long night walk

Chapter 754

Sect Master Baili...

This long-lost address made Sword Master Yu's eyes cast a layer of incomprehensible darkness.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the small wooden plaque on Bai Li'an's waist.

After a while of silence, he said again: "It seems that the city lord is interested in my Tianxi Jiange?"

Bai Lian was not interested in Jiange, where only the top in the disciple selection competition every ten years was eligible to enter, and he had no intention of becoming a disciple of Tianxi.

It's just that in this mountain, with a wooden sign on his waist, even if he said this, no one would believe it.

Seeing the vague and indistinguishable sword-green aura on Ying Xiu's fingertips, Bai Lian was even more confident about his identity.

He thought for a while, took out a piece of broken wood wrapped in cloth from his bosom, handed it to Sword Master Yu, and said calmly: "Master Sword Master, can I take a step to speak?"

Sword Master Yu didn't know what he was handing over, but seeing his solemn appearance, he still used his fingers to pick the cloth away.

The purple-gold pieces of wood were reflected in a corner, and the sword master Yu's cold and stern jet-black pupils suddenly shrank.

click!
His palms closed together suddenly, and crushed the cloth and the pieces of wood in it.

The atmosphere was inexplicably depressed, and the snowy night was silent.

Even the thirteen swordsmen who don't understand the world here can feel the cold and chilling meaning from the sword master.

Sword Master Yu slowly raised his dark eyebrows, his pupils reflected the hazy night, and there was a strong killing intent:
"To be able to find this thing and bring it in front of me, your Excellency, the Lord of Xianling City, is really not easy at all!"

Seeing this scene, many sword masters of the Thirteen Swords couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat for Bai Li'an.

The suzerain had always been stern, but he never wanted to kill, but they had never seen him show such a terrifying expression.

The Tribulation Transcending Realm is different from the Mortal Realm which only has four small realms.

After crossing the threshold of the heavenly gate, the Tribulation Realm is divided into five small realms: Soul Enlightenment, God Healing, Dao Merging, Thousand Calamities, and Opening Ceremony.

Bai Lian broke through again and again with the help of several catastrophes in the demon world, and has reached the first-grade soul enlightenment state.

This is the realm where he has fought his life several times and merged the power of the righteous and the evil to reach the Tao.

Unlike Bai Li'an, the sword master Yu in front of him is a real thousand-year-old immortal.

It is said that as early as a hundred years ago, he had already reached the eighth stage of Dao fusion, and the sword master was over seven hundred years old when he broke through.

Although he is called a thousand-year-old immortal, his actual age is far below that.

In the past hundred years, it is still unknown to what extent this master of swordsmanship in the world has reached.

But between the two, there is a gap of two realms.

Sword Master Yu didn't move a single step, just a icy cold look in his eyes, the corpse orb called Baili'an Dantian Yinyang Daoyu's dark depths almost burst out, almost unable to hide the corpse orb's aura.

Facing Sword Lord Yu at this moment, with a body that couldn't sweat, Bai Lian's clothes were drenched and his face was pale and pale.

But he didn't lower his head, the moonlight shone on Bai Li'an's handsome and pale face, and he looked straight at Sword Master Yu's dark and cold pupils as if he would never give in.

Xu Shina's eyes were too stubborn, so stubborn that the sword master Yu felt vaguely familiar.

"Sect Master." Yue Nu's gentle and urgent voice sounded beside her ears, which made the murderous intent in Sword Master Yu's eyes restrained by three points.

He suddenly lowered his arms, looked at Bai Lian indifferently, and snorted coldly:
"It's a bit of a backbone to be able to withstand the coercion of my sword at a young age. I don't know what kind of calculations you have in mind to bring this thing to this seat. Since you want to talk to this seat, wait Something happened in the mountains, I am waiting for you in Qingnan Hall."

The practice quiet room of Tianxi Sword Master was established in Qingnan Hall, which is one of the forbidden places of Tianxi.

For so many years, even if Thirteen Swords wants to enter the palace to meet, they need to submit the sword stickers in advance and get permission before they can enter the palace.

