It was not until the sound of Qin Cang's footsteps disappeared that Qin Wumian's body moved slightly. For some reason, he suddenly felt a heart-wrenching feeling.

He stood up and gently pushed open the door, but no longer saw Qin Cang's figure.

Outside the mountain gate, Qin Cang slowly walked towards the ring. On the ring, Yu Yu stood with a sword in the snow, looking at him with a smile.

Before this, Xue Zhongyu had never been on the ring. He knew that Qin Cang had reached his limit. Naturally, he, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect, should have ended in person.

Qin Cang had no expression on his face, and a long sword appeared in his hand. Even yesterday, he only responded with the guqin and never showed his sword skills.

"Qin Cang, don't you use Qin?" Xue Zhongyu smiled. He was a little regretful. The general had an explanation that he could not kill Qin Cang. If the general had the order, at least he could not send Qin Cang on his own.

But he knew that Qin Cang would definitely die today. He knew Qin Cang better than Chen Feng. He knew that once the Qin Cang challenge failed, Qin Cang would never survive.

"You don't deserve me to use the Qin." Qin Cang said with a hint of contempt. He looked down on Xue Zhongyu. He used to look down on him, but now he looks down on him even more.

"Are you irritating me?" Xue Zhongyu narrowed his eyes. He was indeed angry by Qin Cang. Why should a person who was about to die look down on him?

"I'm just explaining a fact." Qin Cang raised his head, raised his sword, and said in a plain tone: "You are just trash and don't deserve to die under my soul-breaking song."

Xue Zhongyu gritted his teeth. He had an impulse to kill Qin Cang with his own hands. He inhale hard, trying to calm down the fluctuations in his heart, but found that the more he inhaled, the greater the anger accumulated in his heart.

"Go to die!" The jade in the snow flashed, and the sword turned into a stream of light, instantly reflecting thousands of sword shadows. Snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky, causing trouble. This is the sword sect's unique skill, thousands of layers of snow.

Xue Zhongyu took a thousand layers of snow when she made a move. She was really angry with Qin Cang. He no longer thought about Chen Feng's order. At this moment, he just wanted to kill Qin Cang and kill Qin Cang in the most cruel way.

Qin Cang showed a hint of ridicule on his face. Such a state of mind could control the Sword Sect. It can only be said that there is no one in the Sword Sect. Compared with Xue Zhongyu and Xue Feige, the gap cannot be determined by reason.

Layered sword shadows attacked Qin Cang, but Qin Cang did not move. When the sword shadow came, he just turned sideways slightly, puffed, and the long sword entered his body and instantly penetrated his left chest.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Xue Zhongyu's mouth, and his heart suddenly became smooth. After all, there was nothing to worry about with a dead person.

When Xue Zhongyu was smiling, Qin Cang actually laughed. He stretched out his left hand and held Xue Zhongyu's sword tip tightly. His palm immediately flowed blood, and the sword in his right hand flashed continuously, with an extremely fast speed, instantly crossing Xue Zhongyu's neck.

Xue Zhongyu's eyes showed an incredible look. She let go, let go of her sword, and touched her neck with her hand. The blood in one hand showed unspeakable fear on his face. She leaned back and slowly fell to the ground.

Qin Cang held Xue Zhongyu's sword tip that penetrated his left chest, pulled out the sword bit by bit, stretched out his hand and pointed it in front of his chest, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

His face was pale, his mind was dazed, and he couldn't hold on until he could not hold on. He knelt on one knee.

Looking at Xue Zhongyu, whose eyes were gradually dissipating, Qin Cang raised his mouth and said softly again: "Trump."

Xue Zhongyu's eyes were full of unwillingness and she was completely unconfidence. Qin Cang's mouth kept bleeding, but she tried hard to stand up, supported the ground with a sword, looked at the sword sect opposite, and smiled.

Xue Zhongyu was dead, and no one in the Sword Sect went on the ring again for a moment. Many people in the Sword Sect looked at Xue Zhongyu's corpse, and a hint of pleasure flashed in their eyes.

One person flew to the arena. He was not from the Sword Sect, but a robbery immortal under Chen Feng. He joined the Sword Sect temporarily, naturally, with the purpose of dealing with Qin Sect.

"Master Qin, you give up." Although this man came on stage, he did not take action. Chen Feng had instructed that Qin Cang should not be killed, and that he would not want a dead Qin Cang.

But now Qin Cang looks seriously injured and wants to die. If he takes action, if Qin Cang can't hold on and dies directly, it will be his responsibility.

"I want me to admit defeat? It's very simple. Kill me and I will lose." Qin Cang coughed gently, and every word he said was accompanied by a blood clot. He was extremely weak and his voice was very low, but these immortal cultivators could hear it clearly.

"Master Qin, why bother?" The man sighed and drew his sword. He regretted that he jumped out to challenge Qin Cang at this time. He was not the only one of the Tribulation Immortals who temporarily joined the Sword Sect. He felt that he was unable to get rid of a tiger.

"Looking." Qin Cang suddenly took a step and his body disappeared instantly. The next moment, the long sword had penetrated the man's chest. With a loud bang, Qin Cang and the man fell to the ground together.

Just now, he gathered the last little strength and successfully killed this robbery immortal without any defense, but this time he really exhausted his last little vitality.

His head pressed against the body of the Tribulation Immortal, and his face was facing towards Yunwu Mountain.

Here, you can see a little shadow of Tingyu Pavilion. Qin Cang's mouth was still bleeding, and he opened his mouth slightly and actually smiled.

He seemed to see her figure appearing in the attic of Tingyu Pavilion, and waved to him with a smile. It was the woman he was begging for, it was the love of his life, but it was just an illusion after all, and he would never see it again.

Qin Cang's breath gradually disappeared, and finally he died. The whole world was quiet and there was no sound.

Ziyue fell on the ring. She bent down, her fingers gently stroked Qin Cang's face, closed his eyes, and tears fell on Qin Cang's body.

She picked up Qin Cang's long sword, stood up, faced the sword in the direction of the sword sect, raised the sword flat, and shouted loudly: "Ziyue of Qin Clan is here, who will fight?"

Everyone in the Sword Sect looked at each other, but none of them stepped onto the ring, and even the tribulation immortals under Chen Feng who temporarily joined the Sword Sect were moved.

Zi Yue’s reputation is well known to everyone in Zhongzhou. Although she is a flower spirit and her realm is only in the realm of death, she can play the song of mystery and help people improve their mood.

These are not the reasons why they dare not go to the arena. The real reason is that Chen Feng wanted to marry Ziyue, but Ziyue was a flower spirit and could not leave Yunwu Mountain.

Qin Cang was loyal to him not Chen Feng, but Ye Fei. This is also the real reason why Chen Feng was so anxious to conquer Qin Sect just after he announced his separation from the Feixian Dynasty.

Chen Feng really likes Ziyue. He knew that if he really destroyed the Qin Sect, even if he could get Ziyue, he would never have thought about Ziyue's heart in his life. Then he thought about such a scene of challenging the sect.

It’s a pity that Qin Cang’s death messed up all this.

"Zi Yue is here, who will fight?" Zi Yue shouted again with tears in her eyes, but no one was on the ring.

"Ha, cowards, they are all cowards!" Zi Yue smiled nervously, threw the sword away, and lay on Qin Cang's body and cried loudly.
Chapter completed!