long night walk

Chapter 790 How to choose
The day is like night, and the ink clouds are densely covered.

With the light of the lack of sky cut by Sword Master Yu's original sword, one can vaguely see the galloping flying clouds pressing down on the Tianshan Sword Tomb, rolling in the current.

Taking advantage of the violent wind and chaos, the vision rushed.

In a remote mountain forest on a snowy road, Lu Zhuang, who was covered in blood all over his body, was thrown heavily to the ground.

The blood was like a tube, frantically sucking the essence and blood from Lu Zhuang's body.

The red thread as thin as a tentacle kept digging towards his body.

Lu Zhuang didn't know what was happening outside, he could only vaguely hear the sound of howling wind outside the dense wall of blood.

His body was so painful that it was almost numb, and the evil force frantically rushing into his meridians made his body almost burst.

But he could feel that the internal organs, spiritual power, and blood essence in his body were being exhausted at an astonishing speed.

The sequelae brought about by the Life-devouring Sword seemed to be torn apart.

The terrifying sword energy kept gnawing at his consciousness, and there seemed to be the sound of countless ghosts weeping and howling in his mind.

A crazier sense of suffocation came, and Lu Zhuang's thoughts began to become chaotic.

Suddenly.

The layers of blood-colored tendons covering his face were torn apart suddenly by a hand.

The dark vision in front of him suddenly cleared, and the unique cold air of winter poured into his nostrils.

Lu Zhuang greedily inhaled the fresh air as if he had been reborn, like a fish that had been away from the shore for a long time and finally returned to the sea.

The vision that was distorted and blurred due to lack of oxygen gradually returned to clarity.

He tilted his head sideways, and saw a familiar face under the misty forest light.

Lu Zhuang's eyes widened, he seemed extremely shocked, and said in a shy voice, "Yi...Yi Chuan?"

Ye Yichuan wore a long robe, but it was not the school uniform of Tianxi Sword Sect.

He held half of the dissipating white stones in his hand, rubbed his fingers, and the white stones were reduced to ashes.

He shook his sleeves, took out a long sword as thin as a cicada's wing, and raised his arm to cut it off.

The sword energy fell horizontally, chopping all the bloody tendons on Lu Zhuang's body, turning them into withered blood frost, mottled and brittle.

In such a short time, Lu Zhuang's body was shriveled and thin, with sunken cheeks.

It is true that most of Shouyuan's cultivation has been lost.

He sat there wearily with his sword in his hand, and raised his head to look at Ye Yichuan.

He smiled bitterly: "I never thought that it was you who saved me in the end."

Ye Yichuan shook his head, and said: "You are really stupid to be used by others without knowing it. Even if you cut off that Yuanrui Sword Star Cable with all your life, so what? You are going to die."

Lu Zhuang endured the pain of cracking heart, coughed twice, and his helpless smile was a little more free and easy.

"I didn't intend to live through today, but I didn't expect you to save me. If Xi Jianzong is in chaos today, Baili Yu doesn't have the time to take care of a small fish like me.

Mohe Zunxin will deal with him, if I have the opportunity to leave here, I can live a peaceful life for a few years.only……"

Speaking of this, a trace of guilt appeared in Lu Zhuang's eyes: "Yi Chuan, after all, I got you in trouble."

Ye Yichuan stretched his eyebrows, and said with a soft smile: "Why do you and I talk about who is hurting whom? I'm just curious, Lu Zhuang, when you decided to do this, did you think about the brothers and fellows in the sect.

Even though you hate the suzerain to the core, there are many brothers and sisters in Jianzong. Do you feel wavered or guilty about them? "

Lu Zhuang was stunned, dazed for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "People are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?"

Ye Yichuan said: "But you still did this, you made your heart buried, and pushed your fellow disciples into the abyss."

Lu Zhuang's eyes were firm: "There are two ways in the world. If you want to break the shackles, you must learn to choose. In my heart, there is nothing more important than Lord Ji Pei."

"Break the shackles, learn to choose..." Ye Yichuan said lightly: "That's not bad, Lu Zhuang, it seems that there is a reason why you became friends with me."

Lu Zhuang stood up with his sword unsteadily, looked at Ye Yichuan with complicated eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Believe it or not, it was not my original intention to kill you that night."

Ye Yichuan lowered his eyes: "I know."

Lu Zhuang hesitated and said: "Tianxi Sword Sect is definitely not a good place, besides, the purpose of burying his heart this time is for Tianshan Xingsuo, and his moves are always accurate.

Although only one of the ten three-star cables is broken now, there is a great possibility that all of them will be broken by means of burying his heart. This action, he has set up a huge game.

Once death is approaching, even your father may not be able to protect himself. I know it is absurd and shameless to say such a thing.

But Yi Chuan, I still hope that you can go down the mountain with me at this moment and stay away from these right and wrong.