When Bai Lian went up the mountain for the first time, he was invited to Qingnan Hall, and Ying Xiu panicked.

It was only now that he saw clearly that what the kid handed to his father was a piece of a purple gold coffin.

"Father! You have a mere surname, how can you invite me into the South Qing Palace?!" He had never been to the South Qing Palace, and the Thirteen Swords were nothing more than that, so how could this person go there first!
Who would have thought that it would be fine if he didn't open his mouth, but when he opened his mouth, the coldness in the sword master Yu's eyes was finally pierced to the bone again by the coldness suppressed by Yue Nu, and it was forced out together with the murderous aura of ruthlessness.

"Really?" The sword master's voice was cold, and his eyes slipped on Ying Xiu's face: "I forgot, there is another foreign surname here."

The voice was about to fall, and the goosebumps on Ying Xiu's body were still too cold to crawl all over his body.

With a blur in front of my eyes, I couldn't see how the sword master made the move at all. The sharp red light tore out a sharp dragon roar in the night, cut through the air, and landed on Ying Xiu's chest.

On this extremely high mountain step, His Highness the Crown Prince, who was still in high spirits just a moment ago, is now like a bereaved dog, spouting a large mouthful of blood that is as thick as bright, and the clothes on his chest burst, revealing a touch of golden silk soft armor.

Even with the soft body armor, it still couldn't stop the domineering and fierce sword intent from eroding, the blood rushed to seep out, and the blood beads flowed out in clusters.

Ying Xiu flew out with disheveled hair under the trembling eyes of all the test participants.

At the foot of the mountain, a swift shadow was rushing towards the top of the mountain, and suddenly saw his young master flying down in embarrassment.

The figure hurriedly folded in mid-air, caught Ying Xiu, stepped on seven steps gracefully, and the person who went up the mountain swept to the top of the mountain like the wind.

The thirteen sword masters greeted him one after another: "Elder brother."

At this time, it was Tianxi Sword Sect's big brother Jun He who went up the mountain?
The eyes of the test participants were shining brightly, and they all looked at the tall man half kneeling in front of Sword Master Yu.

This man has sharp brows and thin lips, heroic appearance, and a face like a crown of jade. He has the style of mengchang. His eyebrows and eyes are dignified and upright, but his sharpness is hidden. No matter in his demeanor, expression, eyes and manner, he reveals a gentleman who abides by etiquette at every step. Charm.

This is the demeanor of Tianxi's first sword?

Everyone secretly thought that it was really good.

Ying Xiu, who was still vomiting blood, saw Jun He appearing, and the uncontrollable fear and awe in his heart were replaced by An Xin.

"Big Brother..."

Jun He bowed his head and hummed, put his two fingers on his lifeline to send him spiritual protection slowly.

"Sovereign, please calm your anger." The person who rescued in a haste, but Jun He saw the scene and guessed the reason.

The test participants were silent, not daring to make the slightest sound.

There are rumors in the world that the relationship between the father and son has not been good since 200 years ago. The sword master has always disliked the deceitful style of Zhongyouhuangcheng, and he even loathed his own children.

Seeing you today, it's really not a lie.

"Father..." Ying Xiu called weakly, with a pitiful expression on his face.

Sword Master Yu didn't even look at him anymore, and said indifferently, "How is the situation in the mountains?"

Jun He looked dignified, and said: "When Chi woke up and thousands of insects rose up, there was a lot of commotion in the Changqing Pavilion. If the second master Baqing didn't sit in it, the trouble caused tonight might not be so small."

In the mountain path, a group of inner disciples gradually came.

The inner disciples each carried a stretcher, and the stretcher was covered with a blood-stained white cloth.

Under everyone's amazed eyes, Sword Master Yu waved his big sleeves, and the inner disciples were ordered to lift the white cloth, and the corpses with purple complexions and festered bodies were laid out in front of everyone.

"Ouch~" I don't know who it was, but I was caught off guard by seeing this scene, couldn't hold back, and went to the side to help the tree to vomit.

