"You did a good job, Yu Yuan. Although I was injured, my young master was able to bring his men in time and ambush him well. He stopped the three leading factions and helped me win Cang Yu. I will reward you for your immortality."
Yu Yuan bowed his head: "Thank you, young master."
Yan Ting clutched his chest tightly and stared motionlessly at Su Ye, who was lying on the ground not far away. The reason in his heart collapsed like a landslide: Su Ye was killed by a sword, and the sword edge was a little off, not towards his heart. If you go, you may still be alive...
No, there is no way he could survive in this situation...
This weird Cheng Shaozheng couldn't possibly keep him alive. I was too far away from Su Ye and couldn't save him in time. Cheng Shaozheng had concealed his cultivation, and his real strength was still higher than mine. In addition, this subordinate named Yu Yuan, He is also a ruthless character with great strength. If I go to save Su Ye, I won’t be able to escape...
There was a voice swirling in Yan Ting's mind, saying: The success fell short.
Begging for mercy? …
Will betraying Su Ye and begging for mercy from the Qiyin Sect save his life...
Or maybe I jump off the cliff and take the opportunity to hide. They have already captured Cangyu and most likely won’t chase me. In addition, the monks from the first three sects will catch up to the top of the mountain. I can escape unscathed...
Sheng Xuanyuan and Lu Xiyan are still there, I can still use them...
"Yan..." Su Ye supported his upper body with both hands and struggled to turn his head. His eyes were red and his cheeks were stained with blood. He spoke with difficulty. With every breath, the blood clogged between his mouth and nose was coughed out with a hoarse voice. : "Brother Yan, hurry up...go..."
All Yan Tingshen's thoughts fell away at this moment.
"Oh. You reminded me." Cheng Shaozheng held Cang Yu and turned around. He walked lightly and slowly, and walked towards Yan Tingshen with a somewhat frivolous attitude: "Why are you standing still? Little brother Yan Yuan, this is not the case. It’s like you have everything under control, haha, hahahaha!”
Yan Tingshen looked level with him, his eyes unmoved, and in the next moment, he raised his Zhaolin sword and struck at him. Cheng Shaozheng and his subordinate Yu Yuan paid close attention to his every move. When they saw Yan Tingshen swinging his long sword, they immediately took action, and Cheng Shaozheng whipped his whip. The momentum was fierce, and ghosts roared continuously. When he raised his sword, he realized that Yan Tingshen had no intention of fighting at all. He did not dodge Yu Yuan's spear technique at all, but hit the ground with all his strength, and the rocks that were already broken under his feet suddenly collapsed. Tremor.
Cheng Shaozheng was shocked. He understood that Yan Tingshen was going to die together, and cursed angrily: "You madman!"
Yan Tingshen leaked all the little energy in his body, trying to cause another landslide on the cliff. After hearing Cheng Shaozheng's curse, he smiled with relief.
Yeah, I'm crazy.
I went crazy a long time ago.
The spear pierced into the body, and blood and flesh flew everywhere on Yan Tingshen's shoulders. Yu Yuan retracted his gun and followed up with another stab. Yan Tingshen slashed open, and the remaining true energy burned the forest into the bright colors of autumn. Although it was not a self-destruction, it was no different. He Holding the sword in both hands, he thrust Zhao Lin straight into the rocks at the foot of the mountain. Seeing that he didn't resist, Cheng Shaozheng would definitely not let him get what he wanted. He held the Cang Yu sword in one hand and slashed deep into Yan Ting's neck to kill him in two.
Cang Yu's pearlescent sword had completely dimmed, it was gray and dull, and the sword screamed like a cry. It was only then that Cheng Shaozheng realized that something was wrong with Cang Yu's sword. Su Ye saw that Yan Tingshen was about to be killed by him, so he moved on the ground. Crawling over, the bloody hole in his chest rubbed against the gravel, dragging out a bright red spot.
"Stop..." Su Ye grabbed Cheng Shaozheng's ankle, but he kicked it away in anger.
"Why! Why did Cang Yu's aura disappear! What did you do?!"
The rocks on the cliff trembled more and more violently. Yan Tingshen's energy was exhausted. He spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed loudly: "Kill his master with a sword, and the sword spirit will declare himself! This is what you deserve!"
"You!" Cheng Shaozheng was furious and kicked Su Ye hard, knocking him several times in the air. Then he stepped on his back and hit the ground. He stomped with all his strength: "Damn it!"
