This sword energy is no longer as gentle as before, but is carrying a death energy. When Yu Xian'er was angry, he slashed out with all his strength!
Hearing the sound of a sword in the wind, Yun Qingjiao, who was standing behind Helian Mingyue, turned pale in horror.
Holding Helian Mingyue's hand, she screamed: "No! Master, there is so much murderous intent!"
At this time, even Yu Mingjun was stunned. It was enough that his sister caught those monks. This was his legitimate brother-in-law!
Although his sister is no longer here, he knows that his brother-in-law is deeply in love with Yu Qingchan...
He couldn't let tragedy appear in front of his eyes, so he stretched out his hand and interrupted the murderous sword!
Until this moment, Gongyang Bo still didn't take action.
Not because of Yu Mingjun on the high platform, his brother-in-law, nor because of the woman Helian Mingyue who would not let him die here.
But because of the young man walking on the mountain road, he knew that since Li Xiuyuan blocked the sword for him, he would not let him die in Yu Xian'er's hands.
Looking at this mysterious man in front of me, a man who should have died early, but ended up killing his sister.
"Ah...damn it!"
Finally, Yu Xian'er screamed, turned to look at her brother and shouted: "This is the grudge between me and him. You are not allowed to take action for him, otherwise I will drive you down the mountain too!"
In Yu Xian'er's view, Gong Yangbo didn't show up earlier or later, but appeared just when she was about to sacrifice to heaven.
So in her opinion, Bo the Ram is even more hateful now than he was then!
Not killing Gongyang Bo would not be enough to eliminate the resentment she had buried in her heart for countless years!
The ice-cold Yu Xian'er, as the queen of Fairy Island, finally took out her own spiritual sword, which looked like there was nothing special about it.
However, when it was unsheathed, a high temperature rushed out, intending to burn a spiritual sword that burned everything in the world.
The sword is three feet long and has a flame inscription on the blade. Gongyang Bo has seen this sword countless times and he is very familiar with it.
Many years later, when he saw the sword again, there was no trace of joy on his face, but anger.
Originally, he had been with Li Xiuyuan for a long time, thinking that he could erase some of the past and never have any thoughts about him again.
However, when he saw the sword again, he became angry.
Because this sword was supposed to be his wife Yu Qingchan's spiritual sword. Later, because Yu Xian'er liked it, after several years of entanglement, Yu Qingchan gave it to his sister.
Say goodbye to this sword, and if you return to your wife in the mysterious mountain forest where her bones are buried...
And now Yu Xian'er clearly wants to use this sword to challenge himself to a decisive battle... This is something he cannot tolerate.
And at the moment when Yu Xian'er pulled out the spiritual sword, a gust of sea wind suddenly blew in the calm square, and a piece of dust came from nowhere...
A green bamboo leaf fell into Gong Yangbo's hand. He lowered his head and glanced at the bamboo leaf in his hand, thoughtfully, and instantly gave up the urge to take out the spiritual sword.
His sword had been hidden for who knows how many years. After Yu Qingchan died, he never used the sword again.
If Li Xiuyuan were here, he should be able to tell him... There are still people who have hidden swords for a lifetime, not just for thousands of years, but also for hundreds of years.
In the end, he was pierced through the chest by an inexplicable sword. It was the emperor of the Demon Realm who had become the slave of the Demon King.
Along with a sea breeze, the spiritual sword in Yu Xian'er's hand screamed in the wind.
At this moment, everyone has guessed that the sword in the Queen's hand is not simple, or that only the Queen can possess such a peerless sword.
In a faint sword light, Her Lady Queen's figure instantly grew taller.
The light in front of the altar also instantly became brighter, making the sky above the square no longer as hazy as before.
The queen's anger was not only because Gong Yangbo showed no respect at all today, but as a guest attending the ceremony, he did not show an expression of surrender, which was a great disrespect to her.
Now she is no longer what she used to be. She has seen through Gong Yangbo's cultivation, so a touch of cold frost appears on her face.
A man who has been practicing for many years is not as good as her, so he should obediently put his place on her ground for her to step on.
Because she is the master of this fairy island, she is the master of this world.
No one among the merchants, monks, and coolie craftsmen in the stands spoke, and everything was quiet. Even if someone wanted to say something, it was whispered in their ears.
Because they didn't know Gong Yangbo's relationship with the queen of Fairy Island and the man in yellow.
Therefore, they can only speculate in private.
More businessmen had solemn expressions on their faces, and even the old man, the manager of Fairy Island, knew it and closed his mouth at this time.
He didn't want to get into trouble with the Queen at this time.
If the Queen successfully sacrifices to heaven today, after ascending, he can replace her, or become the number one person under Yu Mingjun.
He was secretly happy but also a little worried. He hoped that the two of them would quickly solve the trouble at hand, or put aside the grievances of the past and start worshiping the heaven again.
After all, everyone here is looking forward to whether there will be a spiritual rain after the sacrifice to heaven.
It's the beginning of spring, and it won't be long before hundreds of flowers bloom on the mountain.
Today, not only are there thousands of people, Wu Nianjing is a monk and a maid on Fairy Island, but he is also a merchant monk and coolie craftsman who was captured as a coolie.
They are all looking forward to the spiritual rain from God, which will allow everyone to fulfill their long-awaited wishes.
These people also knew that the current solemn atmosphere could not continue. When the Queen drew her sword, she would not start the ritual of offering sacrifices to the heavens without bloodshed.
Is it possible that the Queen wants to use the blood of this middle-aged man to sacrifice to heaven?
Thinking of this, countless people's hearts suddenly shrank.
...
"She drew her sword. It seems she wants to kill your friend quickly, or in other words, she wants to use your friend's blood to sacrifice to heaven!"
