Jiang Ziyu closed his eyes and did not resist.
I have no regrets in this life as I can walk hand in hand with my master on the road to the underworld.
The sword was about to fall, but was blocked by a flying vine branch. Then, in despair, Jiang Ziyou heard Jiang Niannian's urgent and disappointed voice: "Before your master died, he gave you his blood, flesh and essence. Wasn't it because he hoped that you would not have to rely on forbidden techniques to live well?!"
"Don't you want to become a great swordsman like your master?"
"It's nothing to just give up your life like that before the last moment!"
Jiang Ziyu suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.
Her eyes flashed with the ripples of the breeze on the water, bringing Jiang Ziyu back to his senses from his great grief.
He quickly picked up the sword on the ground and blocked Liu Xichuan's sword attack.
The two swords collided with a loud bang, and the friction between the sharp blades produced sparks that were fleeting.
The battle with Wen Shili just now had already seriously injured Liu Xichuan's vitality. His sword-drawing speed was obviously much slower. In addition, one of his eyes was blinded by Yin Ci. Jiang Ziyu stabbed him in the thigh with a backhanded sword, then held Wen Shili's waist and quickly retreated.
"As expected, like master, like disciple! Don't be afraid, everyone. Wen Shili is already dead. They won't be able to hold on for much longer!" Liu Xichuan was furious and ordered the monks to kill him.
There are too many cultivators from the four major sects this time.
After Wen Shili's death, more cultivators turned their attention to Yin Buqi, who was a resentful species of the underworld.
His body was already covered with wounds, but his red eyes were like those of a demon, flashing with bloodthirsty cruelty.
The wind suddenly rose from the ground, shattering the thousands of sharp swords that were stabbing at it and sending countless fragments in all directions.
However, as humans, they will get tired and their spiritual power will be exhausted. After fighting for a long time, several people finally couldn't continue. They could no longer keep up with their physical strength. They all suffered varying degrees of injuries, and their dense sword skills also showed flaws.
He could only rely on his keen sense of danger accumulated over the years to dodge the thunderous attack.
Everybody is busy with their own business.
As the day went by, the cold became even worse.
Jiang Niannian raised her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with red eyes.
Am I really going to die here today
But.
Even if there is no other way, she will stay with Yin Buqi. She will never accept her fate until the last moment!
Yin Buqi turned his head and saw Jiang Niannian covered in blood, and was slightly stunned.
The words Hua Shuhe heard and Tang Murou's words kept coming to mind...
"Those who are chosen by the evil spirits will have their relatives killed. The fate of a mortal cannot bear the disaster of you!"
Could it be that he really is... a resentful species of the underworld
Will he kill Nian Nian
Yin Buqi inexplicably developed a sense of urgency. He was afraid that before he had time to do anything, the thing he wanted most in his life, the person he loved most, would be gone in the blink of an eye.
While he was in a trance, Yin Buqi's right arm was stabbed by a sword. He suddenly woke up, but his pupils suddenly contracted.
He saw a woman approaching cautiously from behind Jiang Niannian, holding the dagger tightly in both hands, with hatred in her eyes, "It's all your fault!"
"Nian Nian!"
In a flash of less than a second, the extremely sharp dagger tempered with poison pierced through the young and strong body without any deviation.