Baili Yu himself has done too many sins, and now that the retribution has arrived, you, a little disciple like you, cannot change it. "

Ye Yichuan raised the corners of his eyebrows, as if he felt that his words were unreasonable.

"You mean that I went down the mountain with you to live in seclusion, let go of everything, and then I don't know when and where, my father died tragically in battle, but I can't even look at him?"

Being questioned so seriously, Lu Zhuang felt more and more ashamed in his heart, he lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

Lin Feng rustled, Lu Zhuang blinked, and his attention was suddenly attracted by the silver sword with extraordinary spiritual power in Ye Yichuan's hand.

The sword is slender and slender, the blade is thin and sharp, and the sword body is as thin as a cicada's wing, and there is a layer of frost and snow fine patterns woven like silkworm cocoons, and the chill is astonishing.

Judging from its appearance, it is indeed a top-grade fairy weapon.

Lu Zhuang suddenly felt weird.

Ye Yichuan's biological mother was from a poor family, and his father Ye Qingzhou's education of his children was too strict and indulgent. You must know that the Merry Sword he used was nothing more than a top-grade fairy weapon.

Why would he find such a strange sword for his son.

Besides, isn't what he is practicing the Thunder Element Kung Fu?

Speaking of which, it was also this sword that broke the life-swallowing sword's sword intent just now.

When did Ye Yichuan hide so deeply?

Before Lu Zhuang was allowed to discern the word He in the ancient script printed on the sword, Ye Yichuan's peaceful voice said, "What's the matter with your sword?"

Lu Zhuangxin said that you have finished asking my questions, what should I ask you?
Lu Zhuang didn't hide anything about the arrangements for Burial Heart: "For the Life-Eating Sword, Burial Heart uses half of the magic energy to make sacrifices. If blood energy is used to stimulate the sword energy, it can break the star chain."

He smiled wryly: "To put it bluntly, life is the power of the burning sword. With my cultivation base, I can barely break a single star cable."

"How many do you think can be broken if it's me?"

"What?" Lu Zhuang was taken aback, looked up at him, but saw Ye Yichuan smiling.

"I'm joking, but I suggest that you hand over this sword to me to solve it. Given your current physical condition, if you continue to keep this sword by your side, it may be extremely harmful to your body."

The weird mood in Lu Zhuang's heart became stronger, as if there was an invisible thread wandering in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it clearly.

He shook his head and said: "No, I need to return this sword to Bury Heart, and I cannot give it to you."

Ye Yichuan sighed, and said, "That's all, it's up to you."

Seeing that he didn't continue to insist on asking for the sword, Lu Zhuang's strange doubts were dispelled, and he didn't want to stay in Baituo Mountain for too long.

He saluted Ye Yichuan, with a heavy heart: "Anyway, thank you for your rescue today. The future of Tianxi is unknown, and I hope you will cherish it."

Ye Yichuan didn't argue too much with him, and returned a fellowship salute.

His tone was inexplicably sad: "Go all the way."

Lu Zhuang nodded, and when he turned around, his heart suddenly felt cold.

A strong wind blew up in the forest, bringing up blood drops falling between the blades of the sword.

The cold sword with double-edged blades did not encounter the slightest obstacle, and it broke through Lu Zhuang's broad back like ice like water.

The cold and thin sword tip passed through his chest inch by inch.

It is hard to see blood on the blade of a sword that can be seen in light, and the dark red blood beads rolled but did not condense, just like bright red coral beads, a red flower bloomed at Lu Zhuang's feet.

The sword inserted from the back until it had no handle, until the sword grid touched Lu Zhuang's cold back, his blank brain felt the pain belatedly, and realized what happened.

The sound of Si Ye's wind fell in his ears, and suddenly he became so quiet.

Only the sound of blood dripping to the ground was clear to my ears, faintly but heavily pounding on my heart.

A cold feeling of suffocation surged up, Lu Zhuang opened his mouth wordlessly, but was choked up by the howling wind.

The sword edge in front of the chest buzzed, as if it was about to withdraw.

Lu Zhuang's eyes trembled, and he stretched out his hand to hold the sword in a daze.

The palm was cut sharply, but he clenched it tightly as if he didn't know the pain, and his wrist was shaking violently.

He turned his head slowly, a pair of dark eyes stuck to Ye Yichuan's face full of sincerity and betrayal without blinking.

In the dark eyes, there was already too tired to bear any strong emotion of shock.

Lu Zhuang's pale face was as haggard as death, and a shadow of despair and death was cast under his eyelids.

The blood foam he coughed up wet and reddened Ye Yichuan's cold face that seemed to follow his father's flamboyance.

"I can't understand."

Ye Yichuan didn't answer, his lowered eyes looked extremely calm, and he calmly couldn't see the guilt and pain of killing his best friend with his own hands.

