All the disciples of the Great Light Palace will never forget the scene of that day.
A sudden earthquake occurred on the highest peak. The ice that had not melted for thousands of years suddenly cracked, and the entire mountain was torn into pieces. The snowstorm covered half of Kunlun Mountain, and the secret luxurious paradise on the top of the mountain was destroyed in an instant.
When the long white jade bridge connecting Paradise and the Great Light Palace began to break, a blue shadow flashed down from the top of the mountain like lightning. She was holding two people on her left and right, and her body seemed a little heavy, so she couldn't cross the bridge in time.
The long bridge broke into several pieces in the violent vibration and fell into the glacier thousands of feet deep. The woman in blue was blocked at the other end of the bridge, separated by a deep ditch ten feet away. She stopped to catch her breath and stared at the abyss.
With her cultivation level, she could still fly across the distance of ten feet alone, but if she brought the two people with her...
"Don't worry about me." Xue Ziye felt the glacier under his feet shaking violently and said anxiously again, "You can't take two people with you."
Miaoshui pondered for a moment, and really stopped caring about her. She turned around and helped her unconscious brother up. She took a deep breath, stepped harder, and sped towards the other side of the broken bridge. When she was almost at the end, she tiptoed and jumped up—then she rushed out like a rainbow, and finally landed steadily on the other side of the bridge.
However, the broken bridge could no longer withstand the force, and after her final step to gain leverage, the bridge deck collapsed another ten feet!
Xue Ziye leaned on the white jade railing and watched her land safely with Miao Feng. Her heart finally settled down. Her body softened and she fell down without being able to support herself. She raised her head and looked at the countless snowflakes dancing in the air. A smile of relief appeared at the corner of her lips.
Well... well... it's all finally over.
Whether it was Huo Zhanbai, Mingjie, or Yami, she had done her best.
Now that her revenge has been achieved and all the people she cares about have escaped danger safely, what else does she have to worry about
The ground beneath my feet was shaking again and there was a loud noise behind me. It was the jade towers, golden palaces, jade trees and white flowers in the paradise collapsing one after another - this secret den of brothels, which had been the secret paradise of the kings of all generations, was now to be destroyed.
So much splendor and glory will eventually return to dust.
She closed her eyes quietly in the snow, waiting for the wind and snow to bury her.
"Get up!" I heard a low shout again in my ear. Before I could open my eyes, I was pulled up!
"Miao Shui!" she cried out in surprise—the woman in blue actually came back!
"Leave me alone!" She tried desperately to break free from the other's hand.
"Follow me!" Miao Shui's face was a little pale. It was obvious that taking Miao Feng away had greatly consumed her physical strength, but she pulled Xue Ziye up and ran forward. The bridge under her feet suddenly broke, and large pieces of stone fell under the glacier.
Miaoshui stopped in time, her breath calmed, and she stared at the farther end of the broken bridge - the distance of the last leap had already reached the limit of her ability, but now the gap in the broken bridge has widened again. Now with Xue Ziye, she may never be able to jump over this door of life and death.
"Hold on to me," she tightly grasped Xue Ziye's shoulders to stop him from resisting, her voice cold, "Listen to me: I must take you there!"
—Other than this, as a sister, she didn’t know what else she could do for Yami.
She gritted her teeth, and suddenly increased her strength on her toes, carrying Xue Ziye from the collapsed broken bridge, and rushed to the other side with all her strength, like a rainbow that suddenly appeared. However, the rainbow that passed over the snow-capped peaks gradually faded, and ultimately failed to fall to the other side of the bridge.
"Ah--" Xue Ziye exclaimed in surprise at the moment of falling rapidly, and suddenly his body felt lighter!
A hand reached out and lifted her waist, and her body rose up again, but she screamed and reached out to try to catch the person falling in the opposite direction. In her last sight, she only saw the person in blue clothes like a butterfly with broken wings, accelerating towards the glacier. At that moment, the scene of that night when she was thirteen years old flashed back to her like lightning, and someone fell into the other side of time and space forever in front of her.
“Miao Shui!” She stretched out her hand to the woman who had fallen into the abyss and cried out heartbreakingly, “Miao Shui!”
The whistling wind passed through her fingers, but she could not catch anything.
She fell heavily to the jade floor across the bridge, the pain made her eyes go blank. The effect of the Biling Pill had finally worn off, the Seven Star Begonia poison could no longer be suppressed, and it violently broke out in her body, causing Xue Ziye to spit out a mouthful of blood.
When the blood met the snow, it turned into green.
There was another deafening sound from the top of the mountain, and the snow and fog rose up for a long time - the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and everyone fled. At this moment, the top of Kunlun Mountain looked like a cemetery.
Could this be the legendary “end of the world”
After an unknown amount of time, she woke up from the snow and felt pain in every part of her body. The pain was almost indescribable, drilling into her bones inch by inch, making her almost unable to hold back and cry out.
—She knew that it was the poison of the Seven-Star Begonia, which had begun to corrode her entire body.
However, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Miao Feng.
He stood beside the broken Baiyu River, staring down at the bottomless glacier, his long blue hair fluttering in the cold wind.
"Sister Wang." Suddenly, he murmured something, took a step towards the glacier, and the snow fell into the abyss.
"Yami!" She was shocked. "Stop!"
In a state of anxiety and anger, she didn't know where she got the strength from, but she stood up from the snow, staggered over, and hugged him from behind. However, her muscles were no longer able to exert any force, and she collapsed to the ground.
Miao Feng was slightly startled and stopped, then he turned around and picked her up from the snow.
"Don't do anything stupid..." She still grabbed his arm in fear, "Miao Shui Envoy is dead... but you can't do anything stupid."
Miao Feng lowered his eyes: "I just want to go down and collect the remains for Sister Wang."
“Ah…?” Xue Ziye let out a long sigh of relief and finally let go of the hand that was holding his arm, as if he wanted to say something. However, just as he opened his mouth, everything went dark in front of his eyes and he collapsed heavily into his arms.
Miao Feng was shocked: the Pope’s final blow before his death must have seriously injured her, right
"Don't worry. I will ensure the safety of the Adept, but I will also ensure your safety."
He had promised that when he sent her to the climax - but in the end, he was unable to protect anyone!
The intense pain was tearing at him, almost crushing his heart into dust. He stretched out his hand, but found that his Qi and meridians could no longer function. Seeing Xue Ziye's face getting paler and paler, he stood by helplessly, feeling that he could no longer bear it. He punched the snow, called out in a low voice, and buried his head in the snow - if everyone left him one by one, then what was the point of him living alone in this world!
A pain that had not been felt in years spread deep in my heart, tearing apart my long-dead heart.
However, in such pain, a long-lost warm energy suddenly surged out and filled all his bones!
The snow on the edge of his palm was melting rapidly, and Miao Feng was shocked when his hand was immersed in a pool of warm water. He raised his hand in surprise, and felt the power gathering again at his fingertips. He tried to wave his hand, and the edge of his palm brought up a hot gust of wind, which actually cut off a section of the cold white jade bridge!
Mu Chunfeng? He can already use Mu Chunfeng's technique again!
More than a month ago, he met Xue Ziye. He was moved by her after years of silence. His mind was in a mess and he could no longer use the spring breeze technique. However, at this moment, when countless despair and pain were overwhelming him, it was as if something in his body was suddenly released. His mind suddenly became quiet again, no longer hesitant or hesitant, and he returned to the calmness when he was the "amulet" of the king of the church.
It turns out that after the extreme pain, there is also extreme silence.
The two are just different paths leading to the same destination.
Mu Chunfeng's inner strength gathered again in his body. He didn't have time to think too much, but anxiously picked up the unconscious woman and rushed down the mountain. At the same time, he put his hand on Xue Ziye's sorrow, continuously sending his inner breath to dispel the coldness in her body - he had to find a way quickly! If he didn't find the best doctor for her as soon as possible, I'm afraid she would...
He couldn't let her die like this... Absolutely not!
When he rushed down the Xitian Gate, he saw a familiar figure standing quietly at the door.
He was slightly surprised: Is it Miaokong
The palace was in turmoil, but Wu Mingzi, who was usually elusive, was staying out of it at the moment.
"Miaokong!" He stopped and gave a brief explanation, "There is chaos in the sect, you must go back and take charge of the situation!"
Now that the Five Mingzi are almost completely wiped out, Miaokong can only be entrusted to clean up the situation. However, upon hearing this shocking news, Miaokong just folded his hands, with no expression on his face under the mask: "Really? Then, Envoy Miaofeng, where are you going?"
