The day is like night, and the black clouds are densely covered.
Through the light of the sky that was cut through by Sword Master Yu Yuan's previous sword, one could vaguely see the flying clouds pressing down on the Tianshan Sword Tomb, surging and rolling.
Taking advantage of the violent wind and chaos, the vision suddenly flew.
In a remote mountain forest on a snowy road, Lu Zhuang, who was covered in blood and veins, was thrown heavily to the ground.
The blood and tendons are like tubes, frantically absorbing the essence and blood in Lu Zhuang's body.
Red threads as thin as tentacles kept drilling into his body.
Lu Zhuang didn't know what was going on in the outside world. He could only vaguely hear the whistling wind outside the blood veins that were as dense as a wall.
His body was almost paralyzed by pain, and the evil power rushing into his meridians was so strong that his body was about to burst.
But he could feel that the internal organs, spiritual power, and blood essence in his body were drying up at an alarming rate.
The after-effects of this life-eating sword seemed to be that his limbs and bones were about to be torn to pieces.
The terrifying sword energy kept biting his consciousness, and there seemed to be the sounds of countless ghosts sobbing and howling in his mind.
An even crazier feeling of suffocation came over him, and Lu Zhuang's thoughts began to become chaotic.
Suddenly.
The layers of blood-colored tendons covering the face were suddenly torn apart by a hand.
The darkness in front of his eyes suddenly cleared, and the cold air unique to winter filled his nose.
Lu Zhuang greedily breathed in the fresh air as if he had been reborn, like a fish that had been offshore for a long time and finally returned to the sea.
My vision, which was distorted and blurred due to lack of oxygen, gradually returned to clarity.
He tilted his head sideways and saw a familiar face under the dim light of the forest.
Lu Zhuang's eyes widened, as if he was extremely shocked, and he said in a solemn voice: "Yi...Yichuan?"
Ye Yichuan was wearing a long robe, but it was not the school uniform of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
He held half of the dissipating white stone in his hand, and when he rubbed his fingers, the white stone turned into ashes.
He shook his sleeves, took out a long sword that shone with cold light and was as thin as cicada wings, and raised his arm to chop it down.
The sword energy fell horizontally, chopping up all the bloody tentacles on Lu Zhuang's body, turning them into withered blood frost, mottled and fragile.
In just such a short time, Lu Zhuang's body had become shriveled and thin, and his cheeks were sunken.
It is true that most of his longevity cultivation has been lost.
He sat there tiredly with his sword in hand, and steeled himself to look up at Ye Yichuan.
He smiled bitterly: "I never thought that you would be the one who saved me in the end."
Ye Yichuan shook his head and said: "You are really stupid for being used by others without knowing it. Even if you risk your life to cut off the star rope of the Yuanli Sword, so what? You are going to die."
Lu Zhuang endured the pain of splitting in his heart and coughed twice, but his helpless smile became more free and easy.
"I didn't plan to survive today, but I didn't expect you to save me. Now that Tianxi Sword Sect is in chaos, Bailiyu doesn't have the time to take care of a small fish like me.
Mohe Heart Burial will naturally deal with him. If I have the chance to leave here, I can live a peaceful life for a few years. But..."
At this point, a trace of guilt appeared in Lu Zhuang's eyes: "Yichuan, it was me who got you involved after all."
Ye Yichuan stretched his brows and chuckled: "Between you and me, why bother talking about who will hurt whom? I'm just curious, Lu Zhuang, when you decided to do this, did you think about your fellow seniors in the sect.
Even though you hate the sect leader, there are many brothers and sisters in the Sword Sect. Do you feel shaken or guilty towards them?"
Lu Zhuang was startled, confused for a moment, and then whispered: "How can humans be ruthless if they are not grass and trees?"
Ye Yichuan said: "But you still did it, achieved Burial Heart, and pushed your fellow disciples into the abyss."
Lu Zhuang's eyes were firm: "There is no way to have both in this world. If you want to break the shackles, you must learn to choose. In my heart, nothing is more important than Lord Ji Pei."
"Break the shackles and learn to make choices..." Ye Yichuan chuckled: "That's true, Lu Zhuang, it seems that there is a reason why you can become friends with me."
Lu Zhuang stood up unsteadily with his sword in hand. He looked at Ye Yichuan with complicated eyes and said solemnly: "Whether you believe it or not, it was not my intention to kill you that night."
Ye Yichuan lowered his eyes: "I know."
Lu Zhuang hesitated and said: "The Tianxi Sword Sect is definitely not a good place. Moreover, the purpose of burying the heart this time is the Tianshan Star Cable, and his moves have always been accurate.
Although only one of the thirteen ropes has been broken now, with the method of burying the heart, it is very possible to break them all. With this action, he has set up a huge situation.
Once death is imminent, even your father may not be able to protect himself. I know it is ridiculous and shameless to say such a thing.
