Si Xueyi took the Tianshang Spear and looked at Bai Lixuan with some confusion as he turned into light and shadow and escaped into the gun.
Talking about being sleepy but not sleeping may be Bai Lixuan's final stubbornness.
Si Xueyi stared at the Tianshang Spear for a while with a complicated expression. This was the first time he held the Tianshang Spear seriously.
This gun has been with him since he was eight years old. In his previous life, he accompanied him in battles and achieved great fame.
Now it is covered in rust, and apart from the familiar heaviness in your hand, you can't see any edge in it.
But Si Xueyi knows that as long as he is willing, as long as he injects true energy into it.
No matter how broken the Sky Sword Spear is, it is better than any other spiritual weapon and can compete with treasure weapons.
Spiritual vessel, treasure vessel, sacred vessel.
Except for the holy weapon that can reliably suppress the current Tianshang Spear, no matter how good the other treasures are, they cannot completely defeat the Tianshang.
As Si Xueyi's thoughts changed, true energy was involuntarily injected into the Tianshang Spear.
boom!
The Tianshang Spear immediately glowed brightly, and a cold wind overflowed out. The cold wind stirred up dust and fallen leaves around Si Xueyi.
Rumbling and whirring, a long-suppressed momentum is building up and roaring.
Fragments of past memories emerge uncontrollably.
"Young Master, let us go with you. The commander-in-chief was wronged!"
"Young Master, lead us Seven Dragon Generals to charge again!"
"Little Lord!!"
The wind was freezing and the snow was three feet thick.
The Sky Sword Spear slashed across the neck of a dragon general who stepped forward. It was the Blood Dragon General. He could have dodged it, but his face was as solid as iron and he did not move at all.
Whoops!
Blood spattered, turning the flying snowflakes into scarlet.
"Cover your neck and the wound will heal in half an hour."
Si Xueyi held Tianshang in his hand and said with an indifferent expression: "This is my family matter, so you don't have to worry about it. My last order to you is that you are not allowed to move until sunset!"
The seven grown men just stood in the heavy snow up to their knees, motionless, letting the snowflakes fall.
But their fists were clenched, tears flowed out of their eyes and turned into ice, and their murderous aura and anger were uncontrollable.
"Little Lord!!"
Seeing Si Xueyi walking further and further away without looking back, they roared.
Compared with the monstrous murderous intent and boundless rage in his body, this voice was desolate, painful and unwilling, like the wail of a defeated dog.
The screen flashes again.
"Father, everyone in the world knows that you have been slandered. It is impossible for you to rebel. Why do you have to plead guilty!"
Si Xueyi's lips were trembling, and he looked at the man opposite him helplessly and desperately.
That is his father Si Xueqing.
Si Xueqing's long hair fell down on his shoulders like a waterfall, and his face was painted like the most dexterous painter, like a fairy possessing him.
Smart and natural, with dragons and phoenixes, Xiaoxiao solemn, cheerful and green, even if there are pearls and jade beside you, you will feel ashamed.
"I have long been indifferent to life and death."
Si Xueqing put down the tea cup and raised his head, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a very graceful appearance.
Si Xueyi's expression was painful and complicated, and she said, "Is it because of me? Father, you are invincible, but I am your weakness after all!"
"Father, you look down on me. You look down on life and death. Why should I be afraid?"
He was so emotional that he stood up involuntarily as he spoke and pointed at Si Xueyi, feeling both angry and sad.
Si Xueqing stood up leisurely and said seriously: "Isn't it good to be alive?"
Seeing his calm and calm appearance, Si Xueyi became angry and his right hand trembled violently: "But your kindness to me makes my life worse than death!"
If you die because of me, how can I, Si Xueyi, feel at ease?
Si Xueqing felt disappointed when he heard this, but his determination remained unchanged. He only said solemnly: "I will not be able to pay you back in a hundred thousand years, let alone in one death."
He took a step forward and held Si Xueyi's trembling hand. The two cold hands were held together in the cold night.
Si Xueqing looked at Si Xueyi's hands, then raised his eyes and said: "Boy, don't shake your hands, so that all the fear in your heart will be known to others. As for the tears... If you can't help it, just cry alone."
good."
