Chapter seven hundred and sixty seventh: Bodhi flower
The surrounding fields are quiet, and the majestic night is coming.
In the dark and silent night, the cold wind howled, and faint whimpering could be heard in the deep rustle of the ancient forest, as if an innocent soul was crying. The sky was stained with thick ink, and black clouds piled up into one piece, making it almost impossible to see the stars.
The temperature continues to drop at night, and although the winter snow has stopped, the snow in the ancient forest is still deep.
swish swish...
It was as if something extremely fast was swimming across the surface of the earth.
A very long trace was left in the snow, like an earthworm crawling across it. At the end, a small earth bag suddenly arched up.
A pale green snake emerged from the snow. The snake was extremely thin and long. It spit out blood and venom and screamed incessantly.
In the darkness, a scarred hand reached out like lightning and strangled the snake's seven inches. The palm of his hand swallowed up his spiritual power, and the one-meter-long venomous snake's body exploded into minced meat.
Lu Zhuang didn't even have time to wipe away the venom and blood on his body. The disordered Qi movement continued to destroy the meridians of his body.
His face was pale, his body tilted, and he leaned against a pine tree to adjust his breathing for a moment.
After his expression gradually calmed down, he lowered his gaze and looked at the warm, scarlet blood between his fingers with obscure eyes. He smiled slightly and said, "You are really capable. The Yue Female Sword Master was injured like this by you so easily.
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Deep in the jungle, a group of black jackdaws fluttered their wings and flew deep into the thick sea of clouds.
Not far from Lu Zhuang, a figure slowly walked out. The man was wearing a black cloak that was as cold as the night.
His facial features were covered by darkness, and his specific appearance was unclear.
The man's voice was low and hoarse: "Don't worry, I won't kill her. I just want her to be more honest. This snake's poison is what gives her the most headache."
Having said this, he smiled softly, with a fleeting evil spirit in his laughter: "However, it is precisely because of her honest nature that even if she is riddled with bitterness and tortured all night, she will still not be exposed in front of others tomorrow.
Just look at the slightest bit of strangeness, after all, this is the poison of a deadly snake."
Lu Zhuang's body was covered with goosebumps. This man had clearly secretly poisoned the Second Sword Master and was the culprit responsible for her misery. However, the evil tone actually contained a lingering hint of pity and pity, which made people feel all over.
Cold.
His face was solemn and he said coldly: "I can't control the lives of other people in the Tianxi Sword Sect. I just want Bailiyu to die!"
The man in black robe smiled solemnly: "You are so loyal. Don't worry, my goal is the same as yours. I don't want to hurt innocent people unless I have to."
As he spoke, he slowly took out a hand from his sleeve robe, holding a snake-shaped thin sword in his hand, and his voice contained an expectant smile.
"Come, hold this "Killing Life". As the leader of the Youbing soldiers and an important inner disciple guarding the sword rope of Tianshan Mountain, you should know how to perfectly avoid those spies, sneak into Tianshan Mountain, and find suitable opportunities.
, I need you to cut off the thirteen star chains as quickly as possible."
Lu Zhuang's eyes hesitated for a moment, and finally he took the sword, lowered his eyes and said: "Even if I risk my life to cut the star rope, the sword guards of the Tianxi Sword Sect are not vegetarians, and they will definitely alarm the sword master. Thirteen Roots
Star rope, with the power of your sword, I can only cut off two at most."
The man in black robe was confident: "You just need to try your best, even if there are only two, it will be great. I have a way to make the Tianshan Sword Tomb collapse to the earth."
The hesitant look in Lu Zhuang's eyes finally became firmer: "In this way, Lu Zhuang has died a worthy death. Please don't forget the covenant oath between you and me."
"I dare not forget it, but... before it happens again, you seem to have to deal with the little tail you brought with you." The man in black robe folded his hands in front of his chest, smiled slightly, and looked behind Lu Zhuang.
A piercing sword energy was coming from him. Lu Zhuang's eyes trembled, and the back of his neck felt cold. He took a deep breath, stepped on his feet, and transformed into a thunder shadow to move quickly.
The sword energy failed and struck the tree sharply, directly cutting off the middle of the strong tree that the two people hugged each other.
Amidst the roar, the big tree with dead branches and leaves fell down. In his confused vision, Lu Zhuang saw a familiar face.
That face was full of the pain and anger of being deceived and betrayed, with a burning accusation that made people's hearts palpitate.
The blood on Lu Zhuang's face suddenly disappeared, and he murmured: "Yi...Yichuan?"
Ye Yichuan's face was as cold as frost, and he closed his eyes in pain: "I did not hesitate to disobey the sect master's order and commit the crime of deceiving the superiors and concealing the truth, so I let you live! Why... you still refuse to repent! You insist on destroying the Tianxi Sword.
