After breaking off the engagement, my aloof fiancée regretted it

Ye Tianming gritted his teeth and wielded the magic sword. The sword body emitted a dazzling light, forming a layer of protective light curtain.

The first wave of black light came and collided violently with the light curtain, making a "sizzling" sound.

Ye Tianming frantically poured the little spiritual power left in his body into the spirit sword. The spirit sword hummed and the sword body shone brightly, as if to dispel the darkness around it.

He held the spirit sword tightly in both hands. The muscles in his arms were tense and veins bulged. Every muscle was under tremendous pressure.

With the continuous impact of the black light, Ye Tianming's body gradually retreated backwards, and his feet left two deep marks on the steps.

But he had no intention of giving up. Instead, he roared and injected more spiritual power into the spirit sword.

In an instant, the first wave of black light completely dissipated.

Ye Tianming had no time to breathe a sigh of relief before the second wave of black light followed, this time with even greater power.

The spiritual sword in his hand collided with the light, bursting into brilliant sparks.

Ye Tianming only felt an overwhelming force coming through the magic sword. His arms were numb and blood was flowing from his knuckles.

But he still held the spirit sword tightly, refusing to let go.

However, this collision caused his aura to rapidly deteriorate.

His originally straight spine was slightly bent, and he was breathing heavily, and every breath seemed extremely difficult.

His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his forehead like rain.

His eyes became a little blurry, as if he would lose consciousness at any moment, but the determination in them did not diminish in the slightest.

The spiritual energy in the body quickly drained away like a river bursting its dam, and waves of pain came from the meridians, as if they were about to break.

Ye Tianming's body trembled involuntarily, his legs began to become weak, and he almost couldn't stand.

But he still relied on his strong will to hold on and not let himself fall, with only one belief in his heart: he must stop it!

Fortunately, the black light wave was consumed once again.

Ye Tianming gasped for breath and swallowed another Huiling Pill.

At this moment, the third wave of light poured down like a rainstorm.

Ye Tianming danced the spirit sword so tightly that it seemed as if he was in a sphere of sword light, trying to block every invasion of black light.

His body kept spinning, and the trajectory of the spirit sword intertwined into a brilliant light and shadow.

However, this third wave of black light was too powerful and dense.

Several of the rays of light merged together to form an even more powerful force, which actually tore apart the defense network formed by Ye Tianming's spiritual sword.

These rays of light were like ghosts, bypassing the obstruction of the spirit sword at tricky angles and attacking Ye Tianming's chest, shoulders and abdomen.

Ye Tianming wanted to dodge, but his body became sluggish due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

With a few muffled sounds, the black lights hit Ye Tianming accurately.

A charred mark suddenly appeared on his chest, the clothes on his shoulders were torn, blood was gushing out, and the wound on his abdomen was so deep that the bone was visible.

Ye Tianming groaned in pain, his body trembled violently, and he almost fell to the ground.

But he endured the severe pain and used the spirit sword to support his body to prevent himself from falling.

There was only one thought left in his mind that kept him standing steadily on the steps.

"Don't fall down!"

At this moment, Ye Tianming has reached the end of his strength.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, and every breath was like pulling a bellows, making a heavy "whoosh" sound.

His eyes became dull, and his originally bright pupils were now bloodshot, making him look exhausted.

The clothes on his body were tattered and stained with blood so that the original color could not be seen. Blood from the wound was still flowing, dripping onto the steps under his feet, forming a small and shocking pool of blood.

Seeing Ye Tianming in such a miserable state, Hong Tianjie laughed triumphantly: "Ye Tianming, you still can't get up to this level after all! You are a loser just like us! Hahaha!"

These words were like sparks, instantly igniting the anger in Ye Tianming's heart.

His eyes refocused, and he burst into a frenzy of murderous intent.

"Hong Tianjie, today either you die or I die!"

Ye Tianming roared, his voice hoarse but full of determination.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he once again gathered his remaining spiritual power into the spirit sword. The spirit sword trembled, as if responding to his determination.

Ye Tianming's hair was disheveled and he looked like a madman, desperately pouring his remaining spiritual power into the spiritual sword.

At this moment, Hong Tianjie was no longer able to continue his attack. Just a light sword strike would be enough to completely kill him.

His sword force did not diminish at all, and he carried a spirit of dying together.

The air around him seemed to be stirred by his madness, forming invisible air currents.

Hong Tianjie noticed Ye Tianming's intention, and the smugness on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by endless panic.

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair.

"No, no, Ye Tianming, you can't kill me!" Hong Tianjie shouted incoherently with a trembling voice.

He tried to step back, but his steps were weak and he almost fell to the ground.

The pressure from the stairs made it impossible for him to dodge.

Hong Tianjie waved his hands wildly, trying to block Ye Tianming's fatal blow.

"Forgive me, forgive me! I won't dare to do it again!"

His voice was tearful, and there was no trace of his previous arrogance and madness.

But the sword light whistled and penetrated the force of coercion, slowly moving towards him.

Although the cold edge had difficulty moving, it was aimed at his vital points, making a rustling sound in the void.

Hong Tianjie's body kept shaking and his face was as pale as paper.

His eyes darted around, searching for a possible way to escape, but he found himself in a desperate situation.

The previous crazy attack consumed all his strength.

At this moment, he had no strength to block such a terrifying attack.

He could only watch helplessly as he was pierced by the sharp blade like a living target.

No matter how he begged and struggled, Ye Tianming turned a deaf ear to him.

The cold Sha Yi approached him step by step with a resolute momentum.

The chill of the sword's edge made his hair stand on end.

Hong Tianjie's psychological defenses completely collapsed, his body fell limply to the ground, and he looked at the falling sword light in despair.

puff!

The sword pierced through his heart, and the violent power exploded in his heart, instantly consuming all his vitality.

Hong Tianjie's eyes widened, staring at Ye Tianming without blinking, with a strong sense of unwillingness and fear still remaining in his eyes...