It was clearly a cold figure, but the whole body exuded a sense of loneliness that could not be described in words, which was stronger than the endless terror.

Ling Mulao narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he looked at the back figure, he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if he had seen this scene in his dream before.

However, the subsequent scene changed suddenly. After all, the peach blossoms were stained with a dazzling red, and Murong Jing'er slowly fell down like petals blown by the wind.

Ling Mulao pursed her lips and collected her thoughts, then turned her head and glanced at Hua Wuxin behind her, indicating that he did not need to intervene this time.

Since everything started because of her, it will end with her.

Hua Wuxin nodded calmly, because he didn't know if he should help her. If he helped her kill Xuanyuan Moye, he would be killing her indirectly.

From then on, the flowers fell and the people died. He could not do such cruelty.

Holding the long sword upside down, Ling Mulao took a few steps forward lightly. In fact, she could choose to use a pistol or poison, but for some reason she chose the long sword.

It seems that there is a soul deep in her soul, and she must use this long sword to understand her grudges. It may be the result of Murong Jing'er also falling under the sword.

With lightning in his body, Ling Mulao flew away.

With a whizzing sound, the sharp sword blade broke through the wind. Several peach blossom petals were cut into several pieces at the tip of the sword, and they were lightly brushed across the cheek.

The dark green man still stood with his back facing away, as if he didn't feel the fierce murderous aura approaching at all, standing motionless with his hands behind his back.

The sword light is cold and the wind is rustling.

Just as the blade was about to reach Xuanyuan Moxie's back, the figure suddenly moved with a ghostly speed. Without even seeing the move clearly, two fingers had already grasped the tip of the sword.

Ling Mulao retracted his arm, and at the same time, his feet turned sideways in the air. The soft sword immediately twisted its shape and broke into two pieces with a "clang" sound.

Unexpectedly, Ling Mulao couldn't turn around in time, but the soft sword in his hand, which was as sharp as iron and was as sharp as clay, was vulnerable to a single blow. He staggered a few steps and bumped into the peach blossom tree.

The flower branches trembled, and the overwhelming peach petals were flying, filling the eyes with an unreal pink color, as if it was just a dream.

Xuanyuan Moye turned around slowly, his silver hair with peach blossoms on his head made his whole face whiter, and his eyes as warm as the sea contained indescribable emotions.

"You're here after all." It was a voice that was obviously cold to the bone, but it made people feel endless pain.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Moxie is more like a girl in a boudoir who is sentimental about spring and sad about autumn. His pupils are filled with the color of peach blossoms, and even more the color of Ling Muchao.

After nearly two years, it was clear that his game could end in victory, and he should have gotten the woman he had been waiting for for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, the success failed. Hua Wuxin led the people from Yunyao Island to attack his demon world. A dark battle almost destroyed the world he created with his own hands.

Although Jiang Hua Wuxin was injured to the extent that he only had half a life left, he was also seriously injured as a result, but he never expected that he would encounter a destined catastrophe seven days later.

The magic thunder struck him, and he was struck from head to toe by nine supreme magic thunders. He used his last bit of strength to defeat him, but in the end he was in a coma for three months.
Chapter completed!