Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 987
Chapter 510 Broken Bridge No Return

The storm was too tyrannical, not only did bloodstains blew out on Yi Xifeng's cheeks, but there was not a single intact part of his body.

"But now I understand that the people in this world are no different from those in that world. They are all flesh and blood. There are human emotions, joys, sorrows, and joys. I suddenly feel that this world is actually pretty good, until I met Xu Xianzhi, Wu Hao, Qian Yuan, Zhou Yang, etc., are existences that are superior to ordinary people."

At this step, the white and clean youth brazenly drew his sword, like sailing against the current, advancing instead of retreating.

"Can the strong do whatever they want? I don't think this is right, and this world shouldn't be like this, but I am not strong enough, and they won't listen to what I say, because in their eyes, mortals are at best slightly bigger ants , let them trample to death."

Outside the arena, Li Xintian was already in tears. She wanted to persuade Brother Xifeng not to move forward, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't have the courage to say them. Seeing the person in front of her was covered in bruises and blood, how could she not cry?
And this scene happened to be seen by Lu Zhuchen, and now he has mixed feelings in his heart, as if, even if he wins this battle, it is no different from losing.

Unknowingly, the youth of Saobao stopped.

The white and clean young man held the Hanxing Sword tightly in both hands, his eyes were like gods, and the muscles of his whole body were tense, like a fully stringed bow. After he took a step forward slowly, he was ready to go.

"I am also a mortal, and I am also a mortal, but mortals, where is the retreat? Either the family is ruined and the family is exiled, or the body is dead and the soul is scattered. I don't want such an ending. I still have a lot of things to do. There are many sights to see, I have to move on, I have to move on."

Yi Xifeng raised his head, smiled at the sky and said:
"Brother Chengtao, the name of your sword technique is wrong. I'll change your name. Don't mind."

After all, he set his sights on Ye Jian Han Xing again, and a sword intent appeared quietly. The sword intent did not have the powerful aura of destroying the world, but it had a majestic atmosphere of mellow bravery, perseverance, and indomitable spirit. , The fearless spirit of seeing death as home.

I don't know the bridge of longevity when I was young,
But know the story of the world.

When I look back someday,
"Broken bridge with no return!"

Before the sword arrived, the meaning arrived first. For a moment, Lu Zhuchen felt his heart was hit hard. The next moment, the black long sword broke through the storm and shot towards his eyebrows like a sharp arrow, but what was even more terrifying was , he didn't feel the slightest killing intent.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the young man in Saobao immediately mobilized his magic energy, clasped his hands together, and tried to stop the black blade from piercing his eyebrows, but the sword intent was far beyond his imagination. As soon as he attached the blade, he felt his hands His face was already blurred, and the blood spurted out from the skin, tearing his palms apart like a meat chopper.

But he didn't dare to let go, he was afraid that after he let go, he would die.

On the other side of the sword, Yi Xifeng held the sword in his right hand, but slowly took off the green jade drunk fairy gourd with his left hand, drank the remaining wine in one gulp, followed him to run the Pure Yang Yujin Jue, suppressing the meridians in his body, The blood on his body also gradually stopped spilling out, but the wound was still there.

At this time, Lu Zhuchen's magic energy began to show signs of defeat, and his hands were trembling, showing a faint tendency to lose his grip.

Seeing the point of the sword approaching the point between his eyebrows little by little, the youth Saobao sighed in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes. He understood that he had lost.

He let go of his hands and let the point of the sword come.

However, Ye Jian Hanxing stopped suddenly three inches away from the center of his eyebrows, and at this moment, Yi Xifeng's voice reached his ears.

"Tell me, how to get out of the secret realm!"

Lu Zhuchen opened his eyes, first looked at the tip of the sword in front of him and the person holding the sword, and then turned his head to look at the girl not far away. He sighed and said slowly:
"Climb the Tower of Two Realms, as long as you can climb to the ninth floor, you can go out."

However, the Bai Jing youth did not feel the slightest joy when he heard the news. The two-year agreement is imminent, and it is still early until the opening of the Liangjie Mountain. If he climbs the tower by then, it may be too late.

Lu Zhuchen naturally knew what the person in front of him was thinking, and then continued:

"The flow of time in this secret realm is different from that of the outside world. The time in the secret realm is slow, while the time in the outside world is fast."

"Huh?" Yi Xifeng put away the Hanxing Sword and asked carefully:

"You mean, I've been in the secret realm for so long, but actually it's not that long outside?"

The young man in front of him nodded his head and didn't speak, which was a tacit agreement.

The white and clean young man was overjoyed, and was about to say to the person not far away, when suddenly his chest felt tight, his sword was too exhausted just now, and just now he had a sigh of relief in his body to support him.

And when his body relaxed, Yi Xifeng lost his strength in an instant, and his body almost fell over.
At this time, he felt a softness in his right arm. It turned out that Li Xintian supported him from behind, which prevented him from falling down.

Yi Xifeng endured the pain, turned his face to the girl and smiled slightly, and said weakly:
"I won."

Li Xintian looked at the scarred appearance of the person in front of him, and felt a little distressed in joy. The corners of her eyes also unconsciously shed a few tears. At this time, Yi Xifeng turned his back to her, so he couldn't see it. of.

The girl gently wiped away the teardrops with her right hand, and with a smile on her face again, she nodded vigorously, and replied:

"Yeah, we won."

The sword just now made the girl see the shadow of Cheng Tao's second brother.

The corner of the fair young man's mouth twitched, the tear on his back made him gasp, but he still smiled and asked jokingly:
"Hiss~Xintian, do you have any pills? It's best to relieve pain."

Li Xintian laughed through tears, and replied:
"Yes, I secretly took a lot of pills from the Fourth Elder."

After finishing speaking, he took out a white jade bottle from his waist pocket, poured out a few brown-red pills in it, and stuffed them all into Yi Xifeng's hands.

Looking at the several pills in his hand, the white and clean youth only took one, but as soon as he took it, he felt a scalding heat wave in his abdomen spreading to the meridians all over his body. Yi Xifeng naturally sensed the changes in his body, and he immediately sat down. Get up and meditate, soaking up the heat.

Lu Zhuchen sat on the side blankly, thinking about how to open his mouth to get the girl's forgiveness. After several battles between heaven and man, he hesitated for a while, and finally he didn't say anything.

He could tell that now, Li Xintian only had Yi Xifeng in his eyes. Although the young man was beside her, she just glanced at her and stopped paying attention.

Lu Zhuchen didn't want to make fun of himself, he stood up and walked to the side silently, after two sips of wine, he began to stare at the night in a daze, as for what happened to Elder Tian Qianyi, he didn't care, let alone care.

Suddenly, a slender figure appeared out of nowhere, and the young man was depressed, but when he realized it, it was too late.

"puff!"

Lu Zhuchen spurted a large amount of blood from his mouth. He looked down and saw a bloody hand passing through his stomach.At this time, a voice sounded quietly from behind his ears like a ghost.

"Lu Zhuchen, as I said, I will come back."

The usual beating voice sounded like the whisper of a devil.

(End of this chapter)