Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 1201 Wildfire Starts a Prairie (End Chapter 18)

Now, finally, it fell towards her.

The wind whizzed by his ears, brushing across his face like a blade.

As the huge sword flew like a falling meteor, Zhou Ye raised the big knife in his hand and stretched it in front of his eyes. He stepped back a little with one foot, and as the golden light enveloped her whole body, she was in a trance. , she saw a giant silver tree, and a young boy with long fair hair was sitting on the tree. Her hair hangs down her slender back all the way to the tree trunk, and she is dressed in a cool white robe without any speck of dust.

How could I see him.

Zhou Ye closed his eyes.

In the next second, the heavy sword smashed fiercely in front of him like a thunderbolt slashed from the sky-shocking slash.

In the ear, there was a crisp sound of cracking.

The two hands holding the knife suddenly parted, followed by a sharp pain that penetrated into the heart. The bones all over the body seemed to be smashed, the nose was filled with a strong smell of blood, and there was something stuck in the throat. It was the bits of her internal organs, or maybe her neck had been twisted off.

The golden light receded, and there was a huge deep pit above the white-capped land, and in the pit stood a long sword that could cut the sky and cut the earth.

Beneath the sword's edge was a man, half kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, with black hair hanging down like silk, covering his face.

With a sword stuck in his back, blood dripped down and fell to the ground.

The man under his protection remained motionless.

He just stared deeply at the sky above his head with a pair of dark eyes.

It seems to be raining.

The chaos in front of him gradually turned into clarity.

Zhou Ye felt drops of cold liquid falling on her face. She wanted to wipe it off, but found that all the veins in her body were broken.

It's just that the tendons are broken, but the body is intact. Although the pain is unbearable, it is far from the point of death.

Not even dead.

No one survives under the sword of suppressing demons, if the compassionate Buddha is moved to kill, he will never give you any chance to survive.

How could he not die.

She blinked and finally saw everything in front of her.

Against the light, she saw that face again. It was different from the cold and distant eyes in her mind. The eyes in front of her now contained a deep and paranoid love that had been accumulated for millions of years.

His breathing was weak.

As if afraid to frighten her.

Zhou Ye's eyeballs rolled, then dropped again, looking at the sword stuck in his chest, then she frowned, looked at the man opposite, and said in a hoarse voice.

"I didn't say, you are not allowed to save me again."

His voice was flat, but the light in his eyes was rapidly dissipating, replaced by an overwhelming sadness and despair.

It turned out that the feeling of being torn apart from the heart was more painful than a thousand arrows piercing the heart. The pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe, and the pain was so painful that she wanted to cry heart-piercingly.

She wanted to raise her hand to touch his face, but her arm, which was broken by the air wave, could not move at all.

So, Zhou Ye just lay there motionless, staring at the man opposite him over and over again, followed by a "wow", and vomited a pool of blood.

The man reached out and wiped the blood off her face, his movements were extremely gentle, and a smile appeared on Tsinghua's beautiful face.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting for so many years."

"Are you dying?"

The other party did not answer.

Zhou Ye asked again and again.

(End of this chapter)