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89 - Awakened Hellish Being

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Chapter 89 - Awakened Hellish Being

Wang Chongyu looked down at the sword in front of him.

The pale blue BingZhui glowed with a harsh light, but it was nowhere near as cold as the hand holding him at this time, so cold and bloodless.

Wang Chongyu watched it, his gaze slowly moved upwards. He was someone who had gone through it for so many times.

"Shizun... what I promised you... I did it... You... musn't hurt Shixiong..."

A smile came from the corner of his lips, "I don't want you...regret..."

Ling Qingzi's face was blank, and he woke up in a flash. At this moment, the calmness he had always maintained seemed to have finally breached the embankment. He roared, "Shut up!"

He unscrupulously pulled out the BingZhui, allowing blood to gush from the place where it pierced. Bai Fanlu pounced on it, and his palm anxiously covered Wang Chongyu's wound.

"Chongyu! Chongyu..."

Wang Chongyu's figure swayed slightly. As if he wanted to say something, he opened his mouth but it continued to bleed. Bai Fanlu conveyed spiritual energy to him, but the BingZhui hit his vital point, and the blood could not be stopped.

"Senior...Brother..." The other person was already very weak. He firmly grasped Bai Fanlu's wrist, showing the veins on the back of his clenched hand.

"...You...don't blame Shizun..."

Wang Chongyu's breath is short, and his chest rises and falls sharply as he speaks, with each blow bringing out more blood.

"Can you...and him...he is really...very...very..."

Those eyes were staring straight at Bai Fanlu, with an eager expression in them that made people unbearable to read.

Bai Fanlu shook his head, eyes seeping red, and forced himself to calm down, "Chongyu, don't talk."

Suddenly, an immortal Qi came from behind. Bai Fanlu couldn't take care of it much, his strength was not fully recovered, so he could only cover Wang Chongyu with his body to take this move.

But as soon as he stopped with his backhand, Wang Chongyu reacted faster than him, pushing him aside with only his strength.

Ling Qingzi's palm hit Wang Chongyu directly without any hindrance. He just leaned back and fell helplessly.

Behind him is Ling Jue Peak's misty clouds, piercing the wind, like dust and smoke for hundreds of years.

Wang Chongyu closed his eyes and clearly felt that the blood in his body was about to drain. It was a thought for that person day and night, and he was now emptied by the palm of his sword.

In the end, they are nothing more than self-deception.

"Chongyu——"

Bai Fanlu shouted sternly, and was about to chase, but was caught by Ling Qingzi.

Only after this moment was wrong, that figure disappeared into the clouds, and never seen again.

Bai Fanlu was so frightened that he could not add to his anger, only the eye circles on his pale face were flushed, and his biting lip was also completely bloodless.