The black sword seemed to be alive, constantly consuming her internal energy and physical strength, which made her feel more and more consumed, making her already exhausted body even worse.

She could feel that her breath was rapidly drying up and her physical strength was gradually losing, as if she would fall down at any time and never stand up again.

However, even in such a desperate situation, Jiang Xiruo's eyes remained firm and decisive, without wavering at all. She knew that she could not fall, because behind her, there was everything she cherished - her

Her family, her beliefs, and her pursuit of revenge.

The ancestor of the Ji family, the once aloof guardian of the family, was furious at this moment, and his voice was filled with endless hatred and murderous intent. His words were like ice-cold blades, piercing into Jiang Xiruo's heart word by word.

, making her feel unprecedented humiliation and despair.

Not only did he want to kill her, but he also wanted to kill her son first in front of her, and then send her and her sister Jiang Xiqing to the brothel in Zhenmo Mansion, where they would suffer the humiliation of being trampled by thousands of people. Like this

Punishment, for the ancestor of the Ji family, may be the greatest revenge and humiliation for Jiang Xiruo.

The anger and hatred of the ancestor of the Ji family stem from his deep emotion and sense of responsibility for the family. He knows very well how much effort and sacrifice it takes to maintain the glory and tranquility of a family. However, all of this is in Jiang Xi's hands.

The weakness disappeared overnight.

He hated her determination, hated her ruthlessness, and even more hated her devastating blow to his family. This hatred burned like a fire in his heart, causing him to lose his former calmness and reason, and just wanted to use the last

A cruel way to vent the anger and unwillingness in your heart.

"If you dare to touch my son, I will fight you to the death!" Jiang Xiruo's voice was hoarse and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable determination.

She stared at the ancestor of the Ji family, her originally clear and bright eyes now covered with bloodshot eyes, revealing an almost crazy stubbornness and unyielding ferocity.

Her body was trembling slightly with anger and pain, but even so, she still tried her best to maintain her standing posture and not let herself fall, as if as long as she still had breath left, she would fight to the end against this arrogant ancestor of the Ji family.

"The Ji family is what it is today, thanks to you!" Her voice was mixed with endless hatred and grief, "If you hadn't harmed my Jiang family, my husband, and everyone in the past in order to marry me to your unlucky son,

My son, how could the Ji family end up like this! Do you know that everything you do will become a catalyst for the decline of your family, causing you to personally bury everything you regard as treasures! "

Hearing this, the ancestor of the Ji family raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth. The smile contained both mockery of Jiang Xiruo's ignorance and pride that his plan was about to succeed.

He said no more, raised his hand and waved again, and saw the huge fire snake in the sky roaring out again, carrying destructive power, heading straight towards Jiang Xiruo. The scales of the fire snake were flashing in the light of the fire.

There is a strange light shining in it, and each piece is like a sharp blade that can cut through space, which makes people feel intimidated.

When Jiang Xiruo saw this, she felt unwilling to give up, but her body had reached its limit. She used her last bit of strength to wave the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in her hand, trying to resist the fatal blow. However, the power of the fire snake was too much.

It was too powerful, far beyond her imagination.

With a deafening roar, her whole body was blown away by the huge impact, like a kite with a broken string, drawing a long arc in the air, and finally landed heavily on the ground hundreds of feet away.

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The moment she landed, Jiang Xiruo felt as if her internal organs had been shattered, and the pain was unbearable. She struggled to get up, but her body seemed to be pressed by a thousand kilograms of weight and she could not move.

The backlash force was raging in her body, her physical strength and internal strength were rapidly draining away, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was lying powerlessly beside her, unable to be lifted by her anymore.

The cold laughter of the ancestor of the Ji family echoed in the air, as if even the air was frozen. He raised his feet and planted lotus flowers step by step, approaching Jiang Xiruo with an unparalleled majesty. However, right at that moment,

At this decisive moment, he suddenly stopped. His movements were abrupt, as if he was held back by some invisible force.

His gaze passed over Jiang Xiruo's shaky figure, penetrated the surrounding chaos and smoke, and fell behind her. There, there was a young man standing quietly. His appearance seemed to be a symbol of this bleak world.

A touch of bright color in the space is impossible to ignore.

The young man has a tall and straight posture, a handsome yet masculine face, and his brows reveal a calmness and perseverance that transcends his age. However, what is even more eye-catching is the terrifying demonic aura surrounding him, which is a

The deep, ancient and dangerous aura seems to be able to swallow up all light and hope, making people feel awe and dare not look directly.

This young man was none other than Ling Xiao, the son Jiang Xiruo longed for, and a change that the ancestor of the Ji family had not expected.

Ling Xiao quickly stepped forward and held his mother Jiang Xiruo's body firmly, his eyes full of distress and concern. He said softly: "Mom, you have done enough, I will leave the rest to you

Let the son handle it." As he spoke, he seemed to have grown a lot overnight, and his protectiveness and responsibility for his mother was moving.

After saying that, Ling Xiao took out a precious elixir from his arms and carefully fed it to Jiang Xiruo. After the elixir entered her body, Jiang Xiruo's pale face seemed to have improved slightly, but her eyes were still filled with tears.

Worry and reluctance.

Ling Xiao gently patted the back of his mother's hand to express comfort, and then handed her over to the care of Jin Yan and others behind him.

After everything was arranged, Ling Xiao slowly stood up and looked at the ancestor of the Ji family with burning eyes. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand had been picked up by him at some point, and black demonic energy flowed on the sword.

The aura complemented the demonic energy surrounding him, making him even more majestic and arrogant.

"You are Ji Tianyan's short-lived father, Ji Haisheng." Ling Xiao's voice was calm and deep, as if it could penetrate the dust of the years and hit people's hearts directly.

He stood there, his posture tall and straight, like an unshakable mountain. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand exuded monstrous demonic intent, like the suppression before the storm, making the whole space tremble, even Ji Haisheng.

The other strong men couldn't help but feel a trace of pressure from this young man.
Chapter completed!