Lu Jingyuan frowned as he felt the sharp sword energy approaching his body and the cold wind carrying the killing intent.
The defensive barriers in front of him were shattered one after another, and the cold sword pointed directly in front of him. An overbearing and arrogant aura surrounded him, and the air was filled with the breath of death.
All the vitality of the vegetation around him was pulled away by this overbearing and arrogant aura, and he was under its huge intimidation and did not dare to move.
Lu Jingyuan stood there, staring blankly at the opponent's attack.
In fact, he wanted to dodge, but his feet were as heavy as lead and he couldn't move forward.
Feeling the enemy's attack is like seeing the God of Death raising his black scythe high. Lives are at stake.
He doesn't want to die yet, he's still young, he's only eighteen years old.
He is Tianlinggen and has just been named the "Chosen Son" by the elders of the Shushan Sword Sect.
He was hailed by his master as a genius that would never appear in a century.
Not long ago, he fell in love with a beautiful girl, and he promised her that he would marry her when they meet again.
At the beginning of the siege by Tang Yong and Lei Jie, if he decisively chose to escape with his sword, they would not be able to keep him, no matter how advanced they were.
Death was imminent, and Lu Jingyuan's eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.
If they were one-on-one, he would definitely be able to defeat the two of them.
If only he could be given an extra moment to adjust his breath, or even half a moment, he would never be in the embarrassing situation where his spiritual power was exhausted and he had no energy to fight back after being beaten.
But there is no regret medicine in the world. Once something happens, once the opportunity is missed, there will be only regret.
Lu Jingyuan clenched his teeth tightly. With regret and unwillingness, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang——"
A series of dense clashes of gold and iron sounded in the biting wind, one after another. Immediately afterwards, the "rumbling" explosion sounded in my ears. The death Lu Jingyuan expected did not come as expected.
He opened his eyes, filled with confusion and confusion. But he saw a beautiful woman standing three feet in front of him, with her back to him.
Look at her wearing cloud clothes, fresh and refined, surrounded by fairy spirit, absolutely extraordinary.
Looking up into the distance again, Lei Jie fell to the ground in despair, dying.
"Did you save me?"
Although he was surprised, Lu Jingyuan did not forget to hug the fairy and bow to him. The great favor of saving a life is like recreating one's life. How can one fully repay it with just this bow?
He was about to ask the fairy for her name so that he could find an opportunity to thank her later. At this moment, a familiar voice came to my ears, which was very sad and miserable:
"Brother, help me!"
Shocked, Lu Jingyuan turned around quickly, eagerness evident on his face, and rushed straight towards the source of the sound.
Three strong men with strong backs and strong backs, holding steel knives in their hands, blocked a frail girl in the corner, with an obscene smile on their lips.
The girl had already fallen into a state of semi-exhaustion. Looking at the big man approaching step by step, she was unable to resist. She could only hold on to the remaining strength in her heart and send out her last call.
Seeing the girl still struggling under the knife, the three big men raised their heads and burst into laughter.
A big man got tired of hearing this and picked up a cold steel knife and slashed it towards the girl's chest.
At this moment, Lu Jingyuan Yufeng arrived. He was in the air, and with a pinch of his fingers, three flying swords turned into silver light and flashed quickly, piercing the chests of the three big men respectively, sending them to the west.
At the same time, he took three steps at a time and rushed to the girl. The girl's face was as pale as a vegetable, but her beauty could not be concealed. A few strands of broken hair cover half of his forehead, and his oval-like face has exquisite facial features.
The half-opened and half-closed eyes under the willow eyebrows and the slightly white lips due to dryness were silently telling her beauty and fatigue at the moment.
A dark knife stabbed deeply into her chest, seven-quarters of the time, and bright red blood overflowed from the cut area, staining her clothes.
Seeing this, Lu Jingyuan's eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with pain and sorrow.
He was adopted by his master when he was a child, and he watched his little junior sister grow up. Lu Jingyuan loved her as his own sister.
Now that he sees the beautiful woman dying, but he is unable to save her, why doesn't it make him feel like a knife?
Lu Jingyuan held the little junior sister's hand tightly and kept sending his inner energy to her, but he still couldn't stop the other person's body temperature from gradually cooling down.
The junior sister waved her hand and said intermittently, "My heart has been cut off... I can't do it anymore..."
Tears blurred his eyes. Lu Jingyuan held back the sadness in his heart and gritted his teeth, fearing that someone who couldn't help but cry would disturb her.
