Tang Huailan's eyes widened. She saw Mu Wan holding herself up with one hand to prevent the handle of the knife from being pierced deeper. However, it could not be pulled out hastily, otherwise the blood loss would be more serious. But her head was clearly pinned to the ground.
When I got up, my hunched body was like an arch bridge that could collapse at any time, and the sharp triangular pyramid in the gap was always in danger of being completely submerged. An injury of this degree is probably hopeless.
Huailan didn't have much time to worry about others. She immediately stood up and used the remaining half of the barrier knife to block Tang He's slashing. Shanhai summoned the overwhelming talisman several times. But every time, Tang He just waved his hand,
They were reduced to ashes by invisible fire in the air.
"Hand her over."
Tang He stared fiercely into Huailan's eyes. She said nothing and tried to stagger the blades. Their hands were like magnets in disorder. The blades crossed three or two times in the electric light and flint, and they readjusted their standing order. Dai Luan
He climbed two steps on the ground and stumbled away. Huailan would not let him chase him.
, even if this level involves personal safety and exceeds the discussion with Shi Wuqi. Her eyes glanced in the direction of Mu Wan from time to time, but there was no movement, and the others were too far away. But beside her, Dai Luan
The footsteps are getting closer and closer to Xiao. As for the Lord of the Moon, there is no difference.
Huailan blocked the last slash with both hands against the knife. She didn't use the blade - she knew very well that the remaining blade was already very brittle and could be cut off by him again at any time. His knife was on fire.
Full of demonic power. She blocked the attack with the back of the knife, which meant that the other palm was completely exposed to herself.
In front of the uneven blade. Tang He exerted a little force on his hand, and the gapped blade was embedded in his palm. More blood overflowed along the blade, as if the cold weapon was crying for it. The demonic pattern that strengthened the strength flowed along the blade.
His meridians opened, becoming brighter and brighter, connecting the corners of his eyes like shuddering traces of blood and tears.
Can we still call him a human being if he looks like this?
She was in pain, but she didn't say it. Mu Wan was not sensitive to pain. After that cold moment, stronger emotions covered her five senses. It must be said that it was probably a flow of fear. What are she afraid of? She didn't know
, just remember that you have so much worth
The thing to be afraid of. The thunder became more fierce, hitting the open ground continuously, and ignited several woods one after another. Chili's reinforcements would probably be confused. After all, rescuing forest fires is also an important thing... But she
I'm so tired and don't have the energy to think so much.
A small pill rolled down in front of her, wrapped in a thin layer of blood. It was difficult for her to focus her vision, but she still recognized what it was - it fell out of her body, Shi Wu
Throw away the apology gift given to her.
Resurrection Pill.
It's useless... the Resurrection Pill can only bring back a few strands of the soul, briefly copying the deceased's personality during life, and will soon dissipate. She is not dead, but she is about to be. The last words that need to be explained are not revealed in the melee.
It was meaningless and no one listened; the regrets that needed to be told had no chance and no one cared about them; the secrets that needed to be revealed, she had none and had a clear conscience.
Well, at least he died an honorable death... It's just a bit unwilling, she thought to herself.
But……
If a living person takes the soul-restoring pill, will anything happen?
There is no memory related to this. This is probably "a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor", which is quite appropriate. She couldn't help but laugh at herself secretly. She loosened her hand holding the handle of the concealed weapon, and more blood was wrapped around it.
It was a small pill. All it exuded was its own bloody smell. It was difficult to swallow it. It was like forcing an angular pebble into the throat, and the whole throat was stinging. She
I thought I wouldn't feel pain anymore.
Nothing happened, and consciousness continued to fade.
She used all her strength to fall on her side. Her right arm held the closed demon-sealing blade in vain, and her left hand had no strength to touch the murderous weapon on her heart. She was very cold and sleepy, and the noisy sounds around her finally quieted down.
, only the continuous thunder can create a weak echo in her ears.
"stand up."
someone said.
"What?"
She didn't have the strength to speak, and such an accident only happened in her heart. But at that moment, she did hear a clear voice, as if only she could hear it, or someone was speaking to her deliberately.
She knew this person.
"Stand up."
He is the head of Xue Yan Sect and her master.
He is already dead.
Mu Wan had an impression of these words. Perhaps when a person is on the verge of death, the more distant memories become clearer. When she was a child, before she started using an umbrella, she also practiced swords. After switching from the wooden sword she practiced to the iron sword
, it was too heavy, and she was not used to it. After practicing for too long, she collapsed on the ground, panting from exhaustion, and her arms were so sore as wood that she could not lift the sword.
"Stand up."
Master said, this voice coincides with the one in my memory.
Mu Wan suddenly remembered what Gao Yuejun said for no reason. At that time, her answer to the question was: "This will no longer be here."
The human world? Then, his old man must be in a place other than the human world. Hell, or heaven, or any good or evil realm... anyway, it is not the human world.
She vaguely saw the outline of her master, standing beside her. She wanted to stretch out her hand, so she did so. Surprisingly, it didn't take much effort, and it was much easier than all the previous actions. What was this?
, return to the light?
"You're coming to pick me up?"
She asked a little stupidly. She wasn't sure whether the words were spoken, but it seemed that the illusory "master" in front of her heard it. He was a little serious, with a straight face as before. But at this time, she could finally read.
