Three consecutive sword blows caught the imperial master off guard and led him to retreat.
But Yan Shouyi's real killing move was hidden at this last moment!
He gave up his Zanpakutō and used it to gain a chance for the Zulong Sword.
A chance to kill the national master! !
At this moment, Yan Shouyi felt mixed emotions.
He thought of many faces.
General Qingjiang, Princess Yushu, Lianhe, Zou Xiazi, the old Heavenly Master Zhang Yin, Abbot Yansong, the head of Lujing...
Also, Longfei City.
Everyone's voices and smiles turned into the most terrifying sadness and anger in Yan Shouyi's heart, and finally turned into the frightened face of the Imperial Master in front of him!
"Using blood as a guide and Qi as a matchmaker, the heavens will sway to prove the heart of my sword!
Everything in the world is a divine sword. Listen to my orders and subjugate demons! "
Yan Shou's cry was like a bell, resounding throughout the world!
The real dragon's purple energy erupted all over his body and condensed into a purple swimming dragon, surrounding the Ancestral Dragon Sword!
In front of the Imperial Master, an invisible thread appeared.
Changbai Mountain disappeared, the face of the Imperial Master disappeared, and only the thread remained in Yan Shouyi's eyes.
As long as it is cut off, the national master will be dead without cause and effect! !
"Thousands of years of grudges are dissipated today!"
"National Master, your days are over!"
"This sword, Wentian!!!"
Amidst Yan Shouyi's roar, the Zulong Sword struck the silk thread fiercely.
There seems to be a roar of dragons between heaven and earth!
A look of horror appeared on the Imperial Master's face, and he couldn't help shouting: "No...no!! No!!!!"
boom! ! !
The Zulong Sword fell, and the Imperial Master's body suddenly exploded!
Countless black evil spirits turned into whirlwinds, sweeping around, and finally turned into streaks of black light, rising into the sky!
"Kill, kill?"
Jiang Qingxue opened her beautiful eyes wide and looked for the figure of the Imperial Master in the sky.
But the Imperial Master seemed to have been annihilated into ashes, and not even a single fragment could be found.
"It seems...Shouichi won!"
Dog Taoist Priest and Miao Ji were also ecstatic. Now that the Imperial Master has disappeared, and Yan Shouyi is still floating in the air, it is clear who wins and who loses!
"Very good!"
Erya, Shanji and Shanpao let out a heavy breath, and then slumped to the ground helplessly.
The battle just now was so thrilling that they even forgot that they could breathe, and they held their breath for five minutes without changing.
There had just been a big battle, and the ground was already in ruins.
Yan Shouyi was teetering in the sky, but in the end he gritted his teeth and persisted and landed on the ground, taking back all the evil energy.
"Shouichi!"
Jiang Qingxue quickly ran over, helped Yan Shouyi, and asked about his condition: "Are you okay?"
Yan Shou let out a long sigh.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Qingxue suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"I failed to cut that thread," Yan Shouyi said blaming himself, "The Imperial Master escaped at the last moment."
"Ran away?"
Jiang Qingxue calculated with her fingers and figured out that today was not the time for the decisive battle. She comforted her softly:
"Although the Imperial Preceptor escaped, he was also severely injured by you. He will not be able to make a comeback in a short time. We have more time to prepare, and the second volume of Lu Ban's Book can also be spread... Anyway, this time we are all A great victory!”
Yes, the national division has lost its best opportunity.
Next, Yan Shouji needs to recuperate, gather his strength, and launch a general attack on the national division, so that he can completely eliminate this human devil.
For others, it's a triumph, something worth celebrating.
But for Yan Shouyi...
He was dejected, not as if he had won a battle, because he had lost a very, very important friend.
"Mom, Xiaolong..."
Yan Shouyi's eyes were red and he was choked with sobs, unable to finish his sentence.
Whether it was Xie Qingcang a thousand years ago or Long Feicheng in this life, they were all willing to sacrifice everything for Yan Shouyi, even their lives.
Yan Shouyi didn't know how to repay the favor, and he had no chance to repay it.
Jiang Qingxue could understand her son's self-blame. She gently patted Yan Shouyi's back and felt extremely distressed when she looked at his scarred and tired look.
She comforted him warmly: "Xiaolong's soul is still there, this is the only comfort."
"yes……"
Yan Shouyi closed his eyes and adjusted his mentality.
After a while, he recovered from his grief, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes again.
Xiaolong risked his life for him, so he couldn't stay immersed in grief.
Now is not the time to be sad.
He and Jiang Qingxue first visited Dog Taoist Priest and Miao Ji, and then took out the elixir from Dongwang's gourd to temporarily suppress their injuries.
Yan Shouyi then sent Sanyuan to find the whereabouts of the others.
Without exception, the six Maoshan disciples were intercepted and killed by the Imperial Master on the way.
Fortunately, Chang Shan lived up to Yan Shouyi's trust and protected Lao Jin, although he was also seriously injured.
Yan Shouyi settled the others, used the evil spirit to turn into wings, and directly caught up with Lao Jin and Chang Shan.
They finally managed to get to a place where their cell phones had signal.
Lao Jin healed Chang Shan, and as for other things, Yan Shouyi planned to do it himself.
He walked to the side of the road, sat directly on the snow, and then touched his pockets.
There was a cigarette that Long Feicheng had given him before.
At this time, the cigarette was covered with blood, but Yan Shouyi didn't pay attention. He lit it in his mouth and took a long puff.
He took out his cell phone, looked at the contact list, hesitated for a while, and dialed Lin Zitong's number first.
Although it was early in the morning, the phone only rang twice and Lin Zitong answered it.
"Big fool?"
Lin Zitong's voice on the other end of the phone was soft and waxy, but full of warmth. She seemed to be asleep just now, but she woke up immediately when she heard the ringtone of her phone.
Thinking of his wife and children, a smile appeared on Yan Shouyi's face.
He said warmly: "You little girl, it's me. I...I survived."
Survived?
Hearing these four words, Lin Zitong's heart suddenly beat violently, and she realized that something big might happen tonight.
She had been unable to contact Yan Shouyi since the morning, but this situation was normal. Although she was worried, Lin Zitong decided to adjust her mentality as much as possible for the sake of her child's health and not worry about Yan Shouyi.
"What happened?" Lin Zitong's voice was trembling, and her worry was obvious.
Yan Shou took a puff of cigarette and slowly told what happened.
"...Xiao Long died, and Old Huang died too. I tried my best to injure the Imperial Master severely, but still allowed him to escape."
At the end, Yan Shouyi could not hide his regret.
The National Preceptor missed the best opportunity to kill him, and he also missed the best opportunity to kill the National Preceptor. For Yan Shouyi, this battle was just a draw.
Although they are thousands of miles apart, Lin Zitong can completely relate to Yan Shouyi.
Lin Zitong couldn't help but feel sad when she learned that Long Feicheng had died.
"You... come back quickly," Lin Zitong said with a hint of tears, "I want to see you."
Rather than saying that Lin Zitong wanted to see Yan Shouyi, it was better to say that Yan Shouyi desperately needed Lin Zitong now.
Lin Zitong knew how fragile Yan Shouyi was after losing Long Feicheng, and she also knew that he needed her company now.
Yan Shou took a deep breath and agreed, then adjusted his state and said:
"I'll hang up now. The next call is to my dad."
