Nangong Heng tried his best to burst out powerful force, and his right hand crossed Baili Zemu's neck.

A high splash of blood shocked everyone's eyes. Baili Zemu staggered back and looked at him in disbelief. At this time, he felt something was wrong in his neck and subconsciously reached out to cover it.

Blood kept flowing from his fingers.

The thickest blood vessel in Bailizemu's neck was cut. He widened his eyes. He had clearly cut off Nangong Heng's sword and knocked it away. How could he still hurt himself with a sharp weapon?

Nangong Heng had no sword, but he still had a flying knife in his hand.

That small, very ordinary, but very sharp flying knife.

The three small flying knives saved Yan Qingrui's life from Baili Zemu.

Now, one of these three small flying knives cut off the major artery between Bailizemu's neck.

Nangong Heng smiled with satisfaction, and then he leaned back and fell to the ground with a bang.

Yan Qingrui felt her mind trembling. Just now, when Baili Zemu's sword pierced into his chest, her heart seemed to be grabbed. If there was really a father and daughter who said it together, she could almost be sure now, maybe that's it.

She rushed to the stage and rushed towards Nangong Heng.

Xie Wuxin raised his hand and said, "Flower Spirit Condensation, catch it!"

When Yan Qingrui heard the sound of the wind, she stretched out her hand without looking back and caught the small bottle that Xie Wuxin threw. There were three flower essence condensed in the small bottle.

The flower essence condensed dew is water, but the flower essence condensed dew is a pill.

Yan Qingrui arrived in front of Nangong Heng almost instantly. Looking at Nangong Heng with a golden face, she unscrewed the bottle mouth and poured all three flower essences into Nangong Heng's mouth.

At this time, Nangong Heng opened his eyes very hard, looked at Yan Qingrui, showed an extremely weak smile, and his lips were stammering.

Yan Qingrui approached and heard Nangong Heng murmuring: "Jinyu, wait for me..."

Baili Zemu covered his neck unwillingly, but even though his martial arts had reached its peak, he could only die in the face of such injuries. He could not cover the splattered blood, and he could not cover the wound that was opened.

He wanted to move and asked someone to save him, but as soon as he moved, his knees weakened and he fell to the ground.

Until his death, he was unwilling to believe it.

How is this possible?

Nangong Heng obviously had no strength and his blood was drained. How could he still shoot such a knife?

He had obviously controlled the situation, had already thought of a way out, and had prepared a direction for his escape, but at this time, he was injured by someone who was the least likely to hurt him!

In his life, Baili Zezemu plotted against others and played with others in his hands, but he had never experienced such setbacks.

As a child of a noble family, he walked in the world like a fish in water.

With the advantage of young talents, he made friends and then used them one by one. Those people eventually became stepping stones on his way forward.

Nangong Heng is, many people are.

With his exquisite calculations and treacherous means, he joined the Seven Demon Sect, eroded the Seven Demon Sect, controlled the Seven Demon Sect, and turned such a large force into his own.

His life was successful, proud, and full of energy.

But now, he actually died at the hands of Nangong Heng.

In his life, he devoted so many women to him, but he never got a beloved woman, both body and heart.
Chapter completed!