"I have to leave. Please bear with me here." Miao Feng felt something was wrong, but he was too anxious to say anything. He just explained to Miao Kong and quickly flew down from the glacier. He had to race against time to get back to the Pharmacist Valley! If she didn't get good treatment as soon as possible, she would be dead.
"It's better for him to leave." Looking at his disappearing back, Miaokong smiled slightly and said in a low and strange voice, "Save us from getting into trouble."
Blood crawled across the ice, but froze halfway through its flow.
Miaokong turned his head and walked in the direction of the blood flow, kicking away the bodies lying in the shadows - they were all disciples of the Great Guangming Palace who were guarding the West Heaven Gate. They were lying in piles behind the gate tower, with a horrified expression on their faces, as if they couldn't believe that Miaokong, their boss for many years and one of the Five Mingzi, would suddenly kill his subordinates.
How stupid... These guys, how can they trust a person wearing a mask
"It's all done..." Miaokong looked towards the southeast and murmured, "Why haven't you come yet?"
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When Xue Ziye woke up, he found himself on the back of a galloping horse.
Are you still alive
The wind and snow were whistling in her ears, but her body did not feel cold - she curled up in someone's arms, surrounded by warm fox fur, a pair of hands tightly supporting her back, continuously sending warm inner breath into her.
There was long blue hair falling around her face.
—Is it Miaofeng
She woke up, smiled bleakly, and opened her mouth, trying to persuade the man not to waste his energy, but the poison had eroded her so much that she didn't even have the strength to speak. As if he had sensed that the person in his arms had woken up, the man on horseback suddenly lowered his head and looked at her, anxiously: "Master Xue? Are you feeling better?"
She moved the corners of her lips slightly and forced a smile, but at the same time, blue blood oozed out from her lips.
"Don't worry, I'll take you back to Pharmacist Valley right away." Miao Feng saw that strange color and felt ominous in his heart, "We're almost at Uliastai - just hold on, we'll be back to Pharmacist Valley soon!"
What's the point of going back to Pharmacist Valley? Even she can't cure this poison...
But she didn't have the strength to speak.
Miao Feng rode his horse in the snow, and the sharp wind made their long hair flutter. She lay quietly on his chest, listening to the fierce and powerful heartbeat in his chest. She was no longer conscious, but a reassuring smile gradually appeared on her face.
Ah... Finally, nothing to do with her anymore.
They are all safe.
She gradually felt that she couldn't breathe, and the poison of the Seven-Star Begonia violently eroded her mind, and gradually, her mind became blank. She showed a look of fear in her eyes - she knew that this kind of poison would make a person gradually lose consciousness within seven days and eventually become an idiot.
Countless past events emerged one by one like the snow fluttering before my eyes.
Xue Huai, Ming Jie, the Ya Mi siblings, Master Qing Ran, Nanny Yu and the Gu Li sisters… those who loved her and were loved by her.
How could I forget
She struggled with all her might to touch the golden needle in her arms - those thin and sharp medical instruments were originally used to save lives. When she inherited the Pharmacist Valley, she knew her vocation. However, she used it to take the life of a patient.
She committed the worst crime a doctor could commit.
However, despite trying her best, her fingers only moved slightly - she no longer had the strength to control her own body.
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The Seven Swordsmen of Dingjiange who were heading west met someone running rapidly towards the northeast at Uliyasutai.
Envoy Miao Feng! In the heavy snow, they saw the strange blue hair from afar. Everyone looked at each other and immediately jumped out in seven directions, setting up a sword formation and waiting for the enemy. Miao Feng was a master in the Great Light Palace who was as famous as Tong. Although he never traveled around the world, from the corpses of the Eight Horses on the snowy field just now, they already knew how terrifying this opponent was!
Huo Zhanbai occupied the Xuan Ji position, with the Mo Hun Sword hanging down and pointing to the ground, quietly watching the galloping horse that was getting closer and closer.
"Xi Lu Lu—" As if he was also alerted to the murderous aura here, Miao Feng suddenly reined in his horse three feet away.
"Get out of the way." The man on the horse looked coldly at the seven swordsmen of Dingjian Pavilion, "I don't want to kill anyone today."
He was wearing an extremely large and warm cloak with a thick fox fur lining, and his hands were clasped in his arms - Huo Zhanbai silently made a gesture, signaling his companions to be alert: Miao Feng's hands were hidden in the cloak, and no one could predict when he would suddenly attack.
"Heh, Miaofeng is so arrogant." Xia Qianyu was indignant and sneered, "We are not as good-for-nothings as Bajun!"
"Will you let me go?" Miao Feng lost his temper and said angrily, "Don't force me!"
"If you have the guts, fight your way through!" Xia Qianyu laughed loudly, pointing the tip of the sword at Huo Zhanbai who was in Xuanji's position. He paused, and the other six swords were unsheathed at the same time. Their figures staggered and rushed to their positions. The sword lights intertwined into a net, and the sword formation was immediately activated!
Miao Feng moved his arm in his cloak, and he jumped off the horse, and the sword in his right hand suddenly stabbed out.
A bolt of lightning fell into the sword net, and in an instant, they exchanged more than a dozen moves, and the long swords hit each other, making a continuous "ding ding" sound. Miao Feng turned in the sword light, fighting against the seven sword elites of the Central Plains alone, but he was not afraid at all. His sword was just an ordinary blue steel sword, but it was filled with pure and warm internal force, and it was sharp enough to fight against any famous sword.
"Ah!" Someone among the seven swords cried out in surprise, because when the two swords collided, the swords in their hands instantly became as hot as if they were immersed in boiling water. The heat penetrated along the hilt, making it almost impossible to hold it.
"Be careful, Mu Chunfeng's Heart Technique!" Huo Zhanbai saw the faint red light on the Miaofeng Sword and warned in a lost voice.
As if he was going all out to win a quick victory, this mysterious master from the Great Light Palace used extremely fierce sword skills from the very beginning. Every move was almost fatal. He was desperate and just wanted to break through the sword formation.
After a round of fighting, forced by the surging and fierce internal energy, the swordsmen of Dingjian Pavilion all took a step back.
Only Huo Zhanbai in white stood at the Xuanji position, with the Mohun Sword in his hand pointing to the ground, but he did not move at all. He just stayed at the Xuanji position, with all his senses open, capturing every move of his opponent.
Obviously eager to escape, Miao Feng attacked too quickly, leaving a slight flaw between the two moves. It was just a tiny moment of opportunity, but it was immediately seized - the Mohun Sword was like a wisp of black wind, rapidly penetrating through Miao Feng's sword light!
Got it!
Huo Zhanbai succeeded in striking with his sword, but before he knew it, he saw that the other party had actually abandoned his sword in an instant! In that split second, he actually completely abandoned his weapon and used his arm to block the sword.
"Crack", with a slight sound, the pure black sword flew into Miaofeng's palm, pierced through the entire palm and nailed his hand!
Success! The other six swords let out a low cry and rushed over immediately. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was pinned, they all struck out with their swords. The six swords intertwined into a light net, which could tear a person into pieces in just a blink of an eye!
At that moment, Miao Feng suddenly drew his sword and turned around!
"Swish", he didn't care about the swords stabbing at him, and just attacked desperately. The long sword in his hand instantly hit the throat of Zhou Xingzhi, the youngest and the weakest among the Seven Swordsmen.
All the swords stopped when they were about to pierce his clothes.
“Eighth brother, you—” Wei Fengxing was shocked and took three steps back along with everyone else.
No one expected that this person would take such a risk and resort to the tactic of burning himself and himself to death.
"Don't bother me!" Zhou Xingzhi's face turned pale and he screamed hoarsely.
Miao Feng stood on the snow holding a sword in one hand. It was obvious that the fierce battle just now had exhausted his physical strength. His breath was even, but his eyes were cold: "I take back what I said just now: the seven of you can indeed stop me together - but, at least more than half of you must be left alive."
His voice was tired and hoarse: "The road is wide and we can each walk on our own side."
The seven swords fell silent and all looked at Huo Zhanbai who was standing at the Xuanji seat.
Huo Zhanbai also looked at Miao Feng, hesitating.
Their mission this time was only to destroy the Demon Palace. If they had a head-on fight with Miao Feng halfway, they would probably suffer heavy losses before reaching Kunlun. It would be better to just let him leave to avoid an extra obstacle.