The old woman said quietly: "This is the first time I have seen such a woman."
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan, who was walking up the stairs in silence, moved the corner of his mouth slightly and said another sentence.
"Eight cards, the back lines are hard to move, and the traceless moonlight is sad at night. A stick of incense buried in the tomb, tears of love buried in hate, and we will never be apart from now on."
After finishing speaking, he explained to the old woman: "This is a poem that I learned from my husband back then. He is currently in Wangchuan. I haven't seen him for a long time..."
Hearing this, the old woman sighed in her heart and said: "A stick of incense can bury the tears of love... Sometimes, the living are more miserable than the dead."
I don't know if this sentence refers to Gong Yangbo, who is as steady as Mount Tai, or to Jade Fairy'er, who is holding a sword in the wind and wants to strike with one strike.
But what Li Xiuyuan heard reminded him of Ximen Xiaoyu in Anding City, the disciple who was destined to remain a wound in his heart forever.
"Eight machines, the back pattern is hard to navigate, the shadow of the traceless moon is miserable..."
This sentence came out of Helian Mingyue's mouth, but it was for Yu Mingjun, who did not distinguish between black and white on the high platform, and was as weak as a woman and had no sense of right and wrong.
Even back then, she wrote a letter of divorce in anger and sent it to the East China Sea. The trace of hatred left in her heart all these years still cannot be erased.
Even Li Xiuyuan can't do it. This is the pain in her heart.
Because she was in the human world, she was on Fairy Island in the East China Sea, and this stupid man was standing in front of him.
Yu Mingjun silently recited this sentence several times in his heart, and then murmured to himself: "She is my sister, tell me, what can I do?"
After Gongyang Bo heard what he said, two lines of tears rolled down his face, instantly wetting the clothes on his chest.
He said in a daze: "A tomb of incense, buried in tears of love, we will never be apart from now on... From that day on, you lie on the cold ground, and I lie on the lonely mountain forest..."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said: "Those who know my Dharma are like metaphors on a raft. The law should be abandoned, let alone illegal? You have already crossed that river, why do you still put it on your head?"
The old woman smiled faintly: "You know what I'm saying, but that guy hasn't entered Buddhism, so I'm afraid he won't understand your metaphor... Do you think that woman will win against that man today?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "We can't win, at least today, at least in front of me."
Shaking her head, the old woman's eyes flew to the top of the mountain, and she saw Yu Xian'er's angry face and the sword in her hand.
I saw that murderous aura.
"She is my sister, it is none of your business! You are not allowed to cry like a cat or show mercy here!"
Yu Xian'er looked at the empty space without a single figure, and cursed on the long stone steps: "Little blind man, I know you learned some magic skills and came to the mountain, so what?"
"Don't show off your knowledge in front of me. I won't listen. I want you to regret it..."
Before Yu Xian'er finished speaking, the spiritual sword in her hand had already been slashed out... Like thunder and lightning, a sword of death pierced the void in the huge square and came to Gong Yangbo.
The sword was so fast that Helian Mingyue, who was behind the crowd, had no time to stop it.
The sword was so fast that before Yun Qingjiao could see clearly, the sword had already arrived in front of Gong Yangbo.
This sword was too fast. When Yu Mingjun reached out to stop his sister's fatal sword, the sword had already been slashed out.
The old woman looked at the sword slashed out of the wind and said quietly: "It's so fast!"
There was no sword in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, only the woman with a frosty face who said coldly: "So poisonous!"
"Pfft!" sounded in Gongyang Bo's ears, and also in Helian Mingyue's ears...
A sword in the wind pierced the green shirt on Gongyang Bo's chest, pierced his flesh and blood in an instant, and pierced his chest...
"No!" The woman who no longer cared about anything flew out from behind the crowd.
In a flash of lightning, he came to Gongyang Bo's side and grabbed Yu Xian'er's spiritual sword with one hand.
Just as Gongyang Bo shook his head and sighed, Helian Mingyue pulled out the spiritual sword from Gongyang Bo's chest inch by inch and roared: "Is your heart more poisonous than a snake or a scorpion?"
There was another sentence she didn't say, and that was: "He is your brother-in-law, the man you once loved deeply. How could you stab him in public?"
Yu Xian'er was also stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that this guy would still be as stupid as before after so many years.
You actually watched the spiritual sword in your hand pierce his chest. Aren't you afraid of death?
Yu Xian'er, who was initially a little stunned and a little self-blameed, immediately changed the expression on her face when she saw Helian Mingyue's angry look.
In an instant, he swept back and returned to his brother.
The old woman on the mountain road thought for a moment and asked, "Is it true that infatuated men are more susceptible to injury? It shouldn't be difficult for him to block that sword?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, with some confusion on his face, and replied quietly: "I don't know, this junior."
Thinking that something was wrong, he added: "A deep love will last forever, and wisdom will be hurt... You are no longer the Gongyang Bo of yesterday, and she is no longer the lovely little girl back then..." ....”
The old woman sighed and praised again and again: "What a saying that deep love will not last long, but wisdom will be damaged, it makes sense."
The moment Yu Xian'er flew back, Helian Mingyue stretched out her hand to restrain the wound on Gong Yang Bo's chest, stopped the bloody arrow, and took out the golden wound medicine to apply it on him.
He took out another silk scarf and bandaged the wound that almost killed Gong Yangbo.
Yu Xian'er stared blankly at a bamboo leaf on the spiritual sword.
It was this bamboo leaf that stopped her stabbing sword, which was supposed to have penetrated Gong Yangbo's chest.
Climbing up the stairs to nine machines, the last one will be tomorrow...
