Chapter 789 How to Choose
The day is like night, and the ink clouds are densely covered.
By the light of Sword Master Yu Yuan's sword that cut through the sky, one could vaguely see the speeding flying clouds pressing down on the Tianshan Sword Tomb, surging and rolling.
Taking advantage of the violent wind and chaos, the vision suddenly surged.
In a remote mountain forest on a snowy road, Lu Zhuang, who was covered in blood and veins, was thrown heavily to the ground.
The blood and tendons are like tubes, frantically absorbing the essence and blood in Lu Zhuang's body.
Red threads as thin as tentacles kept drilling into his body.
Lu Zhuang didn't know what was happening in the outside world. He could only vaguely hear the whistling wind outside the blood veins that were as dense as a wall.
The pain in his body was almost paralyzing, and the evil power rushing into his meridians made his body almost burst.
But he could feel that the internal organs, spiritual power, and blood essence in his body were depleting at an alarming rate.
The after-effects of this life-eating sword seemed to be torn apart his limbs and bones.
The terrifying sword energy kept biting his consciousness, and there seemed to be the sounds of countless ghosts sobbing and howling in his mind.
A crazier feeling of suffocation came over him, and Lu Zhuang's thoughts began to become chaotic.
Suddenly.
The layers of bloody tendons covering the face were suddenly torn apart by a hand.
The darkness in front of his eyes suddenly cleared, and the cold air unique to winter filled his nose.
Lu Zhuang greedily sucked in the fresh air as if he had been reborn, like a fish that had been offshore for a long time and finally returned to the sea.
My vision, distorted and blurred by lack of oxygen, gradually returned to clarity.
He tilted his head sideways and saw a familiar face under the dim light of the forest.
Lu Zhuang's eyes widened, as if he was extremely shocked, and he said in a solemn voice: "Yi...Yichuan?"
Ye Yichuan was wearing a long robe, but it was not the school uniform of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
He held half a dissipating white piece in his hand, and when he rubbed his fingers, the white piece turned into ashes.
He shook his sleeves, took out a long sword that shone with cold light and was as thin as cicada wings, and raised his arm to chop it down.
The sword energy fell horizontally, chopping up all the bloody tentacles on Lu Zhuang's body, turning them into withered blood frost, mottled and fragile.
In just such a short time, Lu Zhuang's body had become shriveled and thin, and his cheeks were sunken.
It is true that most of Shouyuan's cultivation has been lost.
He sat there tiredly with his sword in hand, and steeled himself to look up at Ye Yichuan.
He smiled bitterly: "I never thought that you saved me in the end."
Ye Yichuan shook his head and said: "Being used by others without knowing it, You are really stupid. So what if you risk your life to cut off the Yuanli Sword Star Cord? "
Lu Zhuang endured the pain in his heart and coughed twice, but his helpless smile became more intense. A bit free and easy.
"I didn't plan to survive today, but I didn't expect you to save me. Now that Tianxi Sword Sect is in chaos, Bailiyu has no time to take care of a small fish like me.
Devil The river buries the heart by itself After dealing with him, if I have the chance to leave here, I can live a peaceful life for a few years. But..."
At this point, Lu Zhuang's eyes showed a trace of guilt: "Yichuan, after all. I even I'm tired of you."
Ye Yichuan frowned and chuckled: "Between you and me, why bother talking about who will hurt whom? But I'm curious, when Lu Zhuang decided to do this, what happened? Have you ever thought about religion? My fellow disciples.
Even though you hate the sect master, there are many comrades in the Sword Sect who are sympathetic to you. Do you feel shaken and guilty towards them? ”
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Lu Zhuang was startled, at a loss for a moment, and then whispered: "How can we be ruthless if we are not just grass and trees?"
Ye Yichuan said: "But you still did it, and you succeeded in burying your heart and pushed your fellow disciples away." Got in Abyss."
Lu Zhuang's eyes were firm: "There is no way to have both in this world. If you want to break the shackles, you must learn to choose. In my heart, nothing is more important than Master Ji Pei. "
"Break the shackles and learn to make choices..." Ye Yichuan chuckled: "That's true, Lu Zhuang, it seems that there is a reason why you can become friends with me."
Lu Zhuang stood up unsteadily with his sword in hand. He looked at Ye Yichuan with complicated eyes and said solemnly: "Whether you believe it or not, it was not my intention to kill you that night."
Ye Yichuan lowered his eyes: "I know."
Lu Zhuang hesitated and said: "The Tianxi Sword Sect is definitely not a good place. Besides, the purpose of burying the heart this time is Tianshan Xingsuo, and his moves have always been accurate.
Although only one of the thirteen ropes has been broken now, there is a great possibility that they can all be broken by means of burying the heart. With this action, he has set up a huge situation.
Once death is imminent, even your father may not be able to protect himself. I know it is ridiculous and shameless to say such a thing.
