Xianxia Romance: Three Lives and Three Worlds

Chapter 251
Zitan once said that she is a stubborn person, once she looks for something, it is possible to risk her life.

The next thing is to chop three soul-devouring mines in a row, each time you chop one, you can clearly hear the sound of piercing through the bones and flesh, and in exchange for Liu Wuqing's muffled groan, gradually the groan is rare heard it.

All the people present gasped, this was the first time they had seen such a scene, and a few timid ones curled up and shivered.

Soul devouring thunder came out, Kyushu's color changed, the sky and the earth were shaking violently, black clouds rolled up, and strong winds raged. Everything here was frightening, only Xuan Qing who was sitting in the distance remained motionless.

Ten soul-eating thunders went down, Liu Wuqing was dying, his whole body was bloody like a dead man hanging between the iron chains, half of his living soul was scattered, he passed out several times from the pain, and was forced to wake up again by magic power.

Can you give her a good time and let her die?She doesn't want to be tortured endlessly?Dying in front of the person she loves the most doesn't have any dignity, she doesn't want to...

Die soon, die soon... She shouted in her heart over and over again, hoping that everything would end soon.

There was a strong smell of blood floating in the surrounding air, mixed with the aroma of burning peach blossoms, Xuanqing, who was a hundred meters away, remembered in a daze that this person had been sitting by his side like this for five years, sitting under the phoenix tree. The colorful flowers of fallen petals, watching Yunjuanyunshu together, and now they have been separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and they can never go back...

"Brother, enough is enough, I think it should be about the same." Xuan Bingyun frowned and looked at the dying Liu Wuqing on the white jade platform, worried that if he continued to chop down, Liu Wuqing would be useless.

Xuan Qing still looked calm, without a trace of warmth between his brows and eyes, quietly watching the No. Some trembling.

As if he had seen enough lightning strikes, Xuan Qing suddenly said: "Stop——"

Everyone was startled, and they all looked at Xuan Qing, only to see him slowly standing up, walking down step by step, slowly pacing in front of Liu Wuqing, she opened her eyes and looked at him with difficulty, She looked at his eyes with chills, one was dazed, and his blood-losing face was pale.

Xuan Qing raised his hand, the chain loosened, Liu Wuqing fell to the ground fiercely, his body was bruised, and he was in a state of embarrassment. Like a clown, he tried his best to cover up the big and small wounds on his body, knowing that he hated her. , but she really didn't want him to see her in such a mess.

Everyone was puzzled, but they didn't dare to say more, only Xiong Lei wanted to go up to block Xuan Qing, but was held back by Xuan Bingyun.

"I'm asking you one last time as a teacher, do you know your mistake?"

Looking at Xuan Qing who was astonished as a heavenly man in front of her, she really wanted to tell him that she was not wrong, not that she owed them, but they owed her, owed her Yelu Xiuge's life and half of herself. life.

It must have been a long time since she called him Master, her voice was a little rough, and she said, "Master, you trust me."

"The teacher only asks you, do you know your mistake?"

Liu Wuqing shook her head desperately, blood drops splashed a pool of scarlet liquid on the ground as she swayed, and she could just watch Xuanqing walking towards her step by step with the Suxiao sword in her hand, the sword body flashing The silver light stung her eyes.

"Master, I don't know..." She cried like a child in a panic, she still didn't cry, but she was more scared than ever.

Su Xiaojian's icy sword edge was pressed against her lower throat. He was really cruel. Why was he asked to kill her with his sword in the end? Could it be that he hated her so much that he killed her with his own hands? Only then can the hatred in his heart be relieved.

"Master, don't..." She stepped back and begged bitterly. She was never afraid of death, but she didn't want to die in his hands. Five years ago, she knew that she loved him from the first time she saw him. And love regardless of the consequences; when she became his apprentice, this love was hidden by her forbearance, love is as painful as it is sad.

Xuan Qing frowned deeply: "You are my apprentice of Xuan Qing, you can do such a thing, since all your kung fu is taught by the teacher himself. It is the teacher's lax discipline that makes you do such a thing. When a treasonous thing comes, the next punishment will be carried out by the teacher himself."

"Master, don't, I can abolish the martial arts on my body by myself, or even die,...Master, don't do it yourself..." She stretched out a hand to pull Xuanqing's robe in front of her, and wiped it desperately. Seeing the continuous flow of blood on his forehead, he begged in a low voice in panic, and the blood stained his snow-white robe.

She didn't want him to do it himself, for her, it was more painful than death...

