Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.
Broken Cloud Mountains·Huayun Sect Dungeon
"Did you smell it? The air is mixed with the smell of blood. Something must have happened outside. Master, I want to see Master..."
"What happened suddenly? Calm down!" Yun Lingzhi grabbed Yun Musheng's wrist. "I don't know why I suddenly felt a cramp in my chest. I feel... something must have happened to master." Yun Musheng said uneasily.
Hua Wenqing frowned at the side. She also felt that something was wrong. After all, what Yun Musheng felt at this time was exactly the same as what she felt when Fairy Hua died of illness a week ago. Her heart was cramped and she was flustered. Maybe this It is the bond that connects close relatives.
Although Yun Musheng and Yun Zhezhi are not close relatives like Hua Wenqing and Hua Shi, after all, when he was born, almost everyone in the world who was connected to him by blood disappeared in the sea of fire.
Only the infant self was left. He was rescued by his father's best friend during his lifetime. The man seemed to have a deep understanding of the city and never showed his true identity. He only told Yun Musheng that he could be called Mr. Nan.
After being rescued, Yun Musheng was sent to Huayun by Mr. Nan. It seemed that the Huayun Sect had a close relationship with him and he had just assumed the position of leader at that time.
The high-spirited Yun Zhizhi took him in as his apprentice and gave him his surname of Yun. When he first arrived in Huayun, it happened to be the 30th birthday of Fairy Hua. He was playing the drum, harp and sheng, hence his name, Yun Musheng. Zhezhi has always treated him as his biological son.
"Okay, okay, let me see if I can pick the door lock."
After saying that, Yun Lingzhi took off the hairpin and poked at the door lock. "No wonder your hairpin looks weird and has such an effect. Why didn't you use it just now?" Hua Wenqing was a little confused.
"I sensed that the man in black had not gone far, and had been staring at us. After the chase just now, I found that this man had extremely strong internal strength, and we were definitely no match. Only then did I realize that he was no longer there, and then I thought of trying to pry. Lock."
Yun Lingzhi is worthy of being a disciple of Yun Zhemei. Both her insight and perception abilities are superior to ordinary people.
Suiyun Mountain Range·In front of the main hall of Huayun Sect
"Head!"
Everyone couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. Han Xie's only remaining sharp claw had indeed penetrated into Yun Zhezhi's heart.
"Hiss~ Tell me where the remaining volumes of the Seven Kills are stored. Maybe I can let your sister and your younger brothers die more happily."
Han Xie looked at the prey in front of him proudly, and the blood had dyed his blue and white clothes bright red.
Yun Zhezhi grinned with blood in his mouth and looked at Han Xie contemptuously. Han Xie looked at Yun Zhezhi, who had no power to fight back, with an unhappy face and said:
"Hiss~ Why are you laughing!" "Everyone in the world knows...our Huayun swordsmanship...is famous for its speed...but have you ever heard...our Huayun's internal strength...is cold and bone-chilling?" ..."
After Yun Zhezhi finished speaking word by word, Han Xie realized that his hand that had penetrated Yun Zhezhi's heart was already firmly frozen.
"You! You have also practiced Hanche Internal Skill!"
Han Xie, who had always been confident, panicked at this time. Han Che's internal energy is very easy to backfire. If it is combined with Kuai Xue Sword Technique, the practitioner will mobilize the internal energy too quickly during the exercise, causing the cold air to invade the heart. When Gu Yun breaks branches and walks in the rivers and lakes, he always just uses Kuai Xue Sword Technique. Do not use Han Che Neigong.
"As expected of a wolf-eating ghost on a full-moon night, I am ashamed of myself. But when you meet me tonight, don't even think about being kind! Qianfuki Snow Hanche!"
Four or five extremely cold sword energies flashed around Han Xie's left wrist in an instant. He heard a scream, and his left hand, which was frozen into ice, fell to the ground. Han Xie clenched his left arm in pain and collapsed to the ground. . .
