Ou Chen never thought that he would be injured. He had not been injured for many years under the protection of Knife, and once forgot what pain felt, so his nerves became more sensitive and the pain was magnified several times.

Driven by the severe pain, Ou Chen fired desperately, but all the needle-shaped bullets were blocked by the long sword in Yang Meimei's hand and turned into ice residue and fell to the ground.

The weapon held by Yang Meimei's hand was not another object, but the Lan Yang of Mo Gu.

Since the Second Patriotic War ended in 16 years, Mo Gu has sacked one arm, but Yang Meimei's swordsmanship has become more and more sophisticated under her guidance.

Later one day, Yang Meimei defeated the half-dead Mo Gu in the competition.

From then on, Mo Gu realized that he had been swallowed up by the wave of the times and should give his hope to others, so he gave one of the Lan Lian Swords to Yang Meimei as a proof of his career.

Now, Mo Gu is dead. The Lan Yang she wore has been buried in the wind and sand of the desert in Chang'an, along with the 800,000 old Eagle Banners and 600,000 undead troops. The remaining Lan Yang is in the hands of Yang Meimei, which is also the last trace of Mo Gu in the world.

After Yang Meimei used Lan Yang to knock out all the bullets, the body taken over by the second personality directly broke forward and took Ou Chen's head on the neck.

But this time, Dao Kuang was prepared and stood in front of Yang Meimei halfway.

"Bang!" Hanting Hou and Lan Yang collided with sparks, and Dao Kuang looked at Yang Feiba coldly, as if he was looking at a corpse.

Without any warning, the terrifying thick blood began to appear in the eyes of Knife Crazy, and his body was suddenly shrouded in a devastating force. The bones all over his body were clattering in the huge force. In an instant, Hanting Hou's instantaneous slash directly broke through the sound barrier.

"Boom!" In an instant, with the sword-crazy slashing point as the center, the entire conference room was turned upside down, the walls were blown away by force in the sonic boom, and spreading cracks crawled across every corner, making the room tremble in this blow that destroyed the world, and sand was rippling down from the ceiling.

Even with her strong second personality, Yang Meimei still couldn't stand this force. Lan Yang trembled violently after being hit, and the shock of the situation directly shocked her arms to the point of being covered in blood.

"Boom!!" The second sword followed one after another, without fancy sword skills or master's posture, like the slash of an ordinary apprentice, and only pure to the extreme simplicity. However, the position of Hanting Hou running was accurate to the outrageous central axis of the human body. Whether dodging to the left or right, Yang Meimei had to escape from half of the body. The completely consistent escape distance made it difficult for her to make a decision in an instant, and thus missed the opportunity to dodge.

"Bang!!!" Yang Meimei raised Lan Yang and took the knife, at the cost of breaking three fingers and dislocating his right arm.

Sheep bleak took a few steps back, quietly pushed back her dislocated arm, and then pulled back three broken fingers. She raised her head and sniffed hard, as if she was smelling something, and said with a sneer: "After that little devil, she met the same kind again."

The hideousness on Yang Meimei's face faded away, and it was obvious that the master's personality had switched back. She whispered: "Help me, help me defeat him."

"Reject." The shocking thing happened. After the second personality regained control of the body, Yang Meimei actually threw Lan Yang out casually. She left empty-handed and said in a sarcastic tone, "I am tired of wiping your butt."

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Yang Meimei walked directly to Daokuang, held Hanting Hou and pressed the tip of the knife to his eyebrows, and sneered sarcastically: "You are so weak that you are not decent, you are not enterprising, and you will not become powerful. If you are just a dog in the world, that's fine, but you still want to protect others."

"I have no determination to become stronger, and I also want to pursue kindness that is not matched by my strength." Yang Meimei's lips raised a cold arc and said coldly, "Why are you?"

"Boom!" There was no sign, and the sound of blasting came. It was obvious that the engineer's blasting team arrived.

Under a large amount of explosives, the iron gate of the closed command was directly blown up, and the blasting center even surging with boiling and red iron.

Ye Zixiao and his comrades approached the exit, and shouted anxiously: "Baba! Run!"

Sheep Meimei's master's personality regained control and was about to turn around and escape.

However, the second personality controlled half of his body without warning, stretched out one hand to jammed his throat, and the grin on his face also indicates that the power of body manipulation is being regained: "Run? When do you want to run?"

"Bang!" The sound of the spider needle sounded. Just in the few seconds when Yang Meimei was delayed by her second personality, Ou Chen fired the gun, and the poisonous spider needle penetrated her chest directly. The numbness spread throughout her body in a short time, making her kneel to the ground weakly.

When Ye Zixiao saw this scene, his heart was extremely cold.

Ou Chen did not let Yang Meimei die like this, but slapped the antidote into her mouth. After detoxifying, he grabbed her hair, raised her whole face, and then pulled out a knife that he usually used to abuse cats, which was placed in front of Yang Meimei's eyes.

Ou Chen looked at Ye Zixiao and showed a cold smile: "Just run away like this? No matter how you companions?"

Yang Feimei was trembling in fear, and kept crying, saying tremblingly: "Zi Xiao, don't worry about me."

First it was Mo Gu, then Luo You, and then Yang Meimei. The old friends were killed one after another. Ye Zixiao's emotions were a little uncontrollable. He was about to save Yang Meimei, but he was slapped in the face.

Jing Chengkong grabbed Ye Zixiao's collar tightly, shook him hard, and hissed: "One or three deaths?"

Jing Chengkong gave Ye Zixiao a multiple-choice question.

Run, only sheep bleat, one dead.

Impulsively, you die, sheep bleat, I will die with you, three of you.

This question made Ye Zixiao froze in place, and he almost bit his lower lip to pieces.

If you can die meaningfully, it is not impossible to die with your lover, but now any sacrifice is meaningless and in vain

Why do you have to solve the problem of one death if you can die?

In the sad eyes, Ye Zixiao looked at Yang Baiba and said tremblingly: "I'm sorry."

Yang Meimei was still crying, but there was no sadness or blame. Instead, she looked at Ye Zixiao with relief and nodded obediently.

The moment Ye Zixiao and others fled, Ou Chen's irritable roar also sounded: "Do you dare not listen to my orders?!"

"Puchi!" The knife in Ou Chen's hand slashed bloodyly across Yang Feimei's eyes, poking her eyes blinded.

Blood gathered on her face into a stream. From this moment on, Yang Meimei never saw the light again in her life. Even if her hands were alive, her swordsmanship had been scrapped, and she would be a useless person from now on.

When her eyes were poked blind, a sad smile appeared on Yang Meimei's face: "Why did I get rid of you as a waste?"

Ou Chen watched Ye Zixiao and others run farther and farther away. He couldn't shoot with a spider needle. He kept stabbing Yang Feimeiba with a knife, poking one blood hole after another, and shouting violently: "Run! Keep running! As long as you don't come back and die, I will torture her every day! Let her live a life worse than death!!!" I want to talk about "The Era of Destruction" with more like-minded people, "           " Read novels, talk about life, find a friend~
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