long night walk

Chapter 815
The husband and wife hadn't seen each other for 200 years, so they started fighting as soon as they said they were fighting. During this period, Empress Ying Ji didn't even say a word of nonsense.

Between the words, the word "roll" is violent and angry like thunder, and the dark ghostly eyes reflect the churning clouds. There are thousands of scenes, but there is no heart.

In the world of Yanyang covered by the divine light of the Golden Crow, the sky suddenly cracked, and the sky above the divine radiance was completely black, revealing a dark and mysterious corner of the starry sky, dripping with ink.

The domineering spirit of the emperor, who belongs to the Zhongyou female emperor's way alone, poured down.

The shoulders of the sword master Yu, who had lost the thirteen sword souls, suddenly sank, and a huge deep pit appeared quietly under his feet, and the surrounding area of ​​sword power spread like a boat, which was actually precarious.

The shoulders seem to be holding the cold and vast sea of ​​darkness, with endless pressure.

Sword Master Yu snorted coldly, and raised his hands to shake Netherworld!

Suddenly, two green tornadoes, as thick as a python, burst into a storm!
He was about to get up, everything was crawling, and circles of strong energy started from the black and red sword robe as the center, pulsating and dispersing, and the blueness was purple.

The air of boundless heaven and earth swirled around Sword Master Yu's body, becoming more and more fierce and unrestrained.

Ying Xiu, who had just arrived at the mountain monument, couldn't resist the collision of these two auras. He gritted his teeth and sacrificed the talisman sword, pressing the tip of the sword into the ground, but his body was still uncontrollably swept away by the terrible aura push away.

His two legs plowed two extremely deep pit lines between the ground. If Jun He hadn't pulled him in time to protect him behind him, he would have been thrown down the mountain already.

But even so, even Jun He couldn't help feeling the stagnation and dull pain of Qi in his body under the pressure of the terrifying aftermath of the world's sword master who had entered the best state of swordsmanship and the empress Zhongyou who was at the peak of trickery.

Ying Xiu finally regained his strength, the magic-sealing talisman sword in his hand had already been blown into countless colorful and broken talisman papers in the turbulent wind, and flew away in fine pieces.

His eyes were full of astonishment and shock, watching the brazen confrontation between the two great masters who had been in the world for hundreds of years, his heart was about to burst!
It is even more incomprehensible why the mother who never stepped out of the Zhongyou Dynasty 200 years ago would leave the Dynasty today and appear in the White Camel Mountain to fight with her father.

200 years ago, she broke with her father in an irreparable situation.

Ying Xiu never thought that one day, his mother would come to Tianxi Sword Sect to meet his father again.

Could it be that he learned that his father's Tianshan Sword Tomb collapsed and the thirteen sword souls were destroyed, his swordsmanship lost power, and his cultivation base was damaged...

Came here specially to give father a blow, in order to avenge her marriage to Tianxi 200 years ago and being looked down upon by others?
After all, when my father was young and first joined the Zhongyou Dynasty, he was just a small sword cultivator, while my mother was the empress of the Dynasty. There was a huge gap between the two in terms of cultivation and status.

Until 600 years ago, his father experienced a death calamity, and he was put to death and reborn. Tianxi Sword Sect formed a general trend that the latecomers prevailed.

On the contrary, it is the mother, no matter how difficult it is to improve her cultivation base, in the following hundreds of years, in terms of the development of her cultivation base, her father has a tendency to stabilize the mother's end.

During the years when they became husband and wife, both of them were strong people, but the mother seldom had the upper hand in the hands of the father.

Father lost the thirteen sword souls this time, and the way of the sword was withered, it was the time when he was frustrated.

The mother came aggressively, and would fight if she disagreed with her. Today, my father might suffer a lot.

Thinking of this, Ying Xiu inevitably blamed his mother for her lack of stamina. Although she was an empress, she was still a girl.

In the face of major events, how can you come here to vent your anger with others for no reason for your own selfish desires.

The more Ying Xiu thought about it, the more impatient he became. He broke away from Jun He's palm and wanted to get up to stop the fight between the two.

Jun He's loosened palm once again exerted force to firmly press Ying Xiu on the ground, but he did not let him show his head. He looked at him fixedly, and whispered: "Young Master, what are you going to do?"

Ying Xiu said anxiously: "The enemy is in trouble now, I can't let the two of them continue to fight, not to mention that my father has a strong temper, if he wants to lose face to his mother at such a critical moment, I am afraid that his gaffe will become more serious. out of control."

"Do you want to die?" Jun He lowered his eyebrows and said with a serious expression:
"Empress Yingji and the Sovereign Master are both supreme grand masters in the world. Both of them are existences that can make everything in the world die, but I can't guarantee that I can survive their arrogance. Young Master If you act recklessly like this, you may lose your life for nothing."

