long night walk

Chapter 770 Bodhi Flower

The surrounding fields are quiet, and the mighty night is coming.

In the dark and silent night, the cold wind is howling, and the faint whimpering can be heard in the deep rustling sound of the wind passing through the ancient forest, as if a wronged soul is crying.

The temperature at night continued to drop. Although the winter snow had stopped, the snow in the ancient forest was still deep.

rustling...

It was as if something extremely fast was swimming across the surface.

There was an extremely long trace like an earthworm crawling across the snow, and at the end, a small dirt bump suddenly popped up.

A miserable green snake came out through the snow. This snake was very thin and long, spit out blood and venom, and neighed endlessly.

In the darkness, a big scarred hand protruded like lightning, strangled the snake by seven inches, and the palm's heart and energy were exhausted, and the body of the one-meter-long poisonous snake exploded and exploded into minced meat.

Lu Zhuang didn't even have time to wipe off the venom and blood on his body, and the disordered Qi mechanism kept destroying the meridians of his body.

His face was pale, his body was tilted, and he leaned against a pine tree to adjust his breath for a while.

After his expression gradually calmed down, he lowered his eyes, looked at the warm and scarlet blood between his fingers with blurred eyes, and smiled slightly: "You are really capable, the sword master Yue Nu was injured so easily by you. "

Deep in the jungle, a group of black jackdaws took off and flew deep into the thick sea of ​​clouds.

Not far from Lu Zhuang's side, a figure slowly stepped out. The figure was wearing a black cloak as cold as the night.

His facial features were covered by darkness, making it impossible to see his specific features clearly.

The man's voice was low and hoarse: "Don't worry, I won't kill her. I just want her to be more honest. This snake poison is the most troublesome thing for her."

Speaking of this, he smiled lightly, with a fleeting evil in his laughter: "However, it is precisely because of her honest enough temperament that even if she is entangled in bitterness tonight and tortured all night, she will still not show it in front of people tomorrow. Come on with a little bit of strangeness, after all, this is the poison of a snake."

Lu Zhuang's body was covered with goosebumps. This person was clearly poisoned by the second sword master secretly, and he was the chief culprit who caused her misery, but the evil tone actually contained a lingering meaning of incomparable pity and pity, which made people feel all over the place. cold.

With a serious face, he said in a cold voice: "I don't care about the lives of the rest of the Tianxi Sword Sect, I just want Baili Yu to die!"

The black-robed man grinned: "You are so loyal, don't worry, my goal is the same as yours, and I don't want to hurt the innocent unless it is absolutely necessary."

As he spoke, he slowly poked out a hand from the sleeve robe, holding a snake-shaped rapier in his hand, and his voice contained an expectant smile.

"Come on, hold this "Murdering Life". As the leader of You Bing and an important inner sect disciple who guards the sword rope of Tianshan Mountain, you should know how to perfectly avoid those eyeliners, sneak into Tianshan Mountain, and find the right opportunity , I need you to cut off the thirteen star chains as quickly as possible."

Lu Zhuang hesitated for a moment, finally took the sword, and lowered his eyes and said: "Even if I risk my life to cut the Xingsuo, the sword guards of the Tianxi Sword Sect are not vegetarians, and they will definitely alarm the sword master. Thirteen swords Xing Suo, with the power of your sword, I can only cut off two at most."

The man in black was confident: "You just need to do your best, even if there are only two, it's great. I have my own way to make the Tianshan sword tomb collapse into the world."

The hesitant expression in Lu Zhuang's eyes finally gradually became firm: "In this way, Lu Zhuang deserves to die, and please don't forget your own covenant oath."

"I don't dare to forget, but... before again, you seem to have to deal with that little tail you brought." The black-robed man folded his arms comfortably, smiled slightly, and looked behind Lu Zhuang.

A sharp sword energy was attacking, Lu Zhuang's eyes trembled, and the back of his neck was cold, he took a deep breath, stepped on his feet, turned into a thunder shadow, and moved quickly.

The sword energy fell into the air, and he slashed fiercely on the tree, cutting off the thick tree that was hugged by the two of them.

Amidst the roaring momentum, the big tree with dead branches and leaves fell down, and Lu Zhuang saw a familiar face in his confused vision.

That face was filled with the pain and anger of being deceived and betrayed, with scorching accusations that made one's heart palpitating.

The blood on Lu Zhuang's face faded away, and he muttered: "Yi...Yi Chuan?"

Ye Yichuan's face was as cold as frost, and he closed his eyes in pain: "I did not hesitate to violate the order of the suzerain, commit a serious crime of deception, and let your life go! Why do you... still refuse to repent! You insist on destroying the Tianxi Sword Zong!"

