Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 186: Who can resist loneliness when there is a flaw in the heavens? (8.067k)
The Mid-Autumn moon is bright, and after an autumn rain, the Cangshan Mountain is shrouded in mist.

Looking from afar at the high cliffs of Moying, in front of Wangshu, there was a black shadow wielding a sword very fast.

The closer Zou Songqing got to the top of the cliff, the louder the sound of the sword became.

Just hearing the sound of the sword, he showed a look of joy.

He stopped at the foot of the cliff, worried about disturbing his master's practice, so he waited until the sound of sword dancing stopped before going to pay his respects.

"Master's swordsmanship has improved again!"

Shang Sufeng said calmly: "I have only just begun to glimpse the Shadowless Sword. Only when I truly comprehend the power of the Goshawk can this sword become silent, traceless and invisible. It is still a long way to go before I can perfect it."

"But is there any news about the Hengshan Sword Contest?"

"Exactly."

Zou Songqing had a look of admiration on his face: "I have inquired several times to make sure that the information is correct, so I came to report it now."

"What happened in Hengyang this time is really shocking, but Master, you are absolutely right."

“No matter how many sparrows there are, they can only be food for the goshawk.”

"Oh?" Shang Sufeng watched eagles every day, and his eyes had become like those of an eagle. At this moment, his eyeballs seemed to be swelling and extremely sharp.

"tell me the story."

Zou Songqing took a deep breath and sighed:
"This Xiaoxiang Sword God is the best swordsman in the world. His one sword can generate all kinds of magic. He defeated Qingcheng and Taishan, Kunlun and Emei. His Kongtong divine fist and divine palm were like a drop in the ocean. No one can match him. The leaders of the three major righteous sects dare not fight him."

"The defeated one abandons his sword, which becomes the Sword Tomb of Hengshan. Feng Buping, one of the secrets of the martial arts world, is a master of the Wind Sword. His skills astound everyone, but he is heartbroken after defeating the Sword God. He will guard the mountain for the Sword God for the rest of his life!"

At this point, Zou Songqing took a deep breath:
"The Sword God's understanding of martial arts has reached the pinnacle. He has explained the ancestral methods of various sects. People in the martial arts world all say that those who defeat swordsmen have also defeated their ancestors."

He was fascinated again: "But many people in the world listened to the mystery, broadened their horizons, and benefited a lot."

"Yancheng heard that there were more than a thousand guests, and ten thousand swords returned to their roots in Hengyang."

"The Sword God has guided most of the martial arts world. Now when he mentions Yanchengke, everyone will know that he has heard the Sword God discuss swordsmanship in Hengyang."

"The people of Jianghu have already revered Xiaoxiang Sword God as the greatest master of the time."

"..."

After hearing what his apprentice said, Shang Sufeng couldn't help but touch the half-black and half-white beard on his chin, and his heart was inexplicably shocked.

It's not just because of the Sword God's strength, but also because of his courage to control the world.

Suddenly, he felt something vaguely.

Zou Songqing continued to describe the details, corresponding to the sects and specific sword-fighting scenes. Shang Sufeng listened silently.

After half an hour, Zou Songqing's mouth was dry and his tongue was parched, and he had just finished saying everything.

He found.
There was a look of surprise and regret on the Master's face, and it became more and more intense.

this.
Zou Songqing was uneasy: "Master, you..."

"Oh~~~"

Shang Sufeng sighed and looked up at the beautiful moon.

"Master, why are you sighing? But..."

Having said this, Zou Songqing paused, as if it would be offensive to continue.

"You are thinking that after hearing about the Sword God's power, your master was afraid and felt that he could not defeat him, so he sighed."

Zou Songqing is an honest man, and his silence is tantamount to consent.

Shang Sufeng was not angry: "That's because you are just like those people in the martial arts world, only floating on the surface, and don't understand the sword god at all."

"You only see his overwhelming power, but you don't see the loneliness behind it."

He sighed and said, "I have experienced the same state of mind when I sit alone in Dian Cang. Although it is different from the Sword God, no one understands the Sword God better than me."

Zou Songqing widened his eyes, not knowing what his master meant.

"He passed on the sword to the world so that there would be opponents in the world. Compared to these mediocre sword practitioners, he hoped to see their ancestors."

