[Rebirth] Chivalry

The foot of Xuanhua Mountain.

Headed by Sky Wujing, the sixteen sects in the Central Plains, including Tanyuan Sword League, Qianji Pavilion, Shuyun Villa, Nanling School, Zangwumen, Kongtong School, Lingchan Ancient Temple and other parties, all gathered here today .

The forces of all parties did not dare to act rashly at the foot of Xuanhua Mountain.Because the Xuanhua Mountain is surrounded by thick fog all the year round, no one can enter without Wu Yazi's guardian.

"Breaking in rashly is just to increase casualties." Elder Zigui of the Kongtong Sect sighed: "I don't know what Wu Yazi thinks..." Zigui suddenly turned around and faced Shi Zhen who was leading the ancient Lingchan Temple. The abbot asked loudly: "What does the abbot think?"

Shizhen, the current current abbot of the ancient Lingchan temple, is just standing there. He was originally a great disciple of Yichan, but because he died in a decisive battle between Yichan and Feng Su five years ago, he took over the position of master, and his spirit will be close to collapse. The Zen Temple was quickly rebuilt to its present glory.

Shi Zhen stopped moving the hand of the rosary, nodded, and walked from the team in the ancient Lingchan Temple to the center of the open space, and said in a calm and resonant voice, "Everyone be quiet!"

"Big sister!" Chu Huaishu felt his sleeves being ripped, looked down, and saw a little girl who was only eight or nine years old with a flat nose and a flushed face in a floral cloth.

Chu Huaixiu frowned, "Little sister, have you lost your family? It's very dangerous here, I'll send someone to take you to your family, okay?"

The girl glanced behind her, shook her head violently, and said eagerly, "Sister, my name is Huaxi! Please, don't go!"

Chu Huaishu stopped abruptly, she was anxious to find her second brother, but she was worried about leaving such a small child in such a messy place, so she looked at Huaxi with some embarrassment.

In order to ensure that everyone can hear, Shi Zhen used three points of his internal energy to raise his voice: "The only ones who can break through the fog of Xuanhua Mountain now are the selected sword masters in the Realm of God!"

"How's the situation?" Bai Junxi asked.

"Jiuyuan Sword Master is almost here," Shi Zhen gave new instructions to the disciples of the ancient Lingchan Temple behind him, and then replied to Bai Junxi.

Bai Junxi nodded: "Before I came here, I heard waves of elegant and melodious qin sounds coming from Xuanhua Mountain, and Feng Su's qin skills have reached perfection and are famous all over the world. It is rumored that his Muxi qin is exactly From Cang..."

Because many people from all walks of life gathered together, the foot of Xuanhua Mountain was full of noise and noise.However, before Bai Junxi finished speaking, the noisy atmosphere at this moment suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then even louder noises broke out.

Looking in the direction where everyone is pointing, he is as unrestrained and casual as Bai Junxi, and he can't help frowning——

The comer was dressed in the same eye-catching red dress as the Wufeng sword master Bai Junxi, but the red on this person's body was not vermilion, but a dark red like dried blood.

Bai Junxi withdrew her gaze - but it was the sword master Quexie among the Eight Swords of the Central Plains, a well-known ugly and evil woman in the world, who was in the clouds.

But Shu Yun didn't pay any attention to the searching gazes around him, lowered his head slightly, and kept stroking the Xie sword, which was the heaviest of the eight swords in his hand.

……

"The sky is boundless, a faint ode..."

The top of Xuanhua Mountain, also known as Wuhui Peak.Ordinary people can feel the steepness of the no-return peak even literally, and it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, unexpectedly, the top of Wuhui Peak is a slightly flat slope, but compared with the previous mountain, this abrupt flat slope looks very unnatural, as if the people who practiced martial arts here are exuding aura. The strength is too domineering and strong, and day after day, the mountain is leveled like a puddle of water.

But at this moment, among the faint white mist surrounding Wuhui Peak, one can vaguely see someone on a slightly higher small rocky slope... No, in fact, it is just a phantom of the soul that gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Sitting on the ground, with a wooden guqin on his knees, he sang:

"The world is like the sky, asking Dingfeng..."

The strings are plucked slightly, and the singing of the Taoist seems to be as far away as the sky, but also seems to be close in front of you.That voice sounded ethereal and clear, as if it had a sacred and mysterious power to cleanse the soul.

"Zhuang Zhou's Butterfly Dream? Dreaming of Butterfly Duke Zhou?"

The Taoist's finger touching the strings trembled slightly, and then he sighed in a low voice, his tone gradually turned gloomy.

