Torrent Volume Chapter 41: The Madness of the Proud Son of Heaven
The fourth time.
Four failures, four blows!
For Yan Shaoguang, more than thirty years of life were just wasted?!
After more than thirty years, what can’t be done better?
Especially for a proud man like him, a royal relative, if nothing unexpected happens, what kind of glory will he achieve in thirty years?
But now, all the glory and achievements that should have belonged to him are all gone and have nothing to do with him anymore.
They say life is like a dream.
Suddenly, everything turned upside down.
"God, are you kidding me?!"
Yan Shaoguang, who had gray hair and wrinkled face, just wanted to ask questions to the sky. But he didn't, he didn't have the strength to do this; at the same time, he was proud of the little face he had left.
"You... are fine."
Yan Shaoguang said to Xu Sheng in the distance, and then closed his eyes. His face could not hide the deep tiredness; but immediately, his eyes suddenly opened again, revealing a different kind of light.
He moved, like a ghost, crossing the city and soldiers, and in an instant he was in front of Xu Sheng.
"you...!"
As murderous intent approached, Xu Sheng raised his head and met Yan Shaoguang's stern eyes.
The two people looked at each other at such a close distance for the first time, neither of them spoke a word, holding their breath and concentrating.
"It turns out that you and I are actually the same age."
After a long silence, Yan Shaoguang spoke to himself, with a lot of emotion in his tone.
Previously, he was "high in the sky" and was only focused on killing. He was sure that Xu Sheng would die, but he didn't watch carefully.
In recent days, Xu Sheng has been filled with worries. He has been in panic all day and even sleepless nights. His lack of clothes has made his face look haggard, and his beard has sprouted, making him look more than thirty.
If Xu Sheng is really in his late middle age, then Yan Shaoguang may feel better and find an excuse for himself, or even give up. It is not impossible.
However, although Xu Sheng's face was vicissitudes of life, his eyes were as clear as a young man's.
Although eyes can be deceiving, why should Xu Sheng pretend to be a young man?
"It's ridiculous. I, Yan Shaoguang, think that I am the best in the world and invincible among my peers. Unexpectedly, I borrowed foreign objects and sacrificed my life, but I still suffered miserably. What kind of genius am I? What pride do I have? Why should I be complacent? I am like this
The number one trash in the world! The number one idiot!"
Xu Sheng could not have imagined that Yan Shaoguang's heart would be so turbulent.
In fact, in terms of qualifications alone, he is not even a little bit better than Yan Shaoguang. If Yan Shaoguang borrowed foreign objects, then he is even worse than him.
But Yan Shaoguang didn't know. He believed that Xu Sheng was thousands of times stronger than him!
It was so strong that it made him despair!
In his mind, the "torrent" and "ball cover" that blocked his unparalleled sword power were all Xu Sheng's own strength; the two people who appeared out of thin air to block the sword were the spells performed by Xu Sheng.
Yan Shaoguang has determined it and it cannot be changed!
He is five years younger than the man in Taoist robes, so he is a little weaker. In five years, he is confident that he can catch up. However, facing Xu Sheng, the gap in strength is like a chasm. Let alone five years, even ten years
, for twenty years, he also thought that there was no hope.
Maybe, thirty years will do.
But he just wasted more than thirty years and missed the golden period of his life. It will be many times more difficult to practice again in the future.
I'm afraid it will take a hundred years, or even longer.
Even if he really lay dormant for a hundred years, would Xu Sheng stop here?
He doesn't think so.
I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up in this life!
Despair, fear, loneliness, anger... Thousands of emotions are intertwined, and the only thing that emerges is madness.
The madness that dares to give up everything!
Since he is destined to be unable to catch up or surpass him in this life, then he should do his best to destroy him.
Yan Shaoguang only had this thought in his heart.
I have already given up more than thirty years of life, what's the harm in ten more years, twenty years, fifty years...?
This life is doomed to be ruined, and I will have to support others life and death.
"You...mad dog!"
Xu Sheng read the madness in Yan Shaoguang's eyes. He knew what a madman was going to do. In panic, he didn't care much. He squeezed out a trace of "invisible secret power" from his internal organs and meridians all over his body, and retreated continuously.
"I recommend Jinghong with my blood!"
