Chapter 13 Immortal Sword 47
Chapter 13 Immortal Sword 47
Yun Tianqing looked up at the murderous Xuan Zhen in disbelief, and could hardly hold the sword in his hand.Different from Suyu, he joined the Qionghua Sect when he was young, and from then on, the person who taught him, took care of him, and tolerated him was Xuan Zhen.In his memory, senior brother Xuan Zhen had never had such an expression or said such a thing.
Because they stole the sword and went down the mountain, so the gentle and refined senior brother Xuan Zhen, the person he regards as a relative and elder brother in his heart...doesn't exist anymore?
He lowered his head, unable to hide his bitter expression, "Such a brother... so scary."
With that kind of murderous aura, I am afraid that Xuan Zhen really wanted to kill the two of them.Every time he was in danger, his brother would stand in front of him, but such a brother didn't teach him how to deal with the person who wanted to hurt him when he became himself?
It's just that this strengthened his determination even more.
Protecting Suyu who carried Wangshu behind him, Yun Tianqing stopped trembling, "Brother, please step aside." He paused for a moment, then continued, "If you must get Wangshu, you must step on it first." Just pass over my dead body."
"You think I don't dare?" Wu Chen said coldly, evoking a wicked smile.
Yun Tianqing smiled wryly, put the long sword in front of him, and rolled up his robe with the surging spiritual power, "The current senior... naturally dares. But senior brother knows that no matter whether it is Qionghua or you, they have already entered Evil ways? Even if it costs me my life, I will make you wake up!"
"Evil ways?" Wu Chen laughed loudly, "Yun Tianqing, what do you know?" Even though he was laughing, his breath became colder, "And what do you know!!!"
If this is the evil way, then Wu Chen has committed the deepest crime since he was born, but who gave him the right to choose?
"You, who don't know anything, are so blissful." Wu Chen who said such words violently swung the sword in his hand.A sword light cut off half of Suyu's sleeve.
"Junior Sister Suyu, delaying time is useless to me." With his experience, how could he not know Yun Tianqing's intentions when he said that.
Yun Tianqing and Suyu are outstanding even among the disciples of this generation of grand masters. To deal with the two of them at the same time, the usual Xuan Zhen would definitely not be able to deal with them, but the person standing here is Wu Chen.He raised his hand, and the surrounding area was covered by an invisible barrier, "If you want to leave here, just come and kill me...Yun Tianqing, Suyu."
"What kind of spell is this?" Yun Tianqing was stunned, and found that he couldn't break through that thin boundary, "Is this really Qiong Hua's spell?"
Suyu was silent and did not speak, but her delicate eyebrows were frowned.
"Next time, it's not just the sleeves." Holding the long sword upside down, Wu Chen approached step by step. He didn't walk fast, and even had some difficulty and instability because of his legs, but this couldn't be helped. Don't let people feel a kind of heartfelt fear. "Tianqing, brother, I'm so disappointed. At this moment, have you forgotten everything I gave you?"
"What, what..."
"When facing an insurmountable enemy, the first thing to do is not to resist beyond one's own strength, but to compromise..." Wu Chen said in a gentle tone, and suddenly disappeared in place.
When he appeared again, Yun Tianqing didn't even react.Because he only felt that something was constantly gushing out from his back, and it seemed that something broke through the restraint, making a strange sound that he had never heard before.His shoulder blades were hot and numb, so he couldn't help stretching out his hands...
"Tianqing!!!" Suyu's anxious voice was next to his ears, and the next second, he saw that the person he cared about was hit by a force, as if his wings had been broken. Like a butterfly, it fell down abruptly and desperately.
And at this moment, a dull pain came from his back, which became more and more intense little by little.He lowered his head, and there was a piece of warm blood on his hand.
And that person who seemed to be a senior, but was not a senior for a long time, was slowly walking towards Suyu who was lying on the ground.In his field of vision that started to darken, there was only one figure from his back.What a familiar back, even with his eyes closed, he can still draw it.
Yun Tianqing fell to the ground, but he could only make a "cluck" sound in his throat. He coughed desperately, panted, opened his mouth and shouted silently...
Great despair emerged from within.It shouldn't be like this... From the moment he and Suyu decided to steal the sword and go down the mountain, they were ready to die. What he was afraid of was never death.
something he's afraid of...
The nails had already been turned over with force, but Yun Tianqing had long since ceased to feel the pain.He just struggled, moving in that direction with all his life and soul.
"Brother... Suyu..."
The man in front raised the sword in his hand, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Brother Xuan Zhen——!!!"
