Chapter 48

  His sword was too fast, so fast that it made people dizzy, and all they felt was a flash of cold light in their eyes. It was impossible to distinguish between the sword and its shadow. At this moment, even if Ling Feng wanted to help Murong Lingyun block that one sword, it would be impossible.

  Murong Lingyun's body could only subconsciously retreat backward, because if he dodged to one side, his speed was simply not fast enough.

  Although he retreated quickly, he still didn't let go of Ling Feng, and Xuan Yuan's sword also came in a hurry.

  So he was destined to escape, Xuan Yuan's sword accompanied by the cold night wind stabbed straight at his neck again.

  Xuan Yuan's sword stopped less than a centimeter away from his neck, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, as if it was still cold against Murong Lingyun's skin.

  "Who can avoid the sword of this king? I'm afraid there isn't a single person in this world, and you think you have that ability?" Xuan Yuan Cheng gazed at him coldly, his hand on the hilt of his sword clearly intentionally paused.

  "Haha, haha, haha... Murong Lingyun wasn't too afraid, instead he chuckled and said, "Since I've lost to you, I'll let you decide my fate. Just hope you can keep your promise and spare Lingfeng's life." If he died, even if he could protect Feng'er, he wouldn't be able to comfort himself much, although he had a lot of reluctance..."

  "Of course. W_w_?" Xuan Yuan Chen's eyes scanned Ling Feng with a deeper meaning, half-true and half-false, saying, "How could I bear to kill her? She will be my woman tomorrow." At this moment, he had put away the ruthlessness of just now, but replaced it with another kind of cruelty.

  Ling Feng's body stiffened slightly, his eyes lifted slightly, and he stared straight at him, saying coldly, "You think you killed him, could I still marry you?" Originally agreed to marry him, it was because he saved Murong Lingyun, if he personally killed Murong Lingyun, how could she possibly still marry him.

  Xuanyuan Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a ruthless cold smile. "Do you think this matter is still under your control?" His words paused for a moment, and his eyes sank suddenly. "When you chose to betray me, you should have thought of the consequences."

  His empty hand shot out quickly, and before Murong Lingyun and Lingfeng could react, Lingfeng was already pulled into his arms. His movements were too forceful, without any gentleness, causing her to crash heavily into his chest. Her face also crashed hard against his cold, hard chest, instantly making her nose ache and her eyes well up with tears.

  She subconsciously wanted to lift her head, but he pressed it down forcefully with his hand. His cold lips deliberately approached her ear and cruelly whispered, "Tomorrow, even if you die, you will die in this king's palace..."

  His hand on her head suddenly stretched to her chin, forcing her face up, as his shocking cruelty spread in his eyes, his thin lips lightly opened and closed, and the words that came out were even colder and more ruthless. "However, I absolutely will not let you die so easily."

  Murong Lingyun was shocked to see Lingfeng being pulled into his arms, and for a moment, he forgot about the sword pointing at his neck. He hastily leaned forward, trying to pull Lingfeng back, but in an instant, his skin touched Xuan Yuan Zhen's sharp sword tip, and a bright red color instantly spread.

  "Don't." Ling Feng, who had just turned around, involuntarily exclaimed, his eyes suddenly widening in horror as he stared at Murong Lingyun.

  Murong Lingyun suddenly stopped, his body involuntarily taking a step back. Letting the fresh blood on his neck drip down drop by drop, he seemed to feel no pain at all, but in his eyes was an unmistakable weight and worry.

  "What's wrong? Heart aching?" Xuan Yuan Chen's hands forcefully grasped her waist, holding her tightly in his arms. "The game has just begun, and there will be even more exciting things to come."

  His words were cold and cruel, a natural trait of his. He had always been arrogant and acted on impulse, doing things based on his mood, without ever considering others.

  This time, he saved his enemy for this woman, but what he got in return was such deception and betrayal.

  So at this moment his cruelty was more than usual and left nothing to be desired.

  The cruel words had barely fallen when the sword in his right hand stabbed at Murong Lingyun again. Murong Lingyun instinctively retreated, but his sword was always controlled to be only a few centimeters away from his neck.

  Started playing cat and mouse again.

  Murong Lingyun's face slightly darkened, and he abruptly stopped his retreating figure, standing straight. Since he couldn't avoid it, why give him another chance to humiliate himself? "If you want to kill me, then kill me. I'd rather die than frown, for that would not be the Murong Lingyun I know." If he had to die, he would do so with dignity.

  "Hmph." Xuan Yuan Cheng let out a cold hum, his eyes gazing at Murong Lingyun with obvious disdain. This time, he seemed to have lost the patience to continue playing with Murong Lingyun. The sword in his hand didn't stop because of Murong's halt, but instead continued to thrust forward.

  Ling Feng wanted to shout but didn't dare, because she knew that all of this was her fault. The more she begged him, the angrier he would become, and Mo Rong Ling Yun would die even faster. But could she really just stand by and watch as his sword pierced Mo Rong Ling Yun?

  Ling Feng's body was momentarily petrified, unable to move even a muscle, but when he saw Xuan Yuan Chen's sword getting closer and closer to Murong Lingyun's neck, his heart suddenly tightened. However, this time Xuan Yuan Chen's sword did not fall quickly.

  It seemed to be an unconscious, instinctive reaction. Her hand quickly rose and caught Xuan Yuan's sword as it swiftly stabbed towards Murong Lingyun's neck.

  A soft and boneless hand grasped the sharp sword blade with force, and the consequences are not hard to imagine.

  In an instant, fresh blood flowed out of her fingers, drop by drop, falling to the ground and disappearing into the boundless darkness.

  Even more so, the red glow slowly left along the sharp sword, and the thick **hid the dazzling light on the sword, while the remaining temperature dissipated the icy chill on the sword in his hand.

  Murong Lingyun was suddenly shocked to the point of forgetting to breathe, his eyes wide open in an instant, and deep within them was an unbearable pain and astonishment.

  Xuan Yuan Chen was also shocked, never expecting her to make such a crazy move. However, when he saw her and Mu Rong Ling Yun's eyes meet, the unexpected shock in their eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by icy ruthlessness.

  At this moment, a slightly gentle yet naturally powerful voice suddenly came, "Cheng, stop."

  Xuanyuan Chen's body subconsciously stiffened, and the sword in his hand also paused due to that gentle voice.

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