There was originally a big pine tree in Sunset Manor. Right in the main courtyard, no one can ignore it.
The pine tree was so huge that five or six people could not hug it together. The trunk was gnarled and the needles were like a canopy, blocking out the sky and the sun.
Wu Shayu once sat under a tree to receive the swordsman and his entourage from Changfa Manor who came to negotiate, and arranged three sword fights under the tree, including the swordsman round.
It's just that this is inside the Sunset Manor, and the battlefield of the grand arena is at the entrance of the Sunset Manor. Today's guests have no chance to see this scenery, and they have no chance to praise: "This is really a long-lived and immortal pine."
However, now, this large pine tree that has been growing for many years has been cut in half vertically from the crown to the roots.
The tree trunk parted, revealing an old man sitting cross-legged inside.
It's an acquaintance.
As a foreign swordsman like Tang Zhao, he shouldn't be very familiar with this person, but Xingqi was familiar with him.
Isn't this the chief manager of Changfa Manor, Xing Cang?
The invisible owner who claimed to have mastered the Changfa Manor was a participant in the first sword fight just now, and he sailed through the first fight without any faults.
Although there were various legends about him at that time, his appearance was really just an ordinary, bad old man.
Now Xing Cang's appearance when sitting in the big pine tree is quite different. He was wearing a Bagua crane cloak, with a jade hairpin on his head and a purple gold crown. He sat cross-legged on the back of a turtle. Although he still had a big beard, he already had an air of immortality.
But no matter how elegantly he dressed up, he couldn't hide the horror of suddenly seeing the light of day again.
Since Tang Zhao confirmed that it was him, he was not polite and dropped his long sword:
"Golden Tiger!"
There was no formed tiger, only a tiger head with brilliant golden light that slashed down like a tiger descending the mountain. The sword energy and sword energy were enough to crack mountains and crack rocks!
The Golden Tiger was originally a single-target attack developed by Tang Zhao. It is also the sharpest sword in Jing Xing's swordsmanship. It can chop continuously in the shape of a tiger's head and is used in daily combat.
At this time, Tang Zhao came with the momentum of victory. His sword energy, momentum, and determination were all mobilized to the extreme. This sword was not something that any swordsman could resist.
boom!
A pillar of light rose, and everyone who seemed to be fighting in front of the turtle shell sacrificial array couldn't help but turn around.
Sunset Lord hiding in the corner couldn't help but be stunned, then trembled with fear, and shouted: "Great Sage! Hurry, Xingqing pushed me..."
However, Xingqing didn't say anything. When he turned around, he saw that everyone was already fighting on their own. Many survivors present gathered around with hostility, and they would kill anyone who saw Sunset Manor. His swordsmen were in chaos.
He quickly pulled a few levers on his wheelchair and sent out a signal, calling his swordsmen to come closer to him.
At this time, Xingqing, who he trusted most in the past and could be called his right-hand man, was still the most loyal. Although he was in a bad situation, he still braved his injuries and rushed forward to come to him.
Wu Shayu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone coming next to him - since he was paralyzed, although he was still a swordsman, his courage was gone and he could no longer walk independently.
He kept saying: "Fortunately, the great sage is in trouble, let's go and save him."
Xingqing did not obey immediately, and quickly said: "Master, can we still care about others?"
Wu Shayu was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Xingqing said: "Look at this situation... Not to mention the people who sacrificed in the formation, the rest are our enemies. The Great Venerable... Gui Rong is dead, and there is no deterrence. His subordinate is pretending Xingqi just wanted to run away, but I don’t know who killed him. Now we are the most conspicuous target. If you are still thinking about protecting others at this time, isn’t that adding fuel to the fire? "
Wu Shayu looked at the chaos in front of him with his old eyes, and gradually came to his senses, and said: "Then let's... let's get married, and let's take care of ourselves? Let's go, gather our people, and follow me to the sculpture. . Open the passage, Sunset Manor is no longer needed, it’s important to save your life first.”
The light went out, revealing the sunken ground.
It turned out that the big pine tree was gone and evaporated out of thin air, leaving only a big pit and some burnt brown charcoal. Three feet of the ground were cut off by this sword.
However, Xing Cang was still fine. Although he was in a very embarrassed state and had climbed to the edge of the pit in a rolling and crawling posture, he was actually unscathed.
On his body, there is still a shield of power that has not passed away, covering his whole body, like a silhouette, chaotic and translucent, very similar to the turtle shell on the sacrificial array.
However, after the powerful sword strike just now, only a thin layer of protective cover was left, which was offset by the sword strike just now.
Fortunately, power is still flowing in, and the protective shield is absorbing power and thickening visibly to the naked eye.
Although the protective cover is thin, just like the powerful warrior, this power is endless and indestructible. Unless a warrior encounters the power of death, he can recover even if he is cut into pieces. The same is true for Xing Cang in the protective shield. As long as he can still extract power, he will not be destroyed.
And now, the source of this protective power is in the turtle formation. Although it is not as inexhaustible as the power of Gangliang Mountain, there are still many swordsmen among the many people who have been sacrificed. It has a long lifespan, so it can probably be smoked for many hours, right?
There are Yuan envoys attacking on the other side of the sacrificial formation. If the turtle shell is broken over there, Xing Cang will be without protection and he will be in danger. Before that, Xing Cang is considered invincible.
Similarly, it would not be easy for him to use such power to deal with Tang Zhao. It is not his own power, and it is not so flexible to use. It is more practical to defend by stacking it up.