A ray of morning light parted the clouds and shone into the main hall. The clouds broke off and branches fell to face the warm sun. The light kissed his blood-stained cheeks, and those sharp yet gentle eyes never opened again.
"Report! The remaining volume of the Record of Seven Kills has been obtained."
"First... withdraw first..."
The second and third killers helped Han Xie and left quickly. In the main hall, there were only a few survivors left, and the Thousand Birds Sword that still exuded the extremely cold air. The way of the sword was cold; the person holding the sword was blazing.
This sentence that everyone in Huayun disciples knows is so heavy at this moment.
Lingdu City·Tianxuanzong Sutra Pavilion
"Oh, the Seven Swords of Huayun. These seven are also our old friends. Unfortunately, each of them did not live long. God is jealous of talents. I think that each of them was a powerful player in the past." Beside the screen, a man with long hair The man looked at the corner of the Sutra Pavilion. The portrait of the Seven Swords had turned a little yellow.
Wen Yushu was sitting on the bench and said with his eyes closed:
"Master Yun is an upright man, and I have been treating him with courtesy for many years. But the world is unkind, and treats all things as stupid dogs. The weak should be the prey of wild beasts. Cut the jade, and on the day of Yun Zhizhi's funeral, go to the pillar for me. fragrant."
"Offer him some incense? Have you forgotten how glorious those seven people were at the Sword Discussion Conference? They didn't take our Tianxuan Sect seriously at that time."
The long-haired man poked the portrait of Yunzhi Zhi with his finger and said unconvinced.
"After this battle, Huayun's Seven Swordsmen only had broken arms and broken plum blossoms, and those deacons were just a bunch of rotten wood. Huayun may never be able to turn around again. The five major sects in the past have been destroyed by the Hidden Sun Pavilion. There are only three major sects left, and now we should share the same hatred and fight against the traitors."
Wen Yushu opened his eyes slightly and had long snow-white hair, making it unclear how old he was. Maybe it was the fall of two sects, or maybe the two remaining volumes of the Seven Kills were plundered. No matter which incident happened, Wen Yushu felt a strong crisis. The world was about to change.
"Okay, okay, then I will run some errands for you, old man. I hope Hua Yun will not be like those monks in Shaolin. The abbot chanted sutras for three days and three nights, and I am tired." Ji Zhanyu mumbled helplessly.
Suiyun Mountain Range·In front of the main hall of Huayun Sect
"Master! Master!"
The three teenagers, together with a group of medical pavilion disciples and other non-combatants, rushed over shouting and screaming. It seemed that Yun Lingzhi had really pried the lock of the dungeon.
Arriving at the main hall, the scene in front of them made everyone stunned for a moment. There were piles of corpses and countless broken walls everywhere in the main hall. The cruel reality hit them like a violent storm.
"Quick! Save people!" "The people over here are still alive!"
"Quickly stop the bleeding of the deputy leader!" Everyone calmed down, rushed forward one by one, and desperately began to look for living people from the pile of dead.
Only Yun Musheng could not believe that the corpse lying on the ground with his heart pierced through was actually Yun Zhizhi, who had been as gentle as his father for many years.
The young man slowly stepped forward, his Chidori Sword exuding unfinished sword energy. The flying snowflakes fell on Yunzhizhi's still determined face, as if the broken snow on the mountain was saying goodbye to an old friend.
There were mottled blood stains on the ground around the body, and hoarfrost was slowly spreading towards the body, but there was no sign of ice or frost around the body. His body was extremely hot until it completely lost its vitality!
"Teacher...Master...Master...Father"
Yun Musheng choked and shouted over and over again, but the raging roar was not in his mouth, but in his heart. It was difficult for outsiders to hear any of his voice. At this moment, there were no heart-wrenching cries, no tears of rainstorm pear blossoms, only A boy who was only sixteen years old kept twitching and shaking.
Some of the people were busy rescuing the injured, while others, like Hua Wenqing and Yun Lingzhi, looked dumbly at Yun Zhezhi's body, lying next to Yun Zhezhi's body, feeling the last embrace. This was a sunny and full of life. early morning.
