The three-foot-seven-inch long sword, half of the blade was stuck on the stone slab, and half of the blade was connected to the hilt, trembling slightly.
This ancient sword has many legendary stories, and not many people don't know this sword.
When Zuo Qiu saw the edgeless sword at his feet, his depressed expression suddenly became excited.
She wanted to talk, to tell the man not to save her.
However, no matter how hard she tried, she could only make a hoarse sound of "ho ho" from her throat. God knows what kind of cruel torture the Xuantian Sect used on her during the past few days when she was imprisoned in the Xuantian Sect.
So much so that she couldn't even utter a single word.
The big guys who were sitting on the stone platform stood up one after another.
Zui Taoist, Ouyang Caiyu, and Ye Xiaochuan's former friends all looked worried after seeing the sword appear.
Their last illusions were shattered.
Ye Xiaochuan is really here! Silence, hundreds of thousands of people are staring at the ancient sword stuck diagonally at Zuo Qiu's feet, and the entire sacred mountain is suddenly filled with terrifying silence.
After silence comes noise.
Someone shouted: "It's the bladeless sword of the demon Ye Xiaochuan! Everyone, be careful! He is very fast, don't let this demon kidnap Zuo Qiu!"
Among the crowd, Yun Qiyou couldn't help but take a few steps forward. The strange yet familiar throbbing in her heart was stronger than ever before.
Her heartbeat began to accelerate and her blood began to surge.
Deep in my mind, there seemed to be sporadic memory fragments flickering.
She tried hard to recall her past memories and grasp those flickering memories.
She failed once again.
The more she tried to retrieve her lost memories, the more her head hurt.
Every time the man's figure started to become clearer, it slowly became more blurry.
Maybe this is the curse imposed on her by God.
Yuan Xiaolou was also among the crowd at the top of the mountain. She looked at the invincible sword and burst into tears.
Seven years.
It has been seven years since she and Ye Xiaochuan separated.
In the past seven years, she has been thinking about that unruly man all the time.
"Husband..." she called softly.
She didn't even realize that she was already crying.
Ye Xiaochuan's friends in the past were also very excited at this moment.
Baili Yuan, Qin Fanzhen, Yang Jiu, Jing Se... too many people have not forgotten him over the years.
In the hearts of these people, Ye Xiaochuan is their friend from life to death, not a big devil that everyone can kill.
That's how people are.
Some people's death is often more important than their life.
It's just that many people don't realize this.
By the time they understood this sentence, it was already too late.
If it hadn't been for the incident eight years ago, no one would have understood that Ye Xiaochuan's death was more meaningful than Ye Xiaochuan's life.
The noise echoed up and down the sacred mountain, and no one cared about Zuo Qiu's life or death at this moment.
The use of Zuoqiu, in most opinion, has disappeared.
Ye Xiaochuan is the real protagonist of the Shenshan Public Trial.
Li Xuanyin sat at the top of the table with stern eyes.
He has been waiting for this day for too long.
The hatred of killing his master and the hatred of seizing the treasure have made Li Xuanyin bear too much pressure over the years.
Only with the blood of Ye Xiaochuan can the shame of Xuantian Sect over the years be washed away.
He slowly stood up, opened his hands, and signaled everyone to quiet down.
Then, he said slowly: "Ye Xiaochuan, since you have come to the sacred mountain, don't hide your head and show your tail. Some grievances should be settled today."
A figure slowly walked out from the east end of the square.
He was not walking on the stone floor, but slowly walking in mid-air about thirty feet above the square ground.
He walked very slowly, very slowly. Every step he took on the void seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart, and he made a thumping sound.
Every step he takes leaves a solid footprint in the ethereal void.
His steps were no different from ordinary people, and his footprints extended from the east to the altar in the west.
This strange man, who had disappeared for eight years, appeared in front of the world again.
Eight years ago, under the spotlight, he ran away like a lost dog.
Eight years later, he returned to the world under the spotlight.
Different from that time, this time, he didn't run away.
But the return of the king.
At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's appearance has not changed much from that of the past, except that the cynical smile on the corner of his mouth has faded, and the whole person looks strong and upright.
It seems that this whole world is held up by his back! In the eyes of everyone, this resolute iron-blooded man is like a god from ancient times.
The body exudes endless chill and desolation.
Traveling through time and space, we arrived at the other side of time and space.
It seemed like he was the only one left in the whole world.
And that ancient sword.
Before that, everyone had deduced countless ways for Ye Xiaochuan to appear.
No one thought that Ye Xiaochuan would appear in such a leisurely way.
His calm eyes, calm expression, calm steps... all tell the world about his inner world.
Yun Qiyou raised his head and looked at the man walking slowly above his head.
She finally saw the true face of the vague man in her dream! At this moment, a burst of energy suddenly exploded deep in her head.
She finally caught a flash of memory! It was the familiar mountain behind Samsara Peak and Si Guo Cliff.
In my memory, the man in green clothes in front of me was still a young man with a childish look and a sinister look on his face.
She asked: "Who are you?"
He answered: "Ye Xiaochuan, the only disciple of Zui Taoist."
She asked: "How long have I been unconscious?"
He replied: "You were in a coma for two days. That night you were practicing Beidou Zhu Shen in the back mountain, and you were attacked by the evil spirit... I saved you. I am your savior. I don't ask you to commit yourself to me or do anything.
Ma Ma repays me, but if you can give me a hundred and ten taels of silver, I will be very happy... Otherwise, seventy taels will be fine. If not, just thirty or fifty taels will be fine... Senior Sister Yun, you won't be like this
Stingy, right?
Ten taels, it can’t go any lower! Eight taels, the jumping price is eight taels!”
For the first time, memories of the past flashed through Yun Qiyou's mind clearly.
This was the scene when she and Ye Xiaochuan met for the first time.
This scene is unforgettable for both of them.
Yun Qiyou raised his head and silently looked at the man who was gradually becoming clearer in his heart.
She tightened her grip on Zhan Chen, and the corners of her eyes slowly became moist.
There seemed to be a magical voice calling a name in my heart.
"Xiaochuan..." she murmured.
Human emotions are not controlled by the head, but originate from the heart.
No matter how many years have passed and how many hardships we have experienced, the dusty memories deep in our hearts will never be erased.
It seems that he has sensed the master's state of mind, and seems to have regained the connection after being cut off for many years.
At this moment, the Zhanchen Divine Sword was trembling slightly and making a buzzing sword sound.