Zong!"
Lu Zhuang looked at his pale and haggard friend in front of him, filled with guilt and sadness. He opened his mouth and was about to explain, when the voice of the man in black robe beside him was so calm that it was almost cold.
"kill him."
Lu Zhuang was shocked. He saw Ye Yichuan, who was walking toward the two of them with a sullen face and a desperate look on his face. A hint of prayer appeared in his eyes: "Let's go..."
The man in black robe sneered, "Do you think he will leave? Do you think he can still leave?"
Lu Zhuang's body was shaking more and more violently. Looking at Ye Yichuan, who was walking towards him with a serious expression, the pain in his eyes became darker and darker. He shook his head and said, "Don't force me..."
Ye Yichuan looked stern, pointed a sword at his heart, and sternly accused: "Did you use my poisonous wound to trick me into letting you into the Changqing Pavilion to steal Chi's blood to temper this sword?"
He smiled sadly: "A hundred years of friendship, it turned out to be a mirror, it turned out that you harbored evil intentions, it turns out that you are the traitor! You are worthy of the sect leader! Are you worthy of Lord Ji Pei?!"
Hearing the name Ji Pei, Lu Zhuang's face suddenly turned ferocious, and the burning hatred instantly suppressed the pain and struggle in his eyes.
He hissed: "It is for Lord Ji Pei that I want Bailiyu to die! That villain Bailiyu! That hypocrite who burns bridges by crossing rivers! How he used the Zhongyou Dynasty to consolidate his position and power!
Lord Ji Pei has gone through many deadly battles with him, and has never betrayed him, but what about him!"
Lu Zhuang gradually became crazy and full of hatred: "He knew that Master Ji Pei was interested in Ying Ji, but he still wanted to marry her! He knew it clearly! Master Ji Pei had made great achievements, but he always cared about your thoughts.
Over the years, I have deliberately kept you cold and given him the title of Six Swords without any bias! Ridiculous! Extremely ridiculous!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became: "Who is Bailiyu! If he hadn't come to be the master of the Laoshizi Sword! Lord Ji Pei was already the King of Zhongyou Yin! He wouldn't be afraid of being on an equal footing with him, the master of the Tianxi Sword!"
I just want to destroy his foundation and trample him under my feet! Let him look up to Zhongyou for the rest of his life! Let him pay the bloody price for his stupidity, arrogance and arrogance!"
Ye Yichuan was stunned like a thunderbolt, and his face turned pale: "You... what nonsense are you talking about? Ji... how could Master Ji Pei... how could he treat Ying Ji... You don't want to confuse the public with your monstrous words and slander the sect leader.
Clear reputation!"
Lu Zhuang sneered: "Pure reputation? What kind of reputation does Bailiyu have? It's just a reputation that is praised by the world."
The man in black robe chuckled and said: "Hey, you've really exposed too much. This little disciple knows so much, and it's even more difficult to live. Although he is good with you, no matter how good he is, he can't compare to you."
Is your Lord Ji Pei important?"
Lu Zhuang's expression froze and he couldn't say a word.
"Forget it, since you are so obedient, I won't embarrass you anymore." The man in black robe chuckled again: "Shall I take care of this little mouse for you?"
Without giving any time to react, the man in black robe used two slender fingers from deep within the edge of his wide sleeves to gently wave his sword fingers casually.
The sound of bones breaking came from Ye Yichuan's chest, and then his body flew into the air and crashed into the huge snow tree behind him with a crash.
The thick tree cracked, and Ye Yichuan fell among the broken wood, choking and coughing, but no blood was seen gushing out.
As soon as his churning blood surged up into his throat uncontrollably, with a sweet taste rising up, the heat flowed back toward his chest and abdomen again under a strange force.
Immediately, a delicate and small blood-colored ice crystal sword burst out of the throat!
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
Like this, it still doesn’t stop!
A small bloody ice crystal sword grew sharply from his chest and arm!
There was a scarlet look of despair in Ye Yichuan's eyes. The opponent's sword intent was so strong that it was able to directly turn the blood in his body into his sword intent across space for him to use.
The cold sword intent in his body was still rampant. Although Ye Yichuan felt the terrible gap between the two, facing this person, he had no chance of surviving today.
But disciples of Tianxi, how can you give up!
A trace of crazy desperation appeared on his face, and he suddenly raised the sword and stabbed it into his chest.
He twisted his wrists hard, and the blade of the sword was filled with sizzling lightning current. Then there were several muffled thunderclaps like fried beans coming from his chest, and the small bloody sword growing in his body finally shattered into slag.
Ye Yichuan groaned, and a wisp of cold blood finally overflowed from the corner of his lips.