After a moment of silence, Wei Fengxing suddenly exclaimed: "Everyone be careful!"
The seven swordsmen of Dingjian Pavilion were all shocked and thought for a moment that they were seeing things - a third hand suddenly stretched out from the cloak, pale and thin.
They suddenly understood, showing incredible expressions: Envoy Miao Feng actually brought someone with him?! He actually brought someone to fight with them! That person was so important that he was willing to sacrifice one of his hands to block it
The hand stretched out hastily, fingers spread out in the air, and there was a person in the cloak gasping for breath but seemed unable to make any sound.
Miao Feng's face changed, and he thrust the sword forward, slashing Zhou Xingzhi's throat. "Will you give way?"
Zhou Xingzhi was also tough and showed no fear at all: "Don't give in! Leave me alone!"
"Let go of my eighth brother," Huo Zhanbai finally spoke, "and leave."
He took a step back slightly and left Xuanji's position - the tightly arranged sword formation suddenly opened up.
Miao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, immediately sheathed his sword, and turned around to jump back on his horse.
Huo Zhanbai stood in the heavy snow, looking at a horse galloping away in the northeast, and suddenly he had a vague foreboding premonition.
He didn't know why, he just felt that he might have missed something forever.
He just stood in the snow, holding the Mohun Sword tightly, letting the snow fall all over him. It was not until Wei Fengxing beside him patted his shoulder that he woke up. When he got on the horse, he couldn't help but look back in the direction where Miao Feng disappeared.
However, that rider had already disappeared in the heavy snow, like a whistling icy wind, never to return.
—Is there something... something that has passed by silently
It was not until much later that he realized that this journey of thousands of miles was just a final farewell without them even being able to meet again.
Miao Feng hugged Xue Ziye and galloped on horseback in the heavy snow.
All over the sky and the earth, there was only the howling of wind and snow.
Cold snow, cold wind, cold breath—he felt as if the blood in his body was about to freeze.
"Puff", the exhausted horse tripped over a snow ridge, its front knee buckled, and threw the two people off its back. Miao Feng anxiously reached out and pressed on the saddle, trying to jump up, but his body was as heavy as iron, and he was not as flexible as usual.
He only had time to turn sideways in mid-air, letting his back bear the weight of two people, and fell to the snow.
A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing red dots on the snow.
His body had not recovered after the battle with the King of Religion, and the battle with the Seven Swordsmen of Dingjian Pavilion had only exacerbated his injuries. At this moment, his body was almost at its limit.
Although both of them possessed powers superior to those of ordinary people, at this moment, on this endless snowfield, this trek was so helpless and hopeless. In the eyes of God, these two people staggering together were as small as ants.
"..." He suddenly felt his arm being tightly grasped, but there was only the sound of rapid breathing in the wind and snow, as if someone wanted to say something but was unable to say it.
"Valley Master Xue!" Miao Feng quickly untied his cloak, took the woman from the fox fur coat out, and placed his hands on her back.
The pale face appeared in the fox fur, which had turned into a terrifying blue color. One hand grasped his shoulder tightly, and the other hand stretched out, always keeping an open posture, slightly waving in the air, as if trying to grab something with all his strength. The lips moved slightly.
Just now... Was it an illusion? She actually heard Huo Zhanbai's voice!
At that moment, she felt inexplicable joy even though she was on the verge of death. She raised her hand with amazing strength, trying to touch the source of the sound. However, due to the erosion of the poison, she was so weak that she couldn't even utter a word.
"..." She breathed silently and rapidly, her eyes gradually went blank, and suddenly a warm smile slowly emerged -
"I'll compete with you in drinking when I get back!"
The plum blossoms fell like snow. Under the plum tree, the man smiled at her, raised his hand and made a rock-paper-scissors gesture.
"Huo, Huo..." Her lips moved slightly and she finally uttered a word.
"Valley Master Xue!" The gentle voice made the people around her cry out in ecstasy, and they stopped to look at her, "You are finally awake?"
Yes, whose voice is that
She opened her eyes, and what she saw was blue hair and white snow.
"Yami..." She regained consciousness and sighed slightly - was it this person who had been trying to save her life without giving up? Was it this person who had been with her until the last moment of her life
That, too, is a kind of deep predestined relationship.
He wanted to say something, but she suddenly raised her finger: "Shh... Look."
The slender pale fingers stretched out tremblingly, pointing to the sky filled with snow. The bloodless lips slightly opened and closed, letting out a sigh of joy, and uttered a word: "Light."
Miao Feng subconsciously raised his head, but the gray sky was as cold as iron, with only countless snowflakes falling headlong, desolate as death.
He suddenly felt a deep fear and lowered his head: "Valley Master Xue!"
Just as she diverted his attention, her hand finally successfully grasped the longest golden needle and held it tightly in her palm.
"Light." She lay in the soft fox fur, looking up at the sky with an elusive smile on her lips.
In her gradually blurry vision, countless tiny dots of light gradually floated around, with all kinds of beautiful colors, dancing in groups like elves, laughing and chasing each other. Finally, they condensed into seven-colored light bands, which kept turning and changing in the air, enveloping her.
She stretched out her hands towards the sky, trying hard to touch the beautiful and illusory light.
Going to the far north with the one she loved, and watching the ever-changing seven-color lights in the sky on the huge floating glacier... That was her dream when she was a girl.
However, her dream was forever frozen in the dark glacier when she was thirteen years old.
After surviving the disaster, she lived alone in a secluded valley, leading a peaceful life with a calm heart, burying her life silently like falling snow.
However, at one point, she also hoped to have a new life.
She hopes that someone can enter her life, let her laugh and cry without restraint, and reach each other's hearts through all the barriers built by the past. She hopes that she can get married with a wedding veil like an ordinary woman, and smile quietly and happily under the red candle; she hopes that she can sit on the embroidered building when the willow branches begin to grow, waiting for her lover to return; she hopes that she can warm the newly brewed wine with a red clay stove on every night when it is about to snow, and dispel all the cold nightmares of the past with serious or indecent conversations.
At one time, she was not without a small desire for happiness.
However, everything still passed by like this in the end.
The snow kept falling. She opened her eyes and stared at the gray sky. The snow flakes were dancing like elves, slowly getting bigger and bigger... and fell on her eyelashes, cold and playful.
What day is it already
The poison of the Seven-Star Begonia is slowly corroding her brain. Soon, she will forget everything, right
She opened her eyes blankly, trying desperately to grasp the phantom that was fading like the tide in her mind, while her other hand, hidden in the fox fur, tightly grasped the long golden needle.
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When the seven swordsmen of Dingjiange arrived at Nantianmen, as expected, they encountered basically no visible resistance along the way.
The Demon Palace had obviously just experienced a large-scale internal struggle. At this moment, the area from the foothills of Kunlun Mountain to Tianmen was in chaos. The original post stations and lookout towers were only guarded by a few low-level disciples, and the responsible leaders had long disappeared.
Huo Zhanbai stepped on the glacier and landed on the jade steps in the middle of the Tianmen.
On the high Nantianmen, there was a man wearing a bronze mask waiting quietly.
Wonderful emptiness
"You're finally here." Seeing the seven swords jumping off the glacier, the man sighed from behind his mask. Although he was wearing a mask, one could still hear the relief in his voice: "I've been waiting for you for eight years."
He stretched out his hand towards Huo Zhanbai.
Woven on the sleeve was a flame emblem that symbolized Wu Mingzi's identity, but there was an obvious horrible scar on the pale hand, extending from the base of the thumb to the sleeve - it was a sword wound that severed the meridians in the base of the thumb. From then on, the right hand was considered disabled and could no longer hold a sword.
Huo Zhanbai and the other six swordsmen were shocked when they saw the scar and bowed. The eight of them did the same thing in front of the Nantian Gate of the Great Guangming Palace: turning the hilt upside down and resting it against their brows. Then, they smiled at each other.
"Sixth Brother." He walked forward and shook the hand that was extended to him, with an indescribable expression in his eyes, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Huo Qi," Miao Kong smiled, "You have worked hard over the past eight years."
He raised his hand and took off the bronze mask he had been wearing, revealing a frosty and elegant face. He smiled at the group of people - that face was a face that had long been declared dead in the Central Plains martial arts world, and it was also a face that the Seven Swordsmen of Dingjiange could never forget, whether life or death.
The sixth among the Eight Swords is the eldest son of the Xu family in Runan: Xu Chonghua!
