Fighting Soul Clan Emperor Master

"Bang!"

As Soul Orchid pointed at it, fireworks were ejected from the muzzle, and the bullet transformed by fighting spirit flew out with a sudden sound. The small bullet had torn apart the space and was about to break Xun'er's head in the next moment.

However, something changed at this moment. A figure rushed in at a faster speed and arrived in front of Xun'er like a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, the person standing in front of her trembled suddenly, and at the same time, he gently patted Xun'er's tightly bound body with his palms, and the restraint tore open a hole, and Xun'er broke away with a slight push.

Opened up.

Xun'er, who hadn't yet seen what was going on, opened her eyes in shock, her face was splattered with the visitor's blood, and she hugged the visitor tightly - the strand of white hair in front of her eyes was extremely familiar.

"——Ancient demon?"

"fine……?"

The ancient demon breathed rapidly, his dark pupils suddenly condensed and scattered, and his back was a blur, because the sound made by the blood flowing into the broken lung cavity was as unpleasant as a broken ventilator.

Xun'er's body rose and fell with rapid breathing. He looked at the ancient demon in front of him with distracted eyes. He lowered his head deeply and held the ancient demon tightly in his arms. It seemed that he couldn't feel the world at all.

Any other sound is heard.

"Really...I'm such an...idiot...I can't...can't escape...but...I couldn't imagine..."

The ancient demon's eyes gradually dimmed, and he kept his eyes open with difficulty. As he spit out words with blood, he gradually became unable to hear any sounds in the world, and the beautiful face in front of him gradually turned into some weird hallucinations. The feeling now is very strange.

, the pain is infinitely clear, but I can’t think clearly.

"Back then... I was... so... but you... didn't even... say a word to me... Now... I'm about to... die, but you are... willing to talk to me."

Xun'er's whole body was shaking with excitement, and tears burst out of her eyes. For the first time, Xun'er knew that tears can burst out of her eyes when she is moved. She looked at the young man in her arms with a cold look, not knowing what to say.

Things changed too quickly, but what filled her heart at this moment was the sadness that almost burst out of her chest.

After all, women may never hate those who love them.

The muddy and scattered eyes of the ancient demon moved slowly in the wind and snow, or for this person who was blinded by love and whose only mission in this life was to block the fatal bullet for Xun'er, seeing her cry

It was already extremely satisfying - this proved that what he was doing still had some value.

He suddenly stared at Xun'er, his body trembling involuntarily, and asked softly: "What kind of person do you think...I am...?"

Perhaps Xun'er didn't expect that his last question would be this. She ignored the tears streaming down her cheeks and tried her best to speak more fluently.

"You are a good person."

Gu Yao's eyes lit up slightly, as if he didn't expect this answer. He made a roaring sound in his throat and gasped for breath. Then he laughed. The corners of his mouth stained with blood were self-deprecating for failing to achieve success. The smile was ugly.

"...Ah, yes..."

Looking up at the blue sky, he narrowed his eyes, climbed up to the sky with his hands, and finally dropped down weakly.

Just like that, he never moved again.

When the ancient demon died, he died in the arms of the girl for whom he had sacrificed everything, with a hint of relief, a hint of complexity, and a hint of loneliness.

Xun'er fell silent, pulled out some of the ancient demon's white hair, and quietly tied it on the bracelet given by Xiao Yan, then opened the void and sent the ancient demon's body in.

The atmosphere suddenly became eerily silent.

"Really... I don't like people who like to kill people randomly. Just rushing out like this... is like the protagonist's house in those novels being 'accidentally' destroyed by others. If I am responsible for this, it is simply

It doesn’t make sense, it’s not my fault.”

Hun Linglan seemed to want to play with Xun'er in such a situation, and the constant ridicule followed the wind.

"……Shut up……"

Xun'er's face was gloomy, and her tone was filled with thousands of emotions.

However, Linglan, who had a smile on her face, still said with a smile: "Well~~~~~Then I'll apologize, I'm sorry~~~~~!!"

"Bang!"

It was as if the heaven had dropped the hammer of punishment. Linglan felt like she was hit hard on the cheek by the sledgehammer, and the smell of blood spread from her mouth. At the moment when even she couldn't react, Xun'er punched her directly.

The right side of her face.

"Okay, if you don't want to shut up, then I'll beat you until you say something."

The mind that was still in turmoil just now became extremely calm from this moment - Xun'er seemed to have forgotten her own existence, tears could not blur her face, there were no more doubts and troubles from her cousins ​​in her heart, and the only thing left was almost

The hatred and persistence that want to turn into reality, and the will to kill the enemy no matter what.

From the tips of her toes to the top of her head, the golden flame seemed to turn into an extremely thin layer of silk, covering Xun'er's whole body. She looked like a goddess who had descended into the world, emitting this formidable light.

Now, she has finally mastered the use of the Golden Emperor's Burning Heaven Flame as she pleases. In terms of martial arts, she has reached a point where her mind is as calm as water.

"...Great, you finally have some fighting spirit? Finally you are not blinded by that Xiao Yan."

The thumb that held the gun wiped away the stain on her cheek, and then stretched out her tongue to lick it off - Hun Linglan's goal was not to win as simply as before, but to bleed in the process of achieving it. At this moment, she felt something so intense that it almost covered her body.

Trembling excitement, what she pursues is this emotional release, this joy of fighting, this bleeding pain.

His fingers slowly grasped the gun handles of the "hour hand" and "minute hand", and the touch of the solid Bodhi wood came to his fingers - the ice wall still existed, and the small hole that the ancient demon desperately broke through had repaired itself. In this ice wall

Inside is the stage for the decisive battle between the two.

The air is filled with death and extinction, and sometimes a cold breeze blows through.

The two finally looked directly at each other for the first time, and simultaneously poured all their emotions into each other, pouring increasingly intense feelings into the abyss of nothingness that did not even respond... It was a kind of calm before madness.

Two people whose mothers were killed by the same person——

Two people with half the same blood in their bodies——

Two people who are similar yet opposite——

At this moment, their final showdown began.