Chapter 390: Just ask about the sword in your hand
Chapter 340
Suddenly, the vitality that Xinjue had in front of everyone disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The blood gushed out of his eyebrows was out of control, and in an instant it filled half of the pale and handsome face.
"Brother, don't scare me..."
Xinyan's eyes were red with tears in her eyes, her voice trembling, and she wiped the blood from Xinjue's face like crazy.
But no matter how you wipe it, the blood cannot be wiped clean. It is like a flower and withering.
Lin Yun's heart suddenly became empty, and the unspeakable bitterness stuck in his throat, making him suffocate and powerless. He was calm and unstoppable on weekdays, and his eyes were always hidden, like stars and gems, and were now depressed.
Whoosh!
Elder Zhijian and Elder Luo Feng arrived when they heard the sound. Seeing this, their faces changed drastically.
"this……"
Luo Feng's voice trembled, unable to believe what he could see.
A moment ago, he was still immersed in the joy of Xin Jue's mastery of the innate sword intent. The next moment, he saw the other person's aura as if he was wandering his hair, and his vitality continued to dissipate.
It is completely unacceptable. His relationship with Xin is not only an elder and a disciple, but also has many connections.
Thinking of the past, my eyes suddenly became moist when I agreed to his father's instructions.
"Elder Zheng Jian, save my brother, save my brother..."
Seeing Elder Zhijian, a glimmer of hope surged in Xinyan's eyes and kept begging.
But the elder Zhijian looked embarrassed, and his hand left Xin Jue's pulse, with helpless expressions and shook his head.
"Wuwuwu, how could this happen...how could this happen..."
Xinyan burst into tears, her charming and cold face made people cry heartbroken, like a flower falling from a rainforest.
Xin Jue, who was originally quite indifferent to life and death, seemed extremely anxious to see Xin Yan's appearance.
He struggled to get up, trying to hold his sister in his arms as usual.
"Ye Xinyan, don't cry..."
But as soon as he was halfway through, he fell down weakly.
"Senior Brother!"
"elder brother!"
Everyone was shocked and hurriedly surrounded and helped Xinjue up again.
But he closed his eyes weakly, and his arms hovering in the air were like half of a branch moving around, as if looking for someone.
"Brother, I'm here."
Xinyan was heartbroken and held the hand tightly and placed it on her face.
Feeling the warmth on his cheeks, a smile appeared on Xin Jue's pale face, and the vitality disappeared.
"elder brother!"
Xinyan cried heartbrokenly, but no matter how she cried, Xinjue could not respond to her.
Puchi!
In the midst of grief, Xinyan's qi and blood were disordered, and she was anxious to attack her heart. She vomited out blood and fainted.
"There is still hope, and there is still hope..."
Lin Yun, who was panicked, suddenly thought of something, looked loud and moved forward and hugged Xinjue's body.
Such actions shocked everyone.
"Little Red!"
Just as he was shocked and suspicious, Lin Yun roared angrily, shaking everywhere. The sound contained infinite sadness and panic.
Da da da da da!
In the mountains and forests, a blood-colored figure turned into lightning and rushed over, and the blood dragon horse rushed over.
Without caring about much, Lin Yun held Xin Jue and turned over to the horse, running wildly in the mountains and forests.
The dust rolled in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.
"What is Lin Yun doing..."
A worry flashed in Elder Luo Feng's eyes, worried that Lin Yun would do something stupid.
"Let him go, maybe that person really has a way."
Elder Zheng Jian said with a sad look on his face and said weakly.
The elder who was in charge of the sword, protecting Xin Jue and Lin Yun, had no choice but to die, and
He can't escape the relationship.
No one can imagine the self-blame and pain deep in his heart.
"Where is he going?"
"Besides the Jianlin, what else can I take good care of Xinyan and not let her have any slightest incident, do you know?"
Burial of the Sword Forest!
Elder Luo Feng's eyes lit up. If Lin Yun could really arrive at the Burial Sword Forest, there might be some hope.
But it will take at least seven days to go to the sword forest to bury the blood dragon horse at the speed of the blood dragon horse.
Seven days later, there is really hope?
"Xiaohong, hurry up, hurry up."
The blood dragon horse running in the mountains of Nirvana has raised its speed to its limit.
It flew like a flat ground, turning into a ghost, and its four hooves burned like flames. Although it is not very serious in normal times, it has been with Lin Yun for so long, and without saying that it is in harmony with each other, it feels somewhat Lin Yun's emotions.
Lin Yun’s emotions are something he has never encountered before. The sadness and regret make him run with all his might.
Rumble!
The ground trembled slightly under its powerful horse's hooves. It supported the ancient trees that supported the sky, wishing to break everything in front of it.
Hurry, hurry up, hurry up!
The Blood Dragon Horse roared in her heart. For the first time, she hated herself, why can't she hate herself faster?
After running like this, in the blink of an eye, it took four days and four nights, never sleeping.
Lin Yun's eyes were deeply engulfed. When the imperial capital appeared in his sight, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Run over!"
Ignoring the guards of the city gate, the blood dragon horse turned into a wisp of blue smoke and rushed away wildly.
When the city gate guards woke up, they had already disappeared from the sight of these people and rushed towards the secluded lake area of the outer city.
"Xiaohong is coming soon, please hurry up."
Lin Yun's eyes were covered with bloodshot and his throat was hoarse, but he didn't know that he could only feel that Xin Jue behind him was colder again.
The pain and anxiety deep in my heart are heavier again.
Along the way, he urged the Blood Dragon Horse, and I don’t know how many times he repeated it, his throat was almost gone.
