Chapter 321 Sword Sorrow (Part 2)

Pei Ye didn't even catch the knife. In fact, even if he saw it, the boy couldn't react at all.

Liuli came over and knocked the knife away. The black-robed figure suddenly tilted. On the sword body, the cloud white true energy became more dense.

The next moment, the second sword intent arose from the Qiushui sword body.

As soon as the first sword ended, he started the second move as if no one was around. The woman once said that within 200 miles, as long as Liuli was by your side, the second-level master of Xuanmen couldn't hurt you. Pei Ye absolutely believed this.

He didn't want to bet whether the power of the person in front of him was below the second level of Xuanmen, but at this moment, he was the only one who could suppress this person for a moment.

Once this person caught his breath, it would be a massacre for everyone.

The woman seemed to be on the horizon outside the city. After Liuli repelled the long knife with a sword, a sharp flickering stab at the black-robed throat again very quickly.

This brought the young man an unexpected surprise. He had seen the impact that a sword of will could bring to the person in front of him, although it was only for a moment. But he believed that it was a gap that Liuli could try to seize!

Death on a snowy night——

But the black robe realized this dangerous situation faster than him.

While feeling the force coming from the knife, he opened his left hand, which had been clasped in the air, facing the young man who raised the sword in front of him.

The hazy amber material showed up. Soul-stealing beads.

Pei Ye froze for a moment, and his body fell down in a mess after half of the sword was used.

The black robe immediately gritted his teeth and swung the knife horizontally, doing his best to block the Liuli that was coming in. The abundant Xuan Qi hit the man's chest against the blade, breaking his bones and bleeding, and the Xuan Qi around him was scattered and messy, like broken Liuli.

But it was only in this move.

No matter how you look at it, the man has reached his limit, but now there is only a Liuli that can fight him.

Not enough to fill the offensive.

As long as the body of "Yeque" is not beaten into a broken piece like Minghao by a breath, as long as there is a chance to recover, the great cycle of heaven and earth will flow, and the mysterious energy will support his body again.

They have already done everything to hold back this breath, now, who else can make up for this sword?

Pei Ye has come to his senses in the air, but the black figure is already in a place where the soul of falling life can hardly touch.

In the manor, the white mysterious formation has been running in the fog for a long time, and now it finally hangs up the light of the sky.

The black robe swung the long knife, and at the moment when his figure leaned over there, a shocking wave suddenly broke through the void.

Pei Ye didn't know how to describe the scene that appeared in front of him. All the incredible things he had seen were strung together in his heart.

The empty, clear, and drizzling night sky seemed to be suddenly opened like a curtain.

Thoroughly and truly from nothing, the clear void first carved out the shape, and then all the substance climbed and filled it out.

In the quiet sky of the rainy night, a very impactful and brilliant picture grew.

Bright sword, rage, hair, flying collar.

Behind the young swordsman seemed to be another world of explosion, without prelude and accumulation, he appeared with the most peak mountain-shaking tsunami, and the invisible air blasted thirty feet!

The third chapter of "Bengxue", [Dark and Bright].

Meng Li's face was as hard as iron and his eyes burned like red. He didn't know how long he had waited and suppressed in the void, until this moment, he poured everything to the person in front of him!

The long sword pierced into the heart.

Time seemed to stand still.

Because this picture stood still in the air.

At the moment when the tip of the sword pierced the black robe's body, the young man was completely solidified in the air.

The play owner slowly grasped the blade in front of him. Behind the play, a pair of cold eyes finally showed a trace of relief for the first time.

"I know you can't help it." He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse with blood.

He put his life on the hook and let it be toyed with. He was forced to a real death by a group of people who practiced meridians just for the person in front of him.

This was his third purpose.

Pei Ye and Wu Dong's heart fell to the bottom of the valley at the same time.

It turned out that he had never entered a real desperate situation, but had always kept the last strength for where he wanted to use it.