Ying Xiu only felt that this was ridiculous: "Mother and father are losing their minds in anger at the moment, but they don't take my son's life seriously. As long as I step forward, I will be able to appease them both." down."

He spoke with great confidence and confidence.

But the more this was the case, the deeper the worry in Jun He's eyes, and complex emotions of pity rolled in his pupils.

The strength in his hands did not loosen at all, he was silent for a long while, and said: "No need, the suzerain will not lose, and Empress Yingji may lose."

Hearing these words, Ying Xiu's heart skipped a beat, stunned and shocked.

Mother is going to lose?
Even though in these hundreds of years, my mother's obsession with obsession with the events of the past made it difficult to improve her cultivation level, her strength is still only slightly inferior to that of her father in the heyday.

Now that my father has lost the thirteen sword souls, let alone gaining the upper hand, he will have to fight fiercely for several days and nights before he can accurately tell the winner.

The ups and downs of the master master's moves, consumes the state of mind and endurance.

How did you lose so quickly?
The first thought in Ying Xiu's mind was that Jun He was talking nonsense, but the majestic sword intent raging in the four fields was ups and downs in the wind and clouds.

In an instant, the sword energy rolled wildly, leaving countless criss-crossing deep ravines between the rock wall and the earth.

Ying Ji's arrogance and spirit are strong, but she vaguely reveals a dejected state of unstable foundation and weak weather. She flicks her finger to the light of the bright moon, and the sun will set after the peak.

In the end, the turbulent wind under the sky gradually calmed down, the sword was strong, towering and solid, and the fiery clouds that split the sky reunited, covering the mirror-like starry sky in the sky with thick ink.

There are shocking gullies and sword marks all over the mountain, wreckage of stone walls, and broken trees. Only when they spread to the boundary of the small building in the east fence, the cracks stopped abruptly as if they were hindered by some invisible force of the realm. .

In the courtyard, the green bamboo groves sway low and low, like a sea tide, and the slender and sharp bamboo leaves are pouring down, like a rain of swords.

Outside the bamboo gate, Baili Yu, who was wearing a black and red sword robe, pushed open the bamboo gate expressionlessly and entered the courtyard.

The courtyard was deep, Ying Ji was dressed in plain clothes against the green leaves of the forest, the golden sun was like splashed ink, and there was a long, thin and sharp bloodstain between her pale cheeks.

She looked at the other party with lifeless eyes, and the beauty of death was revealed in the pale skin.

The miserable blood rolled like beads along her cheeks.

Sword Master Yu's expression was different, obviously he never expected that her offensive just now seemed to be full of murderous aura, but in fact it was full of weakness.

How can there be the spirit of the Huanghuang Empress when she raised her arms and shouted, and all the ghosts and heroes rushed to her!

Sword Master Yu only knew that she had always been strong-tempered, even during the years of marrying into Tianxi Sword Sect, when she competed with him in martial arts, she was never willing to lose to his son-in-law, and must fight with all her strength.

Every time a husband and wife compete, it's like seeking revenge and provoking trouble.

Now that he has been closed in the Zhongyou Dynasty for 200 years, his temperament is much more introverted and calm. It must be because he knew that he had lost the Thirteen Swords, so he deliberately restrained himself a bit. On the contrary, he didn't check her mind, and when he met, he gave her to her. hurt.

Thinking of this, Sword Master Yu's cold gaze softened unconsciously, took out a soft square handkerchief from his sleeve, and handed it to her in a low tone with a trace of kindness trying to ease the relationship between the two.

"You and I haven't seen each other for 200 years. Why do you have to look tense when we meet? Disasters and catastrophes have occurred in my sect one after another in the past few days. It was my negligence that I failed to take care of Dongli Xiaozhu. Fortunately, I have you , this place has not been destroyed.”

Ying Ji let the blood from the deep wound on her cheeks roll like beads, she lowered her eyes, and glanced at the clean handkerchief in Sword Master Yu's hands, two clusters of ghostly fire jumped in the depths of her pupils.

slam.

The handkerchief in Sword Master Yu's hand set itself on fire without fire, the flame was green and strange, as if it would burn the air.

The sword master Yu's pupils shrank, and a piercing sword intent burst out from his fingertips to extinguish the flames, but his fingertips were still blackened, and there was a heart-rending pain.

It's the Nine Nether Fires again!

Sword Master Yu's dark eyes finally showed a ray of anger, and his expression that had just softened was instantly as cold as a rock.

"Ying Ji, my patience has a limit."

Ying Ji looked away, there was only one word from the beginning to the end.

Faintly, without any emotion: "Go away."

He really hated her dead appearance.

It was like this when you married into Tianxi hundreds of years ago, and it's still like this now!

It seemed that when he looked away indifferently, he and he formed two completely different worlds.

It was clear that it used to be the most intimate relationship, but he wanted to get closer, but suddenly filled the distance between the two of them.