"Different ways of martial arts, return to the same wine..."

"Zheng—" At the end of the song, Muxi Guqin let out a high-pitched, helpless cry.The Taoist raised his head, stared at the demon whose murderous desire was soaring in front of him, and just smiled lightly.

"Chen Cuo, you are here."

The Taoist pressed his hands on the piano, and his eyes revealed a hint of clarity.

"Why do you have the aura of the demon world on your body-you have defected to the demon lord, Feng Su?"

The man wearing the black hat smiled hoarsely, and then took off his hat, revealing a hideous and terrifying face covered with knife marks.

"Suyou Xianzun, today by the order of my lord, Chen Cuo needs to take your last soul, so that great things can be accomplished!"

……

"The Pure Killing Sword hasn't arrived yet?" Shi Zhen turned to Wen Yu and said, "Benefactor Wen, do you know the whereabouts of the sword master Mo Qi?"

However, Wen Yu just sat there lazily with her eyes closed, without any movement.

"In that case, please put this thing away, Sword Master Jiuyuan, so that it can restrain that demon to a certain extent." Shi Zhen handed Wei Ruowu a scripture with a faint golden brilliance, and said solemnly: "If you let go The devil enters the pass, and the Central Plains is in danger! The Sword Master of Jiuyuan must..."

The cold and condensed eyes of the sword master in black flicked across the faces of Wu Jian who were present one by one.Wei Mingliu's body froze, and he heard Wei Ruowu say in a deep voice: "Sword masters, please sacrifice your sword intent to protect your body and follow me up the mountain!"

As soon as the words fell, the remaining six current swordsmen, who seemed to be casual and careless, could not help but follow this bold and straight male voice——

In an instant, the earth-shattering sword energy rushed straight into the sky from the foot of Xuanhua Mountain!

Except for one person—

"Hey, hey..." Lin Weisi gripped Zhanqing who was motionless in his hand, and scratched his head helplessly.

……

There is no danger of returning to the peak, Lin Weisi swore that he would never experience it again in this life!

Look up to see the distance to the four swords in front... Lin Weisi gritted his teeth and walked forward almost tremblingly with hands and feet together, but suddenly a strong earthquake came from the ground, almost shaking him off the cliff fall!

And a hand came towards him quickly, lifting him up easily.

"Lin Weisi, follow if you don't want to seek death!" Wei Mingliu gave the young man a cold glance at the pale face, and then continued to move forward quickly.

Because the shock just now was too strong, at this moment, gravels of different sizes rolled down the mountain from time to time, shattering several boulders in a row, but the evil sword master Shu Yun had a faint worry on his brows, and said bluntly: "This what's going on?"

No one answered, but everyone knew it well——

I'm afraid someone has already fought against Wu Yazi!

Wei Ruowu stroked the ancient sword Jiuyuan, who was feeling uneasy, but calmly uttered four words: "Quicken your pace!"

"Tick, tick, tick..."

The Taoist's hands were bloody and bloody as if wounded by a sharp knife. Looking closer, it seemed that he could still see the thick white bones.

It was clearly just a soul body, but bright red blood dripped from the Taoist's fingertips, and the moment that drop of red tears touched the xylophone on the Taoist's knees, it seemed to evaporate... or something swallowed it, Dissipated in an instant.

The Taoist's gray clothes were gradually soaked in blood, and strangely, the originally dim and black wooden guqin between the Taoist's knees began to glow little by little!

At that moment, it seemed as if the sky and the earth were dimmed, leaving only the eternal darkness and gloomy light in front of me!

"Zheng——" the monstrous sound of killing and cutting came from the xylophone, rushing and roaring violently, and directly attacked the demon on the opposite side who was far away from the Taoist!

"puff--"

But at the end, it was the sound of vomiting blood.

"This is the long-lost prison karma killing array song?" Chen Cuo raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth casually, raised his head and laughed: "Not bad... But it's a pity, Suyou Xianzun, you seem to be unable to do it anymore." Play me another song?"

"..." The Taoist didn't seem to hear it, he just gently stroked the Muxi Guqin whose brilliance gradually dimmed and fell silent.

The bloodthirsty desire in his eyes was greatly stimulated, Chen Cuo impatiently held the sword close to him, and sent the sword into the Taoist's heart!

"cough!"

The prison karma killing array song has exhausted the Taoist's lifelong cultivation, and now he has no resistance at all.

And this devil actually...

The Central Plains is in danger!

In desperation, the Taoist finally closed his eyes.

"Mu Xi..."