Now, the sky was dark, and there was no snow-white cloud at all. Before Ming Qitian arrived, he could at least easily kill everyone except Pei Ye.

The strange and cold play face swept lightly, and the heavy suffocation gripped Pei Ye's mouth and nose. He immediately clenched the hilt of the sword and looked around.

But the next moment, only a silent smile was left, and he staggered slightly into the fluorescent light.

Pei Ye was stunned.

The next moment, his mind suddenly relaxed - in order to lure out this swordsman, he had really paid a heavy price in terms of injuries.

The young man's previous words and the extremely aggressive Zan Xin Liuli still put pressure on him after all, and this demon who had achieved his goal decided to leave.

Of course it was good, Pei Ye suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. This battle with this man was a sudden and unprovoked disaster. He didn't even know how this battle started and who the people present were.

In particular, he had always been concerned about the safety of the girl - she was originally overwhelmed by heart disease, unlike himself who drank dragon blood to recover. In this unknown environment and dangerous battle, his uneasiness about her was like the girl's mood when she watched the old man desperately rushing up.

Now seeing that this man decided to leave - even though he had achieved his goal, Pei Ye still breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

But, of course, restraint does not mean reconciliation. They don't have to risk their lives to get close to this person. Pei Ye pointed and Liuli left again.

With only this sword left, it is indeed impossible to hurt him, but even if it is regarded as an escort before leaving, it is better than nothing. As things came to an end, Pei Ye subconsciously turned his head to look for the figure he had been thinking about.

The whole person suddenly froze, and the boy suddenly rushed forward like crazy, and a hoarse and distorted voice roared from his throat.

"——Li Piaoqing!!!"

Li Piaoqing trembled a little as he crossed a broken wall. The falling blood shadow came into view, and all the sounds in his ears seemed to have disappeared.

The pale bones were so dazzling between the dust and bricks that she couldn't breathe.

The dark red blood spread from under the body, and some tiny dirt floated up, like a strange and beautiful small pool.

The body was deformed, the skin in the abdomen was broken, and the shapes of some organs were exposed.

An old, yellowed book was squeezed out of the old man's arms, flying away with blood stains, but the sword was still clenched in his hand.

The old man's head turned to the other side and did not move, leaving her with only a white-haired and blood-stained back of his head.

The girl found it difficult to sort out what was in her mind when her loved one appeared in such a tragic state.

The vague and hoarse voice echoed in her mind, and Li Piaoqing felt a life-threatening pain. It took her two breaths to react. It was the poison in her heart that burned fiercely again.

The old man was indeed seriously injured to the limit. He did not respond to the footsteps of the girl a few feet away. Li Piaoqing looked at this scene with a cold body.

Yes, as a master, the old man was still alive and could indeed survive, but his life was already very short. Li Piaoqing did not know how much this injury would burn this dying candle. She only saw that the last loved one was moving away from her quickly.

Among all the indescribable emotional shocks, the most vivid was the anger that came from nowhere.

Why? ! !

The girl seemed to feel betrayed in her tears that almost collapsed.

He had clearly agreed to hide behind her, to accompany her for the past two years, and to teach her how to be a good leader. In the dangerous environment of Xiangzhou, the girl was really happy all the time.

She fought against her beloved boy, gradually understood everything about him, and was slowly accepted by everything around him. And all these days of innocence and presumption actually came from this figure who always tolerated her infinitely.

She knew that the old man was waiting for her in Bowang. She was looking forward to showing off her merits after returning victoriously, and looking forward to the development that this time could bring to Cui Yu.

She had never thought that she would face such a scene so suddenly.

She walked forward slowly and stiffly until she saw more details of this body, and her heart was hit hard by a cold hammer again.

A completely broken arm.

It had left the shoulder, with white bones and bloody flesh.

Tears could no longer be restrained. She suddenly opened her mouth wide and strode towards the old man with a blank mind. At this moment, fear and all other emotions became fuel for anger. In her collapse, she just wanted to rush over and ask him why he did this!