Eight years ago, in order to infiltrate Kunlun undercover and stop the ambitious Demon Palace trying to take over the Central Plains martial arts world, this young talent who used to be a rival of Huo Zhanbai had endured so much pressure and misunderstanding -
In order to escape from the Central Plains martial arts world, he pretended to compete with Huo Zhanbai for the position of the new Pavilion Master. After his failure, he killed and injured many elders in anger and fled to the Western Regions. In order to gain the trust of the King of Religion, he fought a life-and-death battle with Huo Zhanbai who was chasing him beside the Xingxiu Sea. In the end, Huo Zhanbai's sword crippled his right hand and pierced his chest.
Seriously wounded and dying, he struggled to run to the Nantianmen, and was finally accepted by the King of Religion.
From then on, the Kunlun Great Light Palace had a mysterious master ranked among the Five Mingzi, and in the Central Plains martial arts world, he was a "dead" traitor. Even his newlywed wife didn't know that her husband, who bore a bad reputation, was still alive somewhere in the world.
Eight years later, Xu Chonghua, who took off the mask of "Miaokong" and saw the light of day again, smiled at his companions, but there were deep scars at the corners of his eyes and his temples were gray - so many years of enduring humiliation had made this man who had just turned thirty age prematurely.
Huo Zhanbai held his hand, thinking of the entanglement between the two of them over the years, and felt mixed feelings of sadness and joy for a moment.
He was his colleague for many years, his rival, and a brother with whom he could trust his life and death. However, he was also the rival who took away Qiu Shui's love. When the two of them accepted the old Pavilion Master's top-secret order together, he admired the other's courage and endurance, but was also angry at his determination to abandon his wife and children.
In the fight at Xingxiu Sea, he turned the fake play into reality and almost killed this personality with his sword.
He could not forget the look in Xu Chonghua's eyes when he destroyed the other's right hand with one sword.
At that moment, the two people who risked their lives to work together for an extremely confidential mission really wanted to kill each other, right
Eight years have passed, and so many joys and sorrows have passed in the blink of an eye. At this moment, the two people holding hands again on Kunlun Mountain have countless complex emotions in their eyes. They hold hands and look at each other, but are ultimately speechless.
"Hurry, hurry up," Xu Chonghua, who was always calm and reserved, pulled out his hand first and urged his companions who came with swords, "Follow me! The palace is in chaos and emptiness at the moment. It's a good time to take action in one fell swoop!"
"Okay!" the companions responded in unison.
The eight swordsmen of Dingjiange finally reunited after eight years and attacked the deepest part of the Demon Palace!
Huo Zhanbai led everyone and followed Xu Chonghua. However, along the way, he couldn't help but look back at Xu Chonghua—he had changed to holding the sword in his left hand, and his gray hair was flying in front of him. Eight years later, the high-spirited young man has grown old, but is his character still the same as eight years ago
—Equally ambitious, obsessed with building fame and reputation, unwilling to bow down to anyone, wanting to become the overlord of the Central Plains martial arts world and willing to pay any price for it.
Even when they reunited, he didn't even ask a single question about his wife.
Huo Zhanbai suddenly became a little angry—although he knew that at such a critical moment of life and death, this kind of anger was not timely.
"Qiu Shui she..." He couldn't help but speak, wanting to tell him what his wife and children had experienced over the years.
This person who left Central Plains eight years ago, doesn't even know that he will never see his son again, right
However, Xu Chonghua frowned and stopped him from continuing: "We'll talk about this later."
Huo Zhanbai felt a chill in his heart, but before he could say anything, a large group of disciples from the Demon Palace appeared in front of him. Those leaderless people were looking for the traces of the King of Popes or Wu Mingzi under the leadership of the Star Saint Sala. However, the entire Great Light Palace was empty, and even a leading figure was missing.
They were just about to head towards the Shura Field when they saw this group of intruders coming down the mountain.
"Miaokong Envoy!" Star Saint Sala exclaimed and covered her mouth.
-Miaokongshi, the only one left among Wumingzi, actually colluded with the Central Plains martial arts world and led his men into the Daguangming Palace!
This Uighur princess had lived a life of luxury and had never seen such a chaotic and dangerous situation.
Eight swords spread out amid exclamations and struck into the crowd like thunder!
That was almost the power of the new generation of the Central Plains martial arts world. Once the eight swords gathered together, how could the power released by them be resisted by the disciples of the Great Light Palace without a leader
That fight turned into a massacre in the blink of an eye.
"She escaped!" Xia Qianyu suddenly turned around and shouted - out of sight, the Star Saint Lady Shala was staggering away and disappeared between the jade tower and golden palace.
"Chase!" Xu Chonghua shouted softly, took the lead and flew out, disappearing after a few take-offs and landings.
The other eight swords looked at each other, and after sweeping the wind and clouds, the eight long swords were retracted, gathered again, and immediately followed.
Only Huo Zhanbai hesitated slightly.
"Feng Xing." He whispered to his colleague beside him, "Have you noticed that we haven't encountered anyone from Shura Field along the way?"
Wei Fengxing was surprised: "Yes."
After a pause, he replied: "Perhaps, because of Tong's rebellion, the Shura Field has been completely cleared by the King of Churches?"
Star Saint Sara was running wildly, her face full of fear and unwillingness.
Her elder sister died... The King of Religion died... Wu Mingzi also died... All those who had oppressed her finally died. It seemed that this Grand Light Palace was her world - but at this time, did someone from the Central Plains martial arts world come
They want to destroy everything here!
She staggered towards her residence and heard footsteps chasing her from behind.
When he tilted his head, the bright sword pierced into his eyes.
That was Miaokongshi, blocking the road ahead with a sneer.
"No!" She exclaimed, knowing that it was too late to escape back to her residence, so she turned and ran into the path on the other side. She was so confused about the road that she did not recognize that it was the road leading to the Shura Field.
She ran away, only to find that it was a dead end.
The eight swords were chasing her closely from behind. She was so frightened that she didn't care about anything else. She pushed open the iron door and rushed in. A cold breath came towards her. The cold snow prison was dark with only sporadic torches. Her vision suddenly became dim and she could not see anything.
"Heh..." A sneer suddenly sounded in the darkness, "Finally, are you all here?"
In an instant, she was picked up and thrown hard onto the cold ground, her whole body shaking with pain.
"Yes, Master Tong." She heard someone answer with a chuckle in the voice, "This woman led all those people here."
This voice... is the Wonderful Sky Envoy who is following closely behind me? !
What is he talking about? Master Tong
Suddenly her whole body was shocked and she raised her head in disbelief: "Tong?!"
In the dark night, she saw a pair of eerie eyes, light blue and pure black, twinkling like stars.
"Tong! You're not dead?!" She screamed in shock, looking at this man who had been imprisoned in the Snow Prison by the King of the Church many days ago. After the rebellion failed, he was poisoned by the Seven-Star Begonia. How could he still be alive and well? And why was the Snow Prison that imprisoned such a top rebel open
Could it be that less than a day after the Pope disappeared, this Shura Field has already fallen into Tong's control
"Yes, I'm still alive." The pair of eyes smiled in the dark night. Even without the pupil technique, it was dazzling. Tong leaned down in the darkness and pinched the Uighur princess's chin. "Are you surprised?"
In that pitch-black snow prison, there were countless vague human figures, haunted in the air like ghosts.
—Star Saint Sala was shocked: Tong had been in charge of Shura Field for many years and had cultivated a group of confidants. Now, all the elite killers in Shura Field had gathered here silently
Everything changed in just one day. What kind of secret agreement did Tong and Miaokong reach? !
"Tong, help you gather the people from Shura Field and lead those people here—" The Seven Swordsmen of Dingjian Pavilion were about to follow. In this short gap, Miaokong put on the bronze mask again, a fleeting cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he said softly, "Next, it's up to you."
"I know." In the dark night, those devilish eyes suddenly glowed with light, "Each of us takes what we need, and let's finish this as soon as possible!"
The footsteps were already within ten feet of the door. The people in the darkness suddenly raised their hands, as if they had received a silent order. The shadowy figures disappeared in an instant and merged into the endless darkness of the Snow Prison.
Miaokong's figure also flashed past the door.
"Sixth brother!" Zhou Xingzhi was the first one to come forward. As soon as he saw the situation, he rushed in without thinking.
"Swish!" As he took a step inside, an invisible light seemed to suddenly envelope the dark night. He couldn't help but turn his head to look, and immediately saw a pair of shining eyes in the depths of the darkness—those pupils were so weird that they were almost suffocating, enough to drown anyone in them.
