"By the way, eldest sister, the saddest weakness in his heart is probably his eldest sister, but I am also their eldest sister. Who is the beautiful woman in black gauze?"
She used her magical power to confuse Qingyun and get a glimpse of the most fragile brick in his spiritual world. She never imagined that this brick was actually a woman so beautiful that she even envied her.
Long Fushi didn't know why she had these random thoughts at this moment of life and death. It was just that Yan Zhi was dead, Qing Di and the others were unconscious, and Han Jian was too late to rescue her. Facing the murderous Qingyun, she had only one way left. Walk.
Sit back and wait for death.
The blood-red sword was approaching rapidly, but Long Fushi's ears echoed with the young man's heartbreaking cries for no apparent reason.
"Yes, that's not his eldest sister, that should be his most beloved person!"
Suddenly, Long Fushi smiled as if she had solved a puzzle that had been confusing for a long time, but along with her charming smile were the tears that flowed into Qingyun's heart.
Time and time are frozen here, and tears exchange the same and different meanings.
Long Fushi's tears slowly approached from her cheeks toward the corners of her raised mouth. The jade pieces on her neck also shone with a different color. It was just the sad smile and the peerless beauty with thin eyebrows and thin lips that made people in the air Qingyun was suddenly stunned.
"Eldest...eldest sister?"
Perhaps it was because he had just received the magical power of Long Fu Shi's gift of "Confused Sound" that she, who was known as the "Alluring City", slowly transformed into Xiao Luoyi's appearance again in Qingyun's eyes.
In just an instant, the blood in his eyes receded, and the anger and murderous intent in his heart also disappeared.
Qingyun knew very well that the person standing opposite was not the eldest sister, but Long Fushi's slightly similar appearance and the jade pieces dotted around his neck made him unable to do anything.
"Hey, spare her life."
After all, Qingyun still couldn't bear to kill Long Fushi, not to mention that he still felt a little grateful deep in his heart. After all, the other party did let him see the eldest sister he had longed for.
"Even if it's just a curtain of dreams."
The strong wind blew away each other's tears, and the flying blue clouds pressed down the Zangfeng that was originally aimed at Long Fushi's eyebrows. Then the sword tip was lightly tapped, and Long Fushi's ears heard the jingle of gold and jade. ring.
"sounds so good."
From the moment Qingyun came to kill with his sword until he sheathed his sword and retreated, Long Fushi never blinked even once.
She just stared intently at the young man in green shirt who was walking towards him. She didn't even notice that after the hidden edge touched her Yuyin jade, a tiny red light was like a seed, quietly taking root in the jade piece. .
Of course, Qingyun also didn't notice anything that happened in a moment.
Taking advantage of the slightest shock coming from the tip of the sword, the young master took advantage of the situation to retract the Zangfeng, and when he landed, he grabbed He Bai who was unconscious beside him, but Long Fushi suddenly said in shock:
"careful!"
Before he finished speaking, the sword energy arrived first, and Yuanlong Hanjian also took the opportunity to kill him!
Because of his soft-heartedness just now, Qingyun missed the opportunity to kill Long Fu Shi. Now that Long Han Sword is hungry and the tiger is attacking him, he is unable to fight back with the back door wide open.
Feeling the cold sword energy piercing through his body-protecting spirit shield as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, the cruelty in Qingyun's eyes flashed away.
Phew!
The body-protecting spirit shield broke in response, and the long sword of Long Han Sword continued to exert its power. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated Qingyun's heart directly, and was about to hit Long Fushi not far in front of him by just a hair!
Seeing this, Long Hanjian was immediately shocked. Since Qingyun's back was turned to him, he did not see clearly that the young master was showing mercy to his eldest sister.
This sword seemed to kill people, but in fact it was to encircle Wei and save Zhao, because he expected that Qingyun had no enmity with them, and he would attack Long Fushi even if he would risk his life. How could he know that the young man didn't dodge at all, so he was beaten in vain. Take a sword yourself.
The outcome that scares him the most is not this. If Qingyun and his eldest sister really end up together, then he will really be blamed for his death.
Fortunately, after the long sword pierced Qingyun's body, the boy did not pounce on Long Fushi again.
But before Long Hanjian could take a breath, he gripped the hilt of the sword and suddenly felt a strong force coming from the front of the sword, and the wound on Qingyun's back gradually filled with a sticky and strange evil. Strange red awn.
Only then did he remember that the boy's physical strength might be stronger than that of the dead ghost Long Yanzhi!
And because of his hesitation, Qingyun won a precious moment of breathing time, and saw his left wrist twisting. In his haste, the Long Han Sword was unable to resist such a huge force, and the sword was instantly released.
But the result was that a huge hole was dug out of Qingyun's chest, with red light flowing inside. Even though Rao had reached the Yuan Hua realm, such a sight of flesh and blood still frightened Long Fushi to the point of turning pale. .
Ignoring his beloved sword, Long Hanjian hurriedly moved sideways towards Long Fushi, while Qingyun took out the sword from his chest and glanced coldly at the two of them as if facing a formidable enemy.
"The gift given by the Long Family today will be repaid tenfold the next day! Humph!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qingyun pinched his fingers together and broke the sword with great force. Then he turned around, not caring about He Bai, and walked away dragging his blood-soaked body.
