Jian San laughed, and amidst her laughter, she struggled to raise her head and quietly looked at Xue An, "I didn't blame you, so why are you in a hurry to explain?"
Xue An said nothing.
"What a pity, just a little more, and I could have defeated Li Jingxing, then I would have become the rightful Jian Er!"
Jian San's eyes showed a yearning expression, "In that case, I could have openly challenged you, and once I cut you down, my longing would be resolved!"
"Do you think that by then wouldn't I be the invincible Jian Yi in the world?" Jian San asked.
Xue An was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes!"
"Hehe, just thinking about it makes me happy! Unfortunately... I won't be able to see it anymore!"
As the words fell, the light in Jian San's eyes began to dim, and the wound on her chest and abdomen slightly glowed with blood.
Xue An's eyes showed an extremely complex expression.
He didn't know how to face this girl who regarded the Sword Dao as her life.