He wiped the corners of Si Xueyi's eyes, then turned and left, not looking back no matter how much Si Xueyi shouted.
Si Xueyi collapsed and cried: "Si Xueqing, you really make my life worse than death!"
With a click, all the memory images were shattered.
On the bank of the Canglong River, the dust and fallen leaves surrounding Si Xueqing had rolled up to a height of more than three meters at some point.
With the injection of true energy, the Tianshang Spear was filled with light that infected one-third of Changqing's body.
Just when the light was about to spread rapidly towards the tip and tail of the spear, Si Xueyi let go of his hand, the spear landed horizontally, and the light completely dissipated.
Bang!
The rolled up dust and broken leaves exploded directly, and the accumulated momentum was gone.
The aftermath surged out, and the ground with a radius of 100 meters seemed to have been washed a hundred times by rain. It was spotless and shockingly clean.
rock!
The moment before the spear landed, Si Xueyi lifted it slightly with his toes. The spear turned around several times before being caught by Youlong. This time, no real energy was injected into it.
"Dead memories... always come when they shouldn't..."
Si Xueyi sighed softly. He had an unsolved knot in his heart for nine hundred years. The laughter was just a disguise, and sadness was the background.
After all, he couldn't let go. Si Xueyi stopped injecting his true essence into Tianshang. He came to sit cross-legged on the big rock by the river, closed his eyes and practiced his kung fu.
…
At the same time, Uncle Qin also stopped with Fu Hongyao.
& nbs sps; after confirming that Sixue's clothing was far away, Uncle Qin was relieved, which was quite relieved.
Uncle Qin murmured in his heart, that little guy's cultivation has not even condensed the Yuan Dan, but why does it make me feel so dangerous?
All my disguises seemed to be seen through by him, and I couldn't hide any secrets at all.
This little guy’s eyes are so sharp!
Where did it come from?
Really from Canglan College?
Uncle Qin kept thinking about it but couldn't figure it out.
Fu Hongyao pouted angrily and said, "Uncle Qin, brother Xueyi and I haven't finished talking yet. Why did you take me away?"
Uncle Qin woke up with a start, with a smile on his face and a look of doting in his eyes. He smiled and said: "Miss, we actually have to leave. The mysterious man who drew the sword last night obviously didn't want to disturb the lady and Xue.
Mr. Yi was talking, so he stayed in the forest and didn't come out."
Fu Hongyao nodded and suddenly realized, a smile quickly appeared on his face and said: "Thank you, Uncle Qin. If you hadn't taken me away, Hongyao would have really delayed Brother Xueyi's affairs."
The mysterious man and Brother Xueyi must have something to talk about, but if I were always here, it would be inconvenient for Brother Xueyi to meet the mysterious man.
Uncle Qin said with a smile: "Miss is really smart as ice and snow. If I just give you a little bit, I will understand everything."
In fact, this is not the case at all. If we stay any longer, our young lady will really be abducted directly.
Fu Hongyao asked curiously: "Is that mysterious man very strong? Uncle Qin, have you seen any clues?"
Uncle Qin shook his head, the smile on his face faded, and he said solemnly: "I can't see it, it's completely impossible to see through it. The brilliance was shining last night, and the old slave couldn't even see his face clearly. As for his cultivation... he couldn't see it clearly at all.
"
There was a look of shock in Fu Hongyao's eyes. She knew Uncle Qin's strength. To say that the Cangxuan Palace was invincible was to underestimate him.
"The light of his sword contains vast and profound ancient meanings... His temperament is even more magnificent and mysterious..."
Uncle Qin murmured to himself, with worry flashing in his eyes, and continued: "When such a person appears in Cangxuan Mansion, I'm afraid the target is the same as us, but I don't know which family he belongs to..."
Fu Hongyao whispered: "Brother Xueyi seems to call him Bai Lixuan."
"Bai Lixuan!"
Uncle Qin had a look of extreme shock in his eyes and asked, "Miss, did he really say it was Bai Lixuan?"