It was originally a seven-day journey, but it took only four days to come.
Looking at the misty lake in front of him, Xiaohong let out a loud scream and gritted her teeth and rushed over.
Rush!
The trace of true dragon blood hidden deep in its body completely burned and ran wildly on the lake surface.
Such a huge noise naturally alarmed the owner of this place, and the formation originally arranged on the water surface was gone without a trace.
The Blood Dragon Horse didn't go far, and the lake was covered with water mist and disappeared.
On the shore, an old man in a straw raincoat frowned and looked at the man and horse seriously.
"Master Thirteen, help me save someone!"
Lin Yun turned over and got off the horse, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily.
"Get up and talk."
The Thirteenth Master waved his hand and placed Xin Jue on the stone platform. When his eyes fell on Xin Jue's cold body, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
Without saying a word, he walked over silently, stretched out his hand to Xinjue's eyebrows.
Puchi!
After a moment, a silver needle that was long in the palm bounced over and fell to the ground with a swaying sound.
Seeing this slender silver needle, the Thirteenth Master flashed through the murderous intent without any trace.
Not finished yet...
Thirteenth Master flipped his hand and silver needles appeared at the same time in other parts of Xin Jue's body.
Add the silver needles that have fallen to the ground, and count them carefully, and there are exactly eight.
Lin Yun's face was mutiny, and infinite murderous intent surged out from his blood-stained eyes.
Wang Yan!
These silver needles should have been shot on him, but were blocked by Senior Brother Xinjue.
Looking at the silver needles scattered on the ground, Lin Yun's heart was bleeding. It was hard to imagine that he was in the middle of the game.
Some silver needles.
Senior Brother Xinjue, how much pain he is endured.
"What's this?"
Lin Yun suppressed the anger in his heart and stepped forward to pick up the silver needle.
"Don't move!"
Thirteenth Master turned around and shouted coldly.
"This is a blood rain Yinhua Needle, a very vicious hidden weapon, which is highly poisonous and a secret treasure made by Tianji Sect. At that time, Tianji Sect was good at mechanical puppet hidden weapons and poison, and was called the first sect in the left path to dominate the world. Whether it is good or evil, it is both good and evil.
Dao was extremely afraid and was afraid of Tanzhi, and later he was killed by joining forces."
The Thirteenth Master pondered: "But there are still some vicious hidden weapons that have been secretly preserved. However, it is extremely difficult to obtain the hidden weapons of the Tianji Sect. Not to mention the Great Qin Empire, even the Ancient Region of Nanhua rarely appears in the Tianji Sect.
It's a hidden weapon."
Lin Yun was stunned. The work of the person behind the scenes was really big.
But now he is more concerned about other things, "Senior brother, is there any help?"
The Thirteenth Master looked sad and shook his head: "The poison of this Blood Rain Pear Blossom Needle is specifically targeted at the leader of the Xuanwu Realm. The true energy of the Zifu Realm has undergone a qualitative change and is not afraid of this poison. However, if you are in the Xuanwu Realm, you will die.
Toxins penetrate the blood and flow through the internal organs, and in an instant, it can kill human life."
He didn't say anything, if he could have three days earlier, perhaps with his strength, he could have forced out the toxins.
But, seeing Lin Yun's eyes are deep and his cheeks are thin, you can tell how he has been there these days without guessing.
I am afraid that life will be like years and I will be indescribable.
"It's no rescue..."
The last glimmer of hope was shattered, and Lin Yun's eyes suddenly became lifeless.
For a moment, I felt my heart was hollowed out.
No words can describe his sadness and helplessness at this moment. If possible, he would rather die by himself.
Looking at Senior Brother Xinjue lying on the stone platform, Lin Yun recalled many past events in his mind.
I remembered that I had just entered Lingxiao Jian Pavilion. After the Nine Stars Contest ended, my senior brother rescued me and shocked Wang Yan.
In the Blood Bone Forest, I saw my senior brother again, and he and the fourth young master appeared at the same time. Although he did not have the name of a young master, his style was not inferior to these young masters at all.
He is Xinyan's eldest brother and his senior brother, and he has helped him several times.
The picture changed, and he thought of Sister Xinyan again, and the desperate and helpless crying sounds of Sister Xinyan, and his heart inexplicably hurt.
Time passes.
Lin Yunku sat by the stone platform, sleeping endlessly, eating or drinking, and not touching the drip of water.
Ten days later, the Thirteenth Master who walked out of the bamboo building was still lying quietly on the stone platform, but there was no one next to him.
Thirteenth Master's face changed slightly, his eyes swept away, and he felt a little relieved when he saw Lin Yun's back by the lake.
Moving slowly and walking over.
"Thirteenth Master, you said why are good people always living without long life in this world?"
Before the Thirteenth Master spoke, looking at the misty cold lake, Lin Yun said to himself: "I have been thinking about this question for the past ten days. I figured it out. There is actually no answer to this question. I don't need to go.
I think I shouldn’t sit here, I just need to follow my heart.”
"But as you said, there is no evidence left behind in this matter. Even if you guess who it is, Lingxiao Jiange will not dare to act rashly, and will not stand on your side."
Thirteenth Master pondered.
"So, it's time for me to leave."
Lin Yun turned around and looked calm. However, there was a chill that made people feel palpitations in the calmness.
In the world, there are too many constraints and rules. The older you are, the more you think, the more you think, the less you dare to move.
In a high position, I am afraid that it will affect my whole body with one blow, and I cannot tell the truth clearly.
But when someone dies, someone must be responsible and there is no need to think too much.
While my face is not old and my youth is still passionate, I ignore the world and only ask about the sword in my hand.