Chapter 434 Broken Leg
Although most of the righteous people trapped in the demon territory were very unhappy with his behavior of protecting his shortcomings, they had no choice but to refrain from the attack due to his identity.
Although accepting a demon disciple is the only stain in the life of this upright and dignified gentleman. It is difficult to cover up the stain on a blank sheet of paper, but the majesty of the sword master Jinxian cannot be offended by a stain the size of a dot of ink.
What's more, the deceased was a member of Cangwu Palace, and the sect leader had not yet expressed his stance on the attack, so it was their turn to keep chattering.
The murder of Zhi Su was temporarily suppressed, but it also planted a black seed in everyone's heart.
Although it has not yet sprouted, Fang Geyu believes that as long as it rains in time, this black seed will eventually grow into an unstoppable towering tree.
It is rainy season in Taiqi Mountain, and it has been rainy all day long since the beginning of the war.
The righteous way killed all three thousand true demons at a high cost, but the forces from all sides are still entrenched in the mountain and have not left.
After all, the real danger to Shouhe has not yet been eradicated, and all the sacrifices made along the way cannot end up in vain.
A few days later, something happened again in Cangwu Palace.
What happened was Lin Xi, the Ninth Tibetan Hall, Xianle Hall, who was responsible for setting up a barrier to block and purify the demonic energy in the mountain.
Unlike the sudden and tragic death of Zhisu of the Xuanwu Palace without anyone noticing, Lin Xi returned to the camp dying with serious injuries.
When she came back, everyone knew that the Ninth Hall Master Youfu’s spiritual light had been extinguished, his spiritual consciousness was completely shattered, and he was determined not to survive.
She held on for a breath, and the first thing she said was her request to see the Master of Tianxi Sword.
Everyone saw her curled up in the arms of the sword master, her blood-stained lips constantly mumbling. Because of the sound transmission method, others could not hear what she said.
I saw her squeezing the sword master's wrist tightly, her eyes filled with blazing obsession.
They could see the gentle brows of the sword master gradually frowning, and the brows were furrowed very deeply. In the dim rainy night, there seemed to be flames and lightning dancing in his eyes.
Then, he nodded imperceptibly, with a very soft voice: "I know."
Lin Xi suddenly opened her eyes wide, filled with deep shock and Puzzled, the nails of the hand that grabbed his wrist were almost embedded into the flesh, and blood dripped from her fingers.
His palm was placed on the back of her heart, constantly delivering spiritual power, but it could only delay time.
He took a deep breath and looked down at her: "I know everything you said. Is there anything else you want to explain?"
Lin Xi never heard from her again, and the last person left behind was One sentence is...
"The Sword Master's disciples must never be left in the world again!"
Fang Geyu saw the man's palm tremble, and the one holding his wrist tightly The hand finally let go and fell limply.
His bright blood color still remains in the delicately trimmed nails.
Never stay in the human world again...
If the dead have no words to prove, it can be said that the designs of the demon clan are infinite, but now such a living person left the last words before his death. It can be said to be irrefutable evidence.
Everyone was trembling with fear.
The disciples of the Sword Sect were indeed terrifying. They first killed Zhi Su of the Four Halls, and then Lin Xi of the Ninth Hall.
She has killed all the immortals living in the legend one by one. No one knows who will die next.
"Where is the sword master planning to go?" Yin Baishuang, who took Lin Xi's body, looked at him and turned around, as if preparing to leave.
“Go find my disciple.”
After throwing these words, he disappeared into the heavy rain curtain, and no one could sense his breath anymore, just like Between heaven and earth, there is no trace of him.
He was gone for two whole days.
Two days later, the heavy rain stopped. The sword master's aura emerged from the mountain again.
Everyone looked for the breath and chased after it.
Finally, they found him in a valley.
The sky is frosty and azure, and the white petals of wild flowers are scattered among the roads and fields. Their decayed color makes this barren valley look pristine.
The Lord Sword Master sat alone under an ancient dead tree. Three feet away from him, in the land covered with petals, bright red blood spread out. .
His disciple A'luo was kneeling in the pool of blood. His black hair had been messy from the rain, and his face was as white as a ghost that had just been fished out of the water.
Her thin body was trembling slightly, and her hands were struggling to hold on the ground, as if she had been tortured. Blood flowed from the hem of her skirt.
It could be seen that just simply kneeling there was already very difficult for her.
Because the bones of her legs... were broken.
If it were not for the support of both arms, I am afraid that the whole person would fall down.
Only then did everyone realize that under the sword master, there was a ruler engraved with the Heavenly Seal sword pattern discarded, and it was covered with Yanyan blood stains.
He even took out the Tianxi Ruler.
Everyone was stunned and whispering.
"How could this... be so cruel?"
"The sword master has only accepted one apprentice like this in his life. He is famous for protecting his shortcomings. He is usually very kind to her. Youjia, I really didn’t expect that I would be lucky enough to see the sword master break her legs one day when he got so angry.”
"I think she deserves it. This witch killed two masters of the Cangwu Palace. She committed a heinous crime! Not to mention asking her to have two legs. Even if she is asked to confess her crime, it is not an exaggeration to receive the Heavenly Thunder Initiation."
"There is no way to escape the punishment, but I see that this sword master is really cruel. After all, he has been keeping his disciple by his side for hundreds of years. He is such a beautiful woman. Being beaten into such a bloody state is really unbearable.”
“How could he be so cruel? How could he be like this if he wasn’t so angry? How could a saint be so betrayed? Sit down calmly and reason with the traitor? "
In the midst of these whispers, the man sitting under the tree slowly closed his eyes.
From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.
Aluo, who was kneeling stubbornly on the ground, finally couldn't bear the pain in his body. After kneeling for two days with broken bones, he finally fell to the ground and fainted.
The night is full of dew.
In the camp tent, Aluo was still unconscious.
It seems that Cangwu Palace is not in a hurry to ask Tianxi Sword Sect for the murderer.
A fire was burning in a charcoal pot in a corner of the tent.
There was a pool of tears on the bronze candle on the table, and the weak light flickered silently. Under the warm light, his handsome profile was actually a little hazy.
"Junior brother, what happened in the past two days?" Yun Rong replaced a new candle lamp, and the darkness in the tent was somewhat dispelled by the warm orange light.
He was silent for a long time and whispered: "I don't know, I didn't ask her anything, and she... didn't say anything."
Yun Rong didn't believe that he didn't say anything. Asked, he immediately broke her legs.
She said with a headache: "So, she did it herself?"
(End of this chapter)