To ​​her, he was the last relative; to Cuiyu, he was the only master!

Then, she saw in disbelief that the old man actually moved again.

He was not unconscious yet, or he had just recovered from the heavy blow.

It was not that he felt her. The mist seemed to weaken the perception of the Xuanmen cultivators. The old man struggled to support his body with one arm and moved towards An Zang's body with difficulty.

Li Piaoqing could not see his expression from behind, but from that angle, he was still staring at the black robe in the sky.

He clearly did not have the strength to draw a sword!

If this body suffered any more trauma, it would definitely die completely!

Li Piaoqing could hardly believe her eyes. At this moment, fear overwhelmed anger again. The hoarse voice filled the whole brain. The heart was suffocated. The girl rushed forward almost desperately.

In such a chaotic panic, she suddenly saw something on the other side of the old man.

As the old man stood up, the outline in the fog and darkness appeared. The old man had just kept his head facing that direction without moving. It turned out that he was looking at him. It.

Shang Huaitong.

Li Piaoqing stared at him in a daze. His once high-spirited and arrogant face was now just stupid.

He was knocked off his wheelchair by the collapsed house, and his lower body was smashed into the ruins. Blood had already overflowed. His face and hair were also covered with dirty blood, but he still just stared around blankly.

Li Piaoqing was stunned in front of this scene, as if a piece of his heart was bitten off by something.

She suddenly lowered her head and saw the old book at her feet that the old man had been holding in his arms.

"Emerald Explanation".

The cover was turned over, and the childish handwriting filled the blood-stained title page, all of which were carefully recorded stroke by stroke. In the slightly curled lower right corner, there were three equally childish words.

Bai Yuliang.

Li Piaoqing suddenly realized what he had missed all along.

For everyone, the same "hatred" is directed at different things. People cannot hate what they cannot see, nor can they hate what they do not care about.

For the girl, she stared at the Seven Dragon Cave with a ferocious and paranoid look, and from Mr. Lu's mouth, she put the soul-stealing person under her blood-red eyes.

In countless nights, she thought about them wiping the green sword blade.

So after that night by the lake, the girl's heart, which was buried in the deep poison pool, was penetrated by the light, and she suddenly became clear.

But she forgot that after she knew about it on this day, the old man's hatred was deeply burned.

He personally raised the man from the age of wearing open-crotch pants.

Innocent, cute, naughty, reckless, willful, tenacious, diligent, responsible, bright, and cheerful. Humiliation.

The old man is among the Xuanmen, and he is indeed at the bottom of this realm. He does not have rare talents and does not know the profound Xuanjing. His realm has only been grinding at the first level for many years.

But in this way, can he easily regard Qisheng, who was killed by one finger, as the final murderer of the man?

But in this way, can the high-ranking Huansilou use his beloved disciple as material unscrupulously? !

How many times of self-blame and pain, the poisonous flame burning in the old man's heart has always been towards this shadow.

Suddenly, everything went quiet. Li Piaoqing stared at the figure of the old man not far away. All the chaotic and fiery emotions disappeared quietly.

The old man was still a little slow to the movement behind him. He took off a small talisman hidden on his waist with his only remaining hand, took a deep breath, slowly turned his head and looked at the sky, revealing most of his face.

Li Piaoqing had never seen the old man with such a strange look.

The old man seemed to never have a temper. He always smiled kindly. Even though he was old, he always liked to make all kinds of easy-going jokes, like a gentle dove.

But now his face was as hard as iron, and he stared at the sky indifferently. When he picked up the sword with blood stains, he looked like an angry phoenix.

"Sparrow in the fog". Li Weiru was completely unable to control the mysterious energy, but the cloud locked the red building, and it was still there. The old man slowly clenched the hilt of the sword with his backhand, like a tiger about to jump out again.

Li Piaoqing walked over slowly.