At that moment, he could no longer move away.
At the moment when he was fixed by the pupil technique, a ray of light silently penetrated from the darkness and strangled his throat.
Zhou Xingzhi didn't even have time to scream before his body was quickly pulled up from the ground and hung on the top of the Snow Prison. He struggled desperately, the long sword fell off his hand, and he grabbed the silver rope around his throat with both hands, coughing.
"Well done." Miaokong chuckled, flew out, and caught the long sword that fell from his colleague's hand with just one hand. Then, without thinking, he turned the hilt of the sword and swung it out, with a snap, cutting the tendons of Zhou Xingzhi's right thumb that was holding the sword.
"The first one, don't ask." He sneered and threw the Breaking Waves Sword towards the roof. With a snap, it was nailed to the beam.
The first sword among the seven swords of Dingjian Pavilion.
When he turned around, the second and third people had arrived together. When Shuang Jian saw Zhou Xingzhi hanging on the roof, he rushed in to rescue him in horror, but he was also hit head-on by the pupil technique in the dark and could not move. Then, he was ambushed by the Shura Field assassin elites in the dark.
The deadly silver rope flew out silently, hanging those who were immobilized to the high roof.
"Second, the flow of light. Third, the transformation of souls."
Miaokong threw the falling swords at the beam one after another with a sneer on his lips.
“Chong… Hua? You… You…” The colleague hanging on the roof finally recognized the bronze mask and struggled to utter a low, hoarse cry, an expression of disbelief on his face distorted by pain.
—This most confidential undercover, one of the eight swordsmen of Dingjian Pavilion in the past, actually betrayed the Central Plains martial arts world? !
He is a double agent? !
"Heh." Xu Chonghua just sneered.
After putting on the bronze mask again, he returned to his identity as Miaokongshi.
Stupid! Do they think that he endured humiliation for so many years, even abandoning his wife and children, just to destroy the Demon Palace for the Central Plains Wulin? What a joke! - What about the incompatibility of good and evil, what about eliminating demons and defending the Way? What he wants is only the hegemony of the Central Plains Wulin, only the position of the Dingjian Pavilion Master!
To achieve this, he would get tattoos and swallow charcoal, and would do anything he could think of - including forming an alliance with a killer like Tong.
He left the throne of the Demon Palace Cult King to Tong, and Tong helped him clear all the other seven swords and ascend to the position of Dingjian Pavilion Master; and all his colleagues, especially the other seven swords of Dingjian Pavilion, were naturally stumbling blocks that had to be removed sooner or later on this road. Now was a rare opportunity, so he might as well take the opportunity to clear them all in one fell swoop!
He cut the tendons of his colleagues' hands one after another, his movements were neat and swift, and he did not hesitate. Having accomplished such a great deed, and without any strong opponent who could compete with him, the Dingjiang Pavilion and the Central Plains martial arts world finally fell into his pocket.
"Snatch, snatch, snatch," the sounds continued, and three more swords were nailed to the beam.
However, Xia Qianyu, who was the last to enter, was much more skilled in martial arts and cleverer than the previous ones. Although he was hit head-on by the pupil technique and his limbs could not move, he turned his head at the critical moment to avoid the silver rope around his throat and cried out, "Be careful! Pupil technique!"
In an instant, four silver ropes flew out from all directions in the darkness, strangled his neck at the same time, and hung him high into the sky!
"Oh no." Miaokong cried out in a low voice—the ambush was discovered, and the two most difficult people were not yet caught!
Sure enough, that cry was a crucial reminder, causing Huo Zhanbai and Wei Fengxing, who arrived later, to stop in time. The two stood outside the door, looking vigilantly in the direction of the sound, and cried out in surprise at the same time!
Lights lit up one by one in the darkness, flickering and revealing six bodies hanging high in the air, twisting constantly and in extreme pain.
"Don't look at his eyes!" As soon as he saw the man in black in the middle, Huo Zhanbai screamed and pulled Wei Fengxing away without waiting for his eyes to meet. "It's pupil technique! Just look at the movement of his body and footsteps, and then judge the direction of his attack."
"Heh," the owner of those eyes laughed under the light, "As expected of Mr. Huo Qi."
The young man sitting in the darkness was covered in scars, with blood marks on his limbs and throat from the shackles. He seemed to have suffered unimaginable torture, pale and thin, but he raised his eyes and smiled. With that smile, the whole person seemed to glow with a dazzling light. That light from the inside out was not only emitted through his pupils, but even those who were not staring at him felt that the light in the room was brightened!
"Tong, it's been a long time since we last met at Pharmacist Valley." Huo Zhanbai calmed down and spoke slowly.
However, his pupils could not help but tremble, the devilish light in his eyes slightly subsided, and the murderous aura weakened—Pharmacist Valley…Pharmacist Valley. These three words were closely connected with a certain person, and as soon as he thought of them, they instantly hit the weakest part of his heart.
At such a critical moment of life and death, he couldn't help but be distracted.
"Quick!" Huo Zhanbai noticed this tiny flaw instantly and shouted to Feng Xing, the guard beside him, "Help!"
The two men stepped on their toes and pounced at the six colleagues hanging in the air. Their swords slashed out like lightning and cut the silver ropes around their throats. There was a clang and a sound of breaking. A hanging man fell heavily.
"Sixth brother!" Wei Fengxing recognized that it was Xu Chonghua and rushed over to catch it.
However, he suddenly felt a shock all over his body.
With a soft "swish", the opponent's finger silently hit the acupuncture point on his chest, freezing him in an instant. At the same time, the other hand reached out neatly, snatched the long sword from his hand at the moment his body stiffened, and flicked it back, firmly nailing it to the beam.
"Sixth brother!" Wei Fengxing exclaimed in disbelief, looking at his colleague who suddenly turned against him.
"Sixth brother?" The man with the bronze mask sneered and looked at Huo Zhanbai, "Who is your brother?"
Huo Zhanbai stopped there and stared at him, fire burning in his eyes: "Xu Chonghua! Are you really betraying? Whose side are you on?!"
"I never take sides." Xu Chonghua sneered, "I am only loyal to myself."
"It's fine that you betrayed Dingjian Pavilion, but don't you even care about Qiushui and her son?" Huo Zhanbai clenched his sword, his body trembling slightly, trying to persuade the defector, "How much suffering she has endured in the past eight years - you don't even ask!"
"Don't mention that bitch to me," Xu Chonghua laughed disdainfully, disgusted, "Even if she died, I wouldn't even frown."
“…” Huo Zhanbai’s body stiffened for a moment.
What did he say? What did he say about Qiu Shui
"She married me just to be angry - just like I married her just to hit you." Xu Chonghua replied coldly, "After eight years, haven't you understood this?"
Huo Zhanbai stared at his colleague and love rival in a daze: Over the years, he had speculated thousands of times why Qiu Shui suddenly married into the Xu family of Runan, thinking that she was coerced or had a change of heart - but he never thought that the reason was so simple.
"Just for that woman, I have reason to kill you." Xu Chonghua sneered with a bronze mask and raised his sword.
"But what about your child?" Huo Zhanbai's eyes were filled with anger. "Did you know that Mo'er had been ill for eight years? Did you know that he just died?"
The masked man was shocked and the sneer disappeared from his lips.
"I have a son?" He looked at the sword in his hand and murmured - when he was ordered to go undercover in Kunlun, the child was still in his mother's womb. He didn't even get to see the child until he died!
"It's better to die!" However, after a brief silence, he sneered again, "Who knows whose evil offspring it is?"
"Shut up!" The fire of anger finally burned through his heart and burst out. Huo Zhanbai didn't say anything more and rushed over: "Xu Chonghua, you are incurable!"
"Throw away the Mohun Sword!" Xu Chonghua did not block the angry sword at all. He grabbed Wei Fengxing's throat with his fingers, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes. "Don't talk to me about big principles! Do you believe that I will kill Wei Wu immediately?"
The sword's force suddenly weakened halfway through and stopped in mid-air.
Seeing that he really stopped, Xu Chonghua laughed loudly and pinched Wei Fengxing's throat fiercely: "Drop the sword immediately! I will count to six now, and kill one by one--"
"one… "
"Shua", before the sound fell, Mo Hun flew out like a dragon and pierced deeply into the top of the beam.
