My Cold CEO Fiancee

3It's good that a man is about to die, and only when he is about to die will he be able to see through what he has never been able to see before. Unfortunately, it's too late.     0

    

Ye Lingtian sized up the two elders from top to bottom, and laughed: "Violet Sect Leader realized this earlier, he wouldn't have lost so miserably."    

    

Zi Xundong burst into laughter. His eyes were still watery, "How many people in this world can see the essence through the layers of fog like you do? Even if everyone knew the risks involved, they would probably go after the fire. Who wouldn't want to break through to the Immortal Level, who wouldn't want to rule the world from the top? The temptation of Nine Heavens Pill s is too great. "    

    

Zi Xilan's hand that was holding onto his sword was shaking. In this moment of life and death fighting, he thought of his interactions with Jian Zheng, bit by bit.    

    

He remembered that back then, the three of them always liked to stroll on the Yandang Mountain. At that time, Jian Zheng's smile was always as bright as the sun, just like a little boy. In the eyes of outsiders, Jian Zheng was cunning and insidious. Only those who knew him well would see that his blood was warm and his heart was so bright. It was just like how he did everything he could do today.    

    

Both Zi Xilan and Zi Xundong did not blame Jian Zheng for not having clearly explained himself, because would they listen? Jian Zheng was still the same Jian Zheng, Zi Xundong and Zi Xilan were no longer the same Zi Xundong and Zi Xilan thirty years ago.    

    

Ye Lingtian retreated to Liu Honghai's side and said to Murong Feixue, "Don't waste time. You still have to go to Zisha Island and continue wrapping the dumplings."    

    

"Yes sir!" Murong Feixue took out a flexible sword from his waist, released a string of red light, turned his head and said to the Tianji Sect Martial Cultivator in a deep voice, "Finish it quickly."    

    

There was no response. There was only an unrestrained aura of power and an ice-cold look in his eyes.    

    

"Cheer up, even if you're going to die, you still have to act like a man." Zi Xundong snapped at his subordinates.    

    

"Yes sir!" The subordinates said in unison.    

    

They were very resolute, but also very tired. Only elites would be able to last until the end, and it was also the hope of their Xixia Palace that they would be revived. But would Ye Lingtian give them the chance to recover their vitality? His Tianji Sect had been tormented to the point where his entire body was covered in wounds and it was already a miracle that his clan had not been exterminated.    

    

Master Fann Tianling, Master Zou Jiuzhou, what would you do if you saw the Xixia Palace change? This thought only flashed through Wu Tie's mind for a moment. He didn't think too much about it, and Murong Feixue wouldn't give him time to think about it.    

    

"I'll go first." Zi Xilan ignored the wound on his left arm and shook the sword in his hand. However, after exhausting too much of his inner force, he was no longer able to release the light from his inner force.    

    

"I'll go first," Zi Xundong smiled at Zi Xilan and then pouted, "Pick a more or less one. If you kill one, then it'll be one."    

    

"I also want to, but I'm afraid they won't give me the chance." Zi Xilan was facing a, and looked at the middle stage Immortal Level Martial Cultivator beside him, helplessly smiling, "It's also impossible for you to give me the chance."    

    

"Then do your best. Drink the wine that you brew yourself, taste the fruits that you make yourself, and become brothers in the next life." Wu Guanyun lightly smiled, then pointed his sword at Murong Feixue, "Today, let me experience the tenth ranked master of Immortal Sect!"    

    

"The one ranked tenth is not me, but Jian Zheng! I lost once against Jian Zheng many years ago, for the sake of Tianji Sect, I can't say it, and according to the agreement, he can't say it either, "Murong Feixue took a step back, looked at Zi Xundong's obviously trembling right hand, and said seriously," I had originally wanted to give you a fair duel, time is not allowed, after this battle, I will erect a tablet in Insigna Island, so that Jian Zheng can come here and pay respects to you.    

    

"Then I have to thank you?" Zi Xundong replied in an indifferent manner.    

    

"No need for thanks, it should be. Our generation is the last generation of elites to emerge from the traditional Immortal Sect world. Their history cannot remember us, we need to remember ourselves." Murong Feixue raised his right hand horizontally and slowly retreated. He stared at Zi Xundong's hand, and the words that came out from his mouth were as calm as the sea, "When experts fight in a straight line, this sword will not only condense my life's Cultivation Level, but also condense Qin Ruyan and Ye Lingtian's comprehension from their battle."    

    

"I'll be waiting!" Zi Xundong gathered all of his remaining Qi into the sword. The azure sword was suddenly covered by red light.    

    

"Go!"    

    

Murong Feixue's flexible sword slashed the ground and flew towards Zi Xundong's right side.    

    

Zi Xundong had a sword in his right hand and was preparing to fight with his opponent. Seeing Zi Xundong fly to the right, he felt a little confused.    

    

What was he going to do? Instinctively, Zi Xundong lowered his foot a little, like an arrow leaving the bow. No, it should be lightning in a storm.    

    

The tip of the sword was pointed straight at Murong Feixue's back.    

    

Just as Murong Feixue had said, both of them condensed all of their Cultivation Level into one sword strike.    

    

Murong Feixue wanted to end the battle quickly, and the remaining inner strength of Zi Xundong could hardly support him launching a second wave of attacks.    