It took Li Weiru a while to realize that the movement behind him was no longer coming from Shang Huaitong.

He pressed his sword and turned his head, and immediately froze.

He had never expected to see the girl at this moment.

As if he had suddenly come back to his senses from a certain state, a trace of panic suddenly jumped out of this old and cold expression, and then the ice on his face quickly melted, and a panic-stricken helplessness was revealed. Li Piaoqing had rarely seen the old man lose his composure like this, and now he subconsciously shrank his hands and feet, as if he wanted to hide this injured body.

Seeing the girl's tear-stained face, the old man's breathing almost stopped, and he said hoarsely: "No, it's okay, I... My mind is confused. I won't go, Piaoqing, I won't go."

Li Piaoqing couldn't say a word, until this time she saw so clearly what kind of pampering she had been receiving all along.

Li Weiru was indeed not prepared to take action.

He could see that the girl was relaxed these days, and he was also very pleased that she had walked out of the shadows and found a direction for her sustenance and efforts.

The old man decided to compromise with the hatred in his heart. He kept telling himself that helping the girl walk this path well was actually more important than the things he couldn't let go of.

This time, he just couldn't ignore it completely. He heard that Xianrentai was going to ambush Huansilou, and he just wanted to help as much as he could.

If it succeeded, he would have a little explanation to himself.

But when the battle broke out and the fog array rose, he came in with a sword to see if there was a chance to help. Shang Huaitong's appearance hit him in an instant.

Outside the fog array, the low and cold chuckle ignited his whole heart in an instant.

The old man knew that he was losing control, but when he studied the yellow jadeite these days, every page was the man's annotations from childhood to adulthood.

Hatred overwhelmed him in an instant.

Now, the pale girl in front of him suddenly cut off the flame. The old man suddenly remembered the girl's future, and his heart was cold. He could only murmur in a daze: ".Piaoqing"

Li Piaoqing actually didn't hear anything clearly.

That silence still surrounded her, and in this tranquility, she suddenly heard the hoarse voice in her mind.

That vicious extreme, the bond that kept echoing in her mind when she and the young man held hands, she always regarded it as a vicious obstruction and confusion.

Now it became clear, it turned out that it was always the voice of the old man in front of her.

That was not an obstruction, but all gentle support.

"If you like it, just be together, so what."

"You have a promising future in Shenjing, which makes me much happier than staying with an old man like me."

"Go, I'm here."

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Each of these words was said to her by the old man with a smile, and the girl did not realize it, but deep in her heart, her sensitive heart had already seen those sharpness.

So this is what the fifth poison looks like.

Li Piaoqing stared at the somewhat flustered old man in front of her, and suddenly showed a peaceful smile.

She gently drew out the Shicui sword and reached out to hold the old man who was ready to go.

She turned her head expressionlessly.

Not far away was the courtyard where Shang Huaitong was. Above it, the formation of [Treasure Raft on the Other Shore] that had been drawn for days was hanging with fluorescent light that reached the sky.

As Li Weiru was trembling like an electric shock, Li Piaoqing rushed towards the two figures standing on the branches with his sword.

Of course, even if it happened ten thousand times in the wind, the girl thought in a daze.

She would still choose Cuiyu.

The heart candle burst out.

Above the sky, the black-robed man drew a moon arc with a knife, completely removing the glass that came straight through, and at this moment, he suddenly turned back in shock. In the battle tonight, this might be the first time he was truly caught off guard.

Under the night rain, the girl's clear eyes were like two deep pools.

The world fell into a slow and silent gray in an instant.

Li Piaoqing lit a heart candle, and the black flame suddenly turned upside down. At the same time, [Quail Head] was opened, and the girl's mind entered the realm.

But it only existed for a moment.

The frozen lake, the high snow-capped mountains, the frosty forests hanging in the sun, and the snow eaves falling with ice.