"When I received your martial arts as a teacher, I didn't ask you to kill people. You are too disappointed for my teacher..."

Su Xiaojian hangs straight above her head, and the dazzling cold light reminds her little by little that she is the person he hates the most, so what right does she have to ask him to do anything.

She didn't care, a mouthful of bright red liquid gushed out of her throat, but it hurt his eyes, "No! Master! I beg you! I beg you!" This was the last thing she could do to stop him .

She raised her sword and dropped it without any hesitation. Sure enough, in the end, she was the one who lost. She lost completely and lost no dignity.

this moment.

She realized it all.

It turned out that what Xuan Bingyu said that night was true.

She was just a pawn he used.

In the past, he was kind to her only because she resembled that person so much.

There was a sneer from the bottom of his mouth a little bit.

She lost, lost her love and lost her life.

After waking up from the dream, the fog cleared, and he saw his truest self clearly.

No one knows why Liu Wuqing laughed out loud. After laughing, she quietly raised her head, stared at the heart-pumping man she loved in front of her, and said word by word: "I owe you this half-body skill. I will repay it with my life, and from now on, you and my mentor and apprentice will never owe each other!"

How decisive this sentence is, she told herself secretly: "Liu Wuqing, he owes you the love debt in this life, you can see clearly, no matter how much you do, the man in front of you will never love you !"

Without the slightest hesitation, all the large and small air passages and blood passages in Liu Wuqing's body exploded on their own, true qi and internal energy flowed out, and none of the meridians in his body were broken.

Several mouthfuls of blood gushed out one after another, and she said inarticulately: "Xuanqing, what I owe you has already been paid off!" She spat out another big mouthful of blood, "Actually, five years ago, I shouldn't have begged you for your favor!" Teacher, if time comes back, I will definitely not worship you as my teacher, Xuan Qing."

Seeing the man in front of him tremble in vain, the Su Xiao sword fell from his hand, with a bang, his face seemed to be so pale that it was transparent, and he just stared at her blankly.

She pulled out the hosta on her head with the last ounce of strength. When the hosta slowly scratched the skin on her face, and mixed with slightly hot blood dripped on her collarbone, she smiled, knowing that her face was still like that at this moment. Ghost: "Xuan Qing, you never believed me, but that's all, I owe Xuan Bingyu, and we will never owe each other from now on!"

She never explained to him again that Xuan Bingyu's injustice towards her at that time was ultimately indebted to both. Some things, right, are no longer important at this moment.

This was the last side she saw of him, twitching slightly, his eyes were empty, his face was dull, he couldn't move anymore, the blood was almost drained out just now.She has nothing left, she is now a useless person, no lover, no friends, only this life is still with her, but, what else can she do with this life, what she wants, from beginning to end Didn't get it.

"Wuqing, you..." Seeing Xuan Qing staggering a few steps towards her in pain, before his trembling fingertips touched her sleeves, he was shaken several times away by a palm and fell down. On the ground, he vomited a big mouthful of blood.

The people in the back mountain were suddenly stunned by such a scene, they didn't know what happened for a while, they just looked at everything that happened in front of them in a daze, Xuan Bingyun took the lead in helping the weak Xuan Qing up until his hand When he stayed on the veins, he suddenly realized that Xuanqing didn't see the palm, but he simply didn't have the strength to receive it.

Yun Ting lightly covered Liu Wuqing's shoulders with one hand, and held her in his arms, standing in the air with a sharp sword in one hand, like a god, forcing everyone to dare not look directly.In the crimson eyes, there was a raging killing intent like a fire, and the long black hair fluttered and danced in the strong wind.The true energy in the body seemed to be ignited, and it flowed out along his meridians, turning into a torrent of power and escaping from the sword body, all kinds of waves scattered in the sky, the wind roared and the thunder roared, spears rained like rain, and the sword energy danced furiously .

"I don't know who you are, this is my Cuiping faction's housework, please return my disciple Liu Wuqing..." Xuan Bingyun was talking to Yun Ting who was hanging in the air, and at the same time beckoned his disciple to send Xuan Qing to him. Returning to Liuyun Pavilion, senior brother, he was injured so badly, yet he can last for so long!

"Give it back? Do you think you are worthy to say such things to me?" Yun Ting's eyes were red, and his stern face was like a piece of thousand-year-old ice. Xuan Qing's coldness was more of a kind of indifference, but the man in front of him His cooling is the cold radiating from his bones.

(End of this chapter)