But Yichuan, I still hope you can go down the mountain with me now and stay away from these right and wrongs
Bailiyu himself has done too many evil things, and now he has received his retribution. You, a little disciple, cannot change it. "
Ye Yichuan raised his eyebrows, as if he thought his words were unreasonable.
"You mean that I went down the mountain with you to live in seclusion together, and didn't care about everything, and then I didn't know what happened. Where and when my father died tragically in battle and I couldn't even look at him? ”
Being questioned in such a serious manner, Lu Zhuang felt more and more ashamed. He lowered his head, not knowing what to say.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
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The forest wind rustled, Lu Zhuang blinked, and his attention was suddenly attracted by the extraordinary spiritual power of the silver cold sword in Ye Yichuan's hand.
The sword was slender and slender, with a thin and sharp edge. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and had a layer of fine lines of frost and snow woven like a silkworm cocoon, which was astonishingly cold.
Looking at its appearance, it is clearly a top-quality fairy weapon.
Lu Zhuang suddenly felt something strange in his heart.
Ye Yichuan's biological mother came from a poor family, and his father Ye Qingzhou was also strict in educating his children and overindulging in indulgence. You must know that the romantic sword he used was only a top-quality fairy weapon.
Why would he find such a strange sword for his son?
Besides, isn’t the thunder technique he practices?
Speaking of which, it was this sword that broke through the Life-Eating Sword just now.
When did Ye Yichuan become so secretive?
Before Lu Zhuang could discern clearly what the ancient characters imprinted on the sword were, Ye Yichuan's calm voice sounded: "What's going on with your sword?"
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Lu Zhuangxin said that you have finished asking my questions, what should I ask you again?
Lv Zhuang did not conceal the arrangements for Burial Heart: "He sacrificed the life-eating sword, Burial Heart, with half of his demonic essence. If the blood energy is used to activate the sword energy, it can break the star rope."< br>
He smiled bitterly: "To put it bluntly, life is the power to burn the sword. , with my cultivation, I can only cut off one star cord."
"How many do you think I can cut off?"
"What? ?" Lu Zhuang was startled and looked up at him, only to see Ye Yichuan smiling.
"I'm joking, but I suggest you hand this sword over to me to solve the problem. With your current physical condition, if you continue to keep this sword by your side, I'm afraid it will be extremely harmful to your health."
Lv The strange feeling in Zhuang's heart became stronger, as if there was an invisible thread wandering in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it clearly.
He shook his head and said: "No, I need to return this sword to Burial Heart, I can't give it to you."
Ye Yichuan sighed and said: "That's all, it's up to you." See He did not continue to insist on asking for the sword. The strange doubts in Lu Zhuang's heart were somewhat dispelled, and he did not want to stay in Baituo Mountain for too long.
He saluted Ye Yichuan with a heavy heart: "Anyway, thank you for your help today. Tianxi's future is uncertain, so I hope you will take it seriously."
Ye Yichuan didn't care too much about him. , and also returned the same courtesy.
His tone was inexplicably sad: "Have a good journey."
Lu Zhuang nodded, and when he turned around, his heart suddenly felt cold.
A strong wind rose in the forest, bringing up the blood drops falling from the sword's edge.
The double-edged cold sword did not encounter any obstruction, like ice like water, breaking through Lu Zhuang's broad back.
The cold and thin sword tip penetrated his chest inch by inch.
The blade of the sword, which can be used to detect people, hardly retains blood. The bright red blood beads roll without congealing, like bright red coral beads, blooming into a red flower at Luzhuang's feet.
The sword inserted from the back was until it had no handle. It was not until the sword grid pressed against Lu Zhuang's cold back that his blank brain felt pain and realized what happened. .
The sound of wind in the surrounding areas fell on his ears, and suddenly it became so quiet.
Only the sound of blood drops falling to the ground was clear to my ears, faint but hitting my heart hard.
A cold feeling of suffocation suddenly came over him. Lu Zhuang opened his mouth wordlessly, but was choked by a mouthful of blood foam due to the howling wind.
The sword in front of his chest buzzed, as if he was about to withdraw it.
Lu Zhuang's eyes trembled, and he stretched out his hand blankly to hold the sword's edge.
The palm of his hand was cut sharply, but he held it tightly as if he didn't know the pain, and his wrist was shaking violently.
He slowly turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on Ye Yichuan's face full of honesty and betrayal without blinking.
The dark eyes were too tired to bear any strong emotion of shock.
Lu Zhuang's pale face looked as haggard as death, with a shadow of despair and death cast under his eyelids.
The blood foam he coughed up wet and stained Ye Yichuan's face, which looked cool but was actually cold after his father.
“I can’t understand.”
Ye Yichuan did not answer, his lowered eyes looked extremely calm, and he could not see the guilt and pain of killing his best friend with his own hands.
