Even with the body of Saint Heng's sun and moon, celestial and demon divine body, it cannot withstand a Divine Weapon like the Celestial Maiden Sword!
Feeling a sharp weapon piercing fiercely through his heart, Li Hengsheng lifted his head and looked at the face before him. At this moment, the greater pain was not from the sword, but from the one holding it!
Seeing Li Hengsheng's gaze on her, Lu Qiaoqiao also closed her eyes, with a tear streaming down her cheek.
Although she was currently Li Xuanxi, she still shared memories and emotions with Lu Qiaoqiao.
The sword seemed to have pierced her heart as well.
"I'm sorry."
"Someday, I will resurrect you. By then, do what you wish with me!"
After saying this, Lu Qiaoqiao pulled out the sword that had been stabbed directly into Li Hengsheng's heart.
Blood spurted out, and Li Hengsheng felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, his entire body losing strength.
Was he about to die?
