Her long blue dress fluttered like a butterfly, blocking in front of her. Blood rained down, but she could only see LAN Xinyu's carefree smile.
"No!" Ling Chuxi cried out in sorrow.
Following that, one figure after another appeared in front of her. Baili han, Jiang wuheng, Zhen Ye, Yi Li, Liang yunhuai, li shaoqiu, Xiao mo, Meng Luo ... As the blood-red light flashed, Ling Chuxi's vision was already blurred by her tears. She could only vaguely see their faces that were gradually losing their spirit but were still smiling.
Huangfu qingjue's Silver hair was blown by the wind as he appeared in front of her with an evil smile on his face.
"Qingjue, hurry up and leave." Ling Chuxi shouted.
Huangfu qingjue turned around and smiled. His smile was so gentle, but it was also so cruel.
Tens of thousands of golden sword lights scattered like rain.