She showed a little kindness. She wanted to blame herself. Only now can she see why she always complained in the past.
"Stand up and go there." He pointed to the past. "That's your battlefield."
Mu Wan's throat tightened.
"But, but I have already...and you also..."
No, wait a minute.
She turned around and suddenly found her own body - lying there stiffly. The feeling of looking at her own body was very strange, much stranger than looking in the mirror. She also saw the indifferent Lord of the Moon, still in the Tang Dynasty.
Huailan, who persisted desperately under He's sword,
Dai Luan was struggling and crying beside Xiao, Mo Liang was helpless and wandering...as well as Shi Wuqi's unspeakable sadness and the sorrow between the clear brows of the mountains and seas. All these scenes were stagnant, very slow, like winter sliding by.
It's icy and sticky, like honey.
Just not as sweet.
The sleeping wakashi covered by his cold hands seemed to have something restless in it, ready to come out. The small characters on it, as thin as mosquitoes, seemed to be moving slowly, snaking like a snake.
The talisman hovering and attached to the sheath trembled and struggled, trying to escape from the shackles of this unknown power.
"Huailan."
In the stalemate, Tang Huailan, who was trembling with his knife, heard such a voice. It was small but very clear, like a whisper coming from someone's ear. The last time he heard this voice was before he lost consciousness... It was quite hysterical.
.
This time, it was much gentler.
At that moment, she raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Mu Wan. She was still lying there, a body that was getting colder. But she was sure that she heard it. It was a real voice, not some hallucination.
She understands.
In an instant, without hesitation, she withdrew her broken sword and jumped back, putting a large distance away from Tang He in an awkward posture. Tang He, who had lost his center of gravity, leaned forward unnaturally and almost fell. When he turned around
The moment I looked in that direction, a
Extremely thin and biting wind waves came towards him. The source seemed to have a brand new sword, huge and as thin as a cicada's wing, penetrating all the scenery in sight. He saw clearly - he didn't know when, that sword
The woman stood up again, as if by a miracle.
The moment he saw Mu Wan, her movements had stopped. Her left hand was holding the scabbard by her side, and her right hand was raised high, with the blade facing outward. She was like a stiff sculpture, standing there from the beginning.
It's so natural there. The old cloth tightly wrapped around the scabbard
The strips suddenly became loose and spread out with her as the center. They just hung around her, shaking gently, as if demonstrating and protecting. The lingering spells and runes revealed
, is a pair of determined eyes, as powerful as a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.
The strange short knife she held in her hand had a strange color, almost black, but upon closer inspection, there were almost reddish-brown lines, like stagnant blood stains or spreading grease, as if looking at it for a long time would make people go crazy.
These lines are piece by piece, separated by crack-like ravines, just like magma wrapping around a broken continent. However, the cracks on the knife are bluish-white, like ice and frost, emitting a dim cold light.
The knife was obviously far away from Tang He, but he didn't know why he could see it so clearly.
It turns out that the Demon-Sealing Blade looks like... like this.
The rock mass behind him erupted with a loud crashing sound.
Everyone looked over nervously, watching as the entire mountain exploded with a neat and fine crack. It was incredibly smooth, and from the lower left to the upper right, the upper part of the crack began to collapse downwards. Boom, boom, the earthquake shook the mountain.
The overwhelming force is more piercing than any thunder and more terrifying than any earthquake.
It probably won't take too long for this huge mountain to completely fill the ravine. It is heavy enough and slow enough, but it is unknown when the smooth surface will intensify the sliding. There may be enough time before they escape. First of all
In addition to saving lives, the mission may also include preventing reinforcements from being affected.
However, everyone looked at Tang He in unison, because amidst the loud noise, there was a light metallic sound that fell into everyone's ears.
The horizontal knife in his hand suddenly broke and split into two, and the first half fell to the ground with a crash. Tang He's movements did not change much, and his expression did not change. Only traces of blood flowed from his mouth. At that moment, his face
The terrifying demonic patterns on his body also became darker.
The sword energy of the Demon-Sealing Blade penetrated his abdomen, chest, and collarbone from bottom to top...A very thin, silk-like touch of red slowly bloomed on his exposed skin, spreading as thin as down.
of liquid.
Lord Xueyue evoked an imperceptible smile, admiring this familiar sight.
He will die, completely dead, completely hopeless.
But not yet.
Tang He leaned back. They seemed to have an illusion - his upper body leaned over first, and his body was dislocated to some extent, and then the rest of his body fell down. He was leaning on the stone.
, like a worn-out rag doll. The cotton inside it is divided into two groups.
, one ball on top, one ball on the bottom, connected only by the thin piece of cloth in the middle. Because the knife mark is really too thin, thinner than a feather or a cicada wing. It penetrated him easily.
The body was cut open with all its muscles, veins, bones, flesh, and internal organs, and even the blood didn't have time to splatter out.
This level of injury caused by the Demon-Sealing Blade has no meaning in bargaining with the underworld. Tang He seemed to know why it was called this name. At that moment, the demonic power around him had no effect at all, as if it did not exist.
As if. The bright red demonic lines that exploded on his face also disappeared, like embers extinguished by the wind.