Even though he cared a lot about her origin, even though he didn't see her again in the past 200 years, he never thought of divorcing his wife and remarrying again.

Suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, Sword Master Yu suddenly tightened his palms, his knuckles turned pale.

He closed his eyes, and said calmly: "A corpse demon that troubled Tianxi escaped from my hands. I suspect that he is hiding in this small building in the east. If the tiger is released back to the mountain, it will definitely cause a catastrophe."

Words claim to be from me to this seat.

"I am going to search for this Dongli Xiaozhu now. I know you have thoughts in your mind, but I would like to advise you..."

Sword Master Yu opened his eyes, and his brows overflowed with purple sword thoughts. He glanced at her lightly: "Even if you don't want to, you have to bear it."

His tone was very light, but there was a trace of deep anger that had been burned by the Nine Nether Fire several times, and his attitude became awkward and stiff.

The woman standing by the side of the green bamboo slowly raised her eyes, a pair of deep and dark eyes slowly filled with a ghostly aura.

The dark pupils under the eyelashes spread and smudged in the eye sockets like ink, swallowing all the whites of the eyes into a strange black color.

The blue blood slowly spread from her pale slender neck to her cheeks, which was indescribably eerie.

On the brown soil land, countless spider silk-like black mist rose up, like hands stretching out from the underworld, clinging to the legs of the sword master Yu.

Jian Zhuyu's body suddenly felt a bit of sticky heaviness, as if he was deeply trapped in the quagmire of ghosts and monsters from which he could not extricate himself.

His eyes were deep, and he looked down with a cold face, but saw that the land under his feet had turned into a boundless wasteland of blood, like the legendary Hell of Fallen Souls.

The breath of death is everywhere.

Although Ying Ji is a genius master of deception, she is not inexperienced in Taoism, but since she met Sword Master Yu, she has rarely used deception in front of him.

Does she know what he is taboo about?
But today, she used the Zhongyou Secret Technique again and again, first the Nine Netherworld Fire, and then the Falling Abyss technique!

How could she be soft-handed and worried about hurting him, it was clear that from the moment he appeared, her murderous intent still persisted!
She wants to kill him!
How dare she want to kill him!
The sockets of Sword Master Yu's eyes were instantly reddened by anger, and he glared fiercely at her with a surge of anger and ruthlessness:
"You hate me so much?! You even want to kill me by using the forbidden secret technique 'Yuan Fall' at the expense of the source of the spiritual core?!"

Yuan Fall is a taboo secret technique of the Zhongyou Dynasty. Its terrifying degree is comparable to that of Thirteen Swordsmen. It takes the earth as the boundary and space as the cage.

While performing the secret technique, the Dao realm is sealed off, and the secret technique is strengthened and expanded with the blood essence of the practitioner, consuming one's own blood and spiritual power. It is usually used on enemies who are difficult to match and die together.

This technique was once written and recorded in the volume by Zhu Zhan, the immortal of the Shangqing Realm, and it was named as a forbidden secret technique that symbolizes "killing" in the six realms.

How can this resolute and ruthless gesture make Sword Master Yu not angry.

He let out a deep cry, bristled with anger, his jet-black hair danced wildly, the sea of ​​blood under his feet stirred up trembling ripples, and just as he was rising from the ground, a cold and lifeless hand fell towards the top of his head.

Sword Master Yu's eyebrows and Ziqi Jiannian suddenly exploded into mist, spilling out a streak of blood.

He was so angry that he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He pointed his sword towards the sky, and took advantage of the situation to form a large array of golden crows. The golden sky light converged with the sky above his fingertips, forming a giant sword of golden light.

He waved his arm and slashed down angrily.

Ying Ji's falling arm, from the wrist to the end of the shoulder, was bursting with bright red energy, and its muscles and bones were shattered.

The blood sea wilderness under the sword master Yu's feet was divided into two, exposing the surface of the original world. He stepped out and shattered the wilderness.

He raised his angry eyes, and suddenly strangled Ying Ji's neck with his blood-stained palm.

As his angry and heavy steps approached, her slender and thin body knocked down countless thin green bamboos.

If Sword Master Yu could be more careful at this moment, he would be able to find that those broken green bamboo fragments were piercing sharply into the skin of her back, dragging a long way dripping with blood.

The body of Empress Zhongyou could be easily pierced and injured by some mortal bamboos.

"I said, my patience has a limit! 200 years! 200 years! I know you can't let go of that! But can you change the time and place to go crazy! I don't ask you to be sober , but I hope you don't make those messy things to stain my eyes!"

A bright bloodstain meandered out from the corner of her blue-gray lips, Ying Ji's head was tilted, her dark eyes without whites were lifeless and deep, and she finally spoke.

"Bailiyu, from the beginning to the end, the one who doesn't understand is you."

(End of this chapter)