"What?!"
"Demon Sect?!"
"Chu Shiyun!?"
At that time, 99% of the people's expressions became angry because of Jiang Hongzhen's words, or they were stirred up in their hearts. Although no one really screamed, many onlookers couldn't help but step back while sweating on their foreheads or holding their breath. He took two steps and then suddenly left here gritting his teeth.
call! call!
There were naturally a lot of related reactions, but it only made the leaders of the various sects frown.
Chu Shiyun looked at the crowd indifferently, but snorted coldly: "Huh." Then he saw his eyes lowered, first glanced at the corpses on the ground, and then turned to look at the people who were still leaning on them. Yao Chu and Master Xuan Ming looked at his right hand, and finally turned to look at Ling Yunzhi, who was facing him sideways.
However, as he looked around, Chu Shiyun couldn't help but frown: "You are young and promising."
Ling Yunzhi was a little indifferent, just looking down at the blood on the ground.
Seeing this, Chu Shiyun immediately frowned slightly, but then he looked at Jiang Hongzhen expressionlessly and said indifferently: "You, the Wan Du Sect, don't want him anymore."
As soon as these words came out, not only Jiang Hongzhen acted with composure, but also the members of Wandu Sect became furious. But before they could step over and shout after gnashing their teeth, Jiang Hongzhen waved his sleeves angrily: "Stand back!"
"Tsk——" The members of Wandu Cult held back the words in their mouths, gritted their teeth and took a step back unwillingly: "Damn..."
Chu Shiyun glanced at the members of Wandu Sect with an indifferent expression, and then looked at Jiang Hongzhen expressionlessly: "From now on, you can retreat from wherever Chu is."
"Tsk--!" Jiang Hongzhen was so angry that he almost broke his teeth, but no matter how hard he held the bloody threads in his hands, he could only leave angrily: "This matter is not over!"
"You——!" The crowd wanted to get angry, but he retorted: "Seriously!"
"Leader!?" The members of Wandu Cult were humiliated and angry, but no matter whether they were glaring at Jiang Hongzhen or Chu Shiyun, in the end they could only grit their teeth and leave angrily: "Damn it!"
But when they wanted to leave, Ling Yunzhi suddenly said indifferently: "Stop."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Hongzhen immediately stopped, and all the members of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect were so furious that they trembled with weapons that they had no time to put back into their sheaths.
"Oh——?" Jiang Hongzhen turned around slowly, staring at Ling Yunzhi like a beast about to go berserk: "You want me to stay?"
Ling Yunzhi turned a deaf ear, but at the same time, he saw Master Xuanming suddenly take a step back, and then he sat down cross-legged on the spot with his eyes closed in grief, and slowly wailed out the Buddha's Hand: "Ami——"
"Uncle Master!" Kong Jue was shocked, but his left hand pressed on Master Xuanming's right shoulder faster than his exclamation: "Suicide is a coward's behavior."
As soon as these words came out, not only Master Xuanming was shocked, but Chi Jian Kuang and others' pupils even dilated dramatically, and they suddenly turned their heads to look.
"Huh." Chu Shiyun smiled slightly, then turned around and went to the high platform. At the same time, he put his right hand back on his back again: "Today's matter... I am not involved."
After hearing this, everyone immediately frowned, but Chu Shiyun did not stop: "But this son is the one I am destined for. If anyone dares to touch him in the future..." At this point, Chu Shiyun stopped there. In front of the steps, he took about half a breath before turning around and looking at the leaders of each sect with a smile on his face: "Dare to bear the wrath of my demon sect."
His words are plain and his smile is pleasant, which can be said to be a breath of fresh air. But the meaning behind these words made everyone deeply silent.
"..." Ling Yunzhi remained silent for a while, then closed his eyes deeply, but turned his head to Chu Shiyun and expressed his gratitude.
Chu Shiyun smiled slightly, then glanced sideways at the people from various sects, then turned around and climbed onto the high platform with a smile.
Everyone was silent up to this point, but when Chu Shiyun was halfway on stage, Master Xuanming suddenly shook his head sadly, then stood up with the demon-subduing pestle, and bowed deeply to Chu Shiyun while holding the Buddha's hand: "Thank you, fellow Taoist." …”
However, Chu Shiyun didn't stop, and didn't even send back a response.