"Men from the Jianghu came to Yancheng to discuss swordplay. They were discussing swords, but the Sword God was discussing loneliness, the loneliness of being at the top."

Shang Sufeng's words were like the gates of a dam opening, and Zou Songqing, who was standing in front of the gates, was like being swept away by a torrent!

He followed his master's words and seemed to understand something in an instant.

The Sword God is so young that he will definitely not find an opponent in the future.

How lonely is that?
Shang Sufeng did not continue the topic, but asked: "Who are the other people who mentioned the secret you just mentioned?"

Zou Songqing paused, glanced at his master, and said solemnly: "It is said that there are five great truths in this world."

"Xiaoxiang Sword God has returned all his swords to his sect, and his icy white sword energy is extraordinary. He has fought against all the major sects of the righteous path without showing any signs of decline, which shows that his inner strength is unpredictable. Many people in the martial arts world believe that the Sword God has surpassed Dongfang Bubai."

"Dongfang Bubai has dominated the martial arts world for a long time. His movements are as fast as lightning and his sword shines like thunder, but he does not understand sword energy. He will probably suffer a loss in a fight with the Sword God."

"It is rumored that Senior Huashan Feng Qingyang is still alive. His Dugu Nine Swords are said to be more powerful than any moves, and are extremely mysterious."

“Feng Buping, the swift sword of the wild wind, regards the sword as his heart. He can cut the wild wind with his sword. Although he is now the sword god guarding the mountain, he can also fight against the sword god.”

"Old Gu from Yancheng wields the Wind and Rain Sword. The sword contains the power of wind and rain. The sword moves are simple and natural, without any flaws."

"These are the five great masters."

When hearing the names of these masters, Zou Songqing's heart was also shaken.

How could those who wield swords not yearn for it?

Seeing the master's deep eyes, he couldn't help but ask worriedly: "Master, do you still want to fight with the Sword God?"

Just with this question, Shang Sufeng's sharp eyes shot straight at him!

"Well, of course we have to fight!"

"The world is vast, and the hawks on the Moying Cliff fly across the sky, fighting against wind, frost, rain and snow. If you are timid, don't even think about practicing the essence of this sect. My Cangshan Temple has its own methods, and they are no worse than those of the masters in this world."

"Don't be discouraged by rumors and think that those top masters are out of your reach."

“Who doesn’t start from humble beginnings?”

"What is invincible in a mortal body?"

Shang Sufeng said: "Master, I have seen the path. If you follow the path, you will eventually achieve perfection."

"When I become a master, I will understand the loneliness of the Sword God."

Zou Songqing's heart surged, a seed was planted in him, and he shouted excitedly:
"Master~!"

This loud shout echoed in Dian Cang Mountain, making the moonlit night on the cliff even more magnificent.

After Zou Songqing got down from the cliff, he told his fellow disciples some of his master's warnings.

Before long, word spread in Dali's martial arts circles that "only the Dian Cang Sword understands the loneliness of the Sword God."

Since the Hengshan Sword Contest, Dian Cang Mountain has become famous.

Now this tricky angle makes it even easier to understand the Sword God.

Everyone thought about Shang Sufeng's words carefully and found that they made sense!

The old men who have traveled all over the country for many years also sighed: "It is worthy of being able to fight against the Sword God for a hundred moves."

There are also Dali martial artists who think that the Dian Cang Sword does not live up to its reputation and want to use it to become famous.

As a result, these people suffered a miserable defeat one by one on Moying Cliff!
Shang Sufeng was already an outstanding person. Now his Lieyang Skill has greatly improved, and he has also glimpsed the path to the Shadowless Sword. It is still the home turf of Moying Cliff for ordinary people to climb the cliff to challenge him.

There is no one in the Dali martial arts world who can defeat an eagle.

The goshawk of Dian Cang Mountain is becoming increasingly famous in the martial arts world of Dali, but the sword god of Yancheng is worried.

From the Dragon Boat Festival to the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Rong has been teaching his disciples the basic techniques of internal power.

unfortunately
The Yin Shen Jue and Yang Shen Gong that he created were so difficult for the Hengshan disciples to enter, let alone touch the threshold.

"Brother, I~have tried my best~~"

In the courtyard of Cangjian Pavilion, Xiang Danian's voice trembled when he spoke.

Since he couldn't practice the basics of Yang Shen Gong, he started to practice Yin Shen Jue. Zhao Rong also made a large tank of ice water to help him absorb the cold air.

