Tang Huailan's eyes widened. She saw Mu Wan holding herself up with one hand to prevent the handle of the knife from being pierced deeper. But it cannot be pulled out hastily, otherwise the blood loss will be more serious. But her head was clearly stuck to the ground, her arched body was like an arch bridge that could collapse at any time, and the sharp triangular pyramid in the gap was always in danger of being completely submerged. An injury of this degree is probably hopeless.
Huailan didn't have much time to worry about others. She immediately stood up and used the remaining half of the barrier knife to block Tang He's slashing. Shanhai summoned the overwhelming talisman several times. But every time, Tang He just waved his hand, and they were reduced to ashes by invisible fire in the air.
"Hand her over."
Tang He stared fiercely into Huailan's eyes. She said nothing and tried to stagger the blades. Their hands were like magnets of disorder. The blades crossed each other three or two times in the electric light, and they readjusted their standing order. Dai Luan crawled two steps on the ground and stumbled away. Huailan would not let him chase him, even if it involved personal safety and exceeded what was discussed with Shi Wuqi. Her eyes glanced in the direction of Mu Wan from time to time, but there was no movement, and the others were too far away. But beside her, Dai Luan's footsteps were getting closer and closer to Xiao. As for Lord Xueyue, there is no difference.
Huailan blocked the last slash with both hands firmly against the knife. She didn't use the blade - she knew very well that the remaining blade was already very brittle and could be cut off by him again at any time. His sword was on fire and filled with demonic power. She blocked the attack with the back of the blade, which meant that her other palm was completely exposed to her jagged blade. Tang He pressed his hand a little harder, and the gapped blade was embedded in his palm, and more blood spilled out along the blade, as if the cold weapon was crying for it. The power-enhancing demonic patterns bloomed along his meridians, becoming increasingly bright red, connecting the corners of his eyes like shuddering traces of blood and tears.
Can this person still be called a human being?
She was in pain but didn't say anything. Mu Wan was not sensitive to pain. After that cold moment, stronger emotions covered his five senses. To put it bluntly, it is probably a flow of fear. What are you afraid of? She didn't know, she just remembered that she had too many things to be afraid of. The thunder became more ferocious, hitting the open ground continuously and igniting several woods one after another. Chi Li's reinforcements would probably be in chaos. After all, rescuing Lin Huo was also an important thing... But she was so tired that she didn't have the energy to think so much.
A small pill rolled down in front of her, wrapped in a thin layer of blood. It was difficult for her to focus her vision, but she still recognized what it was - it fell out of her body, an apology gift given to her by Shi Wuqi.
Resurrection Pill.
It's useless... the Resurrection Pill can only bring back a few strands of the soul, briefly copying the deceased's personality during life, and will soon dissipate. She wasn't dead, but she was close to being. The last words that needed to be confessed were meaningless in the melee, and no one listened; the regrets that needed to be expressed, had no chance, and no one cared about them; the secrets that needed to be revealed, she had no one with a clear conscience.
Well, at least he died an honorable death... It's just a bit unwilling, she thought to herself.
But……
If a living person takes the soul-returning pill, will anything happen?
There is no memory associated with this. This is probably "a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor", which is quite appropriate. She couldn't help but secretly laugh at herself. She loosened her grip on the handle of the hidden weapon, and more blood wrapped around the small pill. All it exudes is its own bloody smell. It was difficult to swallow it, like forcing an angular pebble into the throat, and the whole throat was stinging. She thought she wouldn't feel pain anymore.
Nothing happened, and consciousness continued to fade.
She used all her strength to let herself fall on her side. His right arm was holding the closed demon-sealing blade in vain, and his left hand had no strength to touch the murderous weapon at his heart. She was cold and sleepy, and the noisy sounds around her finally quieted down. Only the continuous thunderstorms could create faint echoes in her ears.
"stand up."
someone said.
"What?"
She didn't have the strength to speak, and such an accident only happened in her heart. But at that moment, she did hear a clear voice, as if only she could hear it, or someone was speaking to her deliberately.
She knew this person.
"stand up."
He is the head of Xue Yan Sect and her master.
He is already dead.
Mu Wan was impressed by these words. Perhaps when a person is dying, the more distant memories become clearer. When she was a child, before she started using an umbrella, she also practiced swordsmanship. After switching from the wooden sword she practiced to the iron sword, it was too heavy and she couldn't get used to it. She couldn't practice for long before she collapsed on the ground, panting from exhaustion and unable to lift the sword with her sore arms.
"stand up."
Master said. This sound coincides with the one in my memory.
Mu Wan suddenly remembered what Gao Yuejun said for no reason. At that time, her answer to the question was: "Not anymore."
The human world? Then, his old man must be somewhere outside the human world. Hell, or heaven, or any good or evil realm... it's not the human world anyway.
She vaguely saw the outline of her master, standing beside her. She wanted to reach out, so she did. Surprisingly, it didn't take much effort, making it much easier than all the previous moves. What is this, a flashback?
