As the supreme master of martial arts, calmness is indispensable. Even in a life-or-death moment, Wei Moyan still did not lose his mind. He saved Xia Qingluan and saved his own life. No matter what, he would have both.
What's the point of saving her if he's going to die?
During the short period of time when Shen Yuqing was guarding him, he completely put down his defense and tried to pull Xia Qingluan up in the air. Finally, before the fragrance dispersed, the illusion reopened, and Senhan's long sword fell, he was pulled to death by the last silk cloth. He was pulled into his arms with * * force. The distance between the swords was very close. If he had blocked it with all his strength at the moment he turned around, he would have been able to block it in time. With Ying Feng's skill, at most he would be injured on half of his shoulder or unable to act due to haste. He took a few steps back with all his strength, as there was no longer a threat to his and her lives.
It's just that he didn't expect that the woman who was full of snakes and scorpions and almost strangled to death by him would throw herself at him to save him. Even if she died, it would be in vain.
One blow failed, another hit failed, and seeing that Wei Moyan had regained his defensive strength, Xi Yingfeng became angry and kicked the woman in front of him who had colluded with him.
The sword blade that penetrated the entire chest was suddenly drawn out, and for a moment the sky was filled with blood. The splashed blood droplets stained the red stone platform. The remaining strength was exhausted and the body was finally unable to bear the weight and leaned back.
Wei Moyan never cared about who died for him and who lived because of him. He just subconsciously stretched out the arm holding the sword to catch Yun Yirong.
What was an unintentional act for him turned out to be the final satisfaction of a crazy woman for half her life.
"Sir... you're fine... I'm relieved..." Blood and tears lingered, while the smile on the pale cheeks lingered.
Only a trace of purity remains.
In the past, he didn't understand love, so he thought he was crazy. Those who relied on mere obsession to survive because of so-called love, he regarded as stupid dogs and fools. Now, after several times of anger, obsession and hatred, he finally understands the reality of the world. There is still love that can ignore life and death, just like the two women in the arms and arms. If they are separated from love and hate, they will no longer have any meaning in living.
So does he.
Wei Moyan was carrying two people, but Shen Yuqing was still trapped in the illusion and unable to escape. Xi Yingfeng took the opportunity to raise his sword again, and all the hard work he had learned throughout his life was concentrated in this one blow.
The light of the sword has been tainted with violence, and the ferocious face is distorted and deformed. What is an upright family, and what is evil and crooked? Who in the world has killed countless people with their hands stained, and trampled on the undead with their feet? The one who wins the world is the ultimate righteous one. scholar.
The corridor was too narrow to accommodate two people walking together. Everyone in Poyue Pavilion saw it and was anxious, but they had no choice but to cover the remaining distance in one leap. Jiuhe, who was in the lead, rushed forward as fast as he could, but still couldn't catch up. Xi Yingfeng struck sharply.
After all, he is the head of the Chonghua Sect, a great master who once held the banner of the martial arts world. He is far away from the genius Wei Moyan, but compared to the rest of the Poyue Pavilion subordinates, even if they cannot win completely, they are still in a draw. It's not difficult to take one step ahead of them. Xi Yingfeng knew that he didn't have many chances. His swords were vicious and deadly, while Wei Moyan held the two of them in his arms and just dodged, without the ability to fight back.
"Yu Qing." A man dodged to the side of the man who was troubled by the illusion. His long black clothes fell off, and he hit the man's chest with his elbow, "Keep an eye on her."
The severe pain and excessive blood loss made the already weak Yun Yirong even more exhausted. She always wanted to rest without opening her eyes, but she knew that once she fell asleep, she would say goodbye to this cold and cruel world forever. Circle The warmth on her back suddenly lost, and her chaotic thoughts were swept away. Yun Yirong struggled in fear, dripping with cold sweat. She was afraid that he would leave, and that the remaining trace of comfort would leave her.
