This is the decision of the third senior brother, and it is also a gamble for the entire Xiaoyaomen.
Muyan closed her eyes, did not participate in the battle, but sat on the ground, plucking the strings.
The fighting is so brutal.
It rained.
Ling Yusheng's dantian Mingyin Shengyan burned.
Qin Jiu's body was split inch by inch, and the charred internal organs leaked out of the hole.
The way they die varies.
But the same thing is, everyone took the initiative to bump into Luo Yunxiao's attack and chose to die.
The same thing is, before they died, they all shouted that sentence with their last strength: "Little uncle, we... wait for you to go home."
Muyan felt tears flow down from her eyes.
There was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
But she didn't stop playing the piano, the blood from her fingertips stained the strings red.
It seems that because of this, the melodious piano sound has an indescribably sad and desolate sound.
This life, this night, will last forever, and you will be free and easy forever.
We are Xiaoyaomen, the Xiaoyaomen who will never leave, live and die together.
Yun Ruohan looked down at the long sword piercing his chest. The black and red flames burned his body and soul bit by bit.
The piercing pain made even his lips turn pale and blue.
But there was a shallow and gentle smile on his face, and he said softly: "Little uncle, Xiaoyaomen is not your nightmare... If you were enchanted because of us, then please come back for us... Come back!"
"No matter what you become, you are our little uncle..."
"Xiaoyaomen is your eternal home."
Mingyin Shengyan curled up, completely swallowing Yun Ruohan's vitality.
But Luo Yunxiao did not take back the natal sword in his hand, but let Mingyin Shengyan burn the few natal swords left.
A pair of sword eyebrows slowly frowned, and a bewildered expression appeared in the red pupils.
Because these people were not killed by him.
Each of the five people from Xiaoyaomen bumped into him by himself and died in his hands.
Why
Just to say something to him: Little Martial Uncle, we are waiting for you to go home.
Did they think that Luo Yunxiao's soul could be awakened in this way
It's ridiculous!
"Luo Yunxiao" wanted to show a mocking smile, but suddenly felt some hot and humid liquid flowing from his eye sockets.
He reached out and touched his face, his palm was wet.
tears
Did he cry
How can this be? He is heartless, heartless, loveless and desireless, only hatred, a world-destroying demon!
Whoosh!
At this moment, a black arrow flew towards him.
Luo Yunxiao grabbed it casually, and the arrow covered with the power of the curse had been reduced to dust in his hands.
The restlessness in his heart was suddenly ignited by this arrow at this moment.
Stretching out his hand to grab it in the air, he had already grabbed Chu Moli's throat and grabbed him in front of him.
Luo Yunxiao looked at him coldly: "What are you doing? Do you think these tricks will be useful? I repeat, Luo Yunxiao's soul has long since disappeared, and all of your efforts are useless."
A smile slowly appeared on Chu Moli's pale face, "Uncle, do you still remember? At this time, what I shot was not one arrow, but two arrows."
Luo Yunxiao frowned, and suddenly turned to look in Muyan's direction.
I saw an arrow hovering in front of her, spinning rapidly.
A blood-stained fibrous hand grasped the arrow, and then slowly sucked it into the palm.