The woman's name was Dong Xiaorou. At this moment, the blood on her wound was still flowing rapidly. As time passed, she gradually couldn't support it anymore, but she still persisted.
Dong Xiaorou's martial arts were not as good as her husband's. She knew that if her husband had not brought her to break through with him, he would have been able to escape this Death Gate Array alone. At this moment, she felt as if she had become a burden.
Dong Xiaorou also loved her husband very much. On the mountain of the sect, she would miss every scene of their interaction with each other all the time. When she was seventeen, she met her husband on the mountain and fell in love with him. They had been together for decades and had never quarreled. She felt that she was the happiest woman in the world because her husband always gave in to her.
At this moment, she understood that if the array was to shrink by a few meters, it would be difficult for her husband to escape no matter how powerful his martial arts were. In an instant, she thought of death. She wanted to die under the other party's sword. When one of the opponents was about to swing his sword, she almost gave up resisting. She closed her eyes and thought to herself, A husband that would never leave again. Then, they waited for death to arrive. However, just as the sword was about to land on her head, she heard a clang and was knocked away by another sword. The owner of this sword was her husband.
Duan Qingkong seemed to have seen through his wife's thoughts. He knocked the sword off his wife's head and hugged her tightly. A teardrop fell from the corner of his eye. It penetrated the air and fell on the dusty ground, stirring up many mottled tears. However, the two sides who were fighting did not notice this scene. Zhang Shengquan, who was far away, saw this scene. His heart suddenly ached, and he had an ominous feeling.
Duan Qingkong quickly raised the sword in his hand above his head. Suddenly, he flew up from where he was standing and swung the tip of the sword downward. He suddenly shouted,""Falling Leaves, Broken Yang.”
When Zhang Shengquan heard these four words, his face suddenly turned pale. He shouted to his subordinates beside him,"Not good, don't dodge.”He said this because he knew what this move meant.
As soon as Zhang Shengquan finished speaking, Duan Qingkong spun at a high speed in the sky. As the sword in his hand spun, it stirred up waves of sword light. The sword light that was still silver a moment ago had turned into a faint golden color at this moment. His hand that was holding the sword was trembling as if he could not fully unleash the power of this move.
All of a sudden, Zhang Shengquan had a terrible idea. He knew what Duan Qingkong had done just now, but he didn't have time to think too much. The sword waves in the barrier were too much for him to bear.
In a flash, the barrier around them was distorted by Duan Qingkong's sword wave and finally dissipated.
At this moment, Zhang Shengquan was also bleeding from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered internal injuries.
The people inside the Death Gate Formation painfully resisted the sword wave that came at them. Those who had weaker internal strength had already exhausted their bodies. At this moment, they could not run even if they wanted to. Once they gave up on defense, they would be killed by the sword ripples thousands of times. Beads of sweat were dripping down everyone's faces. Their internal strength was also being consumed rapidly. Just as they were about to give up, the sword wave gradually slowed down.
Duan Qingkong's spinning allowed him to see their faces clearly. At this moment, he had almost lost all of his internal energy, but he still used his last bit of strength to throw his wife far away from the area surrounded by the enemies. He also fell heavily from the sky, sending dust flying everywhere. Following that, sharp swords slowly stabbed into his body. At that moment, Duan Qingkong didn't feel any pain at all. The corners of his mouth curled up into a blissful smile. In the end, he slowly closed his eyes, leaving no regrets behind.
The sound of metal shattering came from his body, echoing through the night sky. The sound was so clear, with a hint of desolation. All of them were cultivators, and they all understood what had just happened. At the last moment, Duan Qingkong burned his vital essence ball and used the fire of life to increase his internal strength instantly. He used his own strength to break the array. He did this to save someone, the wife he loved the most in this life.
Burning the vital essence of life was something that all self-cultivators knew, but it was also something that no self-cultivator dared to do. Burning the vital essence of life meant burning one's own life. Although one could instantly raise one's strength to a new level, the result was unbearable. The vital essence would disappear along with the power that erupted in an instant. There would not even be a chance to reincarnate or reconstruct the body. That was the absolute destruction of the soul.
"No." Dong Xiaorou screamed hysterically when she saw her husband die under the sword of her own sect. When her husband used the last move of the Sun-Splitting Sword Art, tears had already filled her eyes. Like a kite with a broken string, they rustled and drowned her world. Dong Xiaorou, who was 20 meters away, could easily escape. However, she didn't move and just stood there.
Her husband had burned the fire of his life to save her. How could she abandon him? Dong Xiaorou's world seemed to have completely dimmed in an instant. Her mind was filled with memories of the past. Her frozen gaze stopped in an empty corner and transformed into a
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