C172 (2/2)

A mass of human figures suddenly leaped up and seemed to transform into five people in the air. They descended from different angles. It was the old man's illusion technique! Long Feiyu increased his speed, and in an instant, he disappeared from the spot he was pointing, and upon landing on the ground, the old man suddenly turned his back to the wind, the old man's reaction was extremely fast, the old man had already turned around, a palm had already reached his chest, in the midst of all his work, he unleashed two palms, but the other party's palm seemed to have disappeared suddenly, a sharp pain came from his lower abdomen, his body flew out, and actually got kicked by Long Feiyu ruthlessly. The old man's lower abdomen was instantly covered in mud, and before he could even scream a scream, his forehead was numb, and he fell!

Without being prepared for it, Long Feiyu had been struck by his palm and he spat out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, the two had exchanged almost a hundred blows, and could be considered to have returned the blow with a finger and a kick!

The old man's Immolation Moon Soul-Splitting Palm could only temporarily drain him of energy, but the finger attack could cause the old man to lose his life forever! This was the most intense battle Long Feiyu had ever fought in his life. An expert like this was something that could only be found by luck. Perhaps there was a saying that was right: one should never forget the cold. When one's martial arts had reached his level, he was lonely!

Yue Yuchun had already carried Qiong Er to the edge of the forest, but she was unable to enter because a tall figure was standing in front of her!

Yue Yuchun had already lost hope, Master Granduncle was once one of the three great experts of the Moonworshiper Church, roaming the martial arts world for more than forty years. Fifty years ago, after the Moonworshiper Church was heavily injured, he retreated from the martial arts world, and specialized in cultivation.

However, Long Feiyu didn't plan to make his move, he didn't even look at her. Instead, he was looking at Qiong Er in her embrace, who had yet to wake up, who was breathing rapidly and slowly, heavy and light at times. Long Feiyu's face was also changing unpredictably, sometimes with extreme gentleness and sometimes with sorrow. Even though Qiong Er treated him like this, he still did not hate her!

Two clan members who were originally enemies of life and death stood together, they looked like two ordinary passers-by, both of them looking at the same person. It was just that Yue Yuchun was a little worried and afraid, would he kill her? She had lived a lonely life. Originally, she thought that she was no longer afraid of death, but when death truly came before her and she was powerless to fight back, fear would still exist in her heart. Long Feiyu however had extremely complicated feelings. Qiong Er, what kind of person are you exactly? I took away your body, and you arranged a series of tricks for me. I coughed up a mouthful of blood, and you also gave me back a mouthful.

After a long while, Long Feiyu said softly, ”When she wakes up, tell her to take care!”

Yue Yuchun lifted his head. There was some astonishment in his eyes, and also some sadness.

Wherever the light wind blew, Long Feiyu's body was already on horseback. With a pinch of his legs, he left in a cloud of dust.

Yue Yuchun stood there in a daze. Originally, escaping from death was enough to make her happy, but for some reason, she did not feel anything. Qiong Er moved in her embrace and slowly opened her eyes. She seemed to have thought of something and his face turned deathly pale, her eyes lifeless.

She looked at her master blankly, as if she did not know him.

Yue Yuchun's eyes were already moist, and gently called out: ”Qiong Er, are you better now?”

Qiong Er slowly descended towards her horse. She did not turn her head back nor did she say a word.

Yue Yuchun became anxious: ”Qiong Er, where are you going?”

Qiong Er turned around and glanced at her; with just that one glance, Yue Yuchun was unable to say another word. She already knew that the disciple would never let her go, because her use of her, along with the feelings she cared about the most, were gone. Her heart was dead, but her hatred still existed!

Qiong Er got on his horse, but she was not stable on it. With a pinch of her legs, she galloped away, heading in the opposite direction from where the man had come from!

Yue Yuchun's expression was dejected, and together with the corpse of an old man beside her, they formed a piece of completely still writing. Fallen leaves floated down, and she suddenly shouted towards the sky: ”Am I wrong? Did I make a mistake in avenging the Moon Worship Tribe? Why did it end like this? Why? Who can tell me? ”

No one could tell her why. Only the leaves floated down, gently falling on her shoulders. It was as if it was comforting her, but also as if it was sighing for her.

In a roadside restaurant in CHENGZHOU, a young man with a full beard was eating his meal slowly. Beside him was neither a weapon nor a big bag of luggage, only a small packet, but it was like a piece of cloth. It was obvious that it was not thick. Long Haikong had already been hiding in the mountains for a few days. During this time, he did not drink, nor did he eat, nor did he bathe, instead, he did not care about these things. He only wanted to restore his former tranquility, but this request was already an unattainable dream for him.