sword sentient beings

In the sunset manor, there was originally a big pine tree.Right in the main courtyard, no one can ignore it.

The pine tree is so huge that five or six people cannot hold it in their arms. The trunk is knotted and the pine needles are like a cover, covering the sky and the sun.

Wu Shayu once sat under the tree to receive a group of swordsmen from Changfa Manor who came to negotiate, and arranged three sword fights under the tree, including the swordsman round.

It's just that this is inside the Sunset Manor, and the battlefield of the big arena is at the entrance of the Sunset Manor. Today's guests have no chance to see this scene, nor have the chance to praise: "This is really a long-lived pine."

Now, however, the large, perennial pine tree has been split in half vertically from crown to root.

The tree trunks parted, revealing an old man sitting cross-legged among them.

is an acquaintance.

As Tang Zhao, a foreign swordsman, he shouldn't be very familiar with this person, but fortunately, he is familiar with him.

Isn't this Xing Cang, the head manager of Changfa Manor?
The invisible owner who claims to have mastered Changfa Manor, just now, he was also a participant in the first sword fight, and passed the first round without any merit or demerit.

Although there were various legends about him at that time, he was really just a mediocre old man in appearance.

Now Xing Cang's appearance in the big pine tree is very different.He is wearing a gossip crane cloak, with jade hairpins on his head and a purple gold crown, sitting cross-legged on the back of a turtle. Although he still has a big beard, he already has a bit of fairy air.

But no matter how elegantly he dressed up, he couldn't hide the horror of suddenly seeing the light of day again.

Since Tang Zhao confirmed that it was him, he didn't hesitate to drop his long sword on his head:

"Golden Tiger!"

There is no tiger in shape, only a tiger head with a brilliant golden light, chopping down the mountain with the momentum of a tiger, the sword essence and sword energy are enough to split mountains and crack rocks!
The golden tiger was originally a single attack developed by Tang Zhao, and it is also the sharpest sword in Jing Xing's swordsmanship. It can be used for daily combat in the form of a tiger head and can be used for continuous chopping.

At this time, Tang Zhao came with the momentum of victory, and his sword strength, momentum, and determination were all mobilized to the extreme. This sword is not something any swordsman can resist.

boom!
A beam of light rose up, and everyone who seemed to be fighting in chaos in front of the turtle shell sacrifice array couldn't help turning their heads.

The setting sun master hiding in the corner couldn't help being stunned, then trembling in horror, shouted: "Great sage! Come on, thank you for pushing me..."

Fortunately, however, he didn't make a sound. When he turned his head, he saw that everyone was fighting on their own.Many survivors present surrounded them with hostility, and chopped down anyone who saw Sunset Manor.His swordsmen were in a mess.

He hastily flipped the wheelchair a few times and sent out a signal to tell his swordsmen to move closer to him.

At this time, Xing Xing, whom he trusted the most in the past and was called his right-hand man, was the most loyal. Although he was in a bad situation, he rushed forward despite his injury and came to him.

Wu Shayu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone approaching him—since he became paralyzed, although he was still a swordsman, he had lost his courage and was no longer able to walk independently.

He said repeatedly: "Fortunately, the great sage is not well, let's save him."

Fortunately, he didn't obey immediately, and quickly said: "Master, can we still control others?"

Wu Shayu was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Xing Xing said: "Look at the situation... don't mention the people who sacrificed in the formation, the rest are our enemies. Great Venerable... Gui Rong is dead and has no deterrent power. Xingqi wanted to run away just now, but I don’t know who killed him. Now we are the most obvious target. At this time, if you still want to help others, isn’t that fueling?”

Wu Shayu looked at the chaos in front of him with a pair of old eyes, and gradually came to his senses, and said: "Then let's... let's get married, and take care of ourselves? Let's gather our people and follow me to the sculpture side .Open the passage, Sunset Manor is gone, it’s important to save your life first.”

The light went out, revealing the sunken ground.

It turned out that the big pine tree was gone, and evaporated out of thin air, leaving only a big pit and a little charcoal of charcoal.The ground was cut off three feet by this sword.

Fortunately, Cang is still fine, although he is very embarrassed, put on a posture of rolling and crawling, and has climbed to the edge of the pit, but he is unscathed.

On his body, there is still a layer of power shield that has not passed away, covering his whole body, like a silhouette, chaotic and translucent, very similar to the tortoise shell on the sacrificial array.

It's just that after the powerful sword just now, there is only a thin layer of protective cover left, which was offset by the sword just now.

Fortunately, there is still a steady stream of power coming, and the protective cover absorbs power and thickens visible to the naked eye.

Don't look at the thin protective cover, but just like the two strong men, this power is endless and indestructible.If the two warriors hadn't encountered Gui Rong's death force, they would have been able to recover even if they were strangled to pieces.This is also the case in the protective cover, as long as the power can be extracted, it will not be destroyed.

And now, the source of this protective power lies in the tortoise formation. Although it is not as inexhaustible as the power of the two mountains, there are many swordsmen among those who need to be sacrificed. With a long lifespan, it is probably enough to spend a lot of time, right?
On the other side of the sacrificial formation, there are abyss envoys attacking. If the tortoise shell is broken there, Xing Cang will be in danger immediately without protection. Before that, Xing Cang is considered invincible.

Similarly, it is not so easy for him to use such power to deal with Tang Zhao. It is not his own power, so it is not so flexible to use, and it is more practical to pile up and defend.

