Chapter 867 I would like to perish, just for glory
Chapter 867 I am willing to perish just for glory
Chapter 867 I am willing to perish just for glory
The hot blood melted the snow on the ground, and Han Jian was lying in a pool of blood. (duk ank,)
Han Jian feebly got up from the pool of blood, his face stained red with scarlet blood.
Standing precariously in the wind and snow, Han Jian raised his head and felt heartbreaking pain from his broken arm.
Looking at the figure gradually disappearing, the determination in Han Jian's eyes did not disappear, but became stronger. His will will become stronger after being tempered.
"As long as you live, you have hope, as long as you live, you have faith!" Han Jian whispered: "I remember this sword!"
After saying that, Han Jian looked at the lonely broken arm on the platform, waved his left hand, and the long sword rose from the ground and fell into his hand. Han Jian dragged the sword and walked towards the steps step by step.
Every time Han Jian took a step, he would leave a scarlet footprint on the snow.
His breath became weaker and weaker. When Han Jian walked to Feng Ge and others, Han Jian fell weakly on the snow, panting.
Everyone only saw this shadow of blood, but they did not see a crystal drop of water crossing the corner of Han Jian's eye and blending into the blood.
Know your shame and then be brave! Raising his head, Han Jian looked at the people in front of him apologetically, and said guiltily: "Sorry, I lost!"
Not looking for reasons for his failure, this is Han Jian. Hearing this, Feng Ge smiled and said, "Just stay alive!"
Lu Ya gently pressed his right hand on Han Jian's shoulder to stop the bleeding wound, and whispered: "It's okay, we are here!"
"My hands can hold the glory!" Shen Sheng whispered, looking at Han Jian's severed arm with a gloomy look, murderous intent spreading out of Shen Shen.
Liu Ye knelt down, carefully cleaned Han Jian's injuries, and whispered: "As long as you live, you can recover the calmness after frustration. The shame of this sword!"
Having said this, Liu Ye raised his head and looked at the steps where Tianhua Sect was located, with an inexplicable chill in his eyes.
On this stage, some people are high-spirited, while others turn into ashes in the world. This is the path of a warrior. It is never smooth sailing for a warrior, but he marches on a bloody road.
On the platform, the third Tianhua Sect disciple came out with a sword. Compared to the previous Hua Yue, this disciple's aura was not as powerful as Hua Yue's, but he was still a warrior on the second level of Soul Martial Arts.
Liuye stood up and was about to come out with his sword, but there was a person who was faster than him. He held the sword depressedly, took a few steps, and said softly: "I will protect your glory!"
Depressed, as his name suggests, he never talks much.
Coming from Sword God Peak, he always expressed his feelings with his sword. Along the way, Han Jian and others encountered numerous dangers, and he was always the one standing at the front.
"Qi is power, and there are many types of power, sect power, personal power, and family power!" He whispered depressedly, raised his head, stared at the clouds in the sky, and murmured: "Today, I am not alone.
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Holding the sword, Shen Sheng stepped out. Every time he took a step, Shen Sheng's momentum became stronger. She was originally a second-level soul martial artist, but at this moment, his aura was approaching that of a third-level soul warrior.
"Blood, only blood can pay off!" Endless killing intent permeated the body of Shen Sheng, and the force on Shen Shen's body became more and more terrifying.
This momentum is not only his own momentum, but also Han Jian and the others. This is the general momentum of the Sword God Sect, as well as the depressed murderous intention and murderous momentum.
"Then there is the murderous intention. Only the combination of momentum, sword, and body can move the world with one sword!" Shen Sheng took several steps in a row, and with each step, the murderous intention in his body became stronger.
When Shen Shen stepped on the platform, the aura on Shen Shen's body was no less than that of the third level of Soul Martial Arts.
"The Sword God is depressed!" Looking at the Tianhua Sect disciple in front of him, he said depressedly.
"Tianhua Sect Liu Ye!" A deep voice hovered on the platform. Upon hearing this, the Tianhua Sect disciple held a sword and said loudly in the same voice.
However, the moment this disciple spoke out, Shen Shen moved, and a sword shot out. This was Shen Shen's strongest sword. The momentum, sword, and body were integrated into one sword, and the sword moved the sky.
The sword was too fast and the strike was too unexpected. The moment the sword light dissipated, the blood suddenly appeared.
Shen Sheng's unexpected sword shot directly across the sky, breaking through the body-protecting sword energy of this Tianhua Sect disciple, lightly piercing his heart, and the terrifying sword energy shattered his soul.
Killed with one sword! Blood dripped from the tip of the sword and fell on the snow. This Tianhua Sect disciple still had a look of reluctance in his eyes until he died.
Silence! The surroundings fell silent in vain. The disciples of the unqualified sects and the third-rate sects all looked at this scene in astonishment. Although the sword of this Sword God sect disciple was terrifying, there was a big reason why he could kill with one sword.
Partly because of his sneak attack.
Taking advantage of the moment when the disciples of Tianhua Sect were speaking, he drew out his sword to kill him. This move was undoubtedly a victory in the eyes of everyone.
In response to this, Tianhua Sect disciples cursed one after another, and those sects close to Tianhua Sect also shouted at Dejected for his disgraceful behavior.
In response to the curses all around, his depressed expression never changed, and he ignored them. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the old man above.