"Su Ye!" Yan Ting staggered forward and saw that Su Ye's pupils were covered with a layer of gray, and the amber eyes had completely darkened, without any trace of life. He raised his hand and pulled out the Zhaolin from the cracks in the rocks. The rocks finally separated along the cracks and fell into pieces. Cheng Shaozheng danced his whip, black energy emerged, and ghosts screamed. Yan Tingshen lay on Su Ye to block the whip, and his spine "Kaka" broke, but he didn't say a word, not even a sound of pain.
"Young Master! This place is about to collapse. I'm afraid you'll get injured if you fall down with Qinggong. It's better to retreat first!"
Cheng Shaozheng held Cang Yu tightly and stood motionless. He observed that there was no reaction from the two people on the ground and waved his sleeves angrily and left.
The rocks shattered and the cliff suddenly collapsed. The two people at the top fell with the rocks. For a moment, Yan Tingshen felt inexplicably relieved. Everything that was pressing in his heart collapsed at this moment. The falling rocks were like discarded pieces on a chessboard being overturned. Come on. A moment was also called a long-term freedom. He thought he had carved the words "Ming Zhe and Protect Yourself" into his bones. At this moment, he was willing to die with him.
That's it for now.
Mother, I'm here to see you...
Sorry, Ashu, Master...
Suheshi...
"Hello!"
Yan Ting felt deeply that someone had slapped her face in the air. She thought it was a vision when she was about to die. She opened her eyes blankly. As she fell to the ground without weight, there was a girl in a dark pink dress in front of her, stepping on the falling rocks and talking to him. They fell together, and she grinned: "You're not dead yet! Just in time! I can't save two people!"
"Young Master!" Yu Yuan stood on the top of the mountain and was shocked.
Cheng Shaozheng frowned: "What's wrong?"
"Yun, Miss Yun!" He pointed at the pretty figure among the fallen rocks and exclaimed in surprise.
"Yunya? What is she doing?!"
Cheng Shaozheng saw Yunya summoning a refining ghost boy on the fallen rock. The ghost boy transformed into an adult shape and carried Su Ye and Yan Tingshen on his back. She raised her head and looked back at the top of the mountain. She happened to be looking at him from a distance. Yunya raised four fingers. With a gentle wave on her forehead, Yanran smiled very cutely and cutely, which was regarded as saying hello to him. Then the ghost girl carried her on her back, quickly stepped on the nearby falling stone buffer, and then jumped up to the branch of the cliff, falling from high in the sky. After making an emergency landing, a sweet voice was carried by the wind: "'Young Master,' see you later!"
Yu Yuan only heard the "click" sound of his young master's hand holding the Nine-Xuan Whip, and he laughed angrily: "Very good! Yunya, this woman! Very good!"
Yu Yuan didn't know whether his master was praising Miss Yun as "very good" or scolding her as "very bad", so he could only echo: "Young Master is right."
"What is it!" Cheng Shaozheng kicked him: "Take Cang Yu and his subordinates back to the clan, and vow to let this sword recognize me as its master." He looked at the gray and silent long sword in his hand, his heart full of hatred and hatred. Jealousy, he added: "Go and find out for me the background of that boy named 'Su Ye'. Anyone with the surname Su, as long as he is not of Su Ze's lineage..."
Then he sneered: "Humph, so what if he is!..."
*
Yan Tingshen was being carried by the ghost girl, and it was extremely uncomfortable. His internal organs were shaken by this rapid landing. When the ghost girl finally landed, he had no breath left.
Yunya was clinging to the branch, her face was a little embarrassed, but she did not choose to stop here. Instead, she ordered the ghost girls to cover them and escape for a while until they left Wuyuanchuan and confirmed that the surrounding area was safe. Then he laid the two of them flat on the ground.
Yan Ting adjusted his breath deeply for a long time, slightly stopped the bleeding from the wounds on his body, and coughed out blood congestion from his lungs one after another, then crawled towards Su Ye's side: "Su Ye..."
Yunya stood three steps away, looked at the two bloody men, and sighed: "He is going to die."
It was an answer he knew well, but when it came from someone else's mouth, Yan Tingshen couldn't accept it at all. He shook his head, tore off a corner of his clothes with his twitching hands, bit his fingers and wrote a letter in blood. He used a trace of his recovered energy to send a message and sent the letter out.
With no more strength left, he asked Yun Ya: "You are from the Demon Sect, why did you save me?"
Yun Ya flipped her hair and replied coolly: "Shao Zheng will definitely fall in love with me when he sees my heroic rescue."
The corners of Yan Tingshen's mouth twitched. He saw Su Ye's closed eyes and placed two fingers on his wrist to feel for his pulse. His knuckles were trembling all the time, which greatly affected his judgment. Yan Tingshen hoped that it was Su Ye's pulse that was beating, but But in fact, it's not.
