The moment the finger touched the hilt of the sword, between the heaven and the earth, it seemed that even the wind had stagnated.
Lin Chuo took a deep breath and shook it hard.
"boom-"
A sorrowful and heroic emotion slammed into her heart instantly.
Blood, fire, weapons of a knife, dying comrades, fangs of demons, howls of children...
In the huge fortress, there are fewer than a hundred cultivators who can still stand!
Although a flesh and blood body, it has built a steel line of defense! The dense dark clouds and the whistling wind above the head are the war songs of the heroic spirits.
Under the fortress, the magic army is like a tide. Although there are no more than a hundred people on the wall, each person carries the wishes and expectations of countless heroes.
Swear to death, never retreat!
At the end of the battle, every hero's body standing on the head of the city can make the demons frighten and stop!
This is... Thousands of years ago, Wu Nishui led the battle to defend Qianqiguan!
In an instant, the iron and blood of countless heroic spirits poured into Lin Chuo's chest, and she was caught off guard, tears rained down immediately.
On the Liuli Chijian in his hand, an invisible wave of air broke out again.
The color of the wind and clouds changed, the red resentment seemed to be hit by a heavy punch, the small skeleton seemed to have fallen into the hurricane, and was quickly torn to pieces. The giant skeletons were also unstable, lying on the ground, screaming unwillingly at the top of the mountain. .
"U... Meng... Xia..."
Lin Chuo looked down from the top of the mountain, only to feel shocked.
The sword in the palm embodies the unyielding will of the Xianling, which makes her agitated, and the dense and venomous hatred at the bottom of the mountain is directed towards the guardian of this generation-Wu Mengxia.
Above the red glaze sword, a crystal clear light glided slowly, like a tear of sadness.
Lin Chuo sensed a sorrow from the sword.
It was a slightly old thought, and it asked her,'Am I... wrong? '
'Is it wrong to inherit the will of our ancestors and swear to defend our country to the death? '
'I can't help myself, thinking that I can defend like our ancestors until reinforcements arrive. Is that wrong? '
'Strictly forbid anyone to retreat and evacuate, so as not to disturb the morale of the army, and as a result, kill thousands of lives. Is it wrong? '
'It was supposed to bear the grievances of the unjust souls calmly, but the face was hidden under the protection of the heroic spirits of the ancestors, so that the accumulating grievances deepened. Is it wrong? '
'Is everything that Wu Mengxia did wrong? '
"I don't know." Lin Chu said calmly, and slowly drew the Liuli Scarlet Sword from the Bone Mountain.
Liuli Chijian faintly resisted.
Lin Chiu said, "Instead of asking me or other people, it's better to ask your own heart. You only ask yourself, when you made the decision, did you have a clear conscience?!"
There was a moment of silence.
In the next second, a shocking aura gushed out from the sword body!
The shock wave clearly visible to the naked eye burst out from the tip of the sword!
Wu Mengxia... Have a clear conscience!
"Boom-Long -"
The shock wave swept across the world, and the Bone Mountain peak under the sword was the first to bear the brunt. The air wave exploded under his feet, and Lin Chuo held the sword tightly in both hands, following the ups and downs of the impact air wave, falling layer by layer until the entire bone mountain was completely destroyed.
The shock wave continued to advance towards the four fields, but when it came into contact with it, all the white and red bones turned into fly ash in an instant.
Where the bones disappeared, strands of pure white breath rose slowly, staying in the air, as if saying goodbye to the sky and the earth with a smile.
And where the scarlet bones disappeared, there was a sharp, unwilling roar that pierced the soul.
With a thought, Lin Chuo held the Liuli Chijian tightly, sucking those last grievances into the sea of knowledge, and urging the seventh petal of Yelian to open!
The densely soaring grievances gathered, and the seventh petal of Yelian blossomed rapidly! Condensed!
The scarlet resentment between heaven and earth has faded a lot, and faintly can see a little bit of azure.
Lin Chuo let out a sigh of relief, carefully raised the Liuli Chijian, and placed it in front of him to watch.
This is a beautiful sword with only two fingers wide.
The hilt of the sword is made of the same material, and it is warm and cool, as if holding a good piece of transparent nephrite.
Lin Chu couldn't help but raised his eyebrows lightly.
Is this sword hers
The sword body moved slightly, and Wu Mengxia's old thoughts came.
'This sword is named Red Beauty, and it was forged by the ancestor Wu Nishui. This sword was born psychic and lived for a long time in the underground mausoleum. It actually condensed the will of the heroic spirits of the past and became this sword spirit space by itself. This time I failed to hold the Thousand Difference Pass. When I died, I was drawn to this place by the sword intent, and also brought the thousands of resentments into the peaceful land of Xianling... Alas... '
'Since you are a living soul, you can be drawn here to prove that you are connected with the red beauty. Take it to see the world outside! Young man, I wish you a bright future. '
Lin Chu silently grasped the hilt of the sword and said, "Old man, you don't need to be concerned. You and your ancestors do the same thing. Since he is a hero, you don't need to belittle yourself. Since I have received this generous gift, I will definitely do it for you. Ask for justice. You can watch it in the sky with peace of mind!"
A drop of crystal water flowed through the sword.
A wisp of white gas steamed up, caught up with the heroic spirits in mid-air, and slowly faded into the resting place of the dead.
