Ding Xiaoyi felt a sense of loss suddenly surged into his heart.
He stretched out his right hand, and a few drops of spiritual rain fell on his palm.
The crystal clear spiritual rain transformed into an exquisite face,
There is a nostalgia for life and a reluctance to part with your loved ones in that delicate face.
Looking at the few drops of spiritual rain flowing in the palm of my hand,
Ding Xiaoyi felt some inexplicable pain in his heart, a heartbreaking pain.
He killed a ShadowClan assassin who wanted to kill him, but he didn't understand why he felt a heartbreaking pain.
He had long been used to seeing separation between life and death, and he felt that his heart was already as hard as stone.
But seeing this Shadow Clan woman fall under his sword,
Seeing this ShadowClan woman turn into dancing stars,
Seeing the starlight turn into Chen Lingyu and swaying down,
Ding Xiaoyi felt a burst of uncontrollable tearing pain in his heart.
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It’s not like he has never seen a woman as beautiful as an immortal,
Yin Ruohan, Mrs. Qingya and Queen Feng Qingwu, none of them are as beautiful as immortals.
Although the Shadow Clan woman who was killed by a sword had a superior figure and appearance,
But compared to Yin Ruohan and Feng Qingwu, they are still a little less mature and charming.
He is not an amorous person, nor is he unable to move when he encounters a peerless beauty.
But this real heart-wrenching feeling tore him apart.
The spiritual rain rolled in his palm, and finally dissipated in the dark jungle.
The fragrance of the Shadow Clan woman or the spirit rain still lingered on her fingertips.
The wind blows,
Shadows rise,
The branches and leaves made a rustling sound, which seemed to be telling Ding Xiaoyi not to forget the last words of the Shadow Clan woman.
Ding Xiaoyi stood under the towering ancient tree,
The long sword in his hand still had the blood from the Shadow Clan woman's body, and the bright red blood slid down the sword's blade.
Finally, a dark red blood shadow appeared on the long sword, as if it was a blood curse that could not be dissipated.
Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyes and looked up. He didn't know why such a strange thing happened.
The shadowy thorn has passed away,
The breeze shakes the shadows and saddens the autumn,
Howling with desire, my heart is hard to suppress,
Holding the sword and sighing in desolation.
Ding Xiaoyi is not a person who mourns spring and autumn.
He is a sword cultivator, and a sword cultivator should have a strong will and an unyielding character.
He quickly came out of this lost sadness and walked out of the old tree like a canopy.
The sky seemed much clearer at that moment,
Ding Xiaoyi looked around, and his body turned into a stream of light and headed towards the entrance of the Sword Cave.
Walking out of this primitive jungle, your eyes suddenly open up.
What I saw was a vast plain like the sea, with several Jiange disciples leaning over the plain looking for the Sword Spirit Grass.
After a delay of several quarters of an hour, Ding Xiaoyi did not see Lin Fei and others, nor did he see the three heirs of the Xie family.
Even Gu Xiaotian didn't see it, which made him feel anxious, and he moved towards the entrance of the inner area of the sword cave.
"Why are you trying to steal my sword spirit grass, bastards?
"A voice full of anger passed into Ding Xiaoyi's ears,
He paused for a moment, and then saw several Jiange disciples surrounding a Jiange disciple.
The Jiange disciple was indignant, his eyes filled with endless humiliation.
Ding Xiaoyi is happy,
Wasn't this Jiange disciple the one who took away the Jiange disciple he found? At this time, this Jiange disciple was surrounded by other Jiange disciples.
With.
He was still holding a Sword Spirit Grass tightly in his hand, and this Sword Spirit Grass was the one he stepped on.
"Yun Yang, why do you think this Sword Spirit Grass belongs to you? I obviously discovered this Sword Spirit Grass. Hand it over quickly." The few sword pavilion disciples took advantage of the crowd and threatened.
The expression of the sword disciple named Yun Yang changed. He looked at this group of menacing men with vigilance.????????????????????????
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Seeing this scene in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi didn't want to care about it at first.
But he found that those few Jiange disciples seemed to be from Qingmang Peak.
He remembered that when he first entered Fanyin Mountain, Qingmangfeng's disciples made things difficult for him and even asked him to take off his weapons in the Sword Washing Pond.
"You guys are so rude, I found this Sword Spirit Grass in that jungle, why do you say it was you who found it?"
A look of anger appeared on Yun Yang's face, and he shouted loudly at the group of Qingmang Peak disciples.
"Yun Yang, you don't have to waste your efforts. The elders have all gone to the entrance of the inner area. No one can protect you."
A Qingmang Peak disciple seemed to see Yun Yang's intention, and he couldn't help but strike.
Hearing the words of this Qingmang Peak disciple, Yun Yang's face turned pale slightly.
The reason why he was so loud was to attract the attention of the elders in the Sword Cave.
Only the elders can resolve this crisis.
But the words of the Qingmang Peak disciple were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, making him completely disappointed.
"Hmph, none of you can even get this sword spirit grass."
Yun Yang's expression turned ferocious, and he flicked his right hand hard.
The sword spirit grass turned into a stream of light and shot towards Ding Xiaoyi's position.
How could any of the Qingmang Peak disciples have thought that Yun Yang would act like this.
They were caught off guard,
By the time they reacted, the sword spirit grass had turned into a stream of light and shot into the distance.
Everyone wanted to spread out their bodies and chase the sword spirit grass, but unexpectedly, a figure caught the sword spirit grass steadily.
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Only after becoming a disciple of the Seven Sword Peaks can one be considered an official disciple of the Sword Pavilion.
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When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he couldn't help but burst into anger, and shouted angrily like thunder.
That angry rebuke was like rolling spring thunder, and it lingered in the ears of these Qingmang Peak disciples for a long time.
"Young man, you have no sense of master and you actually utter arrogant words. You will never even think about entering the sword pavilion in your life."
The Qingmang Peak disciple's face turned green and white, and he couldn't help but threaten Ding Xiaoyi.
"Is Jiange owned by your family?" When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.
If he hadn't agreed to Gu Yanning, he wouldn't even be interested in stepping into the Jiange.
Where does he have the leisure and elegance to get entangled with this low-class Jiange disciple?
He knew what method to use to deal with these Qingmang Peak disciples who didn't know the heights of the world.
"So brave...",
A Qingmang Peak disciple was about to retort,
The next moment, all he felt was a blur in front of his eyes.
Not only this Qingmang disciple's eyes were dazzled, but also other disciples' eyes were dazzled.
Then they received a hard slap on the ear.
Ding Xiaoyi transformed into several afterimages and directly knocked away the group of Qingmang Peak disciples.
When Yun Yang saw this, a hearty laugh appeared on his face, and he rushed toward Ding Xiaoyi.
"This brother is mighty." Yun Yang showed a flattering smile to Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi shook his head. He didn't know about Yun Yang's tricks, but he just didn't want to worry about it.
"Take me to the entrance to the inner area of the Sword Cave."
Ding Xiaoyi flicked his fingers, and the sword spirit grass turned into a stream of light and shot towards Yun Yang.
Yun Yang smiled brightly and caught the sword spirit grass that Ding Xiaoyi flicked with his fingers.
The moment he caught the sword spirit grass, he felt as if lightning had struck his palm and his arm.