A handsome boy stood in this realm, raised his arm expressionlessly, and nailed the long sword in his hand to the ground.

Li Piaoqing only exchanged a glance with this face, and the whole realm was shattered.

Beside her, the old man's body had already swept like a phoenix to the sky, the mist wrapped around his sword, and the spilled blood was the lingering fire.

From the dead corner, when the battle was settled, like every time before, this old figure once again swept up with a sword!

Who agrees. You just leave like this?

If the Jade Vein Sword that describes the life of the cicada is "vertical", then the Jade Vein Sword that records the seven most brilliant moments in the life of the yellow jade is "horizontal".

At the intersection of the horizontal and vertical, there are [Jade Old] and [Pulling Sunlight Feather].

From the most withered to the most blazing brilliance, after getting the cicada sword, the [Pulling Sunlight Feather] in the old man's hand has been reborn from death, so blazing that it is really like holding the sun down!

A sword went straight through the black robe's throat.

The black robe woke up from the poison in his heart at the last moment, and the long sword was still swallowing the glass. He only had time to tilt his body with all his strength, and the mysterious energy rushed forward frantically to block the wall, but the long sword broke through everything and cut into his shoulder.

The old man screamed with all his strength, and in the bloody rain, he cut off this left arm with a sword.

The black robe twisted his neck fiercely, and for the first time in his eyes, there was a violent emotion, and the long sword in his other hand pulled out a sword aura like snow.

Li Weiru leaped back, his expression calm.

He knew that he could not avoid this counterattack, and this was a move that burned his life.

This body could no longer withstand any more injuries, and now, he was the only one in front of the Yeque.

When he decided to take up the sword, he had actually seen the result of exchanging his life for injury.

Now he just felt that it was a pity that this was really a great opportunity. Too many people and too many accidents created such a move. But he still couldn't stab the sword into the throat of this monk under the Tianlou.

His talent was really just this, even though he had been studying the sword style of "Feng Yao" day and night and thinking about the sword theory of "Yellow Jade", even in such a desperate situation, his body fell into the dead state and really burst out with the most brilliant move.

In such a suitable situation, he still couldn't comprehend the [Flying Feather Fairy]. It was just a millimeter away from that throat.

But for his own life, the old man felt that it was enough. The girl sent him to complete this sword, which really touched him, and his old heart seemed to be washed by a clear spring.

It was a pity that in the days that followed, Li Weiru looked at the sword energy approaching him, and his attachment to the girl had never been so strong.

Then he felt his body being pulled hard.

The girl's green clothes covered him like a bright shadow of a bird.

She didn't have the ability to step into the air, and she could never participate in this battle, but at the first moment when the heart candle ended, she abandoned her sword in the air and stepped on the sword, rushing towards the trajectory of the old man's fall one step ahead.

Li Weiru's heart clenched suddenly, and he held the girl in horror with his backhand, and his voice was sharp and hoarse: "Piaoqing!!"

How can a five-life cultivator save people from the sword of Yeque? !

Li Piaoqing said nothing, holding the old man's arm and gritting her teeth to twist her body. Since the old man lacked a crossing under the pursuit of the sword energy, she would fill it in.

There are no words to describe how thrilling this scene is. In a battle where the movement is not predictable at all, relying on intuition and luck to fill in a helping hand with the body. No matter how you look at it, it is a fate of both sides.

But perhaps the girl's vision and intuition are so accurate, perhaps she is really blessed by fate, the knife passed by and blood was squeezed out, Li Piaoqing hugged the old man and fell on the phoenix tree in a mess.

Li Weiru lowered his head stiffly, trembling slightly and unable to say a word.

Where his eyes fell, the girl's left arm that was used to pull him had disappeared along with the sleeve, leaving only a bloody mess.

".Piao.Piaoqing" the old man's voice was hoarse and out of tune.

But the girl seemed to feel nothing at all, she shook her sleeves and smiled softly: "Master, you are the only master of our Cuiyu."