"Brother? Senior sister?"
In the melee of the Nascent Soul, Lao Liutou and his wife killed a Nascent Soul stager, and was about to attack the next lucky spectator of the Qingwu Sword Sect.
Unexpectedly, a suspicious voice suddenly came from beside him.
The two of them turned around to see a middle-aged man in Qingwu Sword Sect clothing looking at them in surprise.
"Junior brother?"
Old Liutou raised his eyebrows and asked after a moment's analysis.
"Really you?" The middle-aged man whom Old Liutou called his junior brother smiled bitterly. Although it could be seen that he had relaxed a lot, the long sword in his hand was still on guard.
"Brother, how could you..."
Before he finished speaking, everyone understood what he meant.
"Junior brother." Lao Liutou looked at him reminiscingly, but he didn't bother to pursue him anymore. The three of them moved a little away from the center of the battlefield to avoid the most ferocious area of the battle.
"Where is your swordsman?"
The corner of the junior brother's mouth twitched and he didn't reply when he heard the senior brother's question.
"When I was hunted, you were not among the people chasing me..." Old Liutou sighed.
"Jun and I were transferred away by master that time. We didn't know about senior brother you and senior sister until we came back afterwards." Even though the younger junior brother is middle-aged, he still has red eyes like a child at this time. "As a result, not long after Jun and I came back, Master forcibly ordered Jun to sacrifice the sword for me. I wanted to take Jun away, but I never thought that Master had already tightened surveillance on our lineage, and there was no way we could escape."
This sentence not only answered what Lao Liutou said about his whereabouts when the pursuit occurred, but also told Lao Liutou that his sword attendant... had become the soul of his own sword.
Old Liutou and his sword servant Menglan looked at each other. After they escaped, Old Liutou wanted to save Menglan, but he didn't pay attention to the situation of the sect.
However, when I later found those who had escaped from the Sword Soul lineage, I did not see a single fellow disciple of my own lineage again.
It seems that in my own lineage, after I escaped with Meng Lan, few others escaped!
"Where are the other senior brothers?" Lao Liutou asked in confusion. Before the battle, he had been paying attention to his senior brothers consciously or unconsciously. As a result, he only saw the younger junior brother and the other senior brothers were all gone.
The younger junior brother's face twitched and he was speechless.
Old Liutou had bad thoughts in his mind.
In fact, the Sword Soul lineage, in addition to having the sword attendant sacrifice his life to the sword master, also has some rather disgusting rules. For example, the most frightening thing is that some old and untalented disciples will be forced to end their lives and use their lives to temper the sword a second time.
In this way, the sword will become a highly spiritual weapon that can be controlled by other practitioners of the Sword Soul lineage with only some special Taoist techniques.
Because these swords have been tempered twice in life, their divinity and strength are much stronger than ordinary spiritual weapons.
"A few failed to escape and were killed, and a few others were sacrificed to swords. I am not too old, so I have been surviving..."
As expected, the junior brother finally said slowly and in a low voice.
"Junior brother, stop resisting and go with me." Lao Liutou looked at his younger brother sympathetically, "An evil sect like the Qingwu Sword Sect will be destroyed today. Brother, if you save your life, the world will be great in the future. You no longer have to be imprisoned here day and night.”
The younger junior brother shook his head when he heard this.
"Senior brother, since you escaped, my brothers and sisters have died one after another, and my master also died unexpectedly a few years ago. These years I have been alone and have no idea of living. I know you have good intentions to save me. But I am gone. I have long been heartbroken. In fact, those brothers and sisters who failed to escape all hate you because you escaped, so we were unable to escape."
"I want to fight you again for those brothers who are unwilling to give up until death and have grievances against you. No matter I win or lose after this battle, I will give an explanation to my brothers and myself. I have only one request. ..."
"Say it." Lao Liutou understood the thoughts of the junior brother in front of him. He was also in such a despairing state when he lost Meng Lan.
"Please, senior brother, sacrifice my body to the sword, let Jun and I live in this sword together, and bury this sword in a quieter place."
"good!"
Old Liutou nodded, "I promise you."
"Thank you, senior brother, for making it possible." After the younger junior brother said this, the sword energy was flowing around his body.
Menglan pulled Old Liutou's sleeves worriedly. This scene fell into the eyes of the younger junior brother, and once again made his eyes look more sad and reminiscing.
Senior brother and senior sister are still standing together in a close relationship, but where is my sword attendant?
Thinking of the scene when Chu Jun was forcibly tricked into jumping into the fire pit by his master, the junior brother felt pain in his heart every time.
Old Liutou patted Meng Lan comfortingly, then sighed and said to his junior brother, "Actually, during that chase, your senior sister was also hurt all over her body, and her soul almost escaped. I begged a lot of people to barely save her." She finally woke up again after paying a lot of life. In fact, Menglan didn't even have a year to wake up."
The junior brother looked at them in astonishment. He thought that the senior brother and sister had simply escaped long ago.
Unexpectedly, it turns out that the lives of senior brothers and sisters have not been easy these years...
"Brother, please."
Without saying much, he tilted his sword towards the ground in an offensive posture.
Lao Liutou also held a sword, and the two sides were on the verge of a fight. In the ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong period, two black figures were already exchanging dozens of moves together.
"Senior brother, your strength has actually improved over the years? What a powerful sword move!"
The junior brother looked at Lao Liutou in surprise. He could clearly feel that Lao Liutou's moves were not those of the Qingwu Sword Sect. His sword was sharper and more ethereal, which surprised him.
Old Liutou smiled stiffly, this swordsmanship was really not an adventure.
It was just a sword move that he had received after working hard for Fuling Menting over the years.