    

Ye Lingtian stared at Zi Xundong's sword and nodded secretly. Even if he was practicing the martial way, at this moment, the two of them were displaying all of their moves to the extreme. If he wasn't practicing the Immortal Arts, and didn't have the Infinite Mind, it would be difficult to find the only flaw from it, a fleeting flash of an eye.    

    

The battle between two middle stage Martial Cultivator of the Immortal Level represented the highest standard in the world of Immortal Sect.    

    

Just as Zi Xundong was about to pierce Murong Feixue's back, the flexible sword swung towards the bare tree trunk. Murong Feixue's speed suddenly increased as he turned around and kicked away the Longsword s that were coming from behind him.    

    

The moment he landed, the red light scattered in all directions, causing the ground to be covered in smoke and dust.    

    

Zi Xundong lost! Murong Feixue's foot had already stepped into the Immortal Level, so what he lacked was only an opportunity.    

    

Amidst the smoke and dust, a red light blossomed. Everywhere Murong Feixue passed, a red line quietly appeared. A faintly discernible killing intent was just produced, then it was like a tsunami that covered the sky and the earth.    

    

Zi Xundong looked at Murong Feixue, who was stabbing towards him. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth raised into a smile as the hand holding the sword loosened.    

    

A red light pierced his heart.    

    

Murong Feixue turned around and kicked again to shatter his dantian.    

    

Plop!    

    

Zi Xundong fell heavily onto the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. He looked at the battlefield that was shining with inner strength, turned his head and nodded to Murong Feixue who had already landed, then lay heavily on the ground without a sound.    

    

Murong Feixue held his flexible sword and walked in front of Zi Xundong. He squatted down and said in a low voice, "You did a good job."    

    

There was no answer, only the sound of inner strength colliding not far away.    

    

It's over. Following the fall of Zi Xundong, the most dazzling era in the history of Xixia Palace came to an end. This was the period where Xixia Palace increased the fastest in the past thousand years, and also belonged to Zi Xundong. As long as the higher ups of Xixia Palace had even the slightest bit of patience, or in other words, if Mianyang's events were to be delayed for thirty years, the outcome would definitely be different.    

    

After Zi Xundong fell, Zi Xilan's chest was also pierced by the Tianji Sect Martial Cultivator. He had been fighting continuously for two hours now. His internal energy had been depleted to the extreme and he was already at the end of his tether.    

    

The battlefield finally quieted down. Murong Feixue turned to Ye Lingtian and asked tentatively, "Can you save some time to bury Zi Xundong and Zi Xilan?"    

    

Ye Lingtian took out his cellphone and looked at it. He nodded, "Clean the battlefield quickly. Not only do we need to bury their bodies, our men also need to bury them properly. Is thirty minutes enough?"    

    

"Enough, we are Martial Cultivator s of the Immortal Level." Murong Feixue smiled gratefully at Ye Lingtian.    

    

This expression made Liu Honghai, who was standing at the side, very injured. From this, he saw a sense of desolation.    

    

Ye Lingtian looked at Murong Feixue's lonely figure. He couldn't bear it anymore, but what else could he do? This batch of Immortal Sect Martial Cultivator s were truly strong and very loyal, but when their private thoughts went wrong, they would become fearless and brave, and then become cruel.    

    

The most dangerous thing in the world was the human heart. Ye Lingtian didn't dare to gamble. He had seen far too many cruel things along the way.    

    

He took out a Hongta from his pocket, and suddenly remembered the words Old Bastard said when he passed him a cigarette on the battlefield — actually smoking wasn't a good thing, but sometimes it was a good medicine that could calm the throbbing soul and comfort the lonely heart.    

    

This kind of scene, was it similar to the battlefield from back then? Those enemies who had fallen down were also boiling with passion, and they also had good feelings for their brothers. However, if they were allowed to leave this place alive, they would quickly show their incomparably cruel side.    

    

"After this battle, only less than a tenth of Tianji Sect's brothers remain, right?" A voice sounded beside Ye Lingtian, interrupting his thoughts.    

    

Ye Lingtian took a long drag on his cigarette and nodded at Ye Zijie: "No more than that."    

    

"I'm wrong, they can no longer call themselves Tianji Sect's brothers." Ye Zijie stared at Ye Lingtian's gloomy face and said coldly, "They are your men. Sect Leader Murong is yours. Fifth Elder is yours too."    

    

Ye Lingtian laughed, and turned around to face Ye Zijie. "That's right, the world of Immortal Sect has changed."    

    

"Why didn't you give my parents a chance?" Ye Zijie took a deep breath, his eyes were red, his hand holding the weapon was shaking, "Even if you can see that this is just a play, it's not worth it to push them into the sea of flames and blades!"    

    

I'm sorry, as the commander in chief of war, in my eyes, every chess piece should have their own uses. Tawana Island requires Hall Lord s who can raise the morale, and as my nominal parents, they also have such influence. " Ye Lingtian threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, "Even Xie Shangfeng can die, why can't they?"    

    

"You are too cold-blooded, one day you will have your retribution!" Ye Zijie's eyes widened, "You will definitely have your retribution!"    

    

Ye Lingtian shrugged his shoulders, and the words he spat out were as cold as ice on the ground: "You aren't the first one to say that, and you aren't the last. Since the day I picked up the knife to kill someone, I've been living with retribution. Since everyone is not in a hurry, let's just fight more fiercely. With all the dirty stuff gone, it would be much easier to fight later on. "