Princess Against the World

Du Ziming is going to break the boat, and he will also drag Qiu Wushuang to bury him in death!

Ling Luoyu's lips gave a thin smile: "I want someone to die with you, I'm afraid they will disagree!"

With an awe-inspiring smile, the soul blade broke out, whistling and killing, ruthlessly directed towards Du Ziming.

Under the absolute coercion of the Primal Chaos Spirit, Du Ziming simply did not have the strength to make a second move.

All his profound energy was placed on the golden sword that killed Qiu Wushuang.

Now that the Primal Chaos Spirit was overwhelming, and the soul blade came to kill, he had no chance to fight back.

"puff!"

The soul blade dared to penetrate his chest!

Blood splatter!

Ignoring the penetrating wound in his heart, his eyes locked on his golden sword.

When a person is in a desperate situation, he will have no attachment to his own vitality, because he knows that he must die.

At this time, Du Ziming was more concerned about taking Qiu Wushuang to the Yellow Spring.

Even if he died, he would die with his favorite woman.

Ling Luoyu grabbed the void with his right hand, and the Primal Chaos Spirit rose up tyrannically, like a shield, lying in front of Qiu Wushuang.

"boom!"

The Golden Sword hit the Chaos Yuan Ling and rotated in.

Ling Luoyu's fingertips tightened in the void, and the Primal Chaos Spirit was even more powerful. With the force of mad pressure, the golden sword was tightly bound.

Du Ziming's eyes showed a touch of despair, "No..."

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank slightly, and the right hand that he grabbed out slowly tightened.

Under her control, the golden sword was slightly squeezed by the Primal Chaos Spirit until it was distorted and transformed into a useless waste sword.

Hao's wrist flipped, Ling Luoyu used his strength to throw the golden sword towards Du Ziming.

"Ding Dong!"

The golden sword fell on the ground, bounced a few times, and then remained motionless, like Du Ziming's heart.

He felt that his heartbeat seemed to stop beating, and his whole body collapsed and weakened, and finally he slowly tilted down and knelt on the ground.

Fresh blood ran out of his chest, bleeding from the corners of his lips, and his eyes dull.

"No... how could this be? How could this be!"

Everything is going according to the plan he set!

Everything is so perfect!

But this kind of perfection, after hitting Ling Luoyu, turned out to be so vulnerable!

The chess game he worked hard for many years turned into a dead game in an instant!

Do not!

He shouldn't have died so decadently!

This is not the ending he should have!

Do not!

A corner of his clothes entered his eyes, shaking his eyes.

Ling Luoyu was condescending, his eyes quiet and murderous.

"Du Ziming, when you had a murderous heart against my father, you should have thought that it would be such an ending... In your game, he is the most innocent person! Even under Jiuquan, he would not understand , Why didn’t I die in the hands of the enemy, but in the hands of my fellow robes!"

"Haha..." Du Ziming laughed suddenly, his eyes were crazy: "Ling Luoyu, what about you killing me? Your father is dead! He is still dead! I still live more than ten years longer than him... Earned...Haha!!!"

Ling Luoyu scorned his lips: "But I will take your head to sacrifice him! What about you?! I'm afraid I will become a lonely ghost. There is no one who burns paper for you?!

Du Ziming's laughter abruptly stopped, and suddenly he stood up, looking aggressively.

"Ling Luoyu, even if I become a lonely ghost, I won't let you go!"

Ling Luoyu sneered disapprovingly, and suddenly grabbed the wound on his chest with his fingertips, squeezed it fiercely, blood gurgling out.

"I have killed countless people! How can I be afraid of a lonely ghost like you?! I do things with a clear conscience, not afraid of you little ghosts knocking on the door!"

Hey, girls, scumbags, don’t you have any points to express? (*￣3)(ε￣*)