This is a seemingly fragile, yet indestructible balance.

Tang Zhao looked at him, with his long sword drooping, leaning on his sword and saying, "As expected of the mastermind behind organizing so many people, it's really dark enough. It's good to see the light now. It's just that no one appreciates it here, and can't show it." How about taking you out to appreciate your great achievements?"

Xing Cang escaped from the panic, regained his calm, and sat cross-legged on the ground again, lowering his eyebrows and eyes, his expression became more and more different from the Xing Cang in Tang Zhao's impression, and it really seemed a bit solemn.

He said in a normal way: "Your Excellency, it is up to you. If you are willing to stand side by side with a group of the most despicable and dirty slave owners and businessmen to appreciate my downfall, share joy, sorrow and return with them, then naturally it will be fine."

Ok?
Tang Zhao was a little surprised, not because he was touched by this sentence, but because he heard Xing Cang's foothold in saying this: he thought that Tang Zhao and those manor owners were not in the same camp, and he should hate them.

How is this judged?After all, on the bright side, Tang Zhao is just a thug hired by Changfa Manor.

The old guy has something.

Thinking about this, Tang Zhao shook his head with a broken smile, and said, "How do you say that you are martyred and sanctified? Are you a fighter who claims to be an anti-slave owner, and the sacrifice is to eliminate violence? Don't you realize what you are? Is it? Regardless of those manor owners and slave traders, there are those swordsmen and slaves who are crushed by you and howling in pain? What is the difference between you and a slave owner? You will not say that you are suffering for your sake. People don't care, do they?"

Xing Cang sighed: "They won't suffer."

Tang Zhao said "Huh?" again, and Xing Cang continued: "They are all dead."

……

Tang Zhao was speechless for a while, and said, "You speak with confidence."

Xing Cang said: "What I extract is not strength, not vitality, but lifespan. Lifespan is God's will, and losing it will not feel pain. The pain these people suffer is instead the internal and external injuries caused by the collapsed stands. But now they are still suffering. Those who tortured are those evil slave owners. Only they have a long life left. The lives of those swordsmen are as short as the morning dew, and they died peacefully without suffering. No need to suffer in the world, this is also a gift I gave them .”

Seeing Tang Zhao's look of contempt, he said directly without waiting for the other party to speak: "You are an outsider and don't understand the pain of a sword slave. Every moment of a sword slave's life is pain. Shadow Abyss cannot be reborn, and it is already an extravagant hope to be able to die in bed. It is a great happiness to die like this now. I helped them get rid of it. But those slave owners are much more painful. Death is not painful, the painful thing is waiting to die , or tormented physically and mentally waiting to die, those sinners deserve this reward."

Tang Zhao sneered, "If they really want to be free, they can commit suicide. You don't need to 'help' them."

Xing Cang shook his head and said: "They want to die, but they dare not die. The horror of death is engraved in their bones. They are used to being oppressed, and they dare not even hope for the freedom of death. Now I allow them to die freely, and deprive them of everything. Isn’t this the greatest gift for a slave owner who is still howling and waiting to die?”

Tang Zhao shook his head and said, "I really regret that I didn't kill you just now. I didn't feel like killing you just now, but now I feel nauseous after chatting for a while. How dare you argue here! The so-called Longevity Association you organized thought that others didn't know I’ve heard it all. The members of the meeting are all the evil slave owners you mentioned. How could there ever be an oppressed sword slave? They supported you, obeyed your orders, and set up this arena. It’s all up to you, It is just to share the lifespan deprived from the sword slaves and their peers from you. Why do you become a person who thinks about the sword slaves? Slave owners who deprive everything... the sword slaves are deprived of only a few years The life span is over, but you took it all away, and then fattened yourself. Then you said that you gave them a gift...Is there anyone more disgusting than you? And..."

Moreover, if these things were done half a month ago, then it is possible that what was taken away from those sword slaves was really only lifespan, but today, what was taken away is actually a very, very precious thing.

That is hope.

hope of freedom.

It was a gift from Tang Zhao to all the sword slaves of Wangliang Mountain.But Xing Cang was deprived of it along with his life span.

It was only the last step. If those sword slaves could leave this arena, they might be able to see a different scene.

Tang Zhao didn't know whether they regretted it at the last moment, but Tang Zhao was very regretful.

Tang Zhao didn't want to think about it, and mentioned the way of swordsmanship: "Your defense is really tricky, but it's not impossible to break it. It's just that it's not worth using my swordsmanship for someone like you. Now seeing your disgusting look But he didn’t hesitate anymore. Although your dog’s life is not worth it, it is worth it for making me understand. Go to hell—”

The tip of his sword gleams.

Hearing "Crack", Xing Cang's eyes were full of confidence at first, but when he heard "Sword Technique", he became flustered and shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Tang Zhao frowned slightly, and said, "Why, you still want to leave a last word? Those people who were killed by you didn't have a chance to say a word before they died."

Xing Cang hurriedly said: "The lifespan I collected didn't fatten me up, I'm still here." He held out a tortoise shell as he spoke.The shell condensed the chaotic atmosphere on the high priest's formation, but it was much denser.

Tang Zhao frowned, "What do you mean?"

Xing Cang thought that he really knew what to ask, and hypocritically refused to ask for it directly, but at the critical moment, he had to make it clear: "These lifespans can be used by anyone. It can also be you!"