Lu Zhuang looked at the pale and haggard friend in front of him, full of guilt and sadness, he opened his mouth, and was about to explain, when the voice of the man in black beside him was calm and almost cruel.

"kill him."

Lu Zhuang trembled all over, seeing Ye Yichuan, who slashed open the broken tree in the middle of the road with a sword, walked towards the two of them with a sullen face, and there was a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Go..."

The man in black sneered sneeringly: "Do you think he will leave? Do you think he can still leave?"

Lu Zhuang's body trembled more and more. Looking at Ye Yichuan, who was walking step by step with a stern face, the pain in his eyes became more and more intense. He shook his head and said, "Don't force me..."

Ye Yichuan looked stern, pointed his sword at his heart, and accused sharply: "You used my poisonous wound to lure me into letting you into the Evergreen Pavilion to steal Chi's blood to temper this sword?"

He smiled sadly: "The century-old friendship turned out to be a mirror image, and it turned out that you harbored evil intentions. It turns out that you are the traitor! You are so worthy of the suzerain! Are you worthy of Lord Ji Pei?!"

Hearing the name Ji Pei, Lu Zhuang's face suddenly became ferocious, and the burning hatred instantly suppressed the pain and struggle in his eyes.

He hissed: "It is for Lord Ji Pei that I want Baili Yu to die! That villain Baili Yu! That hypocrite who crossed the river and demolished the bridge! How did he use the Zhongyou Dynasty to stabilize his position and country! Master Ji Pei has gone through many death battles with him, and has never betrayed him, but what about him!"

Lu Zhuang gradually became mad and resentful: "He knows that Lord Ji Pei prefers Lady Ying Ji, but he still wants to marry her! He clearly knows! Lord Ji Pei has made great achievements, but he always cares about his thoughts, For so many years, I have intentionally left my lord cold and impartially given him the title of Six Swords! Ridiculous! Extremely ridiculous!"

The more he talked, the more excited he became: "Who is Baili Yu! If he hadn't come to be the sword master of Laoshizi! Lord Ji Pei is already the king of Zhongyouyin! It is nothing to be afraid of being equal to him, the sword master of Tianxi!

I just want to destroy his foundation and trample him underfoot!Let him look up to Zhongyou for the rest of his life!Let him pay the blood price for his stupidity, arrogance and arrogance! "

Ye Yichuan was stunned like a bolt from the blue, with a pale face: "You... what nonsense are you talking about? Ji... how could Mr. Ji Pei... how could he treat Mrs. Ying Ji...don't try to deceive the public and slander the suzerain Qingyu!"

Lu Zhuang sneered: "Pure reputation? What kind of reputation can he have for Baili Yu, but it's just a name praised by the world."

The man in black laughed lightly and said: "Hey, you are really exposing too much. This little disciple knows so much, but he can't live anymore. Although he is close to you, no matter how good he is, he can't compare to you." Your family's Lord Ji Pei is important, right?"

Lu Zhuang's expression froze, and he couldn't say a word immediately.

"Forget it, because you are so obedient, I won't embarrass you." The black-robed man chuckled again: "I'll get rid of this little mouse for you, right?"

Without giving any time to react, the man in black casually waved his sword fingers with two slender fingers from the depths of his wide sleeves.

The sound of bones breaking came from Ye Yichuan's chest, and then his body flew up into the air, crashing towards the huge snow tree behind him with a bang.

The thick tree split, and Ye Yichuan fell into the broken wood, choking and coughing, but no blood gushing out.

Just as his churning blood surged into his throat uncontrollably, with a sense of savage sweetness, that hot current was pressed against his chest and abdomen again under a strange force.

Immediately, a delicate and small blood-colored ice crystal sword burst out of the throat!

laugh!laugh!laugh!
In this way, it never stops!
Small bloody ice crystal swords grew sharply from his chest and arms!

A scarlet despair appeared in Ye Yichuan's eyes. The opponent's sword intent was so strong that he was able to directly transform the blood in his body into his sword intent from a distance for him to drive.

The icy sword intent in his body was still rampant. Although Ye Yichuan felt the terrible gap between the two, he had no chance of surviving against this person today.

But disciple Tianxi, how can you give up!
There was a look of madness on his face, and he suddenly raised the sword and stabbed hard into his chest.

Twisting his wrist vigorously, the sword edge was surrounded by lightning currents, and then there were several muffled thunderbolt sounds like fried beans in his chest, and the bloody little sword growing in his body finally shattered into slag.

Ye Yichuan snorted, and a strand of cold blood finally overflowed from the corner of his lips.