He first took the life-eating sword from Lu Zhuang's hand and carried it on his back.
He sighed and said: "I told you, Lu Zhuang, you are really stupid. You were taken advantage of without knowing it, and your life was wasted. Do you think it's hard or not?"
< br>"You..." Lu Zhuang opened his eyes wide, but was unable to accuse. He could only smile sadly: "Who are you?" "Human?"
Ye Yichuan laughed softly, but without emotion: "I come from the small town of Nanhe on the border. My name is Ye Yichuan. My mother died when I was nine years old. I joined the Tianxi Sword Sect just to collect Ye Qingzhou’s corpse..."
"Chi--"
He suddenly pulled out the sword that penetrated Lu Zhuang's chest, and the sharp blade cut off all five of his fingers without mercy.
Blood spattered, staining half of Ye Yichuan's cheeks red.
Lu Zhuang's body lost its support and fell on the chest of the person behind him.
Ye Yichuan had no expression on his face and allowed Lu Zhuang to slide down from his body little by little, leaving a long trail of blood on his clothes.
He lowered his eyes, looked at Lu Zhuang and said coolly: "You want me to go down the mountain? Ye Qingzhou died in a place I don't know and can't see. In this life, even if I die, I can't rest in peace!"
Lu Zhuang, who fell at his feet, finally saw clearly the two words engraved on the spiritual sword as cold as ice and snow in his hand.
"Han Zhi!"
Lü Zhuang's eyes were shocked, and he seemed to be coming back to his senses as he was dying.
He suddenly took action, grabbed his sleeve tightly, and said excitedly: "This is...this is!!!"
Ye Yichuan let him pull and did not break away.
He raised the sword in front of his eyes and said calmly: "Yes, this is the Hanzhi Sword, the personal sword of Master Yin of Cangwu Palace."
He glanced at Lu Zhuang glanced at it and said, "It's very useful, isn't it?"
Even when he was penetrated through the chest and his life was taken away, Lu Zhuang never showed any trace of hatred. At this moment, his eyes were as if he wanted to eat someone.
"What did you do to her! What did you do to her!"
"Don't worry, I won't hurt her."
Ye Yichuan sighed, squatted down, and reached out to wipe away the blood spattered on Lu Zhuang's face.
“I know that your Lord Ji Pei’s true loyalty has never been to the Tianxi Sword Sect, but to the Empress Zhongyou.
You love Wujiwu, where is Ji Pei’s heart? I went there with all my heart.
Palace Master Yin, who carries the Black Emperor Jade with her all day long, is the recognized Crown Princess of Zhongyou Imperial City.
Although Ji Pei doesn't say it openly, he has secretly solved a lot of troubles for her over the past two hundred years. You people are all jealous of her. I all know it, Lu Zhuang. "
His tone was soft and gentle, but I don't know how much true love and falsehood was in it: "So I won't hurt her. This can be regarded as fulfilling our friendship for so many years. "
The hand that was holding on to his sleeve, after hearing these words, finally let go little by little.
Lu Zhuang's eyes became more and more distracted, and he murmured something that he didn't know he was talking about. What? I was too weak to hear clearly.
Until his chapped lips finally stopped moving, Ye Yichuan reached out his hand to close his eyes expressionlessly.
"Are you going to die with your eyes closed? It seems that you still blame me in your heart after all. If we..."
At this point, Ye Yichuan's voice paused and did not continue.
He stood up and raised his palm, striking out a bolt of thunder and fire, burning Lu Zhuang's body into ashes.
Ruchen's ashes were rolled up and collected by him, and he said calmly: "You are right, if you want to break the shackles, you must learn to make choices.
Lu Zhuang, you and I have been together since the beginning. It was a different path from the beginning, but since you are willing to treat me as your friend until death, Sword Master Yu, I will kill for you.”
"After everything is over, I will take you back to Zhongyou."
The wind and snow are lingering, falling lonely through the dark clouds in the sky.
This was a loud noise in the sky, and the Tianshan Mountains shook and exploded. Amidst the mournful screams of thousands of swords, a scarlet thunder light bathed the winged bird and soared into the sky, crashing into the Tianshan Mountains and the sky.
Ye Yichuan squinted his eyes from the wind and snow, looked at the sword pavilion and put it down.
He smiled lowly and said: "Erhe Buried Heart, but there are two brushes. The soul of Yuanli Sword is completely dead. Now that it has become a fact, Bailiyu can't save himself. Duanmo this time , I’m afraid I’ve run out of energy.”
"It's interesting, come see me again and turn him upside down."
Ye Yichuan smiled slightly, put on a red and black sword outfit, the life-eating sword on his back flashed, and a red light merged into his sleeve. .
His sword thought came out: "Sect Master, I found a clue of rebellion in Muyanglin, and I hope that the Sect Master will come and take a look!"
(End of this chapter)
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