Chapter 3044: Step by Step Jinghong: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been Indifferent Since Ancient Times (End)
The dyed white and delicate face was pale without the slightest bit of blood, and the blood threads overflowed and slid down the corners of her lips like rosettes, dyeing the originally pale lips into a thrilling crimson.
And she didn't say a word, suppressing the overwhelming pain, her pale and slender fingers tightly grasped the sword, and she refused to push her heart without any hesitation.
"Princess!"
"General!"
I don't know how many voices shouting in horror, almost heart-piercing screams, and trembling in despair, but Yanbai did not hesitate, and completely penetrated the sword through the heart with the utmost indifference.
Heart-piercing, heart-piercing pain.
Is it the sword wound or the broken heart that hurts?
Her eyes turned black, and her vision was gradually blurring. Those deep peach blossom eyes began to scatter, but she still stubbornly locked Mo Liyan's cold brows and eyes, and the blood-stained lips slowly curved a touch of arrogance and wanton, Yan Jue also Sad smile.
It's like the last moment before the flowers bloom.
"Mo Liyan." Ranbai opened his mouth slightly, his lips moved slightly, but he spat out blood first, exhausted his last strength, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I'll give you my life."
Blood-stained in her battle clothes, she wept blood every word, every word was cruel, with a proud and determined attitude, even if she was on the verge of death, she was still invincible.
"From now on...the two don't owe each other, both are strangers!"
The swaying wind swirled.
The dyed white slowly fell down, the peach eyes that dazzled all living beings, the brilliance disappeared, no longer existed, reflecting the vast and vast sky, as if revolving the old times that could never be returned.
I closed my eyes.
The world was reduced to complete darkness.
Scene by scene, game by game.
It seems like a flash in the pan, but it's nothing but a void.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air.
After the slaughter, the battlefield that was reduced to an endgame seemed to be a desolate and desolate endgame in the world, almost merging with the blood-colored setting sun.
Everyone at the scene fell into a dead silence, staring blankly at the picture of both deaths, unable to recover for a long time.
Both were dead, at the hands of one of them, by the same sword.
They fell silently in a pool of blood. At this moment, in this battlefield where blood flowed into rivers and corpses lay everywhere, death, that long sword fell on the ground alone, smeared with blood.
A generation of emperors has fallen, and the unfathomable aura is no longer seen, and the black armor is reflected.
The girl general's expression was always cold and calm, the red clothes were stained with blood, the color was a thrilling danger and bewitched, and the calmness of death was also decisive.
from afar,
The two figures were extremely resolute in the vast world.
Remember back then,
Who is the young man on Moshang, and who is the girl in red.
Amazing time, cool years.
They must not know,
their death,
How many hearts have been taken away.
The setting sun sinks and ceases to exist.
The sun is gone, and dusk has come.
The dim twilight shrouded the heavens and the earth, reflecting the tragedies in the world.
The cold wind blows, and the chill pervades.
The sword edge that came from the sky, it was he or she who killed him.
There was some fiery temperature remaining on the sword, and who was the heartbeat.
A bloody battle in a city, I don't know whose generation has been buried. Have you ever laughed and talked freely? Have you ever been young and romantic in fresh clothes and angry horses?
The sky is windy and sandy, and I don’t know whose obsession is buried. Do you know the catastrophe so far in your life?
The mountains and rivers that this golden horse and iron horses have shot down are nothing but a swaying mountains and rivers, and they will end in eternal silence.