This is a seemingly fragile, momentary but indestructible balance.
Tang Zhao looked at him, his long sword drooped, and he said, "As expected of the mastermind behind the organization of so many people. It's really dark. It's good to see the light now. But no one appreciates it here, so it can't be shown." Why don't we take you out to appreciate your great achievements together?"
Xing Cang escaped from the panic and regained his composure. He sat cross-legged on the ground again, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered. His expression was more and more different from the Xing Cang in Tang Zhao's impression. He really looked a bit solemn.
He said normally: "You can do as you please. If you are willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with a group of the most despicable and filthy slave owners and businessmen to appreciate my downfall, share joy and sorrow with them, and share the same goal, then of course there is no problem."
Um?
Tang Zhao was a little surprised, not because he was touched by these words, but because he heard Xing Cang's point of view when he said this: he believed that Tang Zhao and the manor owners were not in the same camp, and he should dislike them.
How is this determined? After all, Tang Zhao is just a thug hired by Changfa Manor.
There's something about the old guy.
Tang Zhao thought about this, smiled and shook his head, and said: "How do you say you are like a martyr to become a saint? Or you are a self-proclaimed fighter against slave owners, and the sacrifice is to eliminate violence and bring peace? Don't you realize what you are? Isn't it? Leaving aside those manor owners and slave traders, the ones you pressed under the formation and howled in pain, weren't there also those swordsman slaves? What's the difference between you and the slave owner? You won't say that you are suffering these things for the sake of your Excellency's overall situation. People don’t matter, right?”
Xing Cang sighed: "They won't suffer."
Tang Zhao said "huh?" again, and Xing Cang continued: "They are all dead."
…
Tang Zhao was speechless for a while, then said: "What you said is quite reasonable."
Xing Cang said: "What I extract is not strength or vitality, but lifespan. Lifespan is God's will, and losing it will not hurt. Instead, the pain suffered by these people is the internal and external injuries caused by the collapsed stands. But now they are still suffering Those who are tortured are those evil slave owners. Only they have a long life left. The lives of those swordsmen are as short as morning dew, and they died peacefully without suffering. They don’t have to suffer in the world. This is also my gift to them. .”
Seeing Tang Zhao's disdainful expression, he said directly without waiting for the other party to speak: "You are an outsider and don't understand the pain of the sword slave. Every moment of the sword slave's life is painful. He was driven by others during his lifetime, and fell into the world after his death. Shadow Abyss cannot be reincarnated, and it is already a luxury to hope for a good death. Being able to die like this now is already a great happiness. I helped them escape. But those slave owners were much more painful. Death is not painful, the painful thing is waiting to die. , still suffering physical and mental torture and waiting for death, those sinners deserve this retribution."
Tang Zhao sneered: "If they really want to be free, they can commit suicide. You don't need to 'help' them."
Xing Cang shook his head and said: "They want to die, but they don't dare to die. The terror of death is engraved in their bones. They are used to being oppressed and they don't even dare to hope for the freedom of death. Now I allow them to die freely and deprive them of everything. The slave owners are still wailing and waiting to die. Isn’t this the greatest gift?”
Tang Zhao shook his head and said: "I really regret that I didn't kill you directly just now. I didn't feel anything when I killed you just now, but now I feel like vomiting after chatting for a while. How dare you make sophistry here! The so-called longevity association you organized thinks that others don't know I have heard about it. The members in the association are all the evil slave owners you said. How can there be an oppressed sword slave? They support you, obey your orders, and arrange this arena, all with you as the master. Just to share the lifespan that was deprived from the sword slaves and their colleagues from you, how come you have become someone who thinks about the sword slaves? The slave master who deprived everything...the sword slaves were deprived of only a few years. Life span, but you took it all away, and then made yourself fatter. But you said you gave them gifts... Is there anyone more disgusting than you? And..."
Moreover, if these things were done half a month ago, then the only thing that might be taken away from those sword slaves is their life span, but if they do it today, they will actually take away something very, very precious.
That's hope.
The hope of freedom.
That was Tang Zhao's gift to all the sword slaves of Gangliang Mountain. But along with his life span, he was deprived of it by Xing Cang.
There is only one last step left. If those sword slaves can leave this arena, they may be able to see a different scenery.
Tang Zhao didn't know whether they had any regrets at the last moment, but Tang Zhao was quite sorry.
Tang Zhao didn't want to think any more and mentioned his sword: "Your defense is indeed very difficult, but it is not impossible to break. It's just that I didn't think it was worth using my sword skills for people like you before. Now I look at your disgusting look. But I don’t hesitate anymore. Although your dog’s life is not worth it, it is worth it to let me understand my thoughts. Go to hell——”
The tip of his sword was gleaming.
Hearing "crack", Xing Cang's eyes were full of confidence, but when he heard "sword technique", he flashed a trace of panic and shouted: "Wait a minute!"
Tang Zhao frowned slightly and said, "Why, you still want to leave a last message? Those people you killed didn't have a chance to say a word before they died."
Xing Cang said hurriedly: "The life span I collected has not enriched myself, it is still here." As he said this, he held out a turtle shell. The chaotic aura of the great sacrificial array was condensed on the shell, but it was much denser.
Tang Zhao frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
Xing Cang thought to himself that he really knew what he was asking and was hypocritically refusing to ask for it directly, but at the critical moment he had to make it clearer: "Anyone can use these lifespans. It can also be you!"