He just shook his head vigorously, silently protesting her words, but did not dare to contradict her out loud for fear that she would be angry.
She is two years younger than him, how could it not be possible?
But the facts were right in front of him, and there was no room for him to protest.
A spark of hatred shot straight into his heart.
Lu Jingyuan turned around and slashed at the corpses of the three big men with his flying sword again and again, frantically ravaging their already cold bodies.
They were the ones who took away the little junior sister's life. It seemed that only doing so could give him some comfort in his soul.
The junior sister watched with tears in her eyes. While being moved, she also felt the loss of life. She was about to say goodbye to this beautiful world, and to the senior brother in front of her who had always protected her.
She struggled to open her withered mouth, trying to explain something in the end.
When Lu Jingyuan saw it, he hurriedly rushed forward to hold her hand and put it close to her ear, as if he was afraid of losing every word she said.
"Brother... don't be sad... you have to live well..."
After she finished speaking, her hand dropped gently, without any sign of life.
Tears welled up in Lu Jingyuan's eyes as he watched his junior sister's face gradually turn pale, and her smart eyes closed the door to him forever.
He stared blankly at his junior sister's face, as if he still couldn't accept the fact that his beloved was gone.
The little junior sister's last words still echoed in my ears, lingering for a long time.
He raised his head and looked at the battlefield in front of him. More than a hundred fellow disciples faced an enemy that was twice as many as him, and they resolutely fought bloody battles, advancing one after another.
In the center of the battlefield, Master Daoxuan was having a final decisive battle with the leaders of the two factions.
As he gently put down the body of his junior sister, Lu Jingyuan felt extremely solemn in his heart. His fellow disciples were fighting with their lives, so how could he escape with his sword?
He raised three flying swords and headed towards the enemy camp without hesitation.
This battle is a matter of life and death for the Shushan Sword Sect!
"Old guy, you can handle it! You can survive two of my 'Afterimage Sword Light' attacks." Tang Zhiwu looked at Master Daoxuan and smiled coldly.
Master Daoxuan staggered and his steps were sloppy. Apparently the oil has run out.
He looked at the two enemies in front of him, "Tang Zhiwu, Lei Wanchou, our three sects have been famous in Western Chu for hundreds of years, and we have intersections with each other. Today's battle will result in rivers of blood. Why is it necessary?"
Lei Wanqiu shouted: "If you don't die today, if you break through the bottleneck and reach the Tianling realm in the future, how can there be room for me in the Thunderbolt Hall? You don't want to dominate Xi Chu."
With a long sigh, Master Daoxuan said, "Did Tang Zhiwu tell you this? With your character, even though you are ruthless, it is impossible for you to do such an extreme thing."
"Hehe! Old Daoxuan, don't even think about using this low-level delaying strategy. No matter who comes today, they can't save you." Tang Zhiwu sneered with an eyebrow.
With a trace of sadness in his eyes, Master Daoxuan's aura suddenly surged, and a white cyclone appeared out of thin air. The seven long swords behind him were unsheathed one after another with the sound of "swish".
With his body facing the wind, he flew into the air, stretched out his right hand and looked north. The seven long swords turned into seven points of cold light and shot out in the direction of his fingers.
"No! This is the 'sword attracting thunder'!" Tang Zhiwu was shocked when he saw this scene and called Lei Wanchou, "Quick! Stop him quickly! If he attracts thunder, you and I will both die. this!"
Lei Wanchou was filled with doubts in his heart, but he was not slow with the skills in his hand. He activated the "Sacred Fire Burning Heart" skill, and after performing several finger techniques with his hands, he pointed his halberd at the sea of qi.
At the same time, with his mouth wide open, purple spiritual power shot out wildly, turning into a purple lightsaber in the air and stabbing towards Daoxuan's body.
When life and death were at stake, Tang Zhiwu no longer hid his clumsiness, waved his hands together, and two blood-red sword pillars appeared out of thin air, carrying a very heavy blood evil aura.
Immediately afterwards, the internal power burst out wildly, and the two blood-red sword pillars instantly grew in size after being nourished by spiritual power. As Tang Zhiwu swung out, two blood-red sword pillars hit the vital parts of Daoxuan's body at the same time.
Hearing the sound of the defensive barriers outside him being shattered layer by layer, Daoxuan's eyebrows stood up, looking extremely solemn.
