pool of water. The painting body gradually was soaked by the accumulated water, and bright blood flowers emerged.

"You kill Ji Nuan!" Yu Man roared and drew out his long sword. His shaved body trembled in the wind. Tears on his cheeks mixed with water droplets and continued to slide down.

In desperation, Jiang Yu pushed her away and fell into the water. She gradually woke up from her confused dream. What she saw with her eyes was that Jiang Yu lit the painting of the universe, destroying the last ray of sunshine in her heart.

She picked up the long sword on the ground in anger. While Song Wangchen destroyed his eyes, she inserted the long sword into Jiang Yu's back. She kept pushing it hard between her palms, penetrated his chest and hurt her own heart.

When the sword in her hand fell to the ground in vain, Yu Man smiled relievedly, laughing so hard that she felt sad and burst into tears. Although she was in her dream, she could still hear the movements around her.

Jing, I know more clearly that Jiang Yu saved her again and again.

It’s a pity! He is the blood demon, the murderer who killed Ji Nuan, the beast that made her life worse than death, and the husband she wants to hate but can never continue to hate.

Jiang Yu turned around, and the wound on his chest was still bloody like a spring. He pinched her shoulder hard and frowned and asked, "Why... why do you all kill me for Ji Nuan, why?" When the last Why was roaring, the scarlet redness kept overflowing. The mist contained in the red pupils finally turned into two blood tears, and the pale cheeks were full of pain and fatigue.

No matter how many swords an outsider cut on him, he could easily heal it, but what Yu Man stabbed was his heart and was slashing his heart.

He won't die, but his heart will hurt, endlessly, so painful that he wished he could reach out and grab his heart, gritting his teeth and tell it: "If you dare to hurt again, I will crush you!"

Yu Man looked at him with tears in her eyes, and the ripples in her heart were pushed away layer by layer again. She could see pain and resentment in his eyes, and could also feel his sadness. But she really couldn't let go of the hatred in her heart, and couldn't convince herself to forgive him for killing Ji Nuan, so she shouted at him: "Because you deserve to die!"

A simple sentence tormented him like thousands of arrows piercing his heart. Jiang Yu pinched her neck hard and lifted her up to the air. His red pupils stared at her tightly, and the force on his wrist continued to increase.

Yu Man's face was pale and tears of pain kept falling, but she did not have the desire to struggle. She had long lost the desire to live. She used to be, just now, and now!

After Song Wangchen was hit by Jiang Yu's extremely powerful palm, he flew over the quilt and took it off. He still closed his eyes tightly. Two dazzling bright reds kept raging on his white cheeks. He also suffered a heavy blow on his chest. A charred palm print was left behind. When his big hand was hanging down, the blood-stained Zhuxiemen in his palm fell to the ground, making a harsh "bang" sound. The urgent call in his ears became lighter and lighter, and the surroundings gradually became silent and deep. He could finally sleep with peace of mind.

"Senior Brother," Cheng Xiaorou had long abandoned the authority of the leader of Muxi, and her eyes were swollen and her voice was hoarse.

Ruqin and Rumu on the side were even more crying. Ji Nuan was gone, and even Song Wangchen was blind. They didn't even know if he could survive?

The Muxi disciples behind him were not much better, and they covered their eyes with their sleeves and deceived themselves to block their sorrows.

Only Zima calmly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, raised his hand and pointed at Ruqin and Rumu and ordered: "You two will take Wangchen to find Uncle Mu, and the rest will be with me except the Blood Demon!"
Chapter completed!