However, the low-pitched murmur at the moment of death did not attract the attention of the demon whose madness had reached its peak at the moment.

"The Central Plains is at the end of the road, and there are useless people! I will take it with a smile! Hahaha... Let me think, who should be next?" Chen Cuo slowly stroked the not-so-durable sharp blade in his hand, his eyes flickering Full of soaring desire to kill.

The footsteps came together, and then stiffly stopped in place.

He wiped it with his hand in disbelief, why did blood spurt out?

He looked down, and at some point a big hole suddenly appeared on his chest!Chen Cuo's face was full of madness and resentment, and he slowly turned his face to Wu Yazi, who had been lying in ambush all along.

"Clang-clang-clang!!!"

The three insurmountable rapid qin waves are like the thinnest and sharpest hidden weapons in the world, respectively penetrating through Chen Cuo's three deadly places of brain, heart and neck!

The blood was trickling, Chen Cuo opened his eyes wide as he was about to die, he smiled crazily, "Wu Yazi... What's the use of you killing me, ridiculous people think that mere arrogance can restrain the demons in the demon world Lord Fengsu? Now that I have smashed the last soul of Suyou Xianzun, no one can stop my Lord Fengsu from now on! You... all have to die——! "

Wu Yazi swept away with his fly whisk, killing him in an instant. He waited around for a week, but he didn't find any trace of the demon lord Feng Su on the top of Wuhui Peak.

How is this going?Wu Yazi panicked, Chen Cuo could not lie before his death.Feng Su and Su You Xianzun's remnant soul have a relationship?

"Zheng-"

A high-pitched mournful piano sound pierced the sky, as if it wanted to wipe out all the ugly things in this world.

However, after hearing the mournful sound of the Muxi Guqin, the blue brilliance of the whole body immediately disappeared, followed by a slight cracking sound, and in the next second, the Muxi Guqin unexpectedly "bang"—it turned into powder all over the sky, Spread out!

The lingering sound slowly, eventually ceases.

……

The soul-suppressing flag was shattered.

Wei Mingliu was agitated for a while, his internal organs surged with blood, and a stern bloodstain wound down the corner of his mouth.With a pale face, he looked at Wei Ruowu who was surrounded by sprites and monsters in front of him.I can't figure out what the reason is.Obviously no one was close, what method was used to break through the awe-inspiring aura and reactivate Feng Su's consciousness? !

The soul-suppressing pennant was shattered, and even the arrogance he had planted in Wei Ruowu's body was forced out... Who on earth liberated Feng Su?Could it be that Feng Su has other remnants here? !

And it wasn't just Wei Mingliu who noticed that something was wrong with Wei Ruowu right now, Shu Yun, who was extremely sensitive to the devilish energy, pointed his sword at Wei Ruowu, the blood on her face suddenly faded away, and said loudly to the human behind : "This... this is seizing the house! It's Feng Su...it must be Feng Su who can successfully seize the house of Jiuyuan Sword Saint Wei Ruowu!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Yixijian instantly lifted the tip of Xiejian's sword, Wei Mingliu didn't have time to see Wei Ruowu's state, so he shielded Wei Ruowu behind him, and said angrily: "Shu Yun, do you want to go out to Wei Ruowu? sword?"

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they all looked at the Jiuyuan sword master who was leaning behind Yixi sword - only to see that Wei Ruowu was surrounded by thick demonic energy, and the screaming ominous spirit moved towards them. The roar was provocative, and the ground was full of fierce and hostile energy.Apart from Feng Su, I'm afraid there is no one else!There is nothing they can do about Feng Su's spirit body, if he is allowed to win the body of the Sword Master again...

With one hand, he gently picked up Jiuyuan's ancient sword. Unexpectedly, Jiuyuan was quietly held by the owner of that hand, instead of being bitten by him as usual.The owner of that hand put Jiuyuan back into Wei Ruowu's hand, and then, using himself as a fulcrum, leaned Jiuyuan Swordmaster on him, as if Jiuyuan Swordmaster had never fallen.

"I believe him." A deep and gentle male voice sounded, only three words were spoken, but there was a firmness that could not be ignored and could not be moved.

Ignoring the surprised gazes, Wei Mingliu stared at the pale and bloodless face of the man in his arms, and said word by word: "He will not lose to Feng Su."

"He won't die."

Wei Mingliu gently wiped away the blood oozing from Wei Ruowu's skin for Wei Ruowu, all fear was suppressed in his eyes, only firmness remained.

"But we will never let that devil succeed!"

"Yes, we can't let him get the body of the Juggernaut!"