What she saw when she opened her eyes was the inky shadows on the stone platform, like the drifting snow, like the drifting clouds and smoke. Holding tightly in her arms was the lucky woman who often turned her into a prajna and a jealous wife. Her shoulders tightened, and she was still there. There was a feeling of warmth in front of her bleeding chest. The man who had just escaped from the illusion was frowning and trying to stop her bleeding, with a hint of confusion in the corners of his eyes.
That heavy blow just now broke all Shen Yuqing's confusion.
Yu Qing, every time the man he follows calls him this, it makes him feel honored. This unparalleled loyalty is enough to dispel any confusion. There is no deviation in following Wei Moyan's footsteps. When he wakes up, Zheng Wende takes care of Yun Yirong. Although he wanted to fight with him with his sword, he understood that the master of the pavilion never liked outsiders disturbing his killing spree. Since he knew that the outcome would be victory, why bother?
"Stop him." Jiuhe and others who rushed forward saw that the pavilion master was safe and sound, so they followed Shen Yuqing's shout and ran towards the strange man in a big robe in the corner. Gu Mu was practicing martial arts inside and outside. He was caught within three moves. At this time, Wei Moyan also snatched the sword from Xi Yingfeng's hand with his bare hands, stabbed it back into the shoulder and nailed it to the cave wall.
The smoke has cleared and the victory or defeat has been decided.
This battle, unknown to many, has finally come to an end.
"Pavilion Master, the wound on your back..." Shaozai hurriedly searched for the wound medicine he had brought with him, but was ignored.
"How injured is she?" After laying Xia Qingluan flat on the ground, Wei Moyan looked extremely sad and asked coldly to Yun Yirong, who was also seriously injured and on the verge of death.
It didn't matter who died, he didn't care, as long as Xia Qingluan didn't die, as long as she wouldn't break her promise and oath and leave him alone to live.
When a person is about to die, his words are also kind. As Shen Yuqing said, he has committed countless sins in his life and it is time to pay for them. Yun Yirong knelt down beside the injured person who was covered with blood and carefully felt the pulse. It was unprecedented. serious.
Hopefully this will make him hate her less, even just a little bit.
"It's not an injury...she...the pool...is poisonous..." Although she tried her best to organize her words to speak clearly, Yun Yirong was really unable to control it anymore. Everyone could see that her injuries were worse than Hongxian's. Even heavier, it is already in a dying state.
With her keeping an eye on Hongxian's condition at all times, she would at least have a lot less worries before going down the mountain. Shen Yuqing took the healing herb from Jiuhe's hand and put it on Yun Yi Rong's back with one hand, silently gathering some internal strength. However, he knew clearly in his heart that this It was just prolonging her pain in order to give Hongxian a chance to live.
No wonder someone is so cold and heartless. Hong Xian is so important that even if he has to sacrifice Yun Yirong's life, he has to try his best to save it. Not to mention it is a matter of life and death. The whole life of this useless woman who doesn't understand martial arts and has ulterior motives can't compare. Hongxian has a little scar, not only the pavilion master, but also all the disciples understand which of the two is more important than the other.
"Where is the antidote?" To everyone's surprise, Wei Moyan did not rush to take Xia Qingluan away. Instead, he stood up and walked to Gu Mu, the leader of the Li Sect. His eyes were so cold that he was not like a mortal. If he was not the god in charge of life and death, he would definitely He is an evil ghost who is desperate for human life.
The cold and almost freezing questioning was met with a few dumb laughs. The ugly man who had a knife on his neck and was pressed against the wall already knew that he had no chance of survival, so he simply gave up the idea of survival and wanted to anger the dragon in front of him, even if he saw it. It would be better for him to be panicked, frightened, miserable and manic than to die worthless.
"The poison in the Blood Hell Dragon Pond is cold poison. I have been away from the religion for hundreds of years, and there are human sacrifices every year. The water in the pond is condensed by the resentful spirits, anger and hatred of the living sacrificers. Wei Moyan
, don’t try to find any antidote. Even if there is one, I won’t give it to you. You will die anyway. If you can have the world-famous Hongxian as your companion, you will die a worthy death!”