"I won't hold back either!"

"Today, only one person can walk out of Fallen Angel Ridge alive!"

Xi Yingqing's breath was surging, her clothes were hunting, she raised her head and said in a serious voice: "If I lose, you can transform me into an avatar and become the supreme leader of my Xuantian Holy Sect. I hope you can treat my Holy Sect's disciples well."

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Xuan Wuxie was solemn, thought for a moment, and said: "If you win, I will have nothing. I only hope that Senior Brother Xi can hide me in the dark, just like this fallen god... Senior Brother Xi, please!"

"please!"

Two of the most outstanding young men in the world today, two men who are known as the most promising to become gods, finally met. They were so stunning and stunning. The divine light emitted by their magical powers illuminated the dark Fallen Temple.

, illuminated the ghostly mask on the throne, and illuminated the poignant love stories carved on the palace walls.

It is a love story between a fallen god and the woman he loves deeply.

Their talents were fully demonstrated in this battle. Although they were very young, every strike was more fierce and perfect than those of the older generation of supreme masters!

The two young men fought to their heart's content, using their most powerful magical powers. They collided and separated again and again, inflicting wounds on each other and causing fatal blows to each other again and again!

Finally, the battle ended.

Xuan Wuxie fell down.

"I lost, I still lost..."

He coughed up blood and looked at Xi Yingqing who was approaching, and said with a sad smile: "Don't let my junior sister down, I promised my junior sister..."

Xi Yingqing was slightly startled and nodded silently.

"Senior Brother Xi, act quickly. Don't wait until I die before making my clone. I'm afraid my mana will be lost when I die..."

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After a long time, "Xuan Wuxie" stood up, walked towards the throne of the fallen god, picked up the ghost face mask on the throne, and gently put it on his face.

Xi Yingqing had already turned around and walked out.

He returned to the Xuantian Holy Sect and saw the girl sitting on the roof of the Lingxiu Peak Hall. He walked up to the girl. She was his junior sister, and he had always wanted to introduce her to Xuan Wuxie's junior sister.

"Junior sister, I just saw a bird covered in blood. It got into the thorn bushes and stabbed its chest until it was bleeding. It was still singing."

Xi Yingqing stood behind the girl and sang softly: "Xuan Wuxie, Xuan Wuxie, separation from hatred, love and hatred, there will be many bitter tears..."

The girl turned around slightly, holding a mirror in her hand, with tears in her eyes, but she was still chuckling: "Brother, I can't remember what the master looks like..."

Xi Yingqing looked at the mirror in her hand, feeling sad in her heart and tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

On this day, he killed his best friend. On this day, his junior sister cut off his memory of his master, Taoist Xuanyou.

"Xuan Wuxie, Xuan Wuxie!"

A thorn bird sings sadly: "There are many bitter tears when separation from love and hatred takes place!"

"Infatuation wears a ghost face for life, and infatuation with love turns one's heart into a demon!"

"The events of the past and present are so sad and surprising; the hatred in this life is always provoked. I am so passionate that I am willing to die in this body, but I only hope to be a couple in the next life!"
Chapter completed!