Master Xuanming kept sending Chu Shiyun to the high platform with respect, then slowly withdrew the courtesy, and finally... turned around and left here directly: "Kong Jue."
"Teacher -" Kong Jue raised his hand to stop him, but seeing the other party's determination, he could only stop talking. Kongjue was silent for a moment, then turned his eyes and looked deeply at the high platform, then stood up with a sad smile and shook his head. It turns out... he was still lying there at that time.
Crash.
Although several people from the Five Mountains who used swords to force Kong Jue to retreat in time, they kept staring at Kong Jue gloomily until the other party followed Master Xuanming into the front hall that had lost its roof.
"..." Chi Jian Kuang frowned and looked deeply at Master Xuan Ming, then turned around and looked behind him coldly.
despair……
At this time, Chu Shiyun also stopped in front of Ling Ye.
However, Ling Ye just sat there cross-legged with his chin in his hands, completely ignoring Chu Shiyun's existence.
Chu Shiyun looked at Ling Ye emotionlessly for a while, then gently stretched out his right hand to grab Ling Ye's shoulder. With just one step... he flew directly to the stone statue on the left.
Chi Jian Kuang frowned, but at this moment...
call--!
Ling Yunzhi suddenly soared into the sky, but he glanced coldly at the angry, frightened, or frightened people below, then waved his right hand, turned around and flew directly to the high platform: "If you want revenge, you can take revenge. Complain for complaint.”
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people from various sects suddenly changed, and the crazy sword maniac turned around ferociously and glared at Ling Yunzhi.
The next moment...
Hoo ho ho!
Except for the people from Xiaoyao Sect and Qisha Sect, all the people from other sects suddenly flew over while gritting their teeth. As long as those who remain are all like this.
"Bastard!" Chen Shanping roared so furiously that all eyes were staring at him, but he forced himself to cover his chest and lay on the ground vomiting blood: "Kuh! Poof!"
"Uncle Master!" Cheng Yanxiao was about to come in panic, but Ling Yunzhi over there had already passed over the head of the crazy swordsman: "Disappear."
But upon hearing his words, Chi Jian Kuang suddenly glared angrily, and at this moment, Zhang Donglai and Jiang Hongzhen had already rushed past him.
call!
Ling Yunzhi turned around as soon as he hit the center, but at the same time the two enemies were approaching.
"This world..." Ling Yunzhi slowly spread his hands when his eyes were full of emptiness. It could be seen that the sword energy had become tiger fingers, and the evil energy in his body was like wind: "There is never a lack of revenge."
call……
Ling Ye was held by Chu Shiyun on his left shoulder. His expression was numb and his eyes were empty. He could only see that the place was getting smaller and smaller. He could only see the figures swallowing up the white hair...
At that time, Master Xuanming also took Kongjue out of the gate of Jueqing Palace...
Ling Ye allowed Chu Shiyun to take him away, but his eyes could not leave there.
They are very colorful, because many of them can transform their skills into shapes to add power to their moves. But compared with that white waterfall, it disappeared too quickly...
At that time, he saw his father being hit suddenly because he found someone rushing towards the house. So he rushed to intercept and kill, like a tiger among wolves, but it was like entering a deserted land...
They swarmed from everywhere, like a flock of bats returning to their nest, and like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix. But my head is flying, my arms are dancing, and my blood is gushing...
But it was too far away, and he gradually couldn't see clearly...
There are criss-crossing sword energy there, there is the hot blood being thrown out there, there are intertwined brilliance and glimpses, there is the man standing motionless on the edge of the stage holding the long sword...
A drop of dirty tears...
What can be redeemed...
…
…
Wude ninth year, September 18th.
The ultimate battle came to an end before dusk.
Also known as, the ultimate change.
…
When the two disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect supported each other and covered their wounds as they walked out of the gate of Jueqing Palace, they had already left too much blood behind them.
So, after seven steps... they fell headlong.
They were the last people to leave here, but they didn't leave here in the end.
When people are in desperate situations, there are many ways to survive. But in the end, they often die trying to get out of there.