But it had no miraculous effect except making him shiver all over.

Cheng Mingyi, Feng Qiaoyun, Xi Mushu and other true disciples all shook their heads.

Seeing Zhao Rong deep in thought, Feng Qiaoyun couldn't help but smile and said:

"Brother, why do you have to dwell on this matter? Our sect's Zhenyue Jue is already considered top-notch. Now, you have used your miraculous skills to derive it into Zhenxin Jue. This internal skill is already extremely precious. In addition, it is compatible with our sect, so all our disciples will benefit from it."

"People have their limits. It is difficult to practice the Calming Heart Technique to its fullest extent. Brother, please do not worry about it any more."

Cheng Mingyi also nodded and suggested:

"Although our qualifications are poor."

"But several talented disciples from the fifteenth generation are now using basic internal skills to nourish their meridians. When they grow a few years older, my senior brother will teach them magical skills, and perhaps they will have a chance to inherit my senior brother's legacy."

"Yeah yeah!"

Everyone agreed, and Aigen said, "Brother, please don't focus on us anymore."

Everyone shouted in unison again: "Yes, yes!"

Xiang Danian, whose lips were pale, also shouted quite loudly.

Magical skills are good, but life is more important.

The true disciples signaled to each other with their eyes, trying to discourage the young master from his determination.

At first, when everyone heard that the young master was passing on his skills, they were all eager and happy.

Most people who practice martial arts cannot resist the temptation of magical skills.

The young master fought against masters from various sects alone with ease. The magical skills he created himself are probably the best in the world.

However.
As they practiced, everyone realized something was wrong.

Not only was there no sign of him even touching the threshold, but he was instead severely destroyed by the divine power.

The surging blood, the endless flow of true energy, and the bone-chilling cold, it was truly like being tossed and tormented between the two worlds of ice and fire.

What's even more terrible is.
After all the torture, I still couldn't get in.

Everyone felt that the young master was determined to pass on his skills, so they cooperated with him wholeheartedly.

But after such a long period of time, everyone really wanted to ask the young master to stop and stop teaching him the magic skills.

That's really not something that everyone can practice.

Zhao Rong's eyes swept over them, then looked at the trembling Xiang Danian, and couldn't help laughing.

The fellow disciples were stunned for a moment, then started laughing too.

This matter has finally come to an end.

Feng Qiaoyun said goodbye to Da Nian and others one after another, and only the eldest brother and the younger sister were left in the pavilion of Cangjian Pavilion.

"Brother Rong, touch it."

She stretched out a slender hand, and Zhao Rong gently grasped it, only to feel it was icy cold, which was the result of her martial arts training.

"Are you feeling any other discomfort?"

"That's not the case," Qu Feiyan continued, "Although this magical skill is powerful, I practice it very slowly, and I don't know when I can master it."

She blinked her big eyes, staring at Zhao Rong's face:

"Brother Rong, can this Kung Fu keep you young forever?"

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly: "The Yin Shen Jue you practiced is not very good, you need to practice my Ming Yu Zhen Jing, but you can't get started."

He frowned slightly: "The threshold for this Kung Fu is too high, let me think of other ways."

"Your talent is already outstanding. Apart from a few kids of the next generation who haven't tried, you are the only one in our sect who can master the Yin Shen Jue. This finally proves that my Kung Fu can be practiced."

Qu Feiyan didn't care about his praise, she just smiled and said:

"The old master of Hengshan must have had the same troubles as you."

Zhao Rong frowned and said, "Wait for me to go into seclusion and deduce it again."

As soon as he said this, he felt a chill on his hands.

It turned out that the junior sister was holding his hands to keep him warm.

"Big Brother, can I bring you food?"

Her eyes were full of anticipation, her eyes were shaking like water, and her pretty face had a hint of pleading, which made me feel pity for her.

In her sight, a hand was getting closer and closer.

"Ouch."

The junior sister pouted, and her expression changed from pitiful to dissatisfied, and she covered her forehead that was poked with one hand.

"Next time."

Zhao Rong smiled and suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside.

The person who came was Quan Ziju.

"Brother, a big event has come out from western Sichuan!"

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Quan Ziju handed a piece of letter to Zhao Rong: "Songfeng Temple in Qingcheng Mountain is expelled from the Jianghu!"

