C379 Qing Yi's Death(1)

Dongfang Xuan was stunned. For a moment, his mind went blank. Only his eyes were like the waves of autumn water rippling in his heart. There was no longer the estrangement and indifference of the past. There were more emotions that he could not describe.

Agony and... sadness!

Before he could figure out where this sadness came from, Beiming Yu's attack had already arrived once again.

Wherever the blade went, it carried a powerful pressure of a king. He barely managed to block it, but his chest suddenly felt a suffocating pain. A mouthful of dark red blood was spat out.

Even so, he used even more strength to hold Su Qingyi's wrist, as if he had used up all of his strength.

Beiming Yu attacked again, but this time, a sword as thin as a cicada's wing blocked the killing intent with an imposing manner that looked down on the world.

When the two parties' inner energy collided, it immediately made the surrounding people feel an oppressive force that could destroy the heaven and earth.

Beiming Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. His pupils were deep and dark, and his gaze was as sharp as a sword.

If one were to say that Dongfang Jin, who was dressed in white, had peerless beauty, then he, who was wearing black armor, was born with the demeanor of a king. He was like a peerless blade that had just been unsheathed. With just a glance, he could make people feel subservient from the bottom of their hearts.

"Dongfang Jin!" Every word was uttered with endless coldness and coldness.

As soon as his voice faded, the Long Xuan Sword in his hand spun, and the sword bloomed continuously. An overwhelming attack was launched towards Dongfang Jin.

When Dongfang Jin saw this, his fair and slender fingers cut across the sharp blade of the sword. A drop of dark red blood was absorbed by the sword. The originally ordinary sword suddenly flashed with a cold light, and the bloodthirsty aura on the sword immediately emerged.

It was a god slaying technique!

This was a peerless sword left behind from the ancient times, but it was said that this sword was the sacred artifact of the Devil World. It was stained with too much blood energy. Any ordinary person who came close to it would feel a bloodthirsty killing intent. Later on, the people of the God World sealed it up, and the world only heard of it. However, they had never seen it before.

They only knew that once a god was killed, all deities and ghosts would be destroyed!

He never expected Dongfang Jin's sword to be a god!

Both of them were peerless geniuses in the Shenghe Mainland, and their martial arts cultivation was similar. Long Xuan and the God-Slaying Sword were both ancient famous swords. When they clashed, it would be a battle between kings.

The sword light flashed and the black shadow dazzled everyone. The battle between the two sides was going on like a raging fire, and Dongfang Xuan was seriously injured. But he still struggled to hold Su Qingyi while blocking. He anxiously shouted to Su Qingyi, "Third Brother is here. His medical skills are brilliant. He will definitely be able to cure you. Don't sleep, do you hear me? "

But Su Qingyi's breathing was already weak at this time. Her consciousness was blurry and she could only vaguely hear the voice that made her dream. It was filled with worry and anxiety.

That was the voice that she had longed for a long time. It was just that she was really in pain. It was so painful that her internal organs shifted.

In just an instant, Dongfang Jin and Beiming Yu landed on their horses separately.

Both of them looked fine, but their faces were pale.

Dongfang Jin elegantly said to Beiming Yu, "It's a foregone conclusion. This battle can be considered a draw, and it can also be considered a truce between the two of us."

Beiming Yu was tricked by him. He lost Lyi Beichen and broke thirty thousand soldiers. However, he also did not know that Beiming Yu was carrying the Book of Luoyue. He had seriously injured Su Qingyi and Lyi Beichen and broke fifty thousand soldiers of his.

Therefore, this battle was a draw to them!

When Beiming Yu heard this, a trace of pain flashed in his cold eyes. Then he took a deep look at Dongfang Jin. His eyes were complicated. Only the two of them could understand what he meant.

In the end, Beiming Yu did not say anything. He turned around and retreated.

The warriors of Holy Snow Country had been fighting for four days. If they continued to fight like this, they would only suffer more losses. Besides, he didn't believe that Lyi Beichen was already dead.

Even if it was Dongfang Jin, he wouldn't kill Lyi Beichen for her sake.

It was true that he was a decisive king, but he was the same as him. First, he fell in love with someone, then he became the ruler of the world.

However, even if Lyi Beichen didn't die, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to go to the battlefield in the future.

On the other side, after Beiming Yu withdrew his troops. Dongfang Xuan forced himself to carry Su Qingyi over. His eyes were scarlet red, and he shouted anxiously, "Save her, save her!"

Dongfang Jin immediately took out the medicinal pill in his arms and fed it to her before taking her pulse. After consuming the pill, Su Qingyi clearly woke up a little. She weakly woke up, but her eyes were unfocused. One look and one could tell that she was about to die.

How could Dongfang Xuan not see it? His eyes were filled with panic and anxiety as he looked at Dongfang Jin. "How is it? Hurry up and save her!"

Dongfang Jin's pale lips were tightly pursed. His usually aloof and indifferent eyes also showed some pain. His throat was hoarse and there was a bit of sourness in it.

"His five viscera have been destroyed. His meridians have been completely severed."

The short eight words struck Dongfang Xuan's body like a clap of thunder. He was covered by a huge fear and suffocation pain. He repeated, "His five viscera are destroyed, his tendons are all broken!"

Then, as if he suddenly understood the meaning of these eight words, his face turned ferocious. With an extremely angry and a trace of disbelief, he questioned in a stern voice, "Didn't you say that your medical skills are the best in the world? Why can't you even save her? She is your friend, you save her... No matter what price I have to pay, I only want her to live!"

After a pause, Dongfang Xuan's face softened. His eyes were pleading, "Third Brother, I will not seek revenge from you anymore. As long as you save her, I believe what you say. Really, I beg you, save her! "

Dongfang Xuan did not know why he insisted on letting Su Qingyi live. If she died, no one would bother him anymore. He should be happy.

However, when he thought about how no one cared about his life and emotions anymore, chasing him and weakly shouting "Prince Ann," he could not describe the suppression and panic in his heart.

It was as if there was something important in his life that had been lost, and from then on, he was no longer complete.

He lowered his head and looked at the weak girl in his arms, his eyes blurry. He muttered, "Su Qingyi, don't die. Didn't you want to be my wife? I will marry you. As long as you are well, I will ask Royal Father to give the decree. Will you grant me a marriage?"

Su Qingyi's weak eyelashes drooped slightly, like a butterfly that had its wings broken and was about to lose its life.

She forced open her eyes and tried to raise a smile. "Your Highness, I... I finally... finally... heard you call me... by my name. It was as if... as she had imagined... it sounded nice. I... everything I've done in my life, I... I don't regret... I regret it. 'You don't... don't blame yourself.' I'm... very happy, you have to be fine... Forget... forget about me."

After saying that, he stopped breathing. Looking at Su Qingyi who had lost her life in his arms, Dongfang Xuan suddenly felt that his world was silent. Not even light could penetrate in.