With his improved strength, Huaihui's battle with the Monster Supreme became easier.
After taking the initiative to expose several flaws to the Demon Clan Supreme, Huaihui finally thrust the sword in his hand into his chest.
"You will regret this."
The Demon Clan Supreme looked at the sword piercing his chest with a hint of astonishment in his eyes. When he looked at Huaihui again, his eyes showed a bit of ridicule.
Huaihui put his nonsense behind him, pulled out his pupil and continued to attack with his sword.
The Monster Supreme dodged for a moment, and suddenly, the sky that had returned to clarity was shrouded in black energy again.
'Is he going to blow himself up and die with us? "
Huaihui secretly guessed in his heart. He turned his head and saw that the space covered by the black air was not very large, but it covered Shao Yue behind everyone.
'not good. '
He didn't dare to take the time to confirm whether his guess was true. In the blink of an eye, Huaihui burst out with his own spiritual power comparable to the ninth level, taking the Demon Race Supreme away from this space where Shaoyue might be injured.
A genius monk, a demon clan supreme, has never been seen again.
At this moment, Lingjian Sect has truly returned to its former peace.
But the calm seemed dead.
You don't need to look too closely at the black energy gathered by the Monster Supreme to know how powerful it is.
Huaihui had almost no chance of living.
This dead silence lasted for nearly an hour, until the sky became a little dark, and the leader wiped his face, his voice a little choked:
"Let's go back."
"Yueyue, do you... want to rest in Lingjian Sect for a while?"
Ji Xuanhe looked a little heavy. Seeing Shao Yue who seemed to be frightened by today's scene, he still managed to spare some thought and stepped forward to express concern.
"At any rate, we can be considered friends."
He knew that his relationship with Shao Yue would never return to what it was before, but the feelings in his heart always made him unable to let go of her.
"No, I'll go down the mountain today."
Shaoyue understood Ji Xuanhe's good intentions, but still rejected his proposal.
"It's getting late today and the carriage has gone down the mountain. How do you get down?"
Little people also have their own extraordinary abilities, such as the ability to sense danger.
The driver driving the carriage saw the black air and saw that the situation was not good, so he drove down the mountain early.
Even her luggage was taken away.
Luggage is not a problem. Shao Yue knows the driver's address and can find it and bring it back.
The key question now is how she can leave the Lingjian Sect on her own without the carriage going down the mountain.
Ji Xuanhe was concerned about issues that she really needed to think about.
There was no trace of sadness in Shaoyue's eyebrows. She took a few steps towards the mountain gate and picked out a sword from a small patch of weeds.
"I will use Xitong to go down the mountain, Xuan, Mr. Ji, don't worry."
Ji Xuanhe looked very surprised when he saw the intact Xitong. He hesitated after hearing Shao Yue's words.
"Xitong is Brother Huai's personal sword. I'm afraid..."
Before he could finish his worried words, Xi Tong appeared obediently at Shaoyue's feet, safe and sound, as if his master was Shaoyue.
"Then... pay attention to your safety."
Ji Xuanhe finally figured something out, covered his face with a bitter smile, and said with his back to Shao Yue.
Shaoyue stood on Xitong and rushed to the town down the mountain, feeling a little distracted.
Fortunately, Xi Tong had developed spiritual wisdom, could not fly high, and could not control her speed quickly, so she was not afraid and did not fall off the sword.
Shaoyue's eyes wandered, remembering the battle that took place during the day.
At that time, when the Demon Clan Supreme enveloped half of the Spirit Sword Sect with black energy, her senses were the most sensitive.
The other disciples were all monks with protective spiritual energy, but Shaoyue, although protected by Huaihui's blood, was still affected by the black energy immediately.
Because of this, when Huaihui made a self-destruction move, she was able to quickly notice that he glanced at her before.
Huaihui's final look of determination and admiration made Shao Yue, who was now fine and unhurt, feel guilty and uneasy.
This battle with the Monster Clan Supreme brought too much impact to the Spirit Sword Sect.
It also changed Shaoyue's life a lot.
——
one year later.
A secluded courtyard.
The door was gently pushed open, and a girl in plain clothes and a white skirt walked out carrying a small bamboo basket.
This girl is Shaoyue.
After that battle, Huaihui disappeared, so she took her luggage and his sword Xitong down the mountain and lived in a small town at the foot of the Lingjian Sect Mountain.
The silver given by Mr. Wang was used by Shao Yue to buy this small yard.
She had saved the money she had earned from teaching at Wang's house for emergencies. In order to survive, Shao Yue returned to her old business, teaching people to read and read.
The only difference is that I used to teach one person, but now I teach a group of people.
This town is very close to the Lingjian Sect, and there are no harsh restrictions on girls in other places.
Shao Yue can only rely on this livelihood to live a good life here with the longing in her heart.
Today is the time for students to rest, and Shaoyue doesn't want to cook for herself, so she carries a small bamboo basket outside to buy some breakfast, and also buys some fruits and vegetables.
Half an hour later, the bamboo basket contained two large meat buns wrapped in oil paper, a bamboo tube of soy milk, and some seasonal vegetables.
Shaoyue also felt that it was about the same, so she turned around and walked towards the small courtyard.
She didn't go far when she heard chaotic sounds not far behind her.
Shaoyue looked over and saw that a monk in Xuanyi suddenly fell off his sword for some unknown reason.
The Xuanyi worn by the monk was very familiar to Shaoyue. It was the unified disciple uniform of the Spirit Sword Sect.
Shao Yue couldn't help but pay attention to the situation of this Spirit Sword Sect disciple.
The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect seemed to be greatly frightened, their faces were pale, and they were mumbling fragments of words in their mouths.
Shao Yue listened carefully, understood the meaning of his words, and looked serious.
The Monster Supreme is born again.
It's very strange. In the past, the demon clan's supreme being was suppressed not only for nearly a thousand years, but also for hundreds of years.
How come this time, just a year later, the Monster Race Supreme reappeared.
Moreover, according to the frightened disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, this demon supreme leader was even more cold and arrogant than before. He had killed many of his fellow demons and was indistinguishable from friend to foe.
His abilities are also astonishing and terrifying. He has just been born and has beaten several of the most famous demons in the demon clan until they were unable to fight back.
Although I have only heard that the Supreme Demon Race kills his fellow racers, on the surface the current situation seems to be beneficial to the human race, but who knows what else he will do next.
Shao Yue frowned and thought for a moment, then gave a sum of money to a nearby medical center and asked him to ask someone to take care of the Lingjian Sect disciple who was not very conscious.
She herself returned to the courtyard, called out Xitong, and let it carry her to Lingjian Sect.
The disciples of Lingjian Sect were still familiar with Shaoyue and quickly brought her to the head.
Shaoyue told them the news that the Lingjian Sect disciples and herself had received at the medical center, and then stepped on Xi Tong, preparing to return to his yard.
"Yueyue."
A voice stopped her.