"Ha." Looking up at the seven swords nailed there, Xu Chonghua laughed smugly behind his mask. He sealed Wei Fengxing's acupuncture points and slowly walked towards the unarmed Huo Zhanbai, the sharp sword in his hand flashing a bright light.
"Huo Qi, you really value friendship." Xu Chonghua laughed sarcastically, his eyes complicated, "You treat Qiu Shuiyin like this, and you treat your brothers like this - don't you feel tired living like this?" Without waiting for the other party to refute, he raised the sword in his hand: "Without a sword in your hand, most of your martial arts will be wasted, right? Today, it's time for me to avenge the sword I stabbed at the Xingxiu Sea!"
Having said this, he tilted his head and nodded slightly to the person in the darkness: "Tong, cooperate with me."
Tong had been silent, as if he was lost in some deep thought. He suddenly came to his senses and, without saying much, just clapped his hands slightly. In an instant, the dormant shadows in the darkness moved, and the long and narrow entrance corridor of the Snow Prison was completely controlled by the killers.
In addition, there were six daggers pressed against the throats of the six swords of Dingjiange.
"Just go ahead." Tong clapped his hands and spoke expressionlessly, his eyes lowered, staring at a small mutton-fat jade bottle in his hand - that was the last thing the woman left for him before she passed away.
"Good!" Xu Chonghua laughed, "Let's join forces to destroy the Seven Swords. From now on, the Central Plains and the Western Regions will be ours!"
He could no longer tolerate this, and stabbed his unarmed colleague with a fatal sword - it was a kind of hatred and malice that welled up from the bottom of his heart, and he wished he could cut the man in front of him into pieces. For so many years, no matter in which aspect, this person in front of him always suppressed him, how could he not hate him
Huo Zhanbai dodged the lightning-like sword light in the dark, but did not dare to fight back.
Because, as soon as he fought back, those daggers would cut the throats of his colleagues!
Xu Chonghua was somewhat stunned—Sword Qi! Although there was no sword in his hand, every time Huo Zhanbai made a move, invisible sword Qi broke through the air and blocked his sword Bai Hong! This man's swordsmanship had actually improved to such a state after eight years
His eyes became increasingly fiery with hatred. He was not in a hurry to kill this old enemy all at once, but just approached slowly, step by step. His long sword swept across Huo Zhanbai's hands and feet several times, leaving several wounds of varying depths.
"Clang", the sword stabbed towards his forehead. Huo Zhanbai couldn't dodge in time and could only raise his hand to block it.
The sword passed across the left wrist, cutting a long wound.
“Hahahaha…” The smell of blood filled the air, and the stimulated Xu Chonghua laughed wildly, “Huo Qi, you crippled one of my arms back then, today I will cut off both your hands and feet! Even the genius doctor in Pharmacist Valley can’t save you!”
Pharmacist Valley... In such a life-or-death situation, he was suddenly startled.
"Wait until I come back, and I'll play finger-guessing games with you!"
—Is it possible that we can never go back
As soon as he thought of this, a force of survival suddenly filled his body. Huo Zhanbai changed his footwork, turned from defense to offense, and the sword energy on his fingertips was fierce. Xu Chonghua was caught off guard and lost his rhythm of attack for a while.
Strangely, the assassins from Shura Field did not come to help immediately, but just watched with the tacit approval of their leader.
Although Huo Zhanbai didn't have a sword in his hand, the sword was born from his heart, and it was more powerful than when he held the Mo Hun. After a hundred moves, he found an opening, and his right hand shot out like lightning, and it actually bounced directly on the Baihong Sword.
With a "clang" sound, the famous sword Baihong broke!
"Tong!" Seeing the other party's finger piercing his throat, Xu Zhonghua knew he couldn't resist and blurted out, "Help me!"
"Okay." In the dark night, the pair of eyes suddenly opened and said one word decisively.
No one saw how Tong stood up. In just a short moment, he seemed to have disappeared. And in the next moment, he appeared between the two of them. Everything stopped abruptly - the dark red sword emerged from Xu Chonghua's chest and pierced his heart.
—The Blood-Sword!
"Tong!" In an instant, the two exclaimed at the same time.
Huo Zhanbai was startled when he saw the tip of the sword coming out of Xu Chonghua's body, and he took a step back quickly.
“Why…” The bronze mask fell off his face, revealing a painful and distorted face. Xu Zhonghua looked down at the tip of the sword exposed on his chest in disbelief, and murmured, “Tong, we agreed… we agreed…”
He couldn't figure out what could make Tong, with such a personality, suddenly change his mind!
"I only told you to go ahead and do it - but I never said I wouldn't kill you." Silently, he swooped down from behind and pierced his ally with a sword. Then, Tong slowly pulled out the sword that had pierced his heart, with an expressionless face.
"You..." Xu Chonghua said harshly, his face as ferocious as a ghost.
Out of habit, he twisted the sword in his heart, shattering the other party's last words. He pulled out the bloody sword and gently wiped it back and forth on the dead body. There was a flash of light in his devilish eyes, as if he was muttering to himself: "You want to know the reason? - It's very simple: even someone like me sometimes has mysophobia. I really don't want to have an ally like you."
The bronze mask fell to the side, his eyes were wide open, and finally he had no more breath.
"..." Things happened so fast and suddenly that Huo Zhanbai only had time to take advantage of this gap to rush to Wei Fengxing and untie his acupoints. Then the two of them stood with their backs to each other, swords drawn, ready for the final fight at any time.
In the darkness, the killers from the dark world of Shura Field still stood there quietly, with an indescribable oppressive force.
"Okay, the matter is almost over." Tong looked up at Huo Zhanbai, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, "You thought you had arranged an insider, taking advantage of the chaos in the sect, the annihilation of the Five Ming Sect members, and my poisoning and imprisonment, so that you could capture him easily this time?"
He spoke slowly, and after each sentence he rubbed the sword on the corpse until the Lixue Sword shone as bright as new.
"Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. Who knew I could survive after being poisoned by the Seven-Star Begonia? Who knew Miaokong would betray Dingjian Pavilion?" Tong spoke calmly, and suddenly sneered at this point, "This time, I'm afraid the Seven Swords will never return!"
Huo Zhanbai did not answer, but just looked at him calmly - he knew that this man was telling the truth. He just silently formed a sword gesture, ready to fight the number one killer in the Demon Palace at any time.
"Want to save your friends?" After wiping the sword clean, Tong turned the sword tip and pressed it against Zhou Xingzhi's throat, sneering at Huo Zhanbai, "Promise me one condition, and I can let them go."
"Ignore him!" Zhou Xingzhi was still as violent as ever, and shouted angrily, "Our martial arts are useless, and saving us will be useless—"
The blow landed hard on the back of his head, knocking him unconscious.
"Losers don't have the power to choose their own fate." Tong turned around with a sneer and stared at Huo Zhanbai, "Huo Qi, let's negotiate: I know you still have the strength to fight, at least you can kill more than half of my Centaurs. But, at the same time, you have to keep your life in Kunlun."
Huo Zhanbai remained silent. Silence meant consent.
"Why bother?" He spoke word by word, "Why don't we make an alliance? The conditions are simple: I let you take them back, but within five years, the people of Dingjian Pavilion will not cross Suoyang Pass, and the Central Plains and the Western Regions martial arts world will not interfere with each other!"
Huo Zhanbai and the other colleagues from Dingjiange on the ground were slightly startled.
It was indeed a simple condition, but it was puzzling that they suddenly proposed a settlement when they had the upper hand.
"The reason I did this is that I don't want to kill you," Tong laughed as if he had guessed the other party's doubts, threw the Blood-Lining Sword away, and sat back on the couch, "Don't ask me why - the reason is something you can't guess. I only ask you, are you willing to sign a contract?"
Huo Zhanbai pondered for a moment, and after a brief eye contact with the other colleagues underground, he got the answer.
—Things have come to this point, so I have no choice but to agree to it for the time being.
"Okay." He stretched out his hand and touched Tong's, making a pact, "In the next five years, no one from Dingjian Pavilion will cross Suoyang Pass!"
Tong's palms collided with his, but she smiled: "If you are sincere, you should look into each other's eyes when making a contract, right?"
Look into his eyes? Everyone in Dingjian Pavilion was shocked: Be careful of pupil skills!
However, Huo Zhanbai raised his eyes calmly and looked fearlessly into those strange eyes. Their eyes met. There was a gleam of light in those light blue strange eyes, deep and strange, with no bottom to be seen, but there was nothing strange about them.