"Oh? He actually poured his own sword energy into his body through an act of self-mutilation to confuse my sword intention. He is indeed Ye Qingzhou's son and a talented person."
The man in black robe sounded regretful and waved again.
Ye Yichuan raised his blood-stained but extremely stubborn face, and once again his body rose into the air and flew out hard.
This time, behind him was a snow-covered mountain rock. The snow on the rock surface flowed into water, and then quickly condensed into a huge ice sword.
Ye Yichuan's back door was wide open, and the direction he flew towards was directly facing the tip of the sword.
Lu Zhuang's fists tightened again and again, and his pale face turned extremely ugly. After several struggles, the guilt and pain finally overcame the hatred in his eyes. He roared and rushed out regardless of his own safety.
The man in black robe glanced at him lightly, with a mocking smile on his lips.
Don't underestimate yourself.
Since he wanted to take Ye Yichuan's life, how could Lu Zhuang save him in time?
It was obvious that Lu Zhuang was about to catch up. Amidst the roar in the air, Ye Yichuan raised his blood-stained face, with only a pair of eyes as bright as stars, and said in a hoarse voice: "Luzhuang, turn back..."
Lu Zhuang's eyes suddenly trembled violently, and the heartbreaking word "no" was about to come out.
The wind between the heaven and the earth suddenly became silent, as if time had frozen. Ye Yichuan's body, which was heavily injured, seemed to have suddenly lost its weight, like a fallen leaf swaying.
Between the rocks, on top of the huge ice sword, a slender dark shadow stood out of thin air, with a waist-length black hair swaying gently in the wind.
The beauty with flying black hair slowly raised an arm in the night wind. The gentle evening breeze was like a feather fan, blowing the warm breeze, curling up from behind her, and blowing her green silk hair across her cheeks.
Ye Yichuan's body fell into the soft wind and was wrapped in warmth. A misty, quiet blue light suddenly appeared in the wind, which penetrated into his bright red wound like a firefly.
Immediately, the wound healed quickly.
Lu Zhuang's figure suddenly stopped, looking at the woman on the ice sword in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice: "Eldest Princess... Zhao Wenjun?"
The man in black robe said in a strange tone: "Your Highness the Princess...she is so well hidden."
Zhao Wenjun took a step forward, and the huge ice sword suddenly collapsed into crumbs. She floated down from the cold crumbs of ice crystals, stretched out her bare hands, lifted up Ye Yichuan's back collar, and said: "I took this person away."
The man in black robe spread his hands and expressed his helplessness: "It's a pity that Her Royal Highness the Princess and this little mouse have to stay here tonight."
"Really?" Zhao Wenjun smiled faintly, his sleeves danced lightly, and the seemingly non-existent Qi in his body suddenly continued like a river and the sea. Behind him, the Taoist form shone brightly, and a twelve-leaf golden bodhi flower bloomed in succession. Spreading like the sky.
Bodhi flower is famous as the flower of the emperor.
Gold is the symbol of the dragon vein of supreme imperial power.
The Qin Kingdom has been passed down for thousands of years, with successive generations of kings and ministers. Only since six hundred years ago, the dragon vein of the country has been integrated with the eldest princess Zhao Wenjun.
All civil and military officials regretted that the dragon's veins fell into the body of a princess without spiritual roots, and she was buried since then, and it is difficult to see her great power again.
Zhan Xin never imagined that today he would be able to witness the power of Qin's dragon veins with his own eyes.
Under the hood, his eyes gradually darkened.
Although he had never had a head-to-head confrontation with the eldest princess in the ancient battlefields of history.
It is possible that the general princess who was able to compete with the young sword master back then, who made the seventy-two hell magic and demon generals fearful, could compete with the sword master Yu in terms of her talent and cultivation of swordsmanship.
In addition, the dragon veins complement each other.
During the past hundreds of years, the eldest princess seemed to be a useless person without spiritual roots, but in fact she was secretly pursuing her career. Look at the golden and powerful dragon vein energy, which actually gave her the power to swallow the sky and the world. meteorological.
If we really want to care about strength, Sword Master Yu may not be able to beat her if he doesn't click on his life star and consume his life...
Zhan Xin knew that the situation was very unfavorable for him at this moment. Fighting with such a secretive eldest princess on White Camel Mountain, not to mention that the plan he had worked so hard to prepare was ruined, he might not even be able to escape unscathed. .
But, does she really want to start a war with him here?
The corners of Zhan Xin's lips curled up, and he sighed softly: "Sword Master, you are so pitiful. His most trusted comrade, his childhood sweetheart, and the infatuated woman who has been in love with him for hundreds of years turned out to be the one who deceived him the most. "