"...Don't die, Su Ye, please don't die..."
"Okay, I'm not kidding anymore." Yun Ya knelt down beside the two of them: "You are Lu Xi's friends, you have a similar smell on your body. I just saved you two casually to repay Lu Xi's life-saving grace. Damn it, just give that heartless man some trouble."
"This man is really going to die. He is so seriously injured and his breath is about to run out. Even if the Great Luo Immortal comes, it will be difficult to save him. I can give him some Qi to sustain his life. Can you still say a few words? Whatever you have to settle for your funeral should be settled as soon as possible!" Yun Ya said, performing an extremely complex fingering technique and placing it on Su Ye's forehead. The breath slowly entered his eyebrows. At the same time, Yan Ting felt deeply that Su Ye Ye's silent pulse began to beat slowly again.
Yun Ya breathed out a breath and stopped: "That's all I can do. You just used the message technique. Was it for Lu Xi and the person named Sheng? I have to go." In order to prevent seeing Qin again. Hanchuan, after Yunya said these words, she took back the ghost girls and disappeared into the dense forest.
"……cough……"
Su Ye trembled slightly, his breath could only come out. His eyelids were slightly opened, but he couldn't see anything clearly: "Brother Yan..."
"I am here……"
"You..." Su Ye held Yan Tingshen's hand tightly: "No need to...save me...it's a waste of...effort..."
"I'm dead... just... burn me with a fire... bury me... don't..." he struggled, "don't take me back to the Su family... and don't tell my father... my sister..."
"He is old...his health is not good...I am the only son...I can't bear it..."
"Just tell my father... I... don't want to be the head of the family... I just want to seek truth... I ran away... I won't go back..."
"Stop talking, Su Ye, stop talking..." Yan Tingshen transferred all the recovered energy in his Dantian to him without reservation, completely losing his former composure: "Hold on a little longer, Sheng Xuan Yuan and Qiong Yi can come over, they have a way to save you... they have a way to save you..."
"Ha, he..." Su Ye twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to smile: "Help me again...send to Sheng Xuanyuan...I'm sorry...Qiong Yi...is timid...don't let her see...me like this..."
"You can't die, you can't die! Su Ye! You still have so many things to do!..." Yan Ting squeezed his hand tightly: "You haven't become the best swordsman in the world, and you haven't introduced your sister to him yet. I……"
"Su Ye, please open your eyes!..."
Su Ye only felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and there was a ringing in his ears. A warm current surged out of his dantian from nowhere. The warm current slowly traveled along his meridians, and his consciousness became deeper and deeper, and then he fell.
*
The mountain rain came crashing down, Qiong Yi and Sheng Xuanyuan held their swords above the rain clouds, flying under the guidance of the phantom dove. Night was about to fall, dusk was falling, Meng Xia's glow filled the entire sky, and the orange-red stratus clouds seemed to be ignited, and the sun fell. Wan Lin. The two people hurried over, only to see two bloody bodies on the ground at the very end of where the Phantom Pigeon disappeared. Under the glow of the red sunset, the blood stains seemed to be stained by the sun. It was too dazzling and unreal. .
Yan Ting suddenly opened his eyes and saw Qiong Yi running towards her, and Sheng Xuanyuan behind her.
Qiong Yi's pupils shrank, and her face was so shocked that there was no trace of blood, "Su Ye! Brother Yan!" She stepped forward to inspect the injuries of the two men, but she had no idea what to do: "How could it be like this..."
Yan Tingshen's limbs were stiff. He trembled and helped Su Ye away: "Quickly...save him..."
Sheng Xuanyuan's pupils shrank and he lost his voice: "Su Ye!" He squatted down to check for his pulse, but there was no movement, but a strange true energy in Su Ye's body enveloped his soul and settled in his Dantian. Although he had passed away The veins, but not extinguished, are faintly flowing with vitality.
Qiong also rummaged through the package to find a first-aid pill and gave it to the two of them. Sheng Xuanyuan tore off the strip of cloth from his waist and filled Su Ye's wound with medicine and bandage. He suppressed all the confusion in his heart and said to her with a trembling tone: "Qiong Yes, it can be saved! You and I will try our best to help Su Ye with the True Qi Luck Skill. You can give it a try!"
Yan Ting couldn't believe his ears. Su Ye's body had already cooled down. He was also mentally prepared to accept the news of his death. He didn't want to hear this, as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw: "...really?"
"Yes." Sheng Xuanyuan looked at Su Ye's pale face and said, "He has broken through and advanced."
"The author has something to say:
Um. It's fine. Everyone survives. "
