The Ghost Doctor Hongyan of Huayin Jianghu

Chapter 60 Blood Sacrifice in Another Battlefield (1)
Under the guidance of the holy flower, Yan Liluo and Feng Ye came to the entrance of the stone steps.Stepping on the stone steps, Yan Liluo turned around gently, held the holy flower, and kissed the tip of the flower with her own lips.In an instant, the black petals bloom slowly, and the golden stamens are delicate and charming, and the fragrance is overflowing in an instant.

"Goodbye." Yan Liluo said softly, stroking the petals.She had a premonition that the grievances between her and Xuan Ying's family would not end here, and one day, she would see this coquettish flower exuding despair and love again.

The walls closed slowly, and rows of candles shone on both sides of the stone steps, illuminating the entire road.Yan Liluo understood that at the end of the stone steps, there would definitely be blood dripping down. In the depths of her heart, pain was intertwined with tears, love carried hate, and sadness was wanton, just like the flower language of mandala - despair and love.

"Miss Yan..." Feng Ye wanted to take her hand lightly, but stopped when he was about to touch her fingertips.After a while, he withdrew his hand, patted Yan Liluo's shoulder lightly, and said softly, "Let's go..."

"Hmm..." Yan Liluo nodded and stepped up the stone steps.Xuanying altar.

It was devastated, and the surroundings looked like ruins.Ningshan's body was drenched in blood, and her arms and legs were seriously injured.Tong Zhu stood quietly by the side, the light ball in her hand flickered and dimmed, her expression was a little hesitant, as if she was considering whether to give her the last blow.

In front of them, Ling Xuzhuo fell to the ground, blood covered his whole body, he gasped heavily, the sweet blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth and slowly flowed down, dripping and spreading on the ground.He struggled to get up, but because of lack of strength, he fell heavily.

"Is this your strength? You have disappointed me too much." Ling Tianyue stood in front of Ling Xuzhuo with a serious and indifferent expression on his face.He walked up to Ling Xuzhuo coldly, looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes were cold: "The swordsmanship is messy, the steps are weak, Zhuo'er, you are too weak..."

Ling Tianyue walked past Ling Xuzhuo coldly, and walked straight in front of Ning Shan. Ning Shan had no strength now, she squatted on the ground, not daring to look up at her father, her body trembling slightly.

"Zhuo'er, remember, in this world, only strength can protect the most important people. Cowardly people can only watch their loved ones disappear one by one from their side..." Ling Tianyue said coldly. Out of the waist saber.

flutter--

The sound of a sharp blade piercing his chest suddenly sounded, Ling Xuzhuo barely supported himself, but the moment he saw the scene in front of him, the blood in his body froze - Ling Tianyue pierced Ling Ningshan's chest fiercely with the sword in his hand, For a moment, blood splattered and the flesh was bloody.The bright red blood flew up in front of Ling Xuzhuo's eyes, and then slowly fell down, falling on the ground, turning into bloody halos.

"Ning... Shan...?" Ling Xuzhuo trembled in shock, as if ice had been built for a thousand years in his heart, it was so cold to the bone.He stumbled forward and stretched out his hand, wanting to grab Ningshan, but before he touched her body, Ling Tianyue coldly pulled out the sword in his hand, the cold blade was stained with blood With the flying blood leaving Ningshan's body, Ningshan sank slowly like a dead leaf in the wind.

"Do not--!"

Ling Xuzhuo rushed up madly as if he had been awakened. He hugged Ningshan's shoulders, opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and shook his bloody hands tremblingly: "Ningshan, you can't die! You can't die!" Can't die!"

"Heh...heh" Ning Shan smiled slowly and desolately, the pain that the sharp knife pierced through her chest spread to her whole body.The sword of her biological father destroyed her, and her heart was so cold that it became numb at this moment.The corners of her mouth were lightly raised, and she wanted to laugh, but the heart-piercing pain made her expression more painful than crying.Countless blood gushed out from her mouth.She looked at the grief-stricken person in front of her, her eyes filled with endless sadness: "Will you still feel sorry for me now..."

(End of this chapter)