Lin Chu let out a breath, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked into the distance.
The matter is not over yet.
Sure enough, the residual red resentment between the world and the earth began to converge towards one place.
Lin Chiu's Tongren tightened and put the sword in front of him.
This sword has been with the heroic spirits of past dynasties for thousands of years.
Lin Chu has already noticed something wrong.
There is no difference between Wu Mengxia's battle and Wu Nishui's battle thousands of years ago.
But Wu Nishui waited for reinforcements, and Wu Mengxia was released by Wang.
To blame, we should not blame Wu Mengxia either.
Lin Chiu believed that when the soldiers who guarded the Thousand Difference Gates died in battle, they must be the same as the martyrs. They were all brave and fearless and generous to die.
There should not be such a vicious grievance.
Among them, there must be weird.
Lin Chiu squeezed the sword in his hand.
This sword dances and feels very strange. If you insist on describing it, Lin Chu feels that it is made of water. Every trace of her power can be accurately transmitted to every part of the sword, and it will also feed her back in real time. All the smallest and densest feelings have a kind of heart-to-heart meaning.
The red streamer was flowing in the glass-like sword body. When Lin Chu picked it up to the tip of the sword, the entire sword body was as transparent as water, but the tip of the sword was filled with blood.
This is the color of hero blood.
Every time the tip of the sword passed, the red resentment in the air was like a bubble falling on the red blazing iron, evaporating with a sound of "zi".
Lin Chuo lightly stepped on the ground with his toes, holding the sword in one hand, and lightly swept toward the place where the resentment gathered.
Although the foundation-building body is not considered to be a step into the fairy gate, when he ran, he made a big leap and could easily jump more than five meters. The feeling of taking off for a short time made Lin Chu's heart surging, and the feeling of being able to fly by himself was much faster than being carried by someone.
With the sword in her hand, Fei-zhang didn't have any cumbersomeness, but faintly gave her some thrust. Following the momentum of the long sword to break the wind, she adjusted her breathing and movements to fit the sword more closely.
The Red Sword swayed beside him, and Lin Chu took a leap, and he floated a full ten meters away!
The place where resentment gathers is near.
The red mist was engulfed, twisted and ferocious, a scarlet skeleton that couldn't look up to the top, slowly taking shape!
Lin Chiu hurriedly held the sword in both hands and stood in front of his chest. The sword swept abruptly, dispelling the mist of resentment wrapped in front of him. The eighth petal of Yelian trembling gently, with a hint of opening.
Seeing that the goal he had been looking forward to for a few days was about to be achieved, even the Buddha could not calm down, Lin Jiao's heart was pounding, his hands were slightly numb with excitement.
The fruits of victory are close at hand, as if they are at your fingertips!
Lin Chu hurriedly took three big steps and floated to the feet of the giant skeleton that had not yet fully formed, holding the sword in both hands, raising it flat between his eyebrows and eyes, and slashing straight towards its ankle.
"Zi—"
The sword's body was connected to the bones, and it made a sour, piercing sound.
Lin Chiu felt resistance coming from the sword, and without thinking, he poured all the spiritual energy in the dantian meridian into the sword in his hand, and at the same time urged the consciousness of Haiyelian, using itself as the carrier to connect the two closely.
In an instant, the sea of self-knowledge of suction rushed out, and through the exquisite and transparent blade, it landed directly on the giant skeleton that could not be seen.
"Roar-"
Far away in the sky, there was a vague roar. The giant skull suddenly lifted his leg, and instantly took Lin Chuo into the air.
Lin Chu only felt his body lighter, and he was getting farther and farther away from the earth.
It was too late to evacuate. She clenched the hilt with both hands and sent the sword deeper, stuck in the bones of the giant skeleton, desperately absorbing the monstrous resentment contained in this skeleton.
The sky and the earth have restored their original colors, and all resentment in the sword spirit space has been condensed on this giant skeleton.
The giant skull lifted the bones and legs into the air, and after a slight pause, they stepped down toward the ground!
"Hiss—" Lin Chuo took a breath, as if sitting in an elevator that was falling out of control, he could only watch the earth get closer and closer.
At this very moment, a magnificent war song resounded in the void once again.
Countless transparent light spots gathered quickly, like snowflakes, piece by piece, sticking to the surface of the giant skeleton.
Its movements gradually stiffened.
Lin Chu took a sigh of relief, slid back the messed up hair, rolled over and stepped on the back of the giant skeleton, holding the sword in both hands, and thrusting it heavily down!
Yelian, Chijian, and Lin Chuo are connected with each other, and the aura is clear and clear, and resentment is like summer hail, quickly dissipating under the scorching sun.
It's just not enough.
Although thousands of heroic spirits assisted, the grievances were quickly dispelled by the combined force of Yelian and Chijian, but the surplus of the skeleton's huge foot had not been completely eliminated. It took Lin Chuo and slammed it to the ground without turning back.
"Almost... Almost..." Lin Chuo felt weak.
Her cultivation base was too low, she couldn't exert the true power of Yelian and Chijian at all.
Just when she was ready to jump off the car and fall into trouble, her forehead suddenly felt cold, and there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in her ears.
Wei Liang's cold and low voice came from nowhere.
"Interest is required."