let go of my anne

Old Du drew his sword.

The sound of the knife was like a strong wind, and in the whistling wind, the gigantic laughter was torn into pieces, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

In the entire hall, there was only the sound of knives like the wind.

The sound of the knife resounded in every corner of the hall, enveloped the entire hall, and echoed continuously.

The power of the sword is terrifying, and it is so big that no one can stop it. The strength of the sword soars inch by inch, crushing every inch of frost in the hall, and creaking and moaning. Countless cracks start like snakes on the frost that has been there for many years. Spread distribution.

The sword is as powerful as a mountain.

The sword is like a fire.

While the sound of the knife was still ringing in Chen Senran's ears, the knife called Beauty under the Moon had already arrived in front of that peerless head.

Old Du didn't stand still this time, he moved, and he rushed towards the Frost Queen with the knife in his hand at an unfathomable speed.

The flawless blade had already stuck to the layer of frost on that head, and the violent blade intent had already shattered that layer of ice that could not be melted away even by raging flames.

An inch further in with the knife, Lao Du's whole body is like an open bow, his body is completely pulled apart, his body is stagnant in the air, and his hands, which were originally white and flawless like the best jade, are already covered. Blue veins like a python.

The knife in the palm roared silently.

The momentum of the sword has become like thunder, and the strength of the sword has become a mad dragon.

The mad dragon surged wantonly, and that seemingly indestructible layer of frost could no longer stop the rage of the knife, and it turned into powder almost the moment it was pressed in front of the knife, completely exposing that peerless face in front of it. into the furious air.

Without any obstacles, the saber energy climbed onto her skin in an instant, and the excessive saber force directly cut off the long silver-blue hair on her sideburns.

All the rude and barbaric violence that spanned hundreds of years once again fell on the face of this once unyielding king.

As long as the saber advances a little further, the vertical and horizontal saber energy will completely rush and wreak havoc on this face, countless scars will spread like mushrooms after rain, and flesh and blood will splatter along with the bones.

As long as there is one more breath, everything will be over.

Lao Du's figure was stretched again by an inch, his whole body's bones exploded loudly, and the veins on his arms became thicker by three points. At this moment, he was no longer the hunched old man driving a car. , but more like a tiger, a fierce tiger ready for the most powerful blow.

The air froze again, and time stopped at that moment.

Chen Senran couldn't breathe anymore, he felt the air in the whole hall suddenly rushed towards Lao Du's direction, flew and flowed on his knife, and finally melted into the knife, as if it was completely sucked dry All the best of this world.

The world is dark.

The whole world is waiting for the next moment, waiting for the saber energy to burst forth and the world to reopen.

The moment everything returns to normal.

next moment.

The next moment, the world returns to normal.

There was no burst of sword energy, no roar of the world, no blood and flesh splattered, nothing, nothing happened.

After all, that knife didn't go in any more, and the knife energy that was forcibly pulled over leaked inch by inch, and Lao Du let go weakly.

Old Du fell to the ground.

Chen Senran fell to the ground.

The silver-blue hair fell to the ground.

All dust settled.

Those overwhelming knife aura quietly dissipated as if it had never happened before, and the knife slowly left that peerless face. Originally, it should be a beautiful ending for the beauty under the moon to kill the peerless beauty.

It's a pity that it was finally leaned heavily on the ground by Lao Du, and collided with the frost that hadn't completely shattered, resounding like wind chimes in the dark night resounded throughout the hall.

Lao Du knelt down on the ground powerlessly, in front of that peerless head, and in front of the supreme throne hundreds of years ago.

It's like a courtier who is afraid of the supreme majesty of the Frost Queen.

What a, sad ending.

Old Du seemed to have sighed, or maybe he didn't.

Chen Senran couldn't hear clearly, his own body was already choking, the frost that had invaded his body hadn't been expelled by the flames in his body, he took a deep breath, reluctantly got up from the ground, and looked at the throne.

The flames had dissipated as he fell to the ground, and he couldn't see clearly that peerless face that had been exposed to the air. He didn't know if she was still smiling so aloofly, or if she was even more disdainful. .

He turned his head to look at little Annie again, the little girl was standing less than two yards away from him, she didn't look at him, she was still looking at the high throne.

It's not over yet.

Chen Senran didn't know if he climbed up and stabbed that woman again, would it end everything and let him see that girl smiling at him again.

He didn't know if he would die in the next moment.

He only knows that he still has strength, and he still has so many opportunities.

So he wouldn't and couldn't just give up, so he stood up and began to walk up the steps to the throne step by step.

No one stopped him, no accidents and twists and turns.

He walked for three breaths, and walked to Lao Du's side. The flame at his fingertips lit up again, illuminating the Queen's face exposed to the air, and also illuminating his own face.

The queen was still sitting dignifiedly, her head was not shaken in her hands, she just smiled and watched what happened just now, quietly like a god watching mortals struggle with fate, and powerless.

Are you mocking?

Chen Senran pulled the corner of his mouth weakly, the flame in his hand grew bigger, and a long sword condensed by the flame appeared in his palm again, the flowing flame warmed his body.

The warmth may have also affected Lao Du, he finally raised his head, in the light of the fire, Chen Senran saw that his face was pale to the point of old, the wrinkles that were invisible on his face began to appear, and the white hair on the temples became more serious. Nong, maybe the knife just now absorbed too much of his vitality, and he seemed to be a few years older in an instant.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, there was a mouthful of blood that he could no longer hold back. He coughed violently for a while while leaning on the knife, before saying, "I'm sorry."

He could only apologize, and he had to apologize, because he still didn't do it, just like in that deep night many years ago, it was a little bit worse.

Chen Senran shook his head, he knew that Lao Du had achieved the ultimate, he didn't speak any more, just stabbed the flaming sword in his hand towards the defenseless face.

The flames surged.

In the turbulent flames, the corners of the mouth of that face rose again, and her lips opened and closed, and said faintly: "I'm back."

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