Qu Feiyan was also startled and came over to take a look.

Quan Ziju sighed and said to Zhao Rong, "Yu Canghai deserves it. There are almost no people in the martial arts world who have successfully practiced the Sword Manual of Exorcism. Only in his Songfeng Temple, many Yin Manual masters have appeared one after another."

"The disaster that befell the Lin family fell on them."

"This Yu the Dwarf is too arrogant and has no self-awareness. He has no senior brother to protect him in Songfeng Temple."

"It is said that it was done by the Demon Cult."

Speaking of the words "the work of the Demonic Cult", Quan Ziju couldn't help but shake his head. He would not believe these nonsense.

Zhao Rong read the news on the paper. Except for a few Qingcheng disciples who were assigned to other places, there was no living person in Songfeng Temple, and Yu Canghai was even beheaded.

"There should be quite a few disciples in Songfeng Temple who have practiced the Exorcist Sword Technique, and there are only a handful of forces that can wipe them out."

"The Demon Cult doesn't need the Sword Manual of Exorcism at all. It was most likely done by Zuo Lengchan."

"He is really cruel and merciless."

Quan Ziju nodded, he thought the same thing in his heart.

"Brother, do you want to send someone to Songfeng Temple to take a look?"

Zhao Rong shook his head: "No need."

"Since Zuo Lengchan has set his sights on Songfeng Temple, it's not safe to go to western Sichuan at this time."

Quan Ziju thought it made sense: "Then let's ask Uncle Lu to send someone to investigate secretly."

Zhao Rong looked towards Zhongyue, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Master Zuo, it seems that you still have ambition.

Zhao Rong gave Quan Ziju some more instructions, and a few days later, he climbed the mountain to the top of Tianzhu again.

Only one month has passed.

Quan Ziju brought new news.

"Brother, your guess is correct!"

On the cliff of Tianshan Mountain, Quan Ziju's face showed surprise:
"Songfeng Temple was destroyed, and many sects went to Qingcheng Sect to visit them. Perhaps they also coveted the Yin Pu."

"But I didn't expect that most of the people sent out by the righteous sects would die on the way to Songfeng Temple!"

"Rumor has it that it was done by the Demon Cult."

"Huh? All the people sent out by the major sects died?"

"Yes!"

"Although most of them are just ordinary disciples, few of them can leave Qingcheng Mountain alive."

Zhao Rong was a little confused. Did Zuo Lengchan want to start a war between good and evil?
No, this is treating all the major sects as fools.

Given the current situation of the Songshan Sect, it would probably become the target of public criticism. Zuo Lengchan would definitely not be so stupid.

"Did anyone see who did it?"

Quan Ziju was puzzled: "Several Shaolin monks said that the person who attacked was Elder Mo from the Demon Sect's Tianfeng Hall, and Master Xue Xiang who practiced the Iron Shirt."

"Shaolin monks shouldn't lie. Could it really be the work of the Demon Cult?"

After hearing this, Zhao Rong also looked suspicious.

"Let's wait and see. Even if the water is muddy, it will eventually become clear."

"it is good."

After the massacre at Songfeng Temple in western Sichuan, the martial arts world was once again in turmoil. Many sects were affected and were unknowingly drawn into the fighting.

The Demon Cult is taking frequent actions, and Ren Woxing appears in the Central Plains.

On Zhengzhou Avenue, there were constant fights and the chaos lasted until the end of the year.

The day before the New Year. On the Blackwood Cliff.

“Clang clang clang!”

The sound of chains echoed in a long hall.

This long hall is about three hundred feet deep, with a high platform at one end, where an old man with a long beard and blood-stained clothes is vaguely seen sitting. He is none other than the 'Invincible East' in the eyes of the Sun and Moon Sect's followers.

There were only two oil lamps lit in front of Dongfang Bubai, and the flames flickered, making it difficult to see clearly.

There were several purple-robed attendants standing beside him, and the person who was qualified to sit here was naturally Yang Lianting.

Eight warriors with spears were holding down a tall man with most of his hair turned white.

It was Tong Baixiong, the leader of Fenglei Hall.

Outside the long hall, there were a group of elders and hall masters of the Demon Sect, all of whom were watching this scene from afar, and they all felt a chill in their hearts.

"The Eastern Sect Leader, with his literary and martial virtues, will rule the martial arts world for thousands of years!"

