Chapter 5118

This is the decision of the Third Elder martial brother and the gamble of the whole xiaoyaomen. Mu Yan closed his eyes and didn't go to fight. Instead, he sat on the ground and plucked the strings. The fighting is so cruel. The rain fell down. Ling Yusheng's Dantian is burning. Qin wine's body was split inch by inch, and the charred viscera flowed out of the hole. They die in different ways. But the same thing is that everyone takes the initiative to hit Luo Yunxiao's attack and chooses to die. The same thing is, before they died, they all used their last strength to shout out the sentence: "little martial uncle, we... Wait for you to go home." Mu Yan feels that tears flow down from his eyes. There's blood dripping out of the corners of the mouth. But she didn't stop playing. The blood on her fingertips turned the strings red. It seems that it is because of this that the melodious sound of the piano is filled with sadness and desolation. This life, this night long, carefree forever. We are the xiaoyaomen, the xiaoyaomen who will never leave and live together. Yun Ruohan looks down at the sword that pierces his chest. The black red flame is burning his body and soul. The piercing pain made his lips pale and blue. But a light and gentle smile appeared on his face, and he said in a soft voice: "little martial uncle, xiaoyaomen is not your nightmare... If you were possessed by us, please come back for us!"“ No matter what you become, you are our little martial uncle... "Xiaoyaomen is your forever home." Ming Yin Sheng Yan curled, completely engulfed the vitality of cloud if cold. But Luo Yunxiao didn't take back his Benming sword, but let Mingyin Shengyan burn the few Benming sword left. A pair of sword eyebrows slowly wrinkled up, and the red pupil eyes showed a puzzled look. Because he didn't kill these people. Each of the five people in xiaoyaomen was hit by himself and died in his hands. Why? Just to say to him: little martial uncle, we are waiting for you to go home. Do they think that this will awaken Luo Yunxiao's soul? It's ridiculous“ Luo Yunxiao wants to show a sarcastic smile, but suddenly feels that there is something hot and humid flowing out of her eyes. He reached for his face and his palms were wet. Tears? Did he cry? How is that possible? He is heartless, heartless, loveless and lustless, only the devil of hatred! Whoosh! Just then, a black arrow flew towards him. Luo Yunxiao grabs the arrow which is full of the power of the curse and turns it into powder in his hands. His restlessness was suddenly ignited by the arrow at this moment. Reach out to volley a to grasp, have already buckled Chu Mo to leave of throat, caught him in front of the body. Luo Yunxiao looked at him coldly: "what are you doing? Do you think these tricks will work? I repeat, Luo Yunxiao's soul has already disappeared. It's useless for you to do this. " On Chu Mo Li's pale face, a smile slowly appeared, "little martial uncle, do you remember? At this time, what I shoot is not one arrow, but two arrows. " Luo Yunxiao frowned and suddenly turned to look at the direction of Mu Yan. I saw an arrow hovering in front of her, spinning rapidly. A hand full of blood fibrinogen, grasp the arrow in the hand, and then slowly inhale into the palm.