"You're coming to pick me up?"
she asked somewhat foolishly. She wasn't sure whether this sentence was spoken, but it seemed that the illusory "master" in front of her heard it. He was a little serious, as straight-faced as ever. But at this time, she was finally able to read some kindness. She almost wanted to blame herself. Only now can she see why she always felt resentful in the past.
"Stand up and go there." He pointed to the past. "That's your battlefield."
Mu Wan's throat choked.
"But, but I have...and you also..."
No, wait a minute.
She turned around and suddenly found her body - lying there stiffly. It felt strange to look at my own remains, much stranger than looking in the mirror. She also saw the indifferent Lord Xueyue, Huailan who was still fighting for his life under Tang He's sword, Dailuan who was struggling and crying beside Xiao, Moliang who was helpless and hesitant... and Shi Wuqi's unspeakable sadness. And the sadness between the clear brows of mountains and seas. All these scenes were stagnant and very slow, like sticky honey sliding across the ice in winter.
Just not as sweet.
The sleeping wakashi covered by his cold hands seemed to have something restless in it, ready to come out. The small characters as thin as mosquitoes surrounding it seemed to be moving slowly, winding and circling like a snake. The charm attached to the sheath trembled and struggled, trying to escape from the shackles of this unknown power.
"Huailan."
In the stalemate, Tang Huailan, who was trembling with his sword, heard such a voice. It was small, but very clear, like a whisper coming from someone's ear. The last time I heard this sound was before I lost consciousness...it was quite hysterical.
This time, it was much gentler.
At that moment, she raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Mu Wan. She still fell there, a body gradually becoming colder. But she was sure she heard it. It was a real voice, not some hallucination.
She got it.
In an instant, without any hesitation, she withdrew her remaining sword and jumped back, putting a large distance between herself and Tang He in an awkward posture. Tang He, who lost his center of gravity, leaned forward unnaturally and almost fell. The moment he turned around and looked in that direction, a very thin and cold wave of wind came towards him. The source seemed to have a brand new sword, huge and as thin as a cicada's wings, penetrating all the scenery within sight. He saw clearly - at some point, the woman stood up again, as if by a miracle.
The moment he saw Mu Wan, her movements had stopped. Her left hand was holding the scabbard by her side, and her right hand was raised high, with the blade facing outward. She is like a stiff sculpture, standing there naturally from the beginning. The old cloth strips tightly wrapped around the scabbard suddenly loosened and spread around her. They just hung around her, shaking gently, as if they were demonstrating and protecting. What is revealed among the lingering spells and runes is a pair of determined eyes, as powerful as a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon.
The strange short knife she held in her hand had a strange color, almost black, but upon closer inspection, there were almost reddish-brown lines, like stagnant blood stains or spreading grease, as if looking at it for a long time would make people go crazy. This pattern is piece by piece, and they are separated by crack-like ravines, just like magma wrapping around a broken continent. However, the cracks on the knife were bluish-white, like ice and frost, emitting a dim cold light.
The knife was obviously far away from Tang He, but for some reason he could see it so clearly.
It turns out that the Demon Sealing Blade is... like this.
The rock mass behind him erupted with a loud crash.
Everyone looked over nervously, watching as the entire mountain exploded with neat and fine cracks. It's incredibly flush, and from bottom left to top right, the top half of the crack begins to slide downward. Rumble, rumble, the earth shook and the mountains collapsed. It was more piercing than any thunder and more terrifying than any earthquake.
It probably won't take long for this huge mountain to completely fill the ravine. It is heavy enough and slow enough, but it is unknown when the smooth surface will intensify the sliding. There may be enough time before they can escape. In addition to saving their lives, the first priority may also be to prevent reinforcements from being affected.
However, everyone looked at Tang He in unison. Because among this loud noise, there was a light metallic sound that fell into everyone's ears.
The horizontal knife in his hand suddenly broke and split into two, with the front half clattering to the ground. There was no change in Tang He's movements or expression, but traces of blood flowed from his mouth. At that moment, the terrifying demonic marks on his face also became darker.
The sword energy of the Demon-Sealing Blade penetrated his abdomen, chest, and collarbone from bottom to top...A very thin, thread-like touch of red slowly bloomed on his exposed skin, spreading as thin as down. of liquid.
Lord Xueyue evoked an imperceptible smile, admiring this familiar scene.
He will die, completely dead, completely hopeless.
But not yet.
Tang He leaned back. They seemed to have an illusion - his upper body leaned forward first, and his body was misaligned to some extent, and then the rest of his body fell down. Leaning against the stone, it looked like an old rag doll. The cotton inside it is divided into two groups, one at the top and one at the bottom, connected only by the thin piece of cloth in the middle. Because this knife mark is really too thin, thinner than a feather or a cicada's wing. It penetrated his body easily, severing the muscles, bones, flesh, and internal organs without even having time to splatter blood.
There was no point in bargaining with the underworld for an injury of this magnitude caused by the Demon-Sealing Blade. Tang He seemed to know why it was called this name. At that moment, the demon power around him had no effect at all, as if it didn't exist. The demonic lines that burst into bright red on his face also disappeared, like embers extinguished by the wind.
The Tengu War no longer makes sense.
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