Forcibly activating a superior skill such as "Sword Leading Thunder" when his body's spiritual energy was weak, his spiritual sea was depleted, his inner breath was disordered, and his Dantian was spasmed, causing pain like thousands of ants eating his heart. .
The external attack triggered the survival instinct in the heart, reducing the little spiritual power to zero, and half of it was forcibly allocated to the defensive barrier wall.
This undoubtedly intensifies the difficulty of activating the "Sword Leading Heavenly Thunder" technique.
In this case, even if it attracts thunder, there is no guarantee that it will end in death.
Suddenly, strong winds sprang up, and thick dark clouds covered hundreds of miles above the Shushan Sword Sect.
Suddenly, there were black crows all around, as if falling into a dark abyss.
The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder seemed to be summoned, passing through the layers of cloud barriers, looking for the Shushan Sword Sect to strike down. With fearful Tianwei.
"The sword leads to thunder!"
A giant bolt of pure golden lightning passed through the heavy dark clouds and fell to the land of Shushan.
Before that, Tang Zhiwu and Lei Wanchou's killing moves penetrated Daoxuan's body.
As Master Daoxuan fell, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder also rushed out of the clouds and angrily threw itself at the earth.
In an instant, the darkness was ignited by the divine thunder, and it was as bright as day, extremely dazzling.
"No, move quickly!" Tang Zhiwu screamed, turned around and fled away, not caring about the image that a leader should have, and only regretted that his parents did not give him more legs.
In contrast, Lei Wanchou stood on the spot with his head upright, his head held high, and he looked very dignified and majestic as a leader.
Daoxuan has passed away, what else is there to fear?
Lei Wanchou was very dissatisfied with Tang Zhiwu's behavior. He mobilized the true energy in his body to gather in his palms and raised it high above his head, hoping to test the power of this thunder.
"Rumble--"
The thunder made a strong explosion, one after another, which was very thrilling. The strong storm carried the power of destroying mountains and mountains. Wherever it passed, trees fell and houses collapsed.
After the thunder, the dark clouds dispersed and the surroundings returned to normal. Lei Wanchou was reduced to ashes on the spot.
Large tracts of trees were ignited by sky fires, and when strong winds blew, the mountains and fields were burned to ashes. In an instant, Shushan Wonderland turned into a sea of fire.
Tang Zhiwu crawled out from the ruins of the collapsed stone house. Although he escaped quickly and had a defensive barrier to protect his body, he was still seriously injured.
When he came to the wreckage of Lei Wanchou, he sighed softly and said, "Do you think I'm trying to scare you? My master Tang Sancai was defeated by this move back then. He was carried back and died within three days."
Most of the disciples fighting on the battlefield died. Since Lei Wanchou was able to withstand most of the power of the "Sword Leading Heavenly Thunder", a group of disciples with advanced cultivation on the field were only seriously injured, which was not fatal.
Tang Zhiwu looked at the few survivors of the Shushan Sword Sect.
Lu Jingyuan raised his head and straightened his chest, and looked at Tang Zhiwu with cold eyes full of deep hatred.
Master Daoxuan has died as a martyr.
In contrast, the enemy also had a strong man in the late Earth Spirit Realm, which undoubtedly made the surviving disciples of Shushan feel extremely desperate.
Lu Jingyuan frowned, veins protruding on his forehead, and his heart became extremely solemn.
Three swords are sacrificed in the air, ready for a last-ditch fight with the charging enemies at any time.
Tang Zhiwu looked at Lu Jingyuan and his party coldly, as if looking at a group of sheep. Watching the terror and despair flashing in their eyes made him extremely excited.
"Your sect master has disappeared and died! I will give you a chance now. Whoever puts down his weapons and stops resisting, I will let him go down the mountain."
The sound is like a loud bell. Tang Zhiwu shouted to the Shushan Sword Sect disciples. A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He stood in front of the Shushan disciples, and the Tangjiabao disciples stood behind him, with their backs to the sun. The sun stretched their figures long and thin, covering the heads of the Shushan disciples.
The air was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
The disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect had just survived a catastrophe, and before they had time to rejoice, they had to face the devil in front of them again. All the noodles are like dishes.
They began to whisper and discuss, but no one dropped their swords.
After some deliberation, the crowd shouted a slogan almost simultaneously:
"Fight to the bitter end!"
"Fight to the bitter end!"
The cry was full of bloodiness and unyieldingness. It's like a waterfall flying down from a high cliff. With immense courage and no regrets.