But Yichuan, I still hope that you can go down the mountain with me now and stay away from these right and wrongs.
Bailiyu himself has done too many evil things, and now his retribution has come, and you, a little disciple, cannot change it."
Ye Yichuan raised his eyebrows, as if he thought his words were unreasonable.
"Are you saying that I went down the mountain with you to live in seclusion, and didn't care about everything? Then I don't know when and where. My father died tragically in battle, but I couldn't even look at him?"
Being questioned in such a serious manner, Lu Zhuang felt even more ashamed. He lowered his head, not knowing what to say.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
The forest wind rustled, Lu Zhuang blinked, and his attention was suddenly attracted by the extraordinary spiritual power of the silver cold sword in Ye Yichuan's hand.
The sword was slender and slender, with a thin and sharp edge. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and had a layer of fine lines of frost and snow woven like a silkworm cocoon, which was astonishingly cold.
Judging from its appearance, it is clearly a top-quality fairy weapon.
Lu Zhuang suddenly felt something strange in his heart.
Ye Yichuan's biological mother came from a poor family, and his father Ye Qingzhou was also strict in educating his children and overindulging in indulgence. You must know that the romantic sword he used was only a top-quality fairy weapon.
Why would he find such a strange sword for his son?
Besides, isn’t what he practices thunder-based techniques?
Speaking of which, it was this sword that broke through the life-devouring sword just now.
When did Ye Yichuan become so secretive?
Before Lu Zhuang could discern clearly what the ancient characters printed on the sword were, Ye Yichuan's calm voice sounded: "What's that sword of yours about?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lu Zhuangxin said that you have asked me all the questions, what should I ask you?
Lu Zhuang did not hide anything about Burial Heart's arrangements: "He sacrificed the life-eating sword, Burial Heart, with half of the demonic essence. If the blood energy is used to activate the sword energy, it can break the star rope."
He smiled bitterly: "To put it bluntly, I use life as the power of the burning sword. With my cultivation, I can only cut off one star rope."
"How many do you think I could have cut off if it were me?"
"What?" Lu Zhuang was startled and looked up at him, only to see Ye Yichuan smiling.
"I'm joking, but I suggest you give this sword to me to solve the problem. With your current physical condition, if you continue to keep this sword by your side, I'm afraid it will be extremely harmful to your body."
The strange feeling in Lu Zhuang's heart became stronger, as if there was an invisible thread wandering in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it clearly.
He shook his head and said: "No, I need to return this sword to Burial Heart, I can't give it to you."
Ye Yichuan sighed and said, "That's all, it's up to you."
Seeing that he did not continue to insist on asking for the sword, the strange doubts in Lu Zhuang's heart were somewhat dispelled, and he did not want to stay in Baituo Mountain for too long.
He bowed to Ye Yichuan with a heavy heart: "Anyway, thank you for your help today. The road ahead for Tianxi is uncertain. I hope you will take care of it."
Ye Yichuan didn't argue too much with him and returned the favor as a fellow disciple.
There was a hint of sadness in his tone: "Have a good trip."
Lu Zhuang nodded, and when he turned around, his heart suddenly felt cold.
A strong wind blew up in the forest, bringing up the drops of blood falling from the sword's edge.
The double-edged cold sword did not encounter any obstruction, like ice like water, breaking through Lu Zhuang's broad back.
The cold and thin sword tip penetrated his chest inch by inch.
The blade of the sword, which can be used to detect people, hardly retains blood. The bright red blood beads roll without congealing, like bright red coral beads, blooming into a red flower at Luzhuang's feet.
The sword inserted from his back was until it had no hilt. It was not until the sword grid pressed against Lu Zhuang's cold back that his blank brain felt the pain belatedly and realized what had happened.
The sound of wind in the surrounding fields fell on his ears, and suddenly it became so quiet.
Only the sound of blood drops falling to the ground was clear to my ears, weak but hitting my heart hard.
A cold feeling of suffocation suddenly came over him, and Lu Zhuang opened his mouth wordlessly, but was choked by a mouthful of blood foam due to the howling wind.
The sword edge in front of his chest buzzed, as if he was preparing to withdraw it.
Lu Zhuang's eyes trembled, and he stretched out his hand blankly to hold the sword's edge.
The palm of his hand was cut open sharply, but he held it tightly as if he didn't know the pain, and his wrist was shaking violently.
He slowly turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on Ye Yichuan's face full of honesty and betrayal without blinking.
The dark eyes were too tired to bear any strong emotion of shock.
Lu Zhuang's pale face looked as haggard as death, and there was a shadow of despair and death under his eyelids.
The blood foam he coughed up wet and stained Ye Yichuan's face, which looked cool but was actually cool after his father.
"I can't understand."