On this bloody road, there are too many people like them who cannot escape.
The blood all the way, the organs all the way, the remaining soldiers all the way... extend all the way to the high platform.
The only witnesses left today are the two heartless icons.
On the high platform, in the sea of blood.
One person was squatting on the ground, covering his chest with his left hand, but his head had been scratched through by the person in front of him with his right hand... However, they all lost their lives.
Although he was standing, his body was covered with wounds, like a candle blown out by the wind... only a wisp of tobacco was fluttering.
Although only the clothes on the chest of that six-foot-long body were completely broken, there was only a horizontal wound on the chest like a chasm, and the claw marks below were even scarlet.
Broken blades, long knives, broken swords, hidden arrows...most of them penetrated from his back and side ribs to the front of his body. There was also a broken edge sword that penetrated his left thigh, and another knife struck his left shoulder. Cannot be dropped.
The right arm, although wounded, was still intact. And the left arm... seemed to have been injured, especially the left arm. The muscles and muscles were bloody and there was only a little skin left.
The people who fell on the stage and the ghosts who died beside him were like the blood dripping from his left hand. They could fall to the ground, but they could not rest in peace or rest in peace...
In the battle at Jueqing Palace, Ling Yunzhi died on Gaotai. He was eventually killed by seventeen soldiers and suffered countless scars. However, his clothes were still intact, but his hair was stained with blood and his face was stained with blood.
The battle at Jueqingmen resulted in heavy casualties.
Among the five mountains, Zhao Yidao, the leader of Mount Tai, died tragically after Ling Yunzhi penetrated his throat with his claws; Liao Minghua, the leader of Songshan Mountain, managed to escape after losing his left arm; Sun Buwei, the leader of Huashan Mountain, was the least injured, but was crippled. The master of Hengshan, Sang Qiuyu, had his left leg cut off to the knee; the leader of Hengshan, Wang Gaoyang, had his meridians severed and became a living dead.
In addition, 90% of the disciples who came... stayed.
In Cangsu Peak, Zhang Donglai was almost disemboweled; Shi Meng had his right arm cut off; Liao Jinshu had his scalp cut off; and Pan Afan had two calves cut off.
In addition, all the disciples who came... all stayed.
Among the beggars, Liang Jinshui was seriously injured and his long hair was cut short; Wan Jinyao was blinded in one eye and lost the little finger on his right hand; Zhao Qiushi was not seriously injured, but one ear was gouged out; Zhang Mengnan had his right leg broken , leaving five finger holes on the chest.
In addition, the disciples who came... begged for hell.
All members of the Wan Du Sect were wiped out.
The leader of the cult, Jiang Hongzhen... died tragically, while Qu Jue was kneeling in front of his enemy.
Buddhism came to quell the chaos, but left in despair before the final battle. Since then, Master Xuanming has never left Buddhism.
Xiaoyaomen came to persuade them to make peace. Although they did not participate in the final battle, they brought back seven bodies.
The Qisha sect came to protect the enemy, but they also did not participate in the final battle and finally left indifferently. It is a great blessing that he was injured but not killed.
The crazy swordsman came to support the battle, but he also did not participate until the end, nor did he turn around to see what was behind him. He only waited for the battle to end and left coldly.
Collect the corpse...
People from the Jueqing Sect never need to collect corpses, they just leave them wherever they die. That is the grave, the destination.
In this regard, Ling Yunzhi, who was standing dead in the center of the high platform, didn't care, and Ling Xiufeng, who was sitting alone in bed, had no complaints...
Dusk is drums, night is wine.
But now the only ones who appreciate and drink it are those crows.
The two front halls have ruined beams, and the two main halls are on top.
One is like the left shoulder, and the other is like the right blade.
However, only the crow on the left shoulder tilted its head and looked, then spread its wings and flew to the northwest...
…
The Battle of Jueqing Palace disrupted the entire world.
For a time, various forces sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, competing to rise, weak and annexing to dominate...
There is never a shortage of ups and downs in the world.
The martial arts world is a forest, cruel and cold-blooded.
However, as Ling Yunzhi said: In this world, there is never a shortage of revenge.