Wu Chen's movements stopped.But then, he raised the sword in his hand——
"Boom!!!" Suyu, who was waiting to die with her eyes closed, found that there was a bottomless and terrifying sword mark beside her.She raised her head in surprise, only to see that Xuan Zhen just picked up Wang Shu, and then walked to the unconscious Yun Tianqing.
Wu Chen didn't say a word, his face was still alternately violent and oppressive, his left hand trembled as if dissatisfied, and finally returned to calm.
Taking a deep breath, Wu Chen finally showed a wry smile on his face.He half-kneeled down, looked at the man lying on the ground in embarrassment, "It's this time, don't you forget to act like a baby to senior brother..." After a pause, he stretched his hand forward and wiped Yun Tianqing's face away. On the face, tears overflowed at unknown times.
When he was forced to give up Xihe, all Qionghua, the same person, shed the same tears for himself.Wu Chen thought that he would not remember such trivial things, but these tears were firmly engraved on his heart.Even he himself didn't expect that the moment he saw the tears, he would calm down from that state.
Z is right, since the seal was lifted, his self-control has indeed become better and better.
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Xuan Xiao only felt that he was in a flame.The meridians twisted and mutated bit by bit, but he was helpless, he could only watch Yang Yan enter his body.
"The reversal of the meridians is like adding thousands of needles to the body."
"When Yang Yan enters the body, the pain is a hundred times worse."
"I am not a pure yang body, but I want to become the master of Xihe, and I deserve this reward."
Who... who is speaking?
"You haven't practiced for long, so it's not too late to give up now."
"Others only see the scenery of the Lord of Two Swords, so they don't know the dangers behind... I just hope that you will be careful in everything and everything will go well." This voice is so familiar, a vague figure slowly appeared, but it is not clear what it looks like .
"In the future, if you have free time, come and watch the stars with me." Xuan...
"Junior Brother Xuan Xiao looks cold and cold on the outside, but his heart is like this Xi He..."
"Qinghua's success or failure depends on one move. Junior brother knows that you are already the pillar of my sect, and you can't tolerate any mistakes?" Xuan...Senior Brother Zhen?
Xuan Xiao's inner breath was extremely chaotic, and every second was like enduring heart-biting pain.But he was struggling, just wanting to see clearly the person who appeared in his dream.
Xi He, who lost Wang Shu, truly became an explosive sword.It frantically absorbed the spiritual power of this young man, Rao Xuan Xiao couldn't help showing a painful expression.
In a trance, Xuan Xiao felt that a hand was placed on his forehead.That person's breath was so familiar that he subconsciously didn't resist.Then, there is the long-lost coolness.As usual, the owner of this hand helped him sort out his spiritual power, calm his meridians, and even guide out Yang Yan.
Feeling wrong subconsciously, Xuan Xiao struggled to open his eyes, but he couldn't move an inch no matter what.Yang Yan entered the body, no one knew better than him what kind of feeling it was, how could... how could others bear it? !
But a force stopped him gently but firmly.
"It's good for junior brother to sleep peacefully, I will come as soon as I go."
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Xuan Xiao opened his eyes.
At this time, a ray of morning light had just emerged from the sky, and the wound on his body was still aching, but the chaotic inner breath in his body was unprecedentedly docile, and his body was extremely relaxed.
He slowly raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and placed it on his forehead.
Those... were not dreams.
The door was pushed open, Chong Guang saw the sober Xuan Xiao startled for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "Xuan Xiao, you finally woke up."
"Elder Chongguang..." Xuan Xiao sat up and was about to get out of bed.
Zhong Guang jumped, "You are still injured, what are you doing running around!"
"Xuan Xiao is fine."
"Oh, so does Xuan Zhen, and so do you, both of you are so disregarding your body..."
Xuan Xiao was startled, and couldn't help asking, "How is Senior Brother Xuan Zhen?"
"Not long after he was injured, he insisted on chasing Suyu Yuantianqing again." Chongguang sighed, full of worry, "I don't know what happened, and he hasn't returned yet."
Xuan Xiao pursed her lips, "Suyu...Yun Tianqing..."
Chong Guang frowned and looked at his pale face, "Xuan Xiao, where are you going?"
"Sword Wuping, Juan Yuntai."
"That's...it's too reluctant to maintain the sword pillar with your current body, nephew Xuan Xiao, do you want to go crazy!"
"Xuan Xiao...how can you let senior brother down?" The face of the person who said these words was still so pale that there was no trace of blood, but Zhong Guang didn't make a sound to stop him.
Because the pair of eyes that looked over were full of sharpness, a kind of firmness that nothing could shake.
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