The warriors knelt down and shouted.

But Tong Baixiong stared at Dongfang Bubai on the high seat, looking up proudly. His hands and feet were shackled, his hair was loose, and when he saw Yang Lianting, his muscles twitched constantly.

"Brothers from the East!"

Tong Baixiong shouted, "Did you really send someone to arrest me?"

This time he exerted all his strength and his voice was extremely loud, echoing throughout the entire hall.

The masters of the Sun and Moon Sect outside the long hall all looked at Tong Baixiong.

Unexpectedly, Master Tong, who had made great contributions and had superb martial arts skills, was put in shackles and taken into Chengde Hall by armed warriors.

In the main hall, Yang Lianting said coldly: "Tong Baixiong, how dare you shout in this Chengde Hall."

"You sinful man, why didn't you kneel down when you saw the leader? And you dare not praise the leader's virtues!"

Tong Baixiong swung the chain angrily, making a clanging sound.

At this point he had no more scruples:
"I am talking to Brother Dongfang, how can you interrupt me! When Brother Dongfang and I were fighting through life and death in Taihang Mountain, you were nowhere to be found!"

"Be bold!"

Two purple-robed waiters stepped forward and kicked Tong Baixiong's legs. There were two cracking sounds, and it turned out that their own bones were broken.

"Hahaha!"

Tong Baixiong laughed loudly. His skills were extremely terrifying and not something that ordinary people could deal with.

If Dongfang Bubai hadn't ordered him to be captured, it would have been extremely difficult to put handcuffs and shackles on him.

Shangguan Yun and others outside the hall dared not step forward without orders.

Looking quietly at the two forces that have been fighting for years, since the Eastern Sect Leader is indifferent, Tong Baixiong is most likely to lose.

Everyone looked at Yang Lianting with even stronger awe.

At this time, seven or eight sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and the gun-wielding warriors held Tong Baixiong with the tips of their guns, waiting for the leader's order to stab him to death.

"Many people in the sect saw you being captured by Ren Woxing and Xiang Wentian. How could they let you come back alive?"

"It is clear that he is colluding with Ren Woxing and attempting to apostatize. There is no need to quibble."

Yang Lianting looked at Tong Baixiong coldly.

What he didn't expect was that this man was not afraid at all: "I, Tong Baixiong, never betray my brothers. How could I possibly collude with Ren Woxing?"

"You are talking nonsense, you bastard!"

Tong Baixiong's eyes were as big as copper bells. He looked at Yang Lianting fiercely, wishing he could eat him.

He turned to Dongfang Bubai and said:
"Brother Dongfang, if you want to kill me, Tong Baixiong won't even frown. Today, here, as long as you, brother Dongfang, open your mouth, I will die immediately!"

However, Dongfang Bubai on the high seat did not move at all.

"Brother Dongfang, please speak up! Did that villain Yang Lianting poison you and make you mute?"

His words were anxious, irritable, and concerned.

Yang Lianting frowned, and bowed to Dongfang Bubai beside him and said, "Master, do you want to sentence this madman to death?"

The person in the high seat nodded upon hearing this.

“Hey~!!”

Seeing this, the eight gun-wielding warriors stabbed out with their spears.

They didn't expect that Tong Baixiong would dare to resist in Chengde Hall.

He swung the iron chain in the middle of the shackles violently to tie up the two stabbing gun blades. With a bang, the rusty part in the middle of the chain was broken by him.

No one outside the hall dared to move.

The leader is in the temple, so Tong Baixiong has no right to act so presumptuously.

Tong Baixiong grabbed a spear and knocked down all eight men in a moment.

"Brothers from the East!"

He held his silver beard and shouted with all his strength, "I don't want you to nod. Brother, if you say a word, Tong Baixiong will die in front of you!"

But Dongfang Bubai still didn't dare to speak.

Tong Baixiong noticed something was wrong and rushed onto the platform with his feet.

The people outside the hall were almost stunned. They only heard a scream, and Yang Lianting flew backwards, followed by another roar:
"You are not the Dongfang brother, who are you?!"

Tong Baixiong realized when he got closer that this man's facial features were similar to Dongfang Bubai's, but he looked panicked at this moment, completely lacking Dongfang Bubai's usual calm and confident demeanor.

In a rage, he struck out with his palm, killing the fake one directly.

