Yan Xixin stopped speaking inexplicably.

However, her silence made Song Qinglai feel very uneasy.

Song Qinglai pulled out his sword and danced like a fish in water.

Now, his body was light, and he was heading towards that abyss.

He knew that he had to put his heart into it.

Because the deterrent power of this thing is too great, its attraction will suck an elephant into it.

The sensation was indescribable, and his body involuntarily moved forward until he finally gave up.

What Wen Wenlan, what is the city of Fangfang?

However, he could no longer recover.

If you are happy and revenge, you will be freed.

His steps began to prostrate, and he flew like a piece of paper towards the abyss of death, the dead darkness, mixed with purple.

In the process, he felt sarcastic.

He's so weak, and he doesn't have any hope for pressure.

It's strange that he's still alive and well outside of all the crises.

"I think too highly of myself."

In the end, that circle of purple is not too bad, because in the past few days, Ziqian has been hit hard and tired...... It's almost impossible anymore.

The purple vortex had become very dim, and it should have been made of purple dry.

But inside, there's some black mixed in.

There was an extra feeling of danger, and Song Qinglai sighed.

He immediately slashed his sword, just to conquer the world.

Now he can only be embarrassed and step directly into the abyss.

He really felt sorry for it.

Who said that he didn't feel uncomfortable, but today he feels that his body is shattered.

"It actually gave me room to live?"

He was amazed and wanted to bow in awe.

It was so powerful, and in front of his eyes, it was an unwavering sea of purple.

The temperature of everything in this world is not the same.

It's a purple ocean, it looks warm, but it's actually cold.

Here, thick and thin.

"Song Qing is coming!"

Song Qing came to him, he was directly swept here by the suction, and was thrown in front of the abyss first.

But still alive.

Now, all he could hear was the voice behind him, echoing violently, and now he began to cry......

Yan Xixin still didn't speak.

Perhaps due to the lack of energy supply, the purple had begun to dim, creating a feeling of weakness that made him feel strange.

"Huh?"

How can it be!

"But I can't succumb to its feet like this!"

"Song Qing is coming...... Come on, can you still come back, why don't you come back and try. ”

Here, there is something subtle and bad.

"You are not allowed to go, do not go like him...... Really, I really want Song Qing to come and go, but you also gave me warmth, so don't go, okay? ”

Wen Xiaolan looked like a very thin girl, and she was quite soft.

But now, she persuaded herself, and she was still resolute.

directly grabbed Xuan Zhongshi's arm and didn't let him go.

This way is very straightforward, but it has an extra sense of compulsion.

"Let me out! We must rescue Song Qing! Otherwise, do you know what the consequences are? ”

This Ziqian wants a soul to fill its body, if another person dies, wouldn't Yan Xixin benefit greatly?

But these days, that's not going to work.

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I just don't listen! Anyway, your safety is as important as Song Qing's, how can you die with him? Otherwise......"

Angry and anxious, the suppressed feelings in Wen Wenlan's heart made her feel very uncomfortable endlessly.

"It's you, you don't understand my words, Song Qing is here to ......"

Wen Wenlan couldn't help it.

She still aimed at Song Qing and shouted softly.

He's like a clay sculpture of wood, because he can't break free from this gravitational pull, but he can go in.

To go in is to die.

But he didn't want to die......

Song Qinglai's body was trembling in the wind, he didn't know how he exercised it, but his body had been tempered a lot now.

The cold air made him feel like his heart was about to break.

So, he sighed, took his sword, and looked at the world in front of him.

"Don't say it, I don't have to say anything anyway, I'll help you get it done."

Suddenly, he smiled reluctantly, and it was still with his back to them, and he couldn't see it.

He held the hilt of his sword, and he looked erect and supple.

It's like a landscape, but it's so beautiful that you can't breathe.

"Song Qing is coming?"

is still powerful in the middle of the world, his mood is like a turbulent wave, and he is already a sea and a wide sky.

The breath of heaven and earth.

Song Qinglai's calmness was not acted.

He was very calm indeed, because his body was almost motionless.

When his sword was drawn, it seemed to cover up part of the purple color again.

His perception could read through the teleportation array.

But now, still a little weak, he didn't do it.

But Song Qinglai was preparing to go, he just didn't tell himself.

"Hopefully you can live."

In the end, Xuan Zhongshi couldn't go to reinforce Song Qinglai, and his heart was complicated, and he said a word to him directly.

I don't know if this sentence is useful, but there are tears in his eyes.

"Don't die, I'm sure you can live--"

Before the last words of Xuan Zhongshi appeared, a sword light suddenly exploded in front of his eyes.

While dancing, it seems to inspire a burst of color, and the colors are vibrant.

It was as if everything had lost its original color, and was dyed with a different color by Song Qinglai's gorgeous sword light.

Maybe it's a different color, and the already extraordinary purple light is even more mysterious.

Because of Song Qing's arrival, that sword was his last lore......

It has a special meaning.

though he will surely die.

Although he can only die on the battlefield.

However, from beginning to end, the momentum of Song Qinglai has not changed.

He was sad and angry, and there were other unspeakable feelings.

Now it's mixed together, like a mixed taste.

He suddenly knocked over the five-flavor bottle in his heart, and before he knew it, a kind of sourness and bitterness appeared.

"Really, torture me again."

He slashed down at this teleportation array.

It is both a whirlpool and a legend.

Then, it's still a world where one side is going to die.

But his attack didn't make any difference, the purple was still spinning, and everything seemed to be brightened up by this attack.

Is it because Song Qing is not here?

With a swing of his sword, he restored the place to light.

His sword flower is the lamp, although uncomfortable, but also restrictive.

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