The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 141 Jade Broken Sword Fold

If the person who begs for death has not dispelled his thoughts, he will never fall down easily.

Jiang Yichen would never fall before his two enemies.

He knew very well that he couldn't hold on for too long, he had to finish Ao Jiudao and Ji Liu'er as soon as possible, and there was only one way to finish them as soon as possible.

Show the enemy to be weak, use your body as bait, and risk your life.

Realizing that Jiang Yichen was at the end of his strength, Ao Jiudao and Ji Liu'er flew up immediately, Ji Liu'er moved faster, and he was already approaching him in an instant.

Ji Liu'er's left claw caught Jiang Yichen's sword, and just as he was secretly delighted that he could end Jiang Yichen's life with his right claw, he found that there was a severe pain in his neck that was unbearable in life, and he couldn't breathe.

"Desperate to capture, Tianshang broke Mei's hand, as expected, he was still negligent." Ji Liu'er sighed secretly.

Jiang Yichen's left hand was not restrained, before Ji Liu'er's right paw came, his left hand was out, retracted, pushed in, waved, folded, and Ji Liu'er's Adam's apple was removed in an instant.

Before he completely lost consciousness, Ji Liu'er's right paw was out of focus, but his strength remained the same, and he still grabbed it out. No matter what, he could still use his last strength to cause some troubles for Jiang Yichen.

It's just that Ji Liu'er didn't expect that his last effort, the last claw would become the cause of Ao Jiudao's death.

Ji Liu'er's claws followed the scar on Jiang Yichen's face, and directly tore off most of the skin on Jiang Yichen's face.

At that moment, Jiang Yichen felt that the world in front of him was completely dyed red, and the pain on his face pierced his heart.

However, the pain didn't make Jiang Yichen forget his hatred. No matter how unbearable the physical pain was, it couldn't beat the pain in his heart. He didn't finish his revenge, so he wouldn't let it go.

In the eyes soaked by the red curtain, Jiang Yichen still looked for the position of Ao Jiudao, and Shuangxue's true energy was released, locking on to the figure of the enemy not far away.

From Ji Liuer's attack on Jiang Yichen, who was sluggish, to Ji Liuer's claw grabbing Jiang Yichen before he fell to the ground, the sudden change of situation made Ao Jiudao overwhelmed, but the next glance frightened him Living.

Ao Jiudao has seen extremely ugly people, and his companion Ji Liu'er is one. Ji Liu'er has a chicken beak, which is really embarrassing, but he has never seen anyone uglier than the boy in front of him. There was still blood on his face, and he couldn't even tell whether this person had eyes, a nose, or a mouth.

Ao Jiudao was stunned by Jiang Yichen's infiltrating appearance, and was so frightened that he killed himself, and was pierced through the heart by Jiang Yichen's shooting star.

He was killed by a sword, but the sword in Jiang Yichen's hand did not stop. He only knew that no matter how much he did now, he would not be able to bring back the lives of Yinniang, Liu Qi, Xue Qing and the hundred or so people on Xishan Island.

Jiang Yichen was roaring, and the purple jade dragon scale sword was roaring, it kept pulling away and piercing Ao Jiudao's body, passing through again and again.

Not long after, Ao Jiudao's chest and abdomen had been stabbed into a hornet's nest, even though he had already died, he couldn't lie down quietly like his two companions.

Gradually, the Purple Jade Dragon Scale Sword was no longer able to bring out the endless strips of red silk from Ao Jiudao's body, presumably it had been drained.

And Jiang Yichen's eyes were finally blackened, and he fell down, but he didn't know whether it was rain, sweat, tears, or blood that wrapped him.

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The night was dark and the rain was still falling. In a simple wooden house on Xishan Island, the ground was covered with dust, but there were some traces of wet soil.

In the room, apart from the dusty tables and chairs, there was only a lit candle that had been overturned from nowhere, and a lonely old man.

The old man was lying in the chair, his hair was disheveled, his body was a little wet, he dragged his head with one hand, closed his eyes, breathing evenly but slowly.

Perhaps it was because of the heavy rain outside that the old man could not hear the footsteps of someone approaching the wooden house, but the half-hidden door had been pushed open, and he did not need to raise his eyes to know who was coming.

The visitor took off his coir raincoat, took off his sword, and threw it outside the house casually. He was too lazy to wipe off the rain and blood on his clothes, so he paced into the house. His usual steady pace seemed a little depressed at this moment. heavy.

The old man wanted to stand up, but found that he could not use his legs.

The old man wanted to speak, but he was unable to say the two words, "how".

The old man knew very well what would happen on Xishan Island now, and he could no longer deceive himself and others.

In the end, all the old man could do was put down his hands, straightened his body, and opened those sharp eyes.