"Oh? He poured his own sword energy into his body by self-mutilation, confusing my sword intent. He really deserves to be the son of Ye Qingzhou, and he is a man who can be made."

The black-robed man waved again with a regretful tone.

Ye Yichuan raised his blood-stained but extremely stubborn face, and once again his body rose into the air, and flew out heavily.

This time, behind him was a snow-covered rock. The snow on the rock flowed into water, and then quickly condensed into a huge ice sword.

Ye Yichuan's back door was wide open, and the direction he flew towards was directly facing Yaoyao's sword tip.

Lu Zhuang's fists were clenched and tightened, his pale face was extremely ugly, after several struggles, the guilt and pain finally overwhelmed the hatred in his eyes, he roared and rushed out desperately.

The man in black glanced at him lightly, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Overthinking.

Since he wanted to take Ye Yichuan's life, how could he save him in time with only one Lu Zhuang?
It was obvious that Lu Zhuang was going to be late, Ye Yichuan raised his blood-stained face in the mid-air roar, only a pair of eyes were as bright as stars, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lu Zhuang, turn around..."

Lu Zhuang's eyes suddenly trembled violently, and the heart-piercing word "don't" was about to come out.

The wind between the sky and the earth suddenly became quiet, as if time had been frozen, and Ye Yichuan's body, which was seriously ill, seemed to lose weight suddenly, like a fallen leaf.

Among the rocks, on top of the huge ice sword, a slender black shadow stood out of thin air, its head and waist blue hair gently swaying in the wind.

The beauty with flying black hair slowly raised an arm in the night wind. The gentle night wind was like a feather fan, blowing a warm breeze, curling up from behind her, and blowing her blue hair against her cheeks.

Ye Yichuan's body fell into the soft wind, wrapped in warmth, a misty green light suddenly appeared in the wind, penetrating into his bright red wound like a firefly.

Immediately, the wound healed quickly.

Lu Zhuang stopped suddenly, looked at the woman on the ice sword in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice, "Princess...Zhao Wenjun?"

The man in black said in a strange tone: "His Royal Highness...the hiding is really deep."

Zhao Wenjun stepped a little, and the huge ice sword suddenly crumbled into crumbs. She floated down from the icy crystal cold crumbs, stretched out her plain hand, lifted Ye Yichuan's collar, and said: "This man, I took away."

The man in black spread his hands, expressing helplessness: "Unfortunately, Her Royal Highness the Princess and this little mouse will stay here tonight."

"Really?" Zhao Wenjun smiled lightly, his sleeves danced lightly, the seemingly non-existent energy in his body suddenly continued like a river and sea, and the daoist figure behind him was shining brightly, a twelve-leaf golden bodhi flower bloomed with pedicles, Spread like the sky.

Bodhi flower, known as the flower of the emperor.

The golden color is the symbol of the dragon vein of supreme imperial power.

The Qin State has been passed down for thousands of years, with generations of kings succeeding each other, and one generation of kings and one generation of ministers. Only since 600 years ago, the dragon vein of the country has merged with the eldest princess Zhao Wenjun.

All civil and military officials regretted that the dragon's veins fell into the body of a princess without spiritual roots, and they were buried since then. It is difficult to see her divine power.

It never occurred to Bian Xin that today he was asked to witness the power of Qin's dragon veins with his own eyes.

Under the hood, his eyes gradually darkened.

Although in the long historical battlefield, he had never had a direct confrontation with the eldest princess.

Maybe being able to ride the battlefield with the young sword master back then, the general princess who even made the 72 prison spells and magic generals fearful, in terms of kendo talent and cultivation, she can compete with the sword master Yu in a battle.

In addition, the dragon veins complement each other.

For hundreds of years, the eldest princess seemed to be a useless person with no spiritual roots, but she was actually hiding her powers in secret. Seeing that the golden and mighty dragon veins gave her the mighty power to swallow the sky and the universe meteorological.

If you really want to care about strength, even the sword master Yu who doesn't use the life star to consume life may not be able to beat her...

Bu Xin knew that the situation was very bad for him at this moment, fighting against such a hidden eldest princess on the White Camel Mountain, not to mention that the hard-earned plan was ruined, he may not even be able to escape unscathed .

But, does she really want to fight him here?

The corners of Zhuan Xin's lips curled up, and he sighed softly: "Master Sword Master is so pitiful, the most trusted comrade-in-arms, the old friend of childhood, the infatuated woman who has loved him for hundreds of years, was the one who deceived him the worst. "

　Many people think that Bailiyu can still open the harem. It is really overthinking. It is impossible for Bailiyu to clean up, nor can he reconcile with Yingji, and there is no ending of harmonious coexistence of father and son.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)