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 was the only stain in the life of this upright and dignified gentleman, and it was difficult to cover it up with a blank sheet of paper, the majesty of the sword master Jinxian could not be offended by a stain the size of a dot of ink.
What's more, the person who died 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 all forces were still entrenched in the mountain and had 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 Xuanwu Hall's Zhisu who died violently and tragically 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 definitely not going to survive.
She took a strong 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 murmuring constantly. Due to 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 flaming lightning dancing in his eyes.
Then, he nodded imperceptibly and said in a very soft voice: "I know."
Lin Xi's eyes suddenly opened wide, filled with deep shock and confusion. The fingernails of the hand that grabbed his wrist were almost deeply embedded in the flesh, and blood dripped from her fingers.
His palm was pressed against her back, constantly delivering spiritual power, but it could only delay time.
He took a deep breath and looked down at her: "I understand what you said. Is there anything else you want to explain?"
Lin Xi never heard from her again, and her last words were...
"The Sword Master's disciples must never be left alive again!"
Fang Geyu saw the man's palm tremble, and the hand that tightly grasped his wrist finally let go and fell limply.
His rich blood color still remained in the delicately trimmed nails.
Never stay in this world again...
If there is no proof from the dead, it can be said that the designs of the evil demon clan are unlimited. But now, the last words left by such a living person before death can be said to be irrefutable.
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 had killed all the immortals living in the legend one by one, and no one knew who would 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 saying these words, he disappeared into the heavy rain, and no one could sense his breath anymore. It was as if there was no trace of his breath between heaven and earth.
He stayed there 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 aura and chased after it.
Finally, they found him in a valley.
The sky is azure with frost, and white wildflower petals are scattered among the roads and fields. Their decayed color makes this barren valley look pristine.
The Lord Sword Master was sitting alone under an ancient dead tree. Three feet away from him, in the land covered with petals, bright red blood was spreading 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 in both her legs... were broken.
If it weren't for the support of his arms, he would probably 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.
"This...how could you be so cruel?"
"The sword master has only had one apprentice like this in his life. He is famous for protecting his shortcomings. He is very kind to her on weekdays. I never expected that I would be lucky enough to see the sword master get so angry one day that he would kill her. My legs were all broken.”
"I think she deserves it. This witch killed two Cangdian masters in 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. A beautiful woman was beaten into such a bloody state. It’s really unbearable to watch.”
"How could he be so cruel if he wasn't so angry? What kind of saint can sit down and reason with the traitor calmly after being betrayed like this?"
Amidst these whispers, the man sitting under the tree slowly closed his eyes.
From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.
Arao, 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.
Late at night, the dew is heavy.
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 basin 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 just broke her legs without asking anything.
She said with a headache: "So, she did it herself?"