When everyone outside the hall rushed forward, Tong Baixiong had already broken one of Yang Lianting's legs.

Unexpectedly, Yang Lianting was such a tough guy that he didn't say a word.

"Tell me, where did you hide my brother Dongfang?"

Upon seeing this, other believers also rushed into the hall, but after seeing what happened here, they felt cold in their hearts and were completely confused.

Elder Du from Qinglong Hall, who had reported Tong Baixiong, walked forward angrily.

Hall Master Sun, who had descended the cliff with Elder Du before, took a step back and hid in the crowd.

"Where's the leader? Did you kill him?"

Elder Du roared and stood beside Tong Baixiong.

There was blood at the corner of Yang Lianting's mouth. He was breathing heavily. He took the key from his waist and threw it to the purple-clothed waiter who was frightened beside him.

"Go and call the leader over."

Upon hearing this, the purple-robed waiter hurriedly took the key and ran towards the corridor behind Chengde Hall.

The many masters in the hall were at a loss for a moment. They just stood there in a daze and let the purple-robed waiter go.

A moment later
The many masters in Chengde Hall retreated together in a trance!

At some point, a blood-red, eerie figure appeared in the hall.

Fast, too fast!

No one could see how and when this person came.

He was like a ghost, appearing suddenly without any warning.

Yes. It’s the Eastern Patriarch!
Elder Du was so frightened that he retreated backwards, but Tong Baixiong remained standing.

He looked at the blood-stained man stupidly: "Brother Dongfang, what are you doing? How did you end up like this?"

However.
Dongfang Bubai ignored him completely.

"Brother Lian~!"

He saw Yang Lianting on the ground, and in an instant the masters of the Demon Cult seemed to have only seen a bloody shadow. When he turned around, Dongfang Bubai had already come to Yang Lianting's side.

This kind of strange and superb martial arts made the demon cult masters in Chengde Hall feel a chill down their spines and their hair stand on end.

Dongfang Bubai reached out and touched Yang Lianting's chest, and his face twisted instantly.

Almost at that moment, a violent and cold murderous intent smashed into Chengde Hall like a whole glacier!

“Hualala~~!!”

The extremely enchanting red dress fluttered in the wind and danced wildly in the hall.

"Brother Dongfang, Yang Lianting asked a bastard to impersonate you, giving orders arbitrarily and doing whatever he wants!"

"You know, he also wants to kill me!"

Dongfang Bubai didn't say anything, there was sadness in his eyes, while Yang Lianting's gaze was fixed on Tong Baixiong.

How could he not understand what Yang Lianting meant.

"Brother Tong"

When Tong Baixiong heard the voice "Brother Tong", although the strange voice made him feel creepy, he was also very happy.

"Brother Dongfang, you finally spoke. That bastard pretending to be you never dared to speak."

"I haven't heard your voice for many years. I should take good care of it."

Dongfang Bubai pressed two acupuncture points on Yang Lianting's chest and shook his head slightly: "Brother Tong, you..."

"You deserve to die!"

His tone suddenly changed, becoming extremely grim!

Everyone saw a red shadow flash by, and Dongfang Bubai's body seemed to move.

There was a loud "bang" from Tong Baixiong's body.

Then, as if being pulled by a silk thread, Tong Baixiong exploded, and blood and flesh flew all over Chengde Hall!
For a while, Brother Tong was everywhere!

The people in Chengde Hall had no time to react, and Yang Lianting looked at Elder Du who had just offended and shouted at him.

"Boom~!!"

Dongfang Bubai moved again, and another thunderous sound was heard.

The blood rains again!
For a moment, Elder Du was everywhere!
Elder Du is not as arrogant as Tong Baixiong. He stands on the side of a group of masters of the Demon Sect.

but
None of the elders and hall masters saw clearly how the leader made his move.

He was like lightning and thunder, without any warning.

But they were deeply moved by this rain of blood and flesh, and many of them had blood on their faces, bathing in Elder Du's blood.

Everyone couldn't help but tremble.

This. This is the Eastern Patriarch!
The red clothes are as red as blood, the best in the world!

In the Chengde Hall, everyone knelt down and did not dare to look up.

"The Eastern leader, with both literary and martial virtues, will rule the martial arts world for thousands of years~~!!!"

Led by Shangguan Yun, the frightened masters of the Demon Cult shouted together.