Ye Yichuan did not answer, his lowered eyes looked extremely calm, and he could not see the guilt and pain of killing his best friend with his own hands.
He first took the life-eating sword from Lu Zhuang's hand and carried it behind his back.
He sighed and said: "I told you, Lu Zhuang, you are really stupid. You were taken advantage of without knowing it, and your life was wasted. Do you think it's hard or not?"
"You..." Lu Zhuang opened his eyes wide, but was unable to accuse. He could only smile sadly: "Who are you?"
Ye Yichuan laughed softly, but without emotion: "I come from the small town of Nanhe on the border. My name is Ye Yichuan. My mother died when I was nine years old. I became a member of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
To collect the body for Ye Qingzhou..."
"laugh------"
He suddenly pulled out the sword that penetrated Lu Zhuang's chest, and the sharp blade cut off all five of his fingers without mercy.
Blood spattered and dyed half of Ye Yichuan's cheeks red.
Lu Zhuang's body lost its support and fell on the chest of the person behind him.
Ye Yichuan had no expression on his face and let Lu Zhuang slide down from him little by little, leaving a long trail of blood on his clothes.
He lowered his eyes, looked at Lu Zhuang and said coolly: "You want me to go down the mountain? Ye Qingzhou died in a place I don't know and can't see. In this life, even if I die, I can't rest in peace!"
Lu Zhuang, who fell at his feet, finally saw clearly the two words engraved on the spiritual sword as cold as ice and snow in his hand.
"Hanzhi!"
Lu Zhuang's eyes were shocked, and it was as if the dying man suddenly came back to his senses.
He suddenly took action, grabbed his sleeve, and said excitedly: "This is... this is!!!"
Ye Yichuan let him pull and did not break away.
He raised the sword in front of his eyes and said calmly: "Yes, this is Han Zhijian, the personal sword of Young Palace Master Yin of Cangwu Palace."
He glanced at Lu Zhuang and said, "It's very useful, isn't it?"
Even when he was penetrated through the chest and his life was taken away, Lu Zhuang never showed any trace of hatred. At this moment, his eyes were as if he wanted to eat someone.
"What did you do to her! What did you do to her!"
"Don't worry, I won't hurt her."
Ye Yichuan sighed, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood spattered on Lu Zhuang's face.
"I know that your Lord Ji Pei's real loyal partner has never been the Tianxi Sword Sect, but Empress Zhongyou.
You love the house and the bird. Wherever Ji Pei's heart is, you will go there with all your heart.
Palace Master Yin Shao, who carries the Black Emperor Jade with her all day long, is the recognized Crown Princess of Zhongyou Imperial City.
Although Ji Pei doesn't say it openly, he has secretly solved a lot of troubles for her over the past two hundred years. You people are all jealous of her, and I all know that, Lu Zhuang."
His tone was soft and gentle, but he didn't know how much truth and falsehood there was in it: "So I won't hurt her. This can be regarded as fulfilling our friendship for so many years."
The hand that was holding on to his sleeve finally let go little by little after hearing these words.
Lu Zhuang's eyes became more and more distracted, and he muttered something he didn't know he was talking about. He was so weak that he couldn't hear clearly.
It wasn't until his chapped lips finally stopped buzzing that Ye Yichuan reached out his hand to close his eyes expressionlessly.
"Will you die in peace? It seems that you still blame me in your heart after all. If we..."
At this point, Ye Yichuan's voice paused and he did not continue speaking.
He stood up and raised his palm, striking out a bolt of thunder and fire, burning Lu Zhuang's body into ashes.
Ruchen's ashes were rolled up by his sleeves and he said calmly: "You are right, if you want to break the shackles, you must learn to make choices.
Lu Zhuang, you and I have different paths from the beginning, but since you are willing to treat me as a friend until your death, Sword Master Yu, I will kill for you."
"After everything is over, I will take you back to Zhongyou."
The wind and snow drifted down lonely through the dark clouds in the sky.
There was a loud noise in the sky, and the Tianshan Mountains shook and exploded. Amidst the mournful screams of thousands of swords, a scarlet thunder light bathed the winged bird and soared into the sky, crashing into the Tianshan Mountains and the sky.
Ye Yichuan squinted his eyes from the wind and snow, looked at Jiange and put it down.
He laughed softly and said: "Erhe Buried Heart, but there are two brushes. The soul of Yuanli Sword is completely dead. Now that it has become a fact, Bailiyu has no way to save himself. Duanmo may have run out of energy this time."
Alright."
"Interesting and interesting, come and see me again and turn him upside down."
Ye Yichuan smiled slightly and put on the red and black sword uniform. The life-eating sword on his back flashed, and a red light merged into his sleeve.
He said with a sword thought: "Sect Master, I found a clue of rebellion in Muyanglin, and I hope that the Sect Master will come and take a look!" If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk Search Novel Network
The update speed is the fastest on the entire network.