Difficulty: I am a prince in the Black Sea

Chapter 162
In the middle of the night, the stars are dim, the moon is in a gauze, and the sky is covered by dark clouds. The sky is gloomy, and it seems that the rain is about to come.

In the distance, an old man with white hair and beard, and a dusty white robe led a young man with a fresh scar on his face and ran wildly at such a speed that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Behind the two of them, only a flash of cold light could be seen, and they were chasing after them at an extremely fast speed.

It's hard to tell the time in the middle of the night, and the two of them chased each other for an unknown amount of time. No matter how the old man ran wildly with his skills, when he looked back, he could always see the sword at the end of his sight galloping towards him.

Seeing this, the old man threw out a sword aura without looking back, hugged the young man into his arms, and increased his speed a few minutes.

But I could only see that the sword energy collided with the flying sword, and it collapsed without a trace.

In the arms of the old man, due to the countless days and nights of running around, the expression of the already shallow boy was even more gloomy and ugly, but even so, he did not say a word from the beginning to the end, and insisted on gritting his teeth.

With the passage of time, the energy in the old man's body was gradually exhausted, and his speed had to slow down. However, his footsteps were only half a minute slower, and the flying sword behind him was approaching in an instant.

And from the beginning to the end, no one was seen holding the sword, just a ray of divine sense attached to the sword can chase and kill thousands of miles, even better than a warrior with extraordinary foundation.

"Master... I'm the one who dragged you down."

In the arms of the old man, the young man gritted his teeth, looked up at the old man and said.

The old man was silent, and after a while, he turned his head and said, "I don't blame you, it's because the old man is not good at skills, he's ashamed."

"Master..."

The old man paused, then threw the young man aside, flicked his right hand, and the three-foot Qingfeng struck, a sword intent suddenly rose all over his body.

"Go, old man Fubo, I can't teach you!"

After all, the old man glanced at the Flying Sword that was approaching quickly, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his vitality, jumped up, and slashed down with his sword!
"One sword can save lives, and the old man also admires your sword practice, but if you want to take the old man's life with just one sword, it's just a dream!"

"is it?"

There was a sound from the sword, and there was a cold response, and the moment when white light and green fronts intersected, the blood light suddenly appeared, accompanied by a miserable howl, the broken sword and arm flew out, and scarlet was added to the dusty white clothes!

"Master!" The young man yelled, and hurried forward to support the old man.

If one move fails, the old man's face will be like gold paper, and his spirit will be like a thread. If it is not for the support of the young man, he will fall down.

Looking at the blood-stained young man, the old man tremblingly touched his head with his remaining left arm, "Xiaochai, didn't I tell you to run away?"

"Master suffered because of me, how can I escape." The young man looked at the old man, gritted his teeth and said, with a bit of sadness in his tone.

"Ha, good boy, good disciple." The old man raised his head to look at the flying sword hovering in mid-air again, and with his true energy drawn, the half-cut sword flew into his left hand again.

At this time, there was a sound transmission on the sword and said: "Sword master Qianhen, if you can take my sword, you will not be in vain."

"Ha." The old man Qianhen sneered: "An innate person, for the sake of a woman, is in trouble with a child, and is also jealous of the love between the two. A sword will last forever. Climb to the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

Hitting people doesn't slap people in the face, cursing people doesn't expose shortcomings, the sarcastic words in the old man's mouth are just to expose the scars in Yijian Wansheng's heart, and he is immediately angry.

The flying sword quickly slashed, and the old man Qianhen jumped up, leaving Ye Xiaochai behind, and broke the sword to meet the enemy!
Flying sword, flying head, broken sword, broken head!
"Master!"

Seeing the corpse of the old man Qianhen who had lost his head slowly to the bottom, Ye Xiaochai was in pain, tears welled up in her eyes, and hurriedly knelt and crawled to the side of the old man Qianhen's body, crying uncontrollably.

Although the two formed a master-student friendship for only two or three days, the old man Qianhen really regarded him as a disciple of his disciples, cared for him wholeheartedly, and protected him with all his strength.

But now, it is the ending of severed hands and heads, and lost lives...

"One sword, ten thousand lives!"

Ye Xiaochai stared angrily at the flying sword in the air, and hatred kept pushing her heart.

For the first time in his life, he resented himself for being so powerless.

"Don't worry, I will keep my promise and save your life to the wind and rain." Fei Jian responded, as if what he just did was just a trivial matter.

The two-year agreement, on the wind and rain, is Yi Jian Wan Sheng's promise made because of Xiao Zhuying's intercession.

But the jealousy in his heart didn't allow him to watch Ye Xiaochai spend these two years safely and smoothly, so he wanted to kill her.

Kill all those who dare to accept Ye Xiaochai as an apprentice, let him experience life and death within two years, make him feel his own powerlessness, make no one dare to accept him as an apprentice, and let him have to kill him two years later.

"You, you deserve to die!" Ye Xiaochai cried, picked up the broken sword on the ground and threw it towards the flying sword in the air, but seeing that the flying sword didn't move, a stream of sword energy shot out coldly, and the broken sword shattered. Scattered fragments pierced Ye Xiaochai's body, and the blood slowly flowed, soaking the robe.

Ye Xiaochai didn't seem to realize it, but just looked at the flying sword in the air with hatred, or the person behind the flying sword, with one sword, ten thousand lives.

"Hate? Resent? This is the world."

Feijian said through a voice transmission.

"To walk in the rivers and lakes, what you need is strength. With your ability, you can't protect Xiao Zhuying at all, and you don't deserve to have him. I just want you to recognize the reality. Go, Ye Xiaochai, with hatred in your heart, go find you next, Master, ha."

The last chuckle was full of contempt and disdain.

He is clearly an ant and worthless person, but he dares to attack the woman I like... In Yijian Wansheng's view, these are just a little punishment, not even enough.

Ye Xiaochai clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and ran around for days, the death of the master, the merciless blow of a sword, the despair in his heart continued to torment Ye Xiaochai's heart, for no reason, suddenly darkened, and he was about to collapse. fall down.

But at this moment, a beautiful figure in yellow clothes supported Ye Xiaochai to stabilize her body, and she must not fall down in front of that person.

"Bamboo Ying..."

Hearing that Ye Xiaochai still dared to mention Xiao Zhuying's name, Yijian Wansheng, who was manipulating the flying sword in the distance, was furious immediately, and several sporadic sword qi shot out, not to kill him, but he wanted to teach the person in front of him another lesson .

At this moment, an unexplained gust of wind blows in the opposite direction, and the energy of the sword is reversed. The energy of the sword meets and disappears in the silent place, but the remaining power sweeps Ye Xiaochai several meters away and falls down. on the ground.

"Who!"

Aware of the extraordinaryness of the coming person, Wan Sheng calmed down after the flying sword. On the flying sword, the edge shone with a cold light, which was even better than the dim moonlight in the sky.

At this time, under the dark night, there is a white dress, a bronze animal-shaped mask, reciting poems, one step at a time, but it seems to be shrinking to an inch, amazing skills.

"Once drunk in the rivers and lakes for thirty springs, how can I get the sword to unravel the world of mortals."

(End of this chapter)