"Okay!" After looking at Huo Zhanbai for a moment, Tong suddenly laughed and returned to the depths of darkness with a flick of his sleeves, "You can go now!"
He stretched out his hand and gently tapped the wall. The Snow Prison was actually shaken for a split second. The seven swords nailed to the beams seemed to be forced by something. They all bounced back in an instant, fell to the ground with a ding, and were neatly arranged in front of the seven swords.
"Goodbye." Huo Zhanbai untied his companion's acupuncture points and left with the sword in hand.
Tong sat down in the darkness and merged into it.
He didn't look again - as if he was afraid that if he looked back, he would be shaken.
Letting the tiger return to the mountain... He knew clearly that he had done something he shouldn't have done, and missed the opportunity to defeat all the living forces of the Central Plains martial arts world in one fell swoop.
And yet... he really didn't want to kill him.
It wasn't just because he really hated Miaokong in his heart; it wasn't just because he had overdrawn his mental strength after using pupil techniques on six top masters in a row and no longer had enough chance of winning - the last and most secret reason was because he was a friend of "that person".
In that short period of time in Pharmacist Valley, he had seen how deep the friendship between him and that person was. If he killed Huo Zhanbai, she... would definitely look at him with a blaming look, right
He couldn't bear that kind of look.
Even if it was to repay his sister for saving his life, he had to let Huo Zhanbai go once.
Her last words were still ringing in his ears, and her warm breath seemed to still be on his eyelids. However, she could never come back again... When the paralysis in his body was lifted and his eyes were restored, he rushed out frantically to look for her. However, the news he got was that she went to the mountaintop paradise to see the king yesterday, and then, no one knew what happened, and the whole hall collapsed in an instant.
He stared blankly at the top of the mountain over the broken Baiyu River, but he knew that the magnificent paradise with golden walls had become a dream.
Everything was reduced to ashes.
After the seven swordsmen of Dingjian Pavilion left, Tong closed his eyes. He waved his hand, and the shadows in the darkness bowed together, dragging Miaokong's body away. He was left alone sitting in the deepest part, slowly stroking his eyes that had regained their sight.
The Snow Prison was as silent as death.
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If I hadn't gotten lost, I should have reached Uliastai by now.
Miao Feng held the dying woman in his arms and ran wildly across the snowy field.
North, north, north... The strong wind kept blowing, and the sky and earth in front of him were blank and endless - so pale and desolate, just like his life for more than twenty years.
He couldn't find the way to Uliastai, and he fell down and staggered to his feet several times. Despite this, he never dared to remove his hand from her back, and he didn't dare to interrupt the internal energy he was inputting for a moment.
The fierce snow and wind almost numbed him.
Miao Feng stumbled and ran on the snowy field of Uliastai, the wind whistling past his ears, and he felt tears gradually freezing in the corners of his eyes. He thought of that night more than 20 years ago, when he also ran like this recklessly.
In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed.
"Ya-ya-" Suddenly, the sound of birds was heard in the air.
He subconsciously raised his head and saw a snow-white hawk circling in the air, approaching him, chirping non-stop, sad and anxious.
Strange... How could there be a snow kite on such an ice field? His mind was slightly startled, and suddenly he understood: this is a kite hawk raised by humans. Since it appeared on the snowy field, its owner must be not far away!
Realizing that it was calling him to follow it, Miao Feng finally stood up and staggered as he ran after the bird.
That stretch of road seemed like a dream—
The sky and the ground were all white, and time and space seemed to freeze in an instant. He ran wildly on the snowy field holding the dying man, and the wind and snow blurred the past and the future... Only the mournful cry of a white bird in the air guided him in the direction he was going.
If there is such a thing as "time standing still" in this world, it is at that moment.
During that short journey, all the emotions he could carry in his life were exhausted.
In countless snowy nights that followed, he would often dream of the exact same scene. The deep despair woke him up again and again, and then he would sit up in the middle of the night, put on his clothes, and stay awake for a long time.
Outside the window, the snow falls silently.
Uliastai.
At nightfall, the clerk in the post station was arranging meals for the passengers, but he heard a noise outside the window, and a white bird fluttered in. He was so startled that he almost dropped the things in his hand. The white bird flew in through the window, circled for a while, and then landed on the shoulder of a passenger, shook its feathers, let go of the snow all over its body, and made a series of shrill cries of varying lengths.
"Xue'er, what's wrong?" The passenger was slightly surprised and asked in a low voice, "Where are you flying to?"
The person's voice was soft and clear, and it was actually a woman's voice, which startled the officer.
However, before he could see clearly whether the traveler was a man or a woman, the thick cotton door curtain was suddenly lifted, a gust of cold wind blew in, and a person staggered into the post station at the city gate.
It was a young man, his face covered in dust, as if he had come from a long journey, his body covered in snow. You could vaguely see someone in his arms, that person was deeply entangled in a thick fox fur coat, his face could not be seen clearly, only a pale hand hanging weakly outside.
"Is there a doctor?" he paused, panting, and asked loudly with a terrible look, "Is there a doctor here?"
The moment he looked up, everyone was startled.
Blue...blue hair?! The post station clerk suddenly felt that this person looked familiar. Didn’t this person pass by Uliastai and head west just half a month ago
"Sir, you are..." The official walked over hesitantly and greeted him.
"Doctor!" But before he could finish his words, his collar was tightly strangled. "Tell me, where is the doctor here?!"
The other party just stretched out a hand, easily lifted the official up in the air, and questioned him fiercely. The poor official waved his hands and feet desperately in the air, but he couldn't say a word.
The passengers nearby were all frightened and silent when they saw the fierce look in the man's eyes.
"Let him go," suddenly, a voice sounded quietly, "I am a doctor."
The Snow Kites chirped as if in response and took off in a flutter. The traveler stood up from the crowd and walked out.
She was a woman in her thirties dressed in plain clothes. She had a purple jade hairpin on her head, tied into a flowing bun, which was common among southern women. She had a beautiful face and a noble temperament. She was accompanied by two maids. They were all covered in dust and had obviously just arrived in Uliastai after a long journey. It was rare to see women showing up in public, and most of them were people from the martial arts world. The strange thing was that there was no sign of this person knowing martial arts at all.
She pushed aside the crowd and came over, motioning him to let go of the poor officer: "Let me see."
"You?" He turned to look at her, hesitant, "Are you a doctor?"
"Of course." The woman had a proud look in her eyes. She spread out her hands to show him a jade pendant and said in an irrefutable tone, "I am the best doctor - do you have a patient to see?"
Miao Feng was slightly startled: the pattern of orchids and auspicious clouds on the jade pendant seemed somewhat familiar.
The best doctor? She was filled with joy. So, she could finally be saved? !
"Then, take a look at her!" He didn't have time to think about it and turned around quickly, "Take a look at her!"
The woman nodded silently and walked over.
There was still unmelted snow on the long silver fox fur coat, so she couldn't see the patient's face trapped in the fur coat. However, the pale hand exposed to the strong wind and heavy snow outside was unexpectedly warm - her eyes suddenly changed: the nails of that hand were a strange green color!
This symptom... This symptom...
She stretched out her hand hastily, and as soon as her fingers touched, her face turned pale.
“This, this…” She took a breath and her eyes slowly changed.
"Doctor, please take a look at her!" Miao Feng saw the change in her eyes and knew something was wrong. "Please!"
Looking at the other person's frantic eyes, she suddenly felt frightened and subconsciously took a step back, muttering: "I can't save her."
"What?" Miao Feng was shocked and looked up suddenly. In just a moment, his pleading eyes turned into fierce anger. He gritted his teeth and spat out word by word, "You, what did you say? How dare you watch someone die without helping?!"
No one saw how he drew the sword, and amid the exclamations of the whole room, the green blade was already pointing at her throat.
"You watched her die without saving her?" The woman looked at him with pity in her eyes. "Yes... She was already dead. So I didn't save her."
As if he was whipped, the furious man suddenly became quiet, as if he didn't understand what she said, and stared at her in a daze.
"She was poisoned by the Seven-Star Begonia and has been dead for two hours." The female doctor leaned over and put the hand that was hanging outside back into the fur coat - the pale hand was still warm and soft. "You must have been constantly injecting her with true energy along the way, so the body is still warm and soft. In fact..."
She didn't have the heart to say any more.
—In fact, when you were running wildly on the snowy field with her in your arms, she was already dead.
