Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 739
"Crack-"

The sound was so small that no one heard it, but everyone saw it.

The setting sun was bursting out with the last round of light, and the sword in Song Wanzhi's hand, the afterimage of the sword being broken in two was engraved, and then fell from the nearby cliff!

tumble!

That sword, which everyone saw as nothing more than ordinary, caused the entire high platform to make a rumbling sound!

And that girl stood there, holding a broken sword in her hand.

broken sword.

Sorry.

But a hundred miles away, the two old men who were also paying close attention to the battle let out a cry of surprise.

"what happened?!"

"This, isn't this the Snow Sword? Why, why did it break?!"

They have seen many strange things, but now, their eyes are still shocked!
Although this legendary snow sword did not shine in this girl's hands from the beginning to the end, it is a snow sword after all!Moreover, they knew that this was really the legendary Snow Sword!
The legendary sword that destroys heaven and earth, even this killing knife, is nothing compared to the [-]% sword of killing!But now, the legendary snow sword with the power to destroy heaven and earth is broken? !

The afterglow of the setting sun was instantly swallowed up.

Night fell with an almost unimaginable force, and then, covered it.

A strong wind blew, and the girl knelt there alone, holding only a broken sword in her hand.

where are you?

Where are we?
And Xie Yunsheng was also astonished, because even if she didn't use all her strength, she still used five points of strength, but logically speaking, this girl should be crushed by her knife, and she would fall off the cliff when she was on the edge of the cliff!
But now, only one sword was broken? !
She didn't see how powerful the sword was.

But people would not think so, what people saw was that Song Wanzhi had been beaten back and forth, and was defeated. If Xie Yunsheng hadn't shown mercy, she would have been a corpse now.

The night swallowed everything in an instant.

The bright moon held up by the sky was covered by dark clouds, and a few sparse stars were nailed high in the sky. On the road to the sky, the ever-burning lanterns inserted straight into the sky were flickering in the wind, but they still shone desperately.

However, Song Wanzhi's figure was rarely carved there.

The bloody light and shadow have dissipated, but everywhere, it seems to be the past, the lifeless past.

Not afraid of life and death, not afraid of pain, but what he is afraid of is the blood of his hands, becoming a person he can't even recognize.

Uncontrollable……

If I, if I am really not like this, when they see the other side of me, will they abandon her?
Just like those people abandon themselves.

Brother Xueyi didn't see...

If brother Xueyi sees...

She pursed her lips tightly, closed her eyes, and even the hand holding the long sword was trembling.

Trembling for whom? !
Everyone looked at her.

Looking at the girl with her eyes closed and trembling slightly.

Seeing her like this, Xie Yunsheng laughed wildly.

"Song Wanzhi! Look at you. It's been so many years. Why, you think no one will recognize you when you become like this? Do you think the blood in your hands can be washed away? No matter how many people you save, the sins on your body can be washed away. Wash it?!"

"Haha! It can't be cleaned! Whatever you do, it can't be cleaned!"

(End of this chapter)