The shouts around him became louder and louder, and they all shouted that this was a sneak attack and violated Zongbi's rules.
The old man looked around, and finally landed on the depression and the corpse on the platform. Without hesitation, he said calmly: "In this battle, the Sword God Sect wins!"
As soon as these words came out, the disciples of the Tianhua Sect cried out in dissatisfaction, saying that Shen Shen's move was useless. Those sects that were hostile to the Sword God Sect also spoke out one after another, condemning Shen Shen's disgraceful sword.
Discussions spread everywhere, and there was a chaos on the lower steps below. However, the second-rate sects and first-rate sects did not participate, but some people were watching this farce.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Qing Jue looked down from a high position and sighed slightly: "A very sensible child!"
"I am willing to bear the infamy for a lifetime, but also to create a glimmer of hope for the sect!" Jue Lin whispered: "A very strange sword!"
"Sword God Fengge, Sword God Han Jian, Sword God is depressed!" Hearing this, Xuan Renruo looked at these people thoughtfully, paused, and said: "This is the Sword God Sect, the disciples of the Sword God Sect!
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"I kind of understand why our ancestors have such a strong sense of belonging to the Sword God Sect!" Xuan Ren suddenly chuckled and glanced at the leader of the Suzaku Tribe, Fire Emperor.
"The leaves are finally falling to the ground and returning to their roots, aren't they?" Qing Jue clasped his hands behind his back and chuckled, his eyes falling on Shen Shen, "I can't wait to see the five peaks of Sword God and the four ancient peaks!"
"Me too, I miss the Moon Goddess statue!" Jue Lin could understand Qing Jue's feeling.
While Qing Jue and others were whispering, the protests from the unruly sects below became louder and louder.
"Why, do you have any objections?" The old man said calmly when he caught a glimpse of the unconventional sect disciples who were making trouble.
A plain sentence exploded in the sky, and its terrifying pressure spread out, covering the lower steps.
Under this pressure, the disciples of the unconventional sects took a few steps back one after another, their faces turned pale. Although the old man only exerted a little pressure, the pressure of the martial arts realm warriors was so terrifying.
Even when those sect leaders faced this pressure, they all used their true energy to resist.
In an instant, it became quiet again below, and the majesty of the martial arts warriors could not be questioned.
Seeing this scene, Dejection smiled. It could win a glimmer of hope for the Sword God Sect, no matter how bad it was.
Even if he was depressed and had to bear the infamy for a lifetime, he had no regrets. He sheathed his sword, turned around in depression, and walked towards the way he came, without any trace of momentum in his body.
Dressed in white clothes like snow, without a trace of blood! Looking at the depressed figure, the disciples of Tianhua Sect could only look angry. The game was confirmed with the old man's words. The Sword God Sect won two and lost one.
He came with a sword, looked at Lu Ya and the others depressedly, and whispered: "You won't blame me, will you?"
Hearing this, Lu Ya shook his head and smiled. He made a fist with his right hand and punched it gently to calm him down. He chuckled and said, "Thankfully you didn't come back with serious injuries, otherwise I would have to distract myself from taking care of you again!"
"Aura, sword, and body are all combined into one. This sword is very beautiful!" Han Jian said thoughtfully, "You are stronger than before. Even though you have lost your right arm, I will not lag behind in the future.
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"When you return to the clan, you will have to shoulder the obligation to protect us!" Feng Ge also smiled.
"Come back safe and sound, I'll leave these two people in your charge!" Liuye stood up and handed the styptic powder in his hand to Shen Sheng.
Looking at this very familiar face in front of me, I smiled even though I was depressed. It is precisely because these people, no matter what I do, they will always stand next to me and support me.
After taking the powder, he squatted down and carefully cleaned Han Jian's injuries without saying anything.
This depressing sword undoubtedly aroused the anger of Tianhua Sect. In the fourth battle, Tianhua Sect sent a disciple whose strength was second only to Hua Yue. Obviously, in this battle, Tianhua Sect wanted to repay the blood debt.
Huang Ming, a disciple of the Tianhua Sect, came out with a sword in his hand, a cold killing intent emerging from his body.
Every time he took a step, a roar echoed in the void, and his aura became stronger and stronger. Before going into battle, the leader of the Tianhua Sect said to Huang Ming: "The disciples of the Tianhua Sect cannot die in vain!"
Huang Ming knew that the sect leader wanted to kill him! Two people from the Tianhua Sect died, but no one from the Sword God Sect survived.
"Tianhua Sect Huang Ming!" Stepping on the platform, the momentum of his second-level Soul Martial Peak completely exploded. Huang Ming held a sword, and his sharp eyes fell on the steps where Han Jian and others were.
The shouts spread out, and countless eyes gathered at the location of the Sword God Sect. If the Sword God Sect wins this battle, then the next battle will be unnecessary.
"Peak of the second level of Soul Martial Arts!" Lu Ya raised his head, and snowflakes fell, dyeing his long flying hair white.
"Liu Ye and I are slightly stronger. This person comes with murderous intent, and his attacks must be extremely ruthless!"
"That man wants to kill someone, so this fight can only be fought by me!" Lu Ya raised his sword and was about to take steps forward when a pair of slender hands pressed down on his shoulders.
Lu Ya turned around and his eyes met Liu Ye's smiling face...