Yan Shaoguang whispered, waved his hand, and thrust the sword into his belly.
This time, he didn't stab his chest because it was already riddled with holes and scars. If he was injured again, he might be wiped out.
brush!
The sword comes out of the body, the blood swirls, the killing intent is everywhere, and the wind breaks from all directions!
Yan Shaoguang regained control of his power, and at the same time, he completely entered old age.
"If you die, everything will be over."
Yan Shaoguang moved his lips slightly, took two "swishing" steps, shrunk down to an inch, and stepped ten miles at a time.
sword.
Slightly cold.
It hung on Xu Sheng's back and pressed against his spine; this time, there was no distance between the sword and Xu Sheng. Yan Shaoguang didn't believe that there was anyone who could stand in front of the sword.
"hiss--"
His back felt cold, and Xu Sheng took in a breath of cold air. The sword had touched his flesh, and if it went in a little more, it would be able to open his muscles.
"Who are you? Where did you come from? From which school did you learn?"
Obviously, Yan Shaoguang did not want to kill him immediately, but wanted to exchange the threat of death for answers to his questions.
To answer or not to answer?
In fact, there is no difference, the result is the same - Yan Shaoguang will try his best to take his life.
Whether you answer or not depends entirely on Xu Sheng's will.
"Seeing how many times you asked questions, I felt compassionate and told you." Xu Sheng spoke softly, maintaining a calm and indifferent attitude despite the danger of death.
First of all, he didn't think he would die. Although death was so close to him, since the "nameless existence" in the dark had saved him twice, he would never let it go the third time; furthermore, if he really wanted to die,
Whatever you say should leave a trace of dignity behind.
Hearing Xu Sheng's words, the "old man" Yan Shaoguang frowned. Xu Sheng's behavior was so abnormal that he did not panic. It actually made him feel restless, made many speculations, and even... secretly sweated.
"Does he have other means?"
Yan Shaoguang thought to himself, raised his heart, and pushed hard. He didn't care about Xu Sheng's origins, he just wanted to get to know him quickly.
"My name is Qin Lie. I come from the Qin family in Liaozhou. I learned from the monks in the barren mountains and lost their sight."
At this moment, sensing something was wrong, Xu Sheng spoke quickly; his words made Yan Shaoguang uncontrollably stunned.
It was at this moment that Xu Sheng felt that the "invisible secret power" he had secretly accumulated exploded, and he flew back like an arrow from a bow or a pellet of stone.
"Damn it!"
Yan Shaoguang only felt that he had been humiliated again, and anger poured out from his eyes. He slashed with his long sword, and the bloody river surged; the great pressure tore and shook the void.
Xu Sheng fell heavily to the ground, and suddenly smoke and dust filled the air. He suddenly turned around, but saw a flash of void, and a body appeared out of the sky, facing the bloody light... and blocked the sword in front of him.
boom!
Just like before, this person appeared out of thin air, then turned into blood mist and dissipated in the sky and earth.
"ah!"
Yan Shaoguang went crazy, not crazy, but lost all his mind and abandoned all rationality, truly crazy!
"Die! Die! Die! Die!"
After four words of death in a row, his eyes were all split open, and two eyeballs dropped, hanging outside the eye sockets, and blood dripped non-stop; not only that, because of extreme weakness, his spine was completely bent
, three feet shorter, and combined with the flying white hair, he no longer looks like a human being, but like a demon.
The talented young man has become like this. Who can blame him?
Anyway, in Yan Shaoguang's heart, all the "blame" fell on Xu Sheng.
He wants Xu Sheng to die immediately!
"puff!"
The long sword entered his heart, and then "Jinghong" came out of his body. Xu Sheng stood up tremblingly, looking at Yan Shaoguang, with only peace in his eyes.
He was certain that he would never die here and now.
"die!"
It was this word again, Yan Shaoguang yelled again, and Xu Sheng was shocked to the point where his ears hurt.
sword!
The blood blooms.
Lifted up by Yan Shaoguang, it will form a slash from back to front.
However, what was unexpected was that the sword only stopped halfway through the swing. Yan Shaoguang did not have the strength to move it forward even one step further.
"ah--!"
He roared unwillingly. Unexpectedly, because of this sound, the strength in his arm dissipated, and the sword flew straight back out of control.