At this moment, the junior brother suddenly sprinted forward, and his sword moves suddenly became sharper several times, as if he was going to kill Lao Liutou. Menglan covered her mouth nervously, fearing that something might happen to Lao Liutou.
Unexpectedly, Lao Liutou's expression remained unchanged, and he just waved the sword in his hand, and the sword was actually broken.
The junior brother smiled freely, closed his eyes and planned to be pierced through his body by Lao Liutou's sword. However, after taking the sword flower in his hand, Old Liutou actually sheathed his sword and struck his junior brother who wanted to die with a blow on the neck.
The junior brother opened his eyes in shock, and then fainted.
"Junior brother, I'm sorry. If you want to die, just find someone else. If you insist on making senior brother feel guilty, you are looking down on me." Old Liutou sighed, hugged his little brother and stepped aside. Since he All of his fellow apprentices were almost dead, so there was no need for him to continue killing people.
"When you entered the sect, you were the closest to me. How could I not know your temperament?"
Old Liutou glanced at the sword in his junior brother's hand and said softly, "You definitely don't want to see him die. You have to persuade him when he wakes up."
The sword shimmered as if it had intelligence, and trembled slightly.
Immediately, Lao Liutou hugged his junior brother and quietly retreated with Meng Lan.
. . .
On the other side, Jiang Yun and the others chased Gong Mao and Wang Hetai all the way to the depths of the Qingwu Sword Sect.
"Be careful."
Jiang Yun reminded, "The panic on their faces is obviously gone. There must be some back-up plan in this damn place. If there is really any danger, just retreat."
The mission goal of destroying the Qingwu Sword Sect has been mostly completed, especially if the thief Jin Yibo dies, it will almost end the hatred of most of the people in the White Lantern Society.
As for the remaining two infant spirit stage fish that have slipped through the net, kill them if you can. If you can't kill them, let the men in black or the people directly supported by Fulingmen Court help.
Thinking of this, he sent a message to the old poisonous creature Xikku using the transmission talisman.
"boom!"
At this moment, Wang Hetai and Gong Mao in front suddenly stopped, and then they saw the sky suddenly darken, and countless sword energy suddenly vented out from the back mountain. This destructive power frightened the five of them. One jump.
"Since you are determined to destroy my sect, please stay."
Along with an older voice, the infinite sword energy surrounded the five people, and they rushed out in an instant.
At the critical juncture when the five people were in shock, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, waving his hand and spreading out black energy all over the sky. The black energy looked no different from ordinary smoke. Once it appeared, it blocked all the sword energy. Living.
"who?"
In the back mountain, the old voice appeared again, but this time, it sounded more suspicious.
"I would like to ask who you are?"
Xie Ku was dressed in black, his appearance and aura were covered, and the air was filled with poisonous gas, protecting Jiang Yun and the other five people behind him.
"This poisonous gas, you are rotten!"
The old voice in the back mountain suddenly thought of something, "Really Fuling Menting? How dare you!"
Before he finished speaking, Xiku frowned and waved his hand to form two circles with poisonous gas to trap Gong Mao and Wang Hetai. After this move, there was no movement from the mountains behind.
"Want to leave?"
The next moment, Xiku suddenly flew into the sky with Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun only felt a flicker of light all around him. When it became clear again, he had been led by Xie Ku and appeared on a mountain ridge. In front of them was a black sword exuding sword energy! Around the sword, there are countless black fires burning. This black fire is exactly the same as the black fire on Jin Yibo during the assessment of the ten sects, including the suppressing evil aura.
"This is..."
Jiang Yun looked at the sword in surprise.
"This sword is the Kongming monk in the back mountain." Chengku sneered, "Before I came, I thought it was some unknown strong man, but after I came, I found out that it was just a sword."
"How can it be?"
Jiang Yun couldn't believe it. A sword could bring out the power of Kong Ming Qi?
"Xikku, do you insist on getting along with me?" What's surprising is that the figure of an old man actually appears on the sword. This figure looks like a soul at first glance, but it always exudes the wave of a monk in the realm of space and underworld. , "You are a wanted criminal in Fu Ling Men Court, and you are not afraid of the Patrol Prison arresting you?"
"You look like you're farting."
Xikku scolded directly, "You are colluding with the royal family. If I, Fuling Menting, don't do it to you, who will you do? I wonder if you are out of your mind. The royal family doesn't dare to directly force their way into the northwest. How dare you openly side with the royal family?"
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."
A monk who has been in the Kongming period for thousands of years, a soul with the strength of a Kongming monk with just a sword.
The battle between the two sides was on the verge of breaking out, but ended hastily. The genuine Xu Ku controlled the sword with poisonous gas in just a few moves. Even the black fire on the sword had no way to deal with Xu Ku's poison gas.
He held the seal in his hand with his strength, and looked at the sword curiously.
"It's strange. Why don't I have any impression of this sword?" He was a little confused as to why the soul in the sword just called out his name. His decayed name should have been silent in the cultivation world for these years. He can recognize it. Most of the people who presented themselves were figures from the older generation.
The soul in the sword tried to struggle but was helpless. Sometimes it insulted and threatened, sometimes it begged for mercy, hoping that Chengkui would let him go.
Jiang Yun looked at the sword curiously.
"What, did you see any clues?" The reason why Cheng Ku brought Jiang Yun with him was because he was afraid that something might happen to the boy after he left, so he simply brought him after him to give him some insights. The two parties are old friends, and he still appreciates this junior...
After all, he still doesn't know Jiang Yun's true identity, he just thinks he is a junior who needs to be cultivated.
Seeing Jiang Yun looking at the black sword in his hand curiously, he couldn't help but tease.
Jiang Yun rolled his eyes at him. Nonsense, he couldn't even recognize her, so how could he recognize it himself. The reason why he was curious to wait and see was because of the formation spirit.
"Master, I know this sword!"