The long sword suddenly fell from his hand and stabbed into the ground, making a harsh sound of iron and stone rubbing against each other. Everyone in the post station trembled, but no one dared to say a word at this moment. There was a complete silence.
"..." Miao Feng wanted to look at the woman in his arms, but for some reason he felt timid and did not dare to lower his head.
"Nonsense!" He suddenly became furious. "Even if it was a Seven-Star Begonia, it wouldn't explode so quickly! You're talking nonsense!"
"It's not the Seven-Star Begonia." The female doctor's eyes revealed infinite sorrow and she sighed, "Look at the Lianquan point on her throat."
Miao Feng was stunned for a long time, her eyes changed from fury to trance, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she finally put the person in her arms on the ground and untied the fox fur around her with trembling hands. The snow kite kept staring at her face with its black bean-like eyes, circling around her, making a cooing sound, and scratching with its claws anxiously.
After the fox fur coat was removed, the woman's face was finally revealed. She looked pale and peaceful, as if she had just fallen asleep.
—However, there was a golden needle inserted straight into the middle of the throat!
At that moment, the Snow Kites suddenly flapped its wings and flew up, emitting a sharp whistle. He could no longer support himself, his knees softened, and he slowly knelt on the cold ground, covering his face with his hands, and sobbing uncontrollably.
"Ouch!" The passengers around exclaimed and took a step back.
Looking at that little red spot, his whole body suddenly turned cold.
"Why?" He raised his hands, as if trying to confirm the reality of the scene before his eyes, but his hands were shaking uncontrollably, "Why?"
Why did she end her life when he was desperate to save her? Why!
"She was poisoned by the Seven-Star Begonia. She will lose her mind in seven days. I think she doesn't want to end up like this." The female doctor sighed and walked over to check the wound. "She must be a very proud woman."
"But don't be sad - this needle went straight to Lianquan, very accurately and deeply, she must not have suffered too much when she died." The female doctor looked at the wound in the throat and continued to comfort her - but the moment she moved her eyes away from the throat wound, her voice paused. She suddenly rushed over like crazy, pushed aside the long hair scattered on the patient's face, and carefully identified her.
"Oh my God..." Miao Feng suddenly heard a low cry, shocked and terrified.
He subconsciously raised his head and saw the female doctor covering her mouth, staring straight at the patient in his arms, with an extremely frightened look on her face. He wanted to ask her, but she couldn't say a word, staring straight at Xue Ziye, and suddenly fell to the ground.
The jade pendant in her hand rolled to his feet, with the word "Liao" engraved on it.
At that moment, Miao Feng remembered - wasn't this pattern the badge carved on the Huitian Order
This woman with the surname Liao is actually Liao Qingran, the former master of Pharmacist Valley!
At daybreak, a group of four people left the post station, carrying a thin willow coffin on the carriage.
In the oasis of Uliastai, the willows are green and the wind is gentle, completely unlike the harshness of the snowfields.
Miao Feng blew through the green weeping willows. Countless travelers looked at the man in white carrying the coffin in surprise, not only because of his strange long blue hair, but also because of the extremely beautiful music coming out of the flute in his hand.
The music faded into the lush green, deep and sad.
When Liao Qingran woke up slowly from the carriage, he heard the song "Ge Sheng" and was mesmerized.
"Winter nights, summer days. After a hundred years, return to your room."
She turned her head and saw the disciple sleeping quietly in the fox fur in the carriage. Xiaoye, Xiaoye... Now you don't have to wait another hundred years, you can go back under the ice and snow and reunite with that person.
Are you happy
The sound of the flute was like weeping, but the player did not feel the slightest bit of sorrow. He lowered his head and played the flute, his expression calm as he passed through the countless weeping willows, as if he was just a wanderer traveling in the spring, and the end of the world was his destination. No one recognized that this person was the one who cried bitterly in the post station last night while holding the dead woman. No one had ever seen a man crying so bitterly, and everyone in the post station was speechless.
However, the crying he had last night seemed to have reached the limit of his emotions in this life. After just one night, his expression had calmed down. What kind of ice and fire had he gone through to freeze all the emotions that had just sprouted in a person's heart
Listening to the music intently, at that moment, Liao Qingran felt that he was really starting to get old.
After listening for a long time, she signaled the maid to lift the curtain of the carriage and asked the young man driving the carriage, "Who are you?"
Miao Feng did not answer, but just blew on its own.
"How did my disciple get poisoned? Why was he with you?" She asked weakly, holding herself up. It had been eight years since she left Pharmacist Valley, and she had never seen her only disciple again. She had never expected that when they met again, they would be separated by life and death.
"Please tell me," Liao Qingran clenched his hands slowly and asked persistently, "Who killed my disciple?"
The flute sound finally stopped, and Miao Feng asked quietly: "Senior... do you want revenge?"
"Are they from the Da Guangming Palace?" Liao Qingran gritted his teeth and took out the handkerchief that Shuanghong had sent the message.
The ink stains on the handkerchief are the irrefutable answer.
Miaofeng turned around and smiled among the green willows. She was dressed in white, like a dream under the bright light.
"Yes, Master Xue was killed for trying to assassinate the King of the Church—" He spoke softly, his voice sounding calm because it was mixed with too many complicated emotions, "However, she succeeded in the end—so Senior Liao doesn't have to think about revenge anymore. All the grudges had been resolved before Senior Liao arrived."
"And I... and I am very sorry that I could not save Valley Master Xue's life."
His voice suddenly became turbulent, with uncontrollable pain emerging from it.
Liao Qingran murmured and sighed: "Don't blame yourself... You have tried your best."
She would never forget the sight of this man running wildly in the snowy field holding a corpse - she did not understand the ins and outs of the matter, but she knew clearly that the man in front of her could not be the murderer.
Liao Qingran turned around and glanced at the woman wrapped in fox fur in the carriage. She buried her face deeply in her hands as she listened to the sound of the flute, hiding her unconcealable sadness - she... was such a selfish and incompetent master!
Is it true that there is no antidote for the poison of Seven Star Begonia
No! As the former head of the Pharmacist Valley, she clearly knew that there was only one way to detoxify in this world.
—However, even if she had met the two of them in time, even if Xiaoye was still alive at that time, would she... really use this method of exchanging one life for another to save the life of her beloved disciple without hesitation
No... No, she couldn't do it!
Because she doesn't want to die yet.
She still had a baby son and a husband she loved deeply. She wanted to watch her child grow up and grow old with her husband - she definitely didn't want to die like this. So, she should thank God for letting her meet them after Xiaoye's death and not forcing her to make such a cruel decision.
The snow on the fox fur had slowly melted, and the cold water dripped from the tip of the white hair, wetting the pale face of the sleeping person. Liao Qingran stared at her disciple's face, slowly stretched out her hand, and wiped the snow water off her face - so cold, so quiet, just like when she picked up the child from the glacier many years ago.
She suddenly felt as if thousands of arrows were piercing her heart.
Someone in the car burst into tears, but outside the car, the wonderful wind was just playing the flute. There was no more joy or sorrow in his eyes, but calm as a spring water. He rode his horse back slowly, passing through the thousands of weeping willows of Uliastai and stepping onto the Kizil Desert.
There, not long ago, there was a life-and-death fight.
There, she had fought side by side with him, and they had snuggled together for warmth in the cold snow.
It was a warmth that he had never experienced and would never experience again in his life.
On that dark snowfield, he unexpectedly received warmth he had never experienced in his life, but lost it forever. It was like a flash of lightning across the eternal darkness, although it was only a short moment, but it made him open his eyes for the first time and see a brand new world.
After that glance, his closed mind suddenly awakened. She awakened the young man Yami who was sleeping in his heart, making him no longer just a cold sword.
However, all this is finally over...
It cannot be forgotten, just wait for the wind and snow to bury everything.
That day, the clerk of the Uliastai East Post Station saw the carriage slowly leaving the city, passing through the weeping willows along the road, and disappearing on the Kizil Snow Plain. The young man driving the carriage held a strange-looking flute in his hand, quietly playing the same tune over and over again, with his strange long blue hair flying in the wind and snow.
His face was serene and radiant, as if something had been pulled out of his body and far beyond this world.
That was also the last shadow he left in the world.
No one could have imagined that the battle with the Seven Swordsmen of Dingjiange on the Uliastai snowfield would be the final chapter of his life - Miaofeng Envoy of Wumingzili of Kunlun Daguangming Palace disappeared from the martial arts world forever from that day on.
Just as he had always existed silently, he also disappeared silently like a snowflake.