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After Wen Xueqi tossed out her phoenix treasured sword, her figure rapidly moved. In a split-second, she arrived in front of Lin Qing, gently lifting her up.

Looking at the girl in front of her, it was definitely a lie to say that Lin Qing wasn't moved at all. Any man, when facing such an extremely sincere woman, would feel a natural joke in his heart if he wasn't moved in the slightest.

"You're injured." Although Lin Qing had millions of words in her heart, she only said this.

Hearing Lin Qing's words, Wen Xueqi felt a pain in her stomach and couldn't help but grunt in pain.

"Next time don't be like this, I will feel heartache." Lin Qing stroked Wen Xueqi's smooth and long hair as she muttered to herself.

Wen Xueqi's pretty face was leaning on Lin Qing's shoulder, bringing along a trace of serenity.

"In my next life, I will still dance for you." Wen Xueqi's lips whispered, but her body was getting colder and colder.

With a jolt in her heart, Lin Qing involuntarily held Wen Xueqi's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that she would lose it.

"I really want to see myself wearing red makeup. I really want to see the day my head is exposed. I really want to see …" The corner of Wen Xueqi's mouth was softly mumbling, and her eyes were becoming dimmer and dimmer.

The wind blew, and the clouds rose. The setting sun set, and the earth was covered in shadows.

"I love you, Wen Xueqi. In my heart, you have always been my bride," Lin Qing whispered into Wen Xueqi's ear.

Wen Xueqi's originally gloomy eyes also seemed to brighten once again. Her red lips were raised high, as if carrying an inexplicable smile.

It was a silent smile, like sweet, like regretful, like what, no one understood.

The sword pierced his heart and mind. To be able to persist in saving Lin Qing, this was already all due to a single breath in his heart. However, this breath would eventually come to an end, his bright eyes would eventually dim and his arm would silently droop, but he did not show it.

When the supporting force was gone, Lin Qing's legs went soft. He clenched his teeth and forced himself to stand up. He felt Wen Xueqi's body was about to collapse onto the ground, so he quickly took her into his embrace.

The red blood on her finger was so dazzling that Lin Qing could not help but smile sadly as she looked at the wound on Wen Xueqi's abdomen. Only when she had lost it would she know how precious it was. It was probably more than that.

He felt his heart ache, so who was he talking to?

Her jet-black hair covered Wen Xueqi's pretty face as well as her bright eyes. "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu …"

Lin Qing's body trembled. It was unknown whether it was the pain from her wounds or the pain in her heart.

As a silhouette descended, Lin Danzi appeared not far away from Lin Qing. He stared coldly at Lin Qing, the sword in his hand dripping with fresh blood. Presumably, this was the sword that came from Wen Xueqi.

"Helmsman Lin Qing, at this stage, victory is already clear. Why do you need to resist for no reason?" Lin Danzi's eyes were filled with a smile. He looked at Lin Qing quietly, and the meaning in his eyes was clear.

Lin Qing could not help but turn his head, only to see that his own Tiger Gang members had been knocked back step by step. Half of the 36 Tiger Gang members were also dead and injured, and Chen Ang's head had been lifted up high by Wu Yan.

Lin Qing looked up at the sky, but the shadow of the old man still did not appear. At this point, Lin Qing's last sliver of hope seemed to have been shattered.

"If you want to surrender, that's fine. Just take my head." Lin Qing gently placed Wen Xueqi's body down. She held her sword tightly, her eyes cold and merciless as she coldly pointed at Lin Danzi and said.

Lin Danzi felt a chill in his heart, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Lin Qing, your opponent is me." Qu Ming took care of his disordered aura before coldly speaking.

Lin Qing's expression remained the same, as if he did not have the slightest bit of emotion on his face as he silently stared at Qu Ming.

"You're courting death!" Qu Ming coldly said, green smoke curling around his body as he attacked Lin Qing with the sword in his hand.

"Kill!"

Lin Qing gave a loud roar that seemed to contain great determination. She similarly took a step forward and faced Qu Ming's sword attack, and attacked.

With a clang, the two swords clashed in midair, but it was a draw.

The difference in strength was enormous. Even though Lin Qing was not weak, she was still inferior to Qu Ming. Moreover, Qu Ming, who had already mastered the Hundred Ghost Devouring Heart Technique, could not do it even with Lin Qing's full effort.

Yet another strike to the side. Lin Qing was unable to dodge, she was sent flying by Qu Ming's palm and landed on the ground. Blood was flowing out of Lin Qing's mouth. Her legs were like lead and she couldn't even stand properly.

"Hehe …" "It's only a head. Today, I, Qu Ming, will come over to retrieve it." Qu Ming coldly laughed. He stomped his feet on the ground and dashed towards Lin Qing, the sword in his hand chopping down.

At this point, Lin Qing no longer had the strength to resist. As she watched Qu Ming's sword slam down, she felt that there was nothing frightening about it. It was only death.

Just as Lin Qing was about to be slashed down, a hawk's cry echoed out in the sky.

A whizzing gust of wind blew past, landing on Qu Ming's back.

Qu Ming was infuriated as well. He repeatedly interrupted his own attacks, making him feel infuriated.

"You're courting death."

Qu Ming let out a furious roar as he swung the sword in his hand behind him.

With a "clang" sound, a powerful force followed and Qu Ming was sent flying back. Just as his head was about to land on the ground, Qu Ming twisted his body in midair and landed squarely on the ground. Qu Ming staggered back a few steps before he managed to stabilize himself.

Looking behind him, Qu Ming couldn't help but be startled. It turned out that he had been fanned by a giant eagle.

The eagle's wings were spread out like the hood of a carriage, and its feathers were jet-black. A long red feather was on top of the eagle's head, giving it a powerful aura, as if it was the king of the falcons.

Lin Danzi couldn't help but be startled when he saw the falcon that suddenly appeared, especially when he saw the sharp eyes of the falcon. Qu Ming and Lin Danzi couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat when they saw it.

Lin Qing opened her eyes, and seeing that she was still alive, she was rather surprised. Looking at the large eagle standing not too far away from her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in her heart.

However, when Lin Qing cast her gaze in that direction, she couldn't help but feel her heart hurt.

With unsteady steps, Lin Qing supported herself up to Wen Xueqi's side, and remained silent for a long time.

There were always some things that one would only know to cherish if one lost them, and there were always some people who would only suddenly understand when one missed them. There was always a kind of love, which one would only suddenly realize when it had faded away, only then would one realize how important it was.

Hugging Wen Xueqi up, Lin Qing looked coldly at Qu Ming and Lin Danzi, a bone-deep hatred could be seen in her eyes.