Clang—
In the darkness, a crisp sword sound suddenly reached everyone's ears.
Chains dance wildly like snakes, demonic energy rolls and rages, and bone claws feel cold... In the chaos of alternating death and crisis, the sword's sound is clear and cold, like a glint of cold light refracted from the peak of a snow peak, shattered ice like falling into the valley.
When the bone claws shrouded the soul-sealing altar, the long sword in front of Bailishu, which shone like a small sun, shattered into thousands of white lights with a crisp clang. White light like stars in the sky swirls and dances, floating in the entire Huantu courtyard.
Snow suddenly began to fall in the dark underground world.
The fluttering white light swirls and falls, like heavy snow in midwinter. Those white lights seem to be snow falling from the void, and the dancing waves are the beautiful scenery praised by the poet. But when the "snow" fell on the bone claws, endless coldness spread out in an instant.
Jun Wanbai's forward pace suddenly stopped.
The bone claws hovered over the heads of Li Xin and Ye Qiusheng, glowing with a faint icy blue light—a layer of ice that didn't look thick was sealed on top of the bones.
The bone claws are frozen.
In an instant, silently, it was frozen.
Jun Wanbai subconsciously held her breath, and the magnificent and dream-like scene in front of her was reflected in her pupils. Snowflake-like white light fluttered down, falling on the turbulent black air on the bronze ground, falling on the chains dancing wildly like snakes, falling on the torn bronze fracture...
The ice glowing with a faint blue light spread silently, freezing everything.
In just one breath, the entire Yuantu courtyard was suddenly extremely quiet.
In an instant, the world that was still so noisy just now, the world of life and death crisis, became the world of ice praised countless times by literati. Everything I saw was frozen, but this was not the winter scene that those mortal poets had seen, not the quiet and elegant snow scene.
The world is quiet, but it is a deadly, lonely silence.
Between the sky and the earth, there is only white snow dancing. The ice layer is covered in the bronze clay, glowing with a faint dreamlike blue light. The bone claws covered the sky above the courtyard, maintaining the moment when the murderous intent broke out. The broken chain was frozen in the air, twisting like an ancient python. Countless ghost hands protruding from the black air on the ground have different postures, casting black shadows one after another... All murderous intentions, all ferocity are frozen by the silent, lonely ice.
Bizarre and picturesque.
Fourteen states of frost and cold with one sword.
Is this the sword of the "Heavenly Immortal"
Jun Wanbai was in a daze, and heard light footsteps.
Bailishu stood up at some point, stepped into the courtyard, and walked forward on the blue-glowing ice. The white light is still falling, the young man is like walking in the snow, his back is thin.
Like a fairy outside the sky.
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Baili Shu walked forward on the ice, the fingertips of his left hand hidden under the sleeve of his robe trembled slightly, blood dripped down along the fingertips, dripping onto the ice. The blood containing hidden poison fell on the ice layer and was quickly frozen.
He thought of the past.
A long time ago, it can't be said that it was a long time ago, when he was Baili Dongling, he once stood in front of the window and watched the assassin who assassinated him draw his sword desperately in the snow.
He was no stranger to such a scene, and there were so many people who wanted him dead, so many that he didn't even bother to count them. Sometimes when drinking bowl after bowl of bitter medicine, he would feel a little funny, why bother? One by one came to kill him with such painstaking efforts, obviously soon, he would die.
Don't take so many lives.
The reason why I remembered that killer was because it was a very young killer.
After countless killers died in the Baili compound, few killers dared to accept the task of assassinating him, and the ones who came to assassinate him were the dead soldiers secretly cultivated by various families. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and the young killer doesn't know what awe is, so he recklessly accepts the mission of death because of the ridiculously rich bounty.
The snow fluttered in the sky, as big as a goose feather.
The young killer holds a knife to fight against an enemy whose strength is far superior to his own. A flame called madness burns in his pupils, and the flame does not go out until the warm blood stains the snow red. Before that, the eyes of those who came to kill him were dead. From Bailishu's point of view, they were already dead.
Only the pupils of the young killer danced with flames.
That is the flame of life.
A life that burns like a fire.
The guards thought their patriarch was thinking about who sent the killer this time, and which one made the move. They dragged it away carefully and respectfully, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing his train of thought. But what they didn't know was that the young master Baili who made people in the capital's aristocratic family turn pale was just in a daze.
He didn't think about anything.
Thinking of killers who can wield knives vigorously, guards who can drink hard alcohol, and all those people who are living in a muddle but laughing and cursing.
He raised his eyes and looked at the soul-sealing altar made of bones.
——Ye Qiusheng who draws a sword on the chain and dances Confucianism uniform like a crane, Jun Wanbai and Li Xin who rush out of the crack in the darkness, two desperadoes who will not let go under the bone claws...
What kind of world is this
If you are angry, you will draw your sword and chop, and if you are happy, you will be drunk with a thousand cups. Life and death are all in an instant, and because of this, I live more and more fiercely.
True Qi ran and rioted in the body without any rules, the tendons were impacted, hidden poison exploded wantonly, and the feeling of blood gushing up in the throat was constant all the time. However, Baili Shu seemed to be ignorant. With a flick of his sleeves, he swept onto the soul-sealing altar made of bones.
Li Xin and Ye Qiusheng fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, their faces were grim, and the talisman in their hands approached the hilt of the "Decision" sword little by little. The blood from the wound on Ye Qiusheng's back was bleeding faster and faster. All of Li Xin's true energy circulated to his arms. At this time, the sleeves of his robe were broken, the muscles in his arms were knotted, and the tiny blood vessels burst open, and his arms were covered with blood.
The white light fell on the soul sealing altar, but it didn't freeze them together.
Li Xin heard someone stepping onto the Soul Sealing Altar, but she didn't even have the strength to look up.
Tick, tick.
Li Xin's pupils shrank slightly, and in his field of vision, drops of blood fell from the air and dripped onto the hilt of "Jue". With every drop of blood, the heavy strength on their shoulders becomes weaker.
With the burden on his back lightened, Li Xin looked up with difficulty.
The young man in a white robe stood with a calm expression. He stretched out his hand, blood slipped from his fingertips and dripped onto the hilt of his sword.
"Bailishu..." Li Xin's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his chest with difficulty.
The heavy strength eased, and Ye Qiusheng, who had already reached his limit, somehow found strength again. He gritted his teeth and handed it over, and the talisman was finally embedded in the groove.
The moment the talisman was pressed onto the hilt, the thin ice that sealed the bone claw also shattered. Pale shards of ice fell one after another, covering Baili Shu and the three of them.