That beautiful figure galloped over and arrived at the center of the battlefield in an instant.

"Dustless."

The girl's call made the possessed Chen Tian turn around.

"Wuchen, is that you?" Meng Qingjiu looked at Chen Tian with tears in his eyes, seeing his blood staining his black clothes, but the sword in his hand never looked back. Meng Qingjiu seemed to be able to feel the endless pain in Chen Tian's heart.

Sadness and anger.

She really wanted to share this pain with him.

Chen Tian just stopped for a moment, raised his sword again, and killed all the enemies in front of him.

Meng Qingjiu hugged Chen Tian tightly from behind: "Stop killing, don't kill anymore."

"boom."

Chen Tian's body trembled with demonic power, and the terrifying power made Meng Qingjiu vomit blood from his mouth.

The power of Chen Tian's sword bloomed, but it headed towards Meng Qingjiu.

"If you want to kill, just kill, Wuchen, wake up quickly." No matter how Meng Qingjiu called, Chen Tian's sword did not stop at all.

But at the last moment when it fell, four sharp swords suspended in the void blocked Chen Tian's imperial spirit.

"He can no longer look back..." In Yan Guangliu's eyes, only the sadness of regret remained.
Chapter completed!