Jiang Yunqin's face was pale and his throat was rolling, but he did not try his best to hold back, fearing that he would lose his composure and vomit like that person.

This state of death was really too miserable, and the smell of blood was not at all like that of a person who had just died.

Qi Liancheng's face also turned pale, but he didn't lose his composure like the others, and his eyes passed over these corpses one by one.

His expression became more and more ugly, his voice suppressed a little tremor, and he said, "These are... the test takers for tonight?"

Since Tianxi Sword Sect was founded hundreds of years ago, no one has ever been killed in the big test for the selection of disciples held every ten years. It is only because of the strict order of White Camel Mountain that no mistakes are allowed.

But tonight, someone died.

And all of them died so miserable and disgusting, counting them carefully, there are more than 20 corpses lying here.

This is truly remarkable.

No wonder even the Sword Master was alarmed.

However, this is an exam hosted by Tianxi Thirteen Swords, how could there be so many victims?
The cold wind passed by silently, and everyone suddenly smelled a hint of conspiracy.

The sword master squinted his feather-like pupils, and said, "He'er is saying that all these changes came from Changqing Pavilion?"

Jun He frowned and remained silent, as if he also felt a little strange about this matter, and dared not jump to conclusions.

Yue Nu said: "Where did you find these corpses?"

Although White Camel Mountain has a vast terrain, with the spiritual knowledge of Thirteen Swords, it is impossible for anyone to kill people under their noses.

But these corpses were not discovered until after they died.

"Some of the corpses we found were in mountain streams, some in canyons, or streams and jungles. There is no pattern to be found." The answerer was a direct disciple who led a group of Tianxi inner disciples up the mountain .

This direct disciple was named Ye Yichuan, and Zhang Qian who was walking side by side were all disciples under the name of Elder Tianxi Fengjian Lie Yu.

Seeing his voice, Merry Jianye Qingzhou's eyelids twitched, and she couldn't help but ask, "You were the first to discover them?"

Ye Yichuan looked up at him, then suddenly pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"It's at this time, why are you still arguing with your father?"
Zhang Qian next to him couldn't stand it anymore, he couldn't hide his anxiety on his face:
"Sovereign, when Ye Yichuan discovered the mutation in Xunshan, one of the victims hadn't died yet. During the rescue, he was bitten by that murderous ghost, and he didn't know if it would kill him or not."

"Father?" Bai Lian was surprised when he heard this.

Kuangcao Jianjing gave Bai Lian a crazy look, turned her head slightly and said to him: "This beloved disciple under the name of Elder Lie Yichuan, Ye Yichuan is the biological son of my twelfth junior brother."

Seeing that Ye Qingzhou heard Zhang Qian's words, his complexion changed drastically, and the romantic and ruffian air on his face was completely suppressed, and he didn't even care about the presence of the sword master.

He strode over, opened Ye Yichuan's sleeve and rolled it up: "I was bitten by something? Could it be some kind of poison? Hurry up and show me, you child, don't suffer from some hidden disease."

Bai Li'an looked strange, looked at the young and handsome Twelve Swords Ye Qingzhou, and then at Ye Yichuan, who was full of vicissitudes and looked like a [-]-year-old Ye Yichuan.

But that Ye Qingzhou was still there, spitting out 'you child'.

The scene was really weird once.

Seeing his wonderful expression, Jing Kuang couldn't help laughing and said: "On the journey of immortality, there are many examples where children are older than their fathers, and mothers are younger and more beautiful than their daughters. Although Ye Yichuan has a good talent, it's a pity that he started too late.

On the day when the spiritual body reaches its peak, his appearance has changed from vicissitudes to an old one, but this does not affect my twelfth junior brother's love for his son. After all, there is no father in this world who does not love his son. "

"Yeah..." Bai Lian looked at Ying Xiu, whose face was covered in blood and looked slumped. For some reason, he felt that this scene seemed familiar. He murmured, "Is there any father who doesn't love his son."

His voice was very low, but it was still heard by the sword master Yu. The sword master's eyes were like knives, and he gave Bai Lian a sharp look.

