"I'm sorry, Jianqi, I'm sorry." Yin Xueyan just looked at Jian Qi, tears streaming down her face, while Lan Chunxian on the other side was roaring like crazy, not looking like a pill-forming monk at all. Ouyang Ming also showed a little bit of his abilities. The magic weapon in his hand was a folding fan. Yi Jue was stunned when he saw that the fan was a magic weapon. Yi Jue just refined a Thousand Machine Fan with concave and concave shapes. After all, the fan was real It is not suitable for making utensils. Just looking at the fan in Ouyang Ming's hand, after a few movements, light patterns appeared, tightly blocking the corpse that had just suffered heavy injuries. Yi Jue carefully observed this magic weapon. It was obvious that, This magic weapon is not simple either. "This is his magic weapon that made him famous. It's called the Tianji Fan. It has endless magical uses. It's the magic weapon that matches his martial arts. Only he can bring out the full power of this magic weapon. Don't worry about it." Seeing Yi Jue staring at Ouyang Ming's fan, Ye Zi stepped forward to explain. It was obvious that not everyone could achieve such a powerful power. Yi Jue smiled sarcastically but did not answer. Obviously, Yi Jue has not completely given up the idea!

On the other side is a different scene, including life and death, mental breakdown, fierce battles, and even the Tianji Fan that Yi Jue cares about is actually not the most eye-catching. There is only one center here, and that is Jian Qi. That gorgeous sword, that sword in the early stage of the pill formation, actually cut down the corpse at the peak of the pill formation and almost fell out of the late stage of the pill formation. The brilliance of that sword was enough to make this swordsman famous and even become a hero.

But this genius-like figure has now reached the end of his life. The price of this sword was his life, and the brilliance of this sword was destined to be short-lived!

At this moment, Yin Xueyan must have regretted it. She had this innocent boy in her heart. The boy in front of her really left all his purity to her, even death. This may be the greatest state of love, for her ultimate destruction!

She used to be able to enjoy this kind of pampering, but now that he has disappeared, there may never be another man in this world who can leave this feeling in her heart. The living cannot defeat the dead. So in her final moments, Yin Xueyan felt so regretful and at a loss. She could only keep apologizing and saying sorry, as if this could alleviate her guilt, but in fact she couldn't do anything. She knew she was wrong, and all she could do was apologize. "Xueyan, don't cry, you won't be beautiful if you cry." Jian Qi struggled to speak in Yin Xueyan's arms, coughing a little in the middle, and a lot of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. His body had reached its limit. The moment the sword was stimulated from his body, his The internal organs are already broken. Now his chest seems to be blocked by blood clots. The blood clots coughed out can bring him a little bit of relief, but there are so many such blood clots, especially those that can be cleared up by coughing. Xueyan always wears white clothes on weekdays. She pays most attention to her appearance. Even when she kills people, she usually adopts an elegant posture and never lets a little bit of dirt stick to her body. But now, not only the clothes were stained with blood, but also the hands were stained with blood. After hearing Jian Qi's words, he couldn't help but wipe the tears from his face with both hands. "Don't cry... don't cry... Xueyan doesn't cry anymore, she's beautiful." Yin Xueyan sobbed and spoke intermittently. She kept wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands. The blood on her hands was sticky all over her face, but she couldn't wipe the tears clean. The blood and tear stains on her face were blurred. The look of embarrassment on his face no longer looked like a fairy. Jian Qi looked at the embarrassed Yin Xueyan, and involuntarily stretched out his hand to Yin Xueyan's face. Halfway through, Yin Xueyan held his hand and pulled it towards her face. Jian Qi's hands were covered with blood. Looking at the sticky Yin Xueyan's face, he frowned and stubbornly took his hand away. Until his death, this young man had the image that Yin Xueyan cared about most, and he didn't want her to show even a little bit of embarrassment. Form the elixir and live five hundred years! Once you enter the pill formation, you will become a person among gods and immortals from now on. You can turn into escaping light when traveling, use magic weapons for offense and defense, enjoy a life span of five hundred, and travel in and out of Qingming. However, people who form pills can also die, even very easily. After all, Jian Qi couldn't last long, and he even wanted to die. The moment he came back, he was already ready to commit his life here.

The one who killed him was himself, even cruelly, it was Yin Xueyan who killed him. The word love is the most hurtful. Perhaps in the heart of the young man named Jian Qi, it would be better to die so brightly and for the one he loves than to suffer from the wasted time in the future, the mutual torture in the future, the disappearance of the love in his heart, and only the daily necessities of life left. It's more chic. The most tender part of a fairy tale is when it comes to an abrupt end and when love is at its most beautiful. From then on, the run-in and the infighting are ignored. They just say that they live happily together. This passionate young man named Jian Qi fell in love with someone so easily that he was even willing to live and die for her. He was sad for her and ecstatic for her. His life was completely different from his own. However, when he understands the gap between the two, when he understands the difference between the two, when he understands the irreconcilable contradiction between the two, passionate love will eventually return to dullness and life. He must be scared at this moment. After decades of practicing swordsmanship, no one has ever told him how to deal with such a situation, and no one has ever taught him how to live a good life. Yin Xueyan's current sadness is certainly due to Jian Qi's departure, but as she has experienced so many relationships, how much of it is regret after the loss, and how much of it is her attachment to this boy. Speaking of which, the two of them have only known each other for a few years, how deep their relationship can be?

For Yin Xueyan, who has lived for hundreds of years, what does a few years mean to her, and how much weight can it have? Yin Xueyan gave everyone an answer, sincerity for sincerity, and dying to prove how much weight her Sword Seven holds in her heart. As Jian Qi's aura dissipated, Yin Xueyan began to roar, and the heavy sound waves impacted everyone. In this sound wave, Yin Xueyan's momentum was fully activated, and her hair was dancing wildly. At this moment, a black silk strands, swish Become snow white. His eyes shed tears of blood, his skills began to work crazily, and the entire Langyuan illusion began to be covered with a layer of red clouds. This famous late-stage Dan Jie, the first female Dan Jie monk in the Jiang Kingdom, at the moment of Jian Qi's death, her skills took a further step. (End of chapter)