He first took the Life-devouring Sword from Lu Zhuang's hand and carried it behind his back.

He sighed, and said: "I told you, Lu Zhuang, you are really stupid. You were taken advantage of by others without knowing it, and you wasted your life. Do you think it is suffering?"

"You..." Lu Zhuang opened his eyes wide, but he was powerless to criticize, so he could only smile sadly: "Who are you?"

Ye Yichuan laughed softly, but said without emotion: "I come from a small town called Nanhe on the border. My name is Ye Yichuan. My mother died when I was nine years old. I joined the Tianxi Sword Sect, In order to collect Ye Qingzhou's body..."

"laugh------"

He suddenly pulled out the sword that pierced Lu Zhuang's chest, and the sharp blade cut off all five of his fingers mercilessly.

Blood spattered, staining half of Ye Yichuan's cheeks red.

Lu Zhuang lost his support and fell on the chest of the person behind him.

Ye Yichuan remained expressionless, allowing Lu Zhuang to slip and fall from him little by little, leaving a long bloodstain between his clothes.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Lu Zhuang and said coolly: "You let me go down the mountain? Ye Qingzhou died in a place I don't know I can't see. In this life, even if I die, I can't rest in peace!"

Lu Zhuang, who fell at his feet, finally saw clearly the two words engraved on the spirit sword as cold as ice and snow in his hand.

"Cold stop!"

The light in Lu Zhuang's eyes was shocked, as if he was dying, he suddenly came back to the light.

He shot suddenly, grabbed his sleeve tightly, and said excitedly: "This is... this is!!!"

Ye Yichuan let him pull, but did not break free.

He raised the sword to his eyes, and calmly said: "That's right, this is the Han Zhi Sword, the personal sword of Cangwu Palace Master Yin Shao."

He glanced at Lu Zhuang and said, "It's very useful, isn't it?"

Even at the moment when his chest was pierced and his life was taken away, Lu Zhuang, who had never shown any hatred, looked like he wanted to eat people at this moment.

"What did you do to her! What did you do to her!"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her."

Ye Yichuan sighed, squatted down, and reached out to wipe off the blood splashed on Lu Zhuang's face.

"I know that the object of your Lord Ji Pei's true loyalty has never been the Tianxi Sword Sect, but Empress Zhongyou.

You love Wujiwu, wherever Ji Pei's heart is, you just go there with all your heart and mind.

Palace Master Yin Shao, who carries the Black Emperor Jade with him all day long, is recognized by Zhongyou Imperial City as His Royal Highness the Crown Princess.

Although Ji Pei didn't show it on the surface, but in the past 200 years, I don't know how many troubles have been solved for her secretly. You people are so tight to her, I know it all, Lu Zhuang. "

His tone was gentle and gentle, but he didn't know how much truth and falsehood were in it: "So I won't hurt her, and this can be regarded as fulfilling our friendship for so many years."

The hand holding his sleeve tightly, finally loosened it a little after hearing this.

Lu Zhuang's eyes became more and more lax, and he mumbled something, but he was too weak to hear clearly.

It wasn't until his chapped lips finally stopped moving that Ye Yichuan reached out his hands to close his eyes expressionlessly.

"Do you want to die with peace? It seems that you still blame me in your heart after all, if we..."

Having said this, Ye Yichuan's voice stopped, and he did not continue talking.

He stood up and raised his palm, and slashed out a thunderbolt, burning Lu Zhuang's body to ashes.

Ruchen's ashes were rolled up by his sleeves, and he said calmly: "You are right, if you want to break the shackles, you must learn to choose.

Lu Zhuang, you and I have different paths from the beginning, but since you are willing to treat me as a friend until the end of your life, Sword Master Yu, I will kill for you. "

"After everything is over, I will take you back to Zhongyou."

The wind and snow are long, and through the dark clouds in the sky, they float down lonely.

This is a loud bang in the sky, the Tianshan Mountain shakes and explodes again and again, amidst the lamentation of Wanjian, a scarlet thunder light bathes the winged bird soaring into the sky, smashing the Tianshan Mountain and the sky.

Ye Yichuan squinted his eyes from the wind and snow, looked at Jiange and put it down.

He smiled lowly and said: "Erhe buried his heart, but there are two brushes. The complete death of Yuanli sword and sword soul has become a fact, and Bailiyu is powerless to return to heaven. Duanmo is probably at the end of his life this time. Alright."

"Interesting and interesting, come see me again and make him turn upside down."

Ye Yichuan smiled slightly, put on a red and black sword suit, and the life-devouring sword on his back flickered, merged into a red light and hid it in his sleeve.

He sent out a sword thought: "Sovereign, I found a clue of rebellion in Muyanglin, and I hope that the suzerain will come and take a look!"

(End of this chapter)