Bai Lian sighed, and said with Jing Kuang: "If this matter cannot be resolved tonight, will I not be able to have a private chat with Lord Sword Master?"

Jingkuang had a strange expression on his face, and he glanced up and down at Bai Li'an, seeing that expression was a little unhappy: "I still don't understand whether you came here for the Tianxie on the Fourth Junior Sister or for the suzerain."

Bai Lian was startled, then smiled wryly and shook his head.

Ye Yichuan was afraid that he had been tricked by something, so he rolled up his sleeves, and saw that his entire wrist was black and purple, his skin was swollen, and pus and blood flowed out from the wound that looked like a snake bite.

The smell was actually [-]% similar to that emanating from these corpses.

Ye Qingzhou patted his thigh anxiously: "Quick! Go and ask Elder Wen Lian to detoxify!"

Ye Yichuan let out a muffled cough, with a hint of rebellion and stubbornness on his face, he pulled his hand back heavily, but there was an ominous look on his brow.

Bai Li'an couldn't bear Ye Qingzhou's anxiety, took the wine gourd from his waist, walked over, held Ye Yichuan's cold and frightening palm, and poured the precious moonlight wine on it.

The black and purple poison slowly dissipates and purifies with the liquor, which is very miraculous.

Ye Yichuan glanced at Bai Lian in surprise, and thanked him sincerely, far from being rebellious and perfunctory to his father.

"Good boy, you still have such a treasure on your body." Ye Qingzhou's heart sank back into his stomach in an instant, and he patted Bai Li'an's shoulder again and again, his demeanor and demeanor became more intimate.

Bai Lian was not stingy with the moonlight wine, shaking the wine gourd in his hand, and said softly: "But who else was injured during the rescue, please detoxify quickly, don't waste your life."

No one speaks.

Bai Lian nodded to himself, put the gourd away, walked out suddenly, and came to an inner disciple with his head down, grabbed his arm without saying a word, and tore it into pieces with a sizzling sound. his sleeves.

And his entire arm was completely black and purple, but for some reason, it hadn't swollen yet.

Ye Yichuan looked at his junior in a strange way, wondering why he was obviously poisoned, and still insisted on not saying anything.

As a result, the next moment, a ridiculous scene happened.

The young man had a harmless smile on his face, he made a gesture with his fingers, and the spirit sword behind the inner disciple clanged out of its sheath and fell into his hand.

Bai Lian's backhand sword pierced through the disciple's chest cruelly.

Ye Qingzhou screamed strangely, and the whole person jumped up in shock.

Yue Nu and the others frowned again and again, their expressions became extremely dignified.

The test taker let out a cry of surprise, shocked that this person dared to kill his disciple in front of Tianxi Sword Master, it was simply audacious.

Unexpectedly, this frenzied guy, after piercing his chest with a sword, he still didn't stop, exerting force with his wrist, slashing obliquely, splitting the disciple's body in two.

The strange thing is that the disciple kept his head down and didn't say a word until Bai Lian cut his body vertically and horizontally with a sword, and then let out a shrill and near-death scream.

It's just that the shrill sound was not like what ordinary people could make, and that sound actually burst out from the wound.

Amidst the splash of blood, the broken body wriggled for a while, and then a colorful broken poisonous insect came out of the disciple's skin, as if trying to escape.

It's just that its aura has been cut off by Bai Li'an, and it's only at the end of its strength, where can it escape.

"Sect Master Baili." Baili An raised his sword, his white clothes were stained with blood, he stood up straight and glanced sideways at Sword Master Yu.

At this moment, Sword Master Yu also felt an inexplicable sense of tacit understanding in his heart. With just one glance, he had already understood the meaning in the young man's eyes.

He ordered in a cold voice: "All disciples who go up the mountain, take off their clothes for inspection."

With this order, as expected, the same traces of poisonous spots were found on the eight disciples.

If this group of people, like Ye Yichuan, didn't suffer from poisoning when saving people, then why, after seeing that Bai Lian has a way to detoxify, they still don't want to stand up and ask for help.

This is an intriguing question.

(End of this chapter)