Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 44 Broken Blade

"boom!"

A loud bang!

The monster's body flew backward, a large hole appearing in its chest.

The flesh and blood at the entrance of the hole looked as if they had been charred.

But soon, the missing flesh and blood began to repair itself rapidly.

The monster rose from the mud.

As if it hadn't been hurt at all, it grinned, its voice hoarse and sinister: "It's useless. Even if you punch me a hundred times, it won't matter..."

Luo Qingfeng clenched his fists, stood there, breathing heavily, his face turning deathly pale.

The wounds on his stomach and back had widened from the constant fighting, and blood kept gushing out, soaking his robes and flowing down his legs into the muddy ground.

Then, it flowed everywhere along the muddy water on the ground.

The grass where he stood was now a pool of blood.

But he still clenched his fists, channeled all his strength, and charged forward.

In his blood-stained vision, he seemed to see that delicate figure in a red dress, smiling innocently at him.

"Brother Feng..."

She waved and called out in a clear, crisp voice.

"boom!"

The fist, glowing with blood, slammed heavily into the monster's body, while the monster's claws instantly pierced through his chest.

She was just a hair's breadth away from capturing his heart.

The violent impact sent them flying backward.

The moment the claw withdrew from the chest, it brought with it a spray of crimson blood, like specks of plum blossoms, which fell to the ground.

Luo Qingfeng fell heavily into the mud.

Blood gushed from the hole in his chest, instantly staining his entire chest and the soil beneath him red.

The pain has become numb.

Death has become insignificant.

He trembled as he slowly crawled out of the mud, looking like a blood-soaked man.

A wave of dizziness washed over me.

He staggered backward a few steps, almost falling over again.

Suddenly, his hand inadvertently grabbed something, catching his body as he was about to fall.

Turning my head, I saw it was a knife.

—A rusty, chipped blade, a broken knife he had discarded in the mud.

The blood on the ground flowed into the soil where the broken blade was embedded and disappeared.

And the blood in his hand was flowing into the hilt of the knife in streams.

At that moment, the broken sword seemed to tremble suddenly.

Then, a sudden, throbbing sound, like a pulse, came from within the blade: "Thump... thump... thump..."

In Luo Qingfeng's sea of ​​energy, the red bead that had been quietly floating there suddenly lit up, and blurry sword shadows seemed to appear inside.

Of course, Luo Qingfeng didn't see any of this.

He only felt that the broken knife in his hand seemed to have suddenly become different, as if it had suddenly established some kind of connection with him.

When the monster opposite him raised its blood-stained claws and charged at him again, he suddenly gripped the broken sword on the ground. The star power within his body instantly flowed unimpeded through his palm and into the blade.

"Whoosh!"

The monster, with its sharp claws and ferocious expression, pounced.

Luo Qingfeng gripped the hilt of his knife tightly. In the instant the monster's claws stabbed at him, he pulled the broken knife from the mud and, with a "whoosh," pierced through the gaps in its claws, thrusting it into its chest!

The broken blade emitted a snow-white light, still sharp, instantly piercing its flesh and penetrating its chest!

The monster immediately raised its sharp claws and froze in front of him.

But suddenly, it grinned maliciously: "What's the use? In front of you, I am immortal. No matter how many times you stab me, it won't make a difference..."

As soon as it finished speaking, it suddenly stiffened and looked down.

"laugh!"

Luo Qingfeng drew his sword and staggered back a few steps, dodging its blood-red claws.

The monster stood frozen in place, head bowed, staring in disbelief at the wound on its chest inflicted by the broken blade.

This time, the small wound did not heal and was still bleeding rapidly. A swirling, strangling force had entered its body.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, the four stars within Luo Qingfeng's body shone brightly, and all the star power surged like a tide into his arm and into the broken sword in his hand!

Meanwhile, the broken blade was already stained with scarlet blood.

The monster suddenly turned ferocious and crazed, roaring as it lunged at him!

"Whoosh!"

A crimson blade flashed, and the monster's two claws were instantly severed.

The monster crashed to the ground, letting out a frenzied roar.

It jumped up from the ground again!

But at that moment, the broken blade, which had been gathering power, flashed with a blood-stained crimson light. Suddenly, it shot out like a sharp arrow, piercing its heart with a "thud" and penetrating its entire body!

Crimson thorns, broken blades like arrows!

The monster shuddered and froze in place.

A moment of silence.

It suddenly staggered back a few steps, and then fell backward to the ground with a "thud".

The parasitic demon shares a body with a human.

Whether the head is severed or the heart is destroyed, death will occur.

It lay on the ground, its scarlet eyes wide open, its face contorted with rage and disbelief. Even now, it still couldn't believe that it had been killed by the person in front of it.

"You...you are clearly just a...scholar...scholar..."

It opened its mouth wide, and a large amount of blood gushed out. Suddenly, a large cloud of black mist appeared at its heart, hissing as it was being strangled by the blade, before quickly disappearing...

"I'm not reconciled... I'm not reconciled..."

It let out a weak growl.

Luo Qingfeng, pale-faced and covered in blood, walked step by step to its front.

Its wide, scarlet eyes stared at the boy before it, filled with a frenzied hatred!

But suddenly, that hatred receded like a tide.

Its body suddenly shrank, returning to its original size.

The cracks on its face, the split corners of its mouth, and its ferocious expression all changed rapidly, returning to their former appearance.

It shed its demonic form and regained its human form.

It transformed into her, gazing at him with tender and sorrowful eyes, her gaze gradually filling with glistening tears.

"Cousin...cousin, I'm...I'm sorry..."

After she finished speaking those last words, she opened her eyes, her pupils dilated, and she lost her life.

Luo Qingfeng stood motionless in front of her, like a stone tablet.

The autumn rain began to fall again, washing away the blood on the ground and cleansing the filth, while also bringing a deeper chill.

Daylight broke, then darkness fell again.

Night falls, and then light returns.

The rain finally stopped the next day.

Luo Qingfeng walked out of the mountain valley, left the village, and headed towards the town.

The valley has returned to its former tranquility.

But in front of that newly erected grave, there was another new grave, with a bouquet of freshly bloomed flowers on it.

The rain has washed away the dust from its petals.

The blooming flowers, beautiful and romantic, are just like her, once wearing a pink dress, gentle and kind.

(End of this chapter)