Chu Chun'er's facial expression was a little distorted because of the pain, her hands were clenched, and in her abdominal cavity, blood was 'gurgling', and her mouth made a heart-wrenching whimper.
Beichen Feng's sword directly stabbed Chu Chun'er's heart, inserting it through, if it weren't for Chu Chun'er's extraordinary cultivation, I am afraid that he would have died long ago at this moment.
Wen Qingye's eyes looked at Chu Chun'er tightly, and his true qi continued to converge towards the meridians.
A warm current passed through Chu Chun'er's hundred veins, flowing slowly, but it still couldn't stop Chu Chun'er's fading vitality.
Chu Chun'er's eyes were confused, and she said weakly: "I'm afraid I can't do it."
After Wen Qingye heard this, his brows furrowed, his vitality had been cut off, and he was afraid that he really had no way to return to the sky.
Suddenly, Wen Qingye looked at the blood in Chu Chun'er's abdomen and said, "Wait, you blood?"
” Where his eyes converged, the red blood turned into a streamer in the air, although it was only a flash and fleeting, but it was still seen by Wen Qingye.
"I can feel my life cut off" Chu Chun'er's face was pale, she was not as smart and playful as before, and at this moment her body was suffering from the severe pain, how could it be in her heart.
No one thought that Yan Chang would do such a thing in the end.
"Why?"
There were several blood streaks hanging from the corners of Chu Chun'er's mouth, and there was a drop of crystal clear in the corner of her eyes.
Wen Qingye took a deep breath, and then sighed: "People, it's still very complicated, it's just that it's too late for you to see Yanchang's true face."
Chu Chun'er smiled miserably: "Yes, yes, blame me for having no eyes" The childhood sweetheart of the year, the two had no guesses, and now there is only a sadness and loneliness left.
Wen Qingye constantly had to channel his true qi into Chu Chun'er's body, and in no less than a moment, Chu Chun'er's pale face became ruddy.
Wen Qingye knew that this was just a sign of returning to the light.
Chu Chun'er leaned on Wen Qingye's shoulder, her eyes were distracted, and she muttered: "If Qiu Ruoshui and I hadn't left you in the sea market, the ending might have been different."
Wen Qingye's brows furrowed slightly, if this was not the case at the beginning, he might not have had a chance to leave, and what happened later might not have happened, and he would not have become the holy son of the Fire Sword Sect, then the current situation might be very different.
But who can see through the change in facts?
Chu Chun'er whispered to herself: "Maybe fate has long been doomed."
Wen Qingye looked at the blood-stained person in front of him, his heart was also a little complicated and subtle, and then he said softly: "I don't believe in fate, I think fate can be changed" Chu Chun'er raised her head and looked at Wen Qingye's side face, feeling that the person in front of her was both strange and familiar, very close to herself, but also very far away.
There was some sadness in her heart, if she could do it all over again, she would never make the same decision again.
Suddenly, she felt as if darkness was engulfing her.
"If, I say if" Chu Chun'er opened her eyes slightly and looked at Wen Qingye, hesitated for a moment, changed her voice, and said softly: "It is better to die in your arms in the end than to die on the cold ground."
Wen Qingye could feel Chu Chun'er suddenly grasping his hand, and his strength also increased, and then he let go.
Chu Chun'er is dead!
Wen Qingye sighed deeply, and gently stretched out his hand to close Chu Chun'er's eyes.
Fate is impermanent, and life and death are also impermanent.
Wen Qingye looked at Chu Chun'er's corpse, and also felt a little depressed, and then said in a low voice: "Beichen Feng, I won't let go of Yanchang and the others, you can go with confidence."
Just when Wen Qingye was about to collect Chu Chun'er's corpse, a figure hurriedly ran into the temple.
Chu Fan's face changed when he saw it, and then his eyes were blood-red, and he roared hoarsely: "Wu Qiren, you dare to kill my sister!"
” Wen Qingye looked at it, shook his head and said, "I didn't kill her, you take a closer look at the injuries on her body."
Chu Fan walked in front of Chu Chun'er, looked at the marks on Chu Chun'er's heart, looked at Wen Qingye and said, "This is clearly the injury of the Heavenly Demon Soul Chasing Sword, do you really think I am an idiot?"
” Wen Qingye said calmly: "In addition to me, there is also Beichen Feng who will also use this swordsmanship."
"You're going to die!"
Chu Fan was furious at the moment, he had lost his mind, and slapped his palm towards Wen Qingye, Wen Qingye saw it, and hurriedly flashed to the side.
Rumble!
Chu Fan slapped his palm into the air, but his footwork was extremely fast, like a swimming dragon, and he slapped towards Wen Qingye's chest again.
Wen Qingye frowned, and he also punched him at the moment.
Bang!
A palm and a fist collided violently, and the terrifying tide of true qi burst out towards the surroundings.
Wen Qingye stepped back again and again, looked at the furious Chu Fan, and said, "I think you need to calm down now, I am not a murderer, the real murderers are Yan Chang and Beichen Feng."
"Yanchang?
Beichen wind?
” When Chu Fan heard Wen Qingye's words, he laughed angrily, "Wu Qiren, you really know how to beat up, you may not know the relationship between Yanchang and my sister, right?"
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” After speaking, Chu Fan was not listening to Wen Qingye's explanation, the true qi in the dantian surged out wildly, and at that moment, Wen Qingye actually felt a trace of terrifying coercion.
"Eight Phase Divine Fist!"
Chu Fan blasted towards Wen Qingye with a punch, and the surging true qi rolled in from all directions.
Wen Qingye was helpless, his body fell vertically, and he fell on top of the head of one of the three Buddha statues, only to avoid Chu Fan's angry blow.
"I'm going to kill you today!"
Chu Fan's eyes were blood-red, staring at Wen Qingye deadly, his right fist once again condensed the surging true qi, and blasted towards Wen Qingye.
Bang!
The punch hit the Buddha statue directly on the head, making a violent impact sound, deafening, and spreading to the surroundings.
Chu Fan only felt that his arm was shaken and hurt, and his body flew upside down a few steps.
If you look closely, the Buddha statue is still unmoving, leaving no traces.
Chu Fan looked at Chu Chun'er's corpse, as if he had thought of something, his eyes revealed a trace of essence, and then he snorted coldly: "Wu Qiren, this time I will let you go first, and the next time I see you, it will be the time of your fate."
After Chu Fan finished speaking, he sucked in his palm, hugged Chu Chun'er's body, and went directly to the foot of the mountain.
Wen Qingye looked at Chu Fan's disappearing back and shook his head, where there are people, there will be fights, and where there are fights, there will be grievances.
This time, I basically didn't make a move, but the troubles were one after another.
First of all, Zhang Haotian brought Entu Bao and wanted to help him himself, and then Beichen Feng changed his position and got the treasure from Zhang Haotian, and then Yan Chang escaped with the help of Chu Chun'er, then Beichen Feng not only killed Chu Chun'er, but also killed himself.