"What are you talking about! The Juggernaut has paid a lot for the Central Plains, and his safety is my Central Plains' safety!"

"The Juggernaut has compassion in his heart, he must not bear to see the Central Plains broken, and he will choose to perish with that devil..."

However, following the word 'Jing' slowly rising in the air, formed by the gathering of pale golden qi, everyone was amazed at the profound cultivation that can make zhenqi materialize, and gradually became quiet.

"Jiuyuan Sword Saint is a truly brave man that the poor monk has seen. He has devoted himself to the Central Plains and worked so hard. The words of everyone present can not help but make the poor monk feel a little bit chilled." Abbot Shi Zhen looked around at the people who were ashamed. , said in a deep voice: "The sword master is the mainstay of the Central Plains. If he is lost, the Central Plains will be miserable. The poor monk thinks that he should be given time."

"Wei Ruowu!" However, time was very shameless, starting from Wei Ruowu's right hand and extending to his whole body, another round of intense convulsions began, Wei Ruowu's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose began to overflow with bright red blood .Feeling that the temperature of the body in his arms was getting colder, Wei Mingliu reached out and touched the tip of the other's nose—even his breathing became lighter and lighter.

Unable to restrain himself, Wei Mingliu felt cold all over his body and kept trembling. He buried his head on the shoulder of the Sword Master of Jiuyuan,

"Wei Mingliu?!" Bai Junxi approached, a little worried: "You..." Then he stopped, because he saw the other party's eyes full of despair and bloodshot eyes that were about to collapse.

"Don't come here!" Wei Mingliu pointed at Bai Junxi with Yixi Sword, and ordered him to back away. His gaze swept over the pity or nervous gazes around him, and finally stopped in a peaceful gaze.

It was Wu Yazi who came.Everyone made way for him.

Wu Yazi walked straight up to Wei Mingliu, and said in a deep voice: "Mingliu, let go of Wei Ruowu, he is my disciple, I understand his current situation. I also just found out that the soul of Suyou Xianzun is bound A remnant soul, that remnant soul... is Feng Su. Chen Cuo killed the remnant soul of Suyou Xianzun, which is equivalent to liberating Feng Su. If Wei Ruowu is still saved, do you think I will not save him? My disciple? We—we have long been prepared to sacrifice at any time."

"What did you say?" Wei Mingliu said softly, "You want to give up on Wei Ruowu and your disciple, right?"

"If Wei Ruowu was sober, he would have made the same choice. Do you understand? We can't bring Feng Su back to life, if..." Wu Yazi suffocated, he looked at the young man, his eyes were full of despair and pain, But there is no expression on the surface, the young man is trying his best to restrain his emotions, because the young man knows that only he will choose to protect Wei Ruowu now.

Wu Yazi avoided the young man's sight, and his chest felt a sharp pain, that was the disciple he single-handedly raised, how could he be willing to do so!but--

"This is a sacrifice I had to make for God to come to the mainland..."

Shi Zhen's hand shaking the rosary trembled, and then he saw the two people who were surrounded by the crowd at the moment, and there were only two people sitting silently on the stone platform at the top of the peak, and he let out a long sigh.

Who would have expected that the Sword Saint of Jiuyuan had paid so much for the Central Plains, and the only one who stood by his side desperately was Wei Mingliu.

"No, look—"

Lying in Wei Mingliu's arms, the original long black hair of the Sword Master was slowly emitting a coquettish and strange red light!Not only that, but when he took a closer look, his tightly closed brows and eyes were no longer as cold and solemn as before, but replaced by a faintly bewitching and fatal evil spirit!

"Bam—"

The rosary beads handed down from generation to generation by the abbots in the ancient Lingchan Temple belonged to exorcising evil spirits, but they were suddenly broken due to approaching the sword master.

Shi Zhen took a deep breath, knowing the situation without any further hesitation, he and Wu Yazi looked at each other, and ordered decisively: "Kill—"

One word seemed to have exhausted all his strength, Wu Yazi tried his best to endure the impatience in his heart, and he no longer wanted to look at the two people on the stone platform.

"Wei Ruowu..." Wei Mingliu touched Wei Ruowu's cold cheek, and said softly, "These are the people you want to protect, aren't they? But they are not worth it."

The ever-approaching killing intent caused Yixi Sword Spirit to spontaneously protect the master, and the silver light on the blade exploded, directly knocking the low-level monks to the ground. Wei Mingliu looked coldly at the group of disciples who had surrounded them , said in a low tone: "Whoever wants to kill him, I will kill him!"