Fu Hongyao nodded.
Uncle Qin took a deep breath of Canglongjiang on the spot, and after a long time he lost his mind and said: "How is this possible, how is this possible..."
Fu Hongyao was puzzled: "Uncle Qin, what's wrong? Who is Bai Lixuan?"
Uncle Qin sighed and said: "Bai Lixuan is the direct disciple of the Dragon Emperor. He is a once-in-a-lifetime swordsman wizard. He became a swordsman before he was thirty years old. After leaving Tianjue City, he studied the world of swordsmanship. He became a swordsman in just four or five years.
The title of Invincible shocked the world!"
"It seems a little unfair to him to say that he is extremely handsome, but what's more amazing about him is what's behind him."
Fu Hongyao's eyes showed a strange color and asked: "Uncle Qin, Uncle Qin, what happened next."
Uncle Qin muttered: "After the Dragon Emperor fell, his disciples all left Tianjue City at the center of the storm, either because they were avoiding disaster, because they were discouraged, or because they wanted to hide in secret."
"Only Bai Lixuan, who was already invincible in the holy realm, returned to Tianjue City after ten years of absence, and guarded Tianjue City for thirty years with one person and one sword."
"In the past thirty years, he has defeated several emperor-level warriors seeking revenge in Tianjue City. However, he was betrayed by a villain in the last battle, and he was finally defeated by the emperor-level warriors."
Fu Hongyao was extremely sad when he heard this and said: "How could this happen? What a pity."
Uncle Qin had a complex look on his face and said in a deep voice: "But not long after that Emperor Realm expert became arrogant, he was killed by Bai Lixuan using secret techniques. That sword fell and the stars shone brightly for thousands of miles, which can be seen from the corners of the world."
"After that, Bai Lixuan realized that he was about to die soon. Before his death, he turned into a bright moon to protect Tianjue City. It was not until the bright moon fell from the sky a hundred years later that Tianjue City, which had lost its protection, fell into desolation."
"For this reason, he was called the last Bai Yueguang of Tianjue City, and later generations also respected him as the Moonlight Sword Master."
Fu Hongyao opened his mouth slightly and was stunned.
After a long time, she sighed leisurely: "What a touching story. He returned to Tianjue City for the sake of Master's legacy. One man and one sword built a city. Even after his death, he turned into a bright moon and continued to protect Tianjue City."
Fu Hongyao thought of something and raised his head: "But why are you so shocked, Uncle Qin? After all, he lived nine hundred years ago."
Uncle Qin showed a bitter smile and took out an ancient broken sword.
boom!
Even though only half of it is left, this sword still exudes a terrifying edge, vaguely lingering with the power of the Supreme.
Fu Hongyao was surprised and said: "Is this the Supreme Sacred Artifact?"
Uncle Qin nodded silently: "My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, I don't know the details. Anyway, my ancestor had a sword master. After losing to Bai Lixuan, he broke the supreme holy sword with his bare hands."
"Afterwards, the old slave's family fell into decline and became homeless. No matter how difficult it was, this broken sword was preserved to remind the younger generations not to forget the shame of that time."
Fu Hongyao raised his head and said, "It turns out that Uncle Qin is also a person with stories, but... what does Bai Lixuan look like?"
Uncle Qin thought for a while and said: "He became a sword master at a young age, so he is naturally youthful and graceful."
Fu Hongyao muttered: "That shouldn't be the same person. Brother Xueyi calls that mysterious person grandpa."
Uncle Qin said with a smile: "It's definitely not the same person. Everyone in the world knows that he has died a long time ago. It should be just the same name, or it's a mystery. As Master Xueyi, there will be a protector following him. But the name Bai Lixuan...
Let the old slave recall this past event."
He definitely doesn't believe that Bai Lixuan is still alive, and it's best not to be alive. The complete Supreme Holy Sword was broken by someone.
He is now holding a broken sword and trying to avenge his shame, which is no different from committing suicide.
Uncle Qin gave his guess: "There is a high probability that he is here for the Longling Treasure House."
Fu Hongyao's eyes lit up. Will Brother Xueyi come too?