The sound continued for a long time and no one knew how long it had been shouting.

After Dongfang Bubai left Chengde Hall, they still knelt there, not daring to make any move.
Red plums, green bamboos, green pines and cypresses, mandarin ducks swimming leisurely in the pond, and four white cranes flying together, making soft crane calls.

The flower gardens are surrounded by rockery, competing with each other for beauty and unparalleled beauty.

"Brother Lian~~!!"

This shrill scream came from the boudoir filled with the fragrance of cosmetics, so eerie and sad.

Dongfang Bubai lay on Yang Lianting and felt his heartbeat getting weaker and weaker.

He didn't know any martial arts, and Tong Baixiong's angry palm had severed his heart meridians.

No matter how powerful Dongfang Bubai's martial arts were, he couldn't save him.

"Brother Lian, I am useless and I can't save you~!"

"Eh~!"

Yang Lianting gasped, his face suddenly flushed, and he spoke with more force: "Don't be so fussy, everyone in this world dies. If you die, you die, there's nothing to be surprised about."

"You have lived in seclusion here for many years and are no longer familiar with the affairs of the underworld."

"I told you in the past to kill this and that, but it will all be over after I die."

"Damn, I didn't expect Tong Baixiong this bastard to be so courageous."

Yang Lianting glanced at him and said unhappily:
"Once I die, others can poison you to death if they want to harm you. You should leave Blackwood Cliff immediately and find a place to live in seclusion."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, lay down on the bed covered with red silk, and never spoke again.

"Brother Lian~~!!!"

Dongfang Bubai lay on him, crying.

His tears flowed like a stream and would never stop.

The rouge on her face and lips became lighter and lighter under the tears.

The sad and mournful sound is intermittent but never stops.

I don’t know when in the night Dongfang Bubai stopped crying.

A lamp in the room swayed left and right in a strange wind, casting eerie and terrifying shadows on the wall.

He was twisting and shaking like a ghost!
Dongfang Bubai had deficiencies in his body. Even though he knew the key to the transformation of heaven and man and the growth of all things, the deficiencies left over from his early years could not be made up.

At this moment, the body is missing a piece, and the heart is also missing a piece.

When imperfections combine with imperfections, the imperfections in heaven and man will be transformed into perfection.

He has experienced ups and downs and has his own way.

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is excess damage."

The hand seal with the orchid finger was flipping in front of his body, bringing with it all kinds of phantoms. Every time he moved his hands, there were phantoms chasing after him.

Dongfang Bubai continued to practice martial arts, and no one knew how much time had passed.

Originally, he put on makeup on his face to give him that androgynous, seductive look.

After a period of time, this face changed dramatically.

He no longer wears rouge, and his rough side seems to have disappeared, becoming more delicate.

It is hard to tell whether he is a boy or a girl. It seems like he is supposed to look like this, and there is no change. If I have to say it, the only word left is "monster".

At this moment, every gesture and movement is close to nature.

The blood-stained clothes on his body became even more brilliant red, and a long sword hung around his waist.

"Brother Lian."

Dongfang Bubai came to the Yuanyang Pond, where he buried Yang Lianting.

"I should have listened to you and left Blackwood Cliff to find a place to live in seclusion. There is really nothing in this world worth worrying about."

He picked a flower, broke off the petals, and gently dropped them on Yang Lianting's grave.

"I don't care about the things that those people in the underworld are chasing after."

"Brother Lian, you will definitely understand my intentions."

"Since you died, I have been all alone and lonely. The only pleasure I have is to do something you would like to see and then come here to tell you about it. This is my pleasure."

"I went down from the Blackwood Cliff a few days ago and killed all the monks, Taoist priests, and guards on Zhengzhou Avenue."

"The Liuhe Sect once made you unhappy, and I didn't let any of them go."

Dongfang Bubai picked another flower and continued to break off the petals, smiling strangely: "Brother Lian, they can't even take a single blow. When I said I was the best in the world, was that just bragging?"

"This world is so lonely. I will still listen to you and find a place to live in seclusion."

"But before that"

He chuckled and raised his hands upwards.

All the petals on the flower bed flew up to the sky. He raised his palm and shook it lightly, and the petals broke into pieces and flew high into the sky.

When they fall again, it's like a beautiful rain of flowers.
"Brother Lian."

"I will make this world a place to be buried with you"

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