Only a ruthless and lonely figure was left behind, leaving the two people in a daze where they were.
As for the young master who finally took away the Yancong Yuzhang that originally belonged to Long Yanzhi, the shocked and inexplicable Long siblings probably didn't have the time to take care of it anymore.
After Qingyun's desolate figure disappeared from their eyes for a long time, they finally reacted as if they were waking up from a dream.
Looking at each other, Long Hanjian's rigid and cold face showed a wry smile:
"Sister, is your injury okay?"
He really didn't understand. Isn't today's plan to deal with Long Qingdi who took away the Green Spirit Fruit from Chang Ye?
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Long Yanzhi, one of the four young masters of the Long family, died, and the eldest sister, who had always been unfavorable, was also injured, not to mention Lao Shi Zi Qing Ling Guo.
Is it because I didn’t read the almanac when I went out in the morning?
"Sister?"
"Sister!"
Long Hanjian raised his voice.
"Uh, Hanjian..."
After calling twice in succession, Long Fushi reluctantly took his beautiful eyes back from the direction where Qingyun disappeared.
She first touched the jade piece on her neck that had been touched by the opponent's sword to make sure it was fine. Then she took out a silk scarf and elegantly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Then she glanced at the devastated surroundings and smiled bitterly:
"Hey, I didn't expect that I actually kicked the iron plate."
At this time, Long Hanjian had also returned to his original silence and coldness, but the worry in his eyes had not diminished at all, so Long Fushi added:
"I'm fine, Han Jian. It's just that the Divine Mansion was slightly shaken. I'll be fine after I go back and rest for a few days."
"Well, are we going to chase him then, sis? He was so seriously injured, I'm afraid he will only have 50% of his combat power left at most."
"No! No need..."
"yes!"
Only then did Long Fushi recall that the senior who had been guarding her seemed to have sent a message to her before the spiritual power collapsed, but now was not the time to investigate in detail.
Watching the worry in Long Hanjian's eyes gradually disappear, Long Fushi tugged on the fiery red cloak on his shoulders, but his eyes involuntarily looked towards the direction where Qingyun left, and murmured to himself:
"Yeah, with such a serious injury, do you think he can survive?"
Long Hanjian did not notice the abnormality of the eldest sister, and analyzed objectively and calmly:
"Of course it's impossible for an ordinary person to survive being pierced through the heart by me, but not only was he not affected by the eldest sister's puzzlement, but his aura before leaving didn't look like he was strong on the outside but strong on the inside. He's very special!"
"hope so."
These three words with complicated pronunciation immediately made Long Hanjian look at Long Fushi strangely, but in just a moment, she changed back to the calm elder sister before and ordered:
"Han Jian, the disciples in the clan should have just been stunned. You wake up Ran Mo first."
"Yes, eldest sister."
Still like a loyal guard, Long Hanjian suppressed the many doubts in his mind, carried out her orders meticulously, and directly woke up the woman who originally accompanied Long Fushi.
At the same time, Long Fushi put away all her virtuous and virtuous temperament, be it gentleness or softness, and walked to Long Yanzhi's body extremely calmly and even ruthlessly.
Young Master Yan Zhi is not as majestic as he was just now. A look of surprise still appears on his face that has become ashen, and a few big characters are vividly engraved in his lifeless pupils:
"I will never die with my eyes in peace."
Yes, Chengfeng's sword cut through iron like mud. Long Yanzhi also made a prison for himself, and was cut into several sections by Qingyun Lian and others.
Because the young master was slashing at an angle, poor young master Yan Zhi didn’t even have a whole body. His severed hands and feet were scattered everywhere, and there was indescribable blood everywhere.
Long Fushi didn't even look at his "good brother" who was dying. After standing still, he slowly accumulated spiritual power. At the same time, his hands were constantly forming some very ancient and obscure seals.
After a while, inconspicuous red spots appeared on the blood on the ground including Long Yanzhi's body.
After he finished performing this set of seals, the needle-like light spots had converged into a bright red ball of light about the size of a fingernail, like a drop of blood containing full vitality.
At this time, Long Ranmo also adjusted his breath with the help of Long Hanjian and gradually regained consciousness.
She only had the cultivation level of the Hundred Meridians Realm, and with the help of the Longhan Sword of the Yuanhua Realm, a little shock injury was not a big deal.
"Miss, are you okay?"
The first thing Long Ranmo did when he opened his eyes was to ask about the lady's injury, which made Long Fushi, who had his back to the two of them, feel a hint of sincere warmth.
Looking at the useless body again, Long Fu Shisu raised his hand lightly, and a raging fire ignited on Master Yan Zhi's remains.
And reflected in the blazing firelight, she seemed to have changed her face, put away her previous ruthlessness and coldness, and once again entered the gentle and beautiful role before.
"I'm fine with dyeing ink. Come on, open your mouth."
Long Ranmo didn't know why, but out of trust in the lady, he opened his mouth without explanation.
She saw Long Fushi in the distance flick his finger, and the drop of blood that was originally lingering between his green fingers slid down Long Ranmo's throat and entered her belly.