"No one who stayed on the island escaped, and no one survived." Nangong Yan just told the truth that the old man had already expected, "Everyone's corpses were arranged in one place, and they will be buried one by one when the sky clears tomorrow. "

"These old brothers have lived on the island for 20 years. According to their own preferences, find a good place for them to rest." The old man tried his best and was finally able to speak, but his breath was a little weak, as if he was exhausted to the extreme .

"That's the only way to go." Nangong Yan found another chair and sat down with a bang.

"How many people are here?" the old man asked.

"None of the ones that were supposed to come were left behind." Nangong Yan replied.

"It's not surprising at all," said the old man.

"It's surprising that this juncture is really tightly grasped." Nangong Yan said.

"The front foot turned the world upside down in Pinghai County, causing the world of Kyushu to kill each other, and the back foot went directly to Xishan Island, killing everyone, taking away the remaining resource reserves, and leaving people in ambush, and the circle is ringing. Buckle, pressing every step of the way, making people feel suffocated. If it is not limited by the terrain of the island, I am afraid they have already made preparations to wipe us out here." The old man took a long breath, and realized that he might really be old, the old man Every step is half a beat slower than the opponent, just to give the enemy a chance to take advantage of it.

"In the past, our opponents fought alone, but now they are all in groups to keep warm. Although we have an alliance agreement, it is difficult to achieve a true united front in the face of exploitation. In more cases, we fight on our own. You are the only ones around you who are not smart enough, and you are naturally tired of coping, so don't blame yourself too much." Nangong Yan heard the guilt in the old man's heart and comforted him.

"Continuing like this is not a solution. We have already made too many secret tricks. If this continues, when the sky changes, we will be powerless to turn it around." The old man sighed softly.

"You mean to take the initiative to attack?" Nangong Yan frowned.

"I have to." The old man said solemnly.

Nangong Yan knew that as soon as the old man said this, there would be a storm after leaving Xishan Island.

"By the way, how is Chen'er's situation?" Nangong Yan asked.

"There was a lot of blood loss, and the injury was quite serious. My life can be saved, but..." the old man hung his head, and when he mentioned Jiang Yichen, his heart ached, "The injury can be cured, but I'm afraid, my heart is dead."

"Judging from the death conditions of the three evil spirits of greed, anger, and ignorance, Leng San'er was killed almost without reacting, but the remaining two evil spirits were forced down by Chen'er. This child never thought of surviving." Nangong Yan Recalling the scene I saw when I arrived at the scene before, like the old man, my heart is also full of worries, "If Chen'er will perish like this..."

"Well, after all, I didn't do it properly. Such a piece of rough jade was broken before it was sharpened into a sharp edge. Now if you want to glue it together, you can only rely on him to pass this hurdle by himself." The old man closed his eyes. Eye path.

"Fortunately, those bastards in this place won't come again, it's good to let Chen'er stay here." Nangong Yan sighed.

"It's just that I'm too lonely, and I'm afraid of touching the scene." The old man said.

"Then those children in Shifu?" Nangong Yan suddenly reminded.

"You reminded me well, Piaoling and the others can't go wrong again, and I will spend more time and energy looking after them in the future." The old man seldom bets on a very small number of people, but with the recent years, the major elites in the league Lost at a young age, he has gradually reached the bottom where no one can use him. He has to focus on the future, and Jiang Yichen and Luo Piaoling are the future he fancyes. Now it is very likely that he has broken a sharp sword. lose.

"Well, I will arrange it." Nangong Yan said.

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Seven days later, in a wooden house on Xishan Island.

One old and one young are among them.

The old man was an old man. Although he had deliberately tidied up his face, his bloodshot eyes and slightly pale complexion still revealed his fatigue these days.

Many people knew that this was the old man's last depression. When he stepped out of Xishan Island, all negative emotions would be thrown away by him, and he would use the deadliest means to fight back.

The young man was Jiang Yichen, his body and face were wrapped with thick gauze, his vision was blurred, but he didn't care anymore, he also knew that the person in front of him was an old man, but he no longer cared about these things.

The old Bert deliberately came to tell Jiang Yichen that Xishan Island was basically taken care of, and tomorrow, all members of the Daoyi League will evacuate.

This is the second time Jiang Yichen woke up. Two days ago, after waking up, he touched Huo Yinniang's grave by himself, and stayed there for most of the day, until the drizzle came unexpectedly, and his body couldn't bear the smell. Cold and cold, he was brought back after being found passed out on the ground.

"Perhaps you also know that what happened to Xishan Island was dumb, and we could only swallow the blood that flowed out. However, there are some things we have to do, but those things can only be done in the shadows. If you have the heart to be Yinniang, find out the behind-the-scenes enemies for the people on Xishan Island, and kill one of them, the Daoyi League still needs you." The old man continued to talk to himself, and it was already half a stick of incense time, The boy remained silent.

(End of this chapter)