sword from heaven

Chapter 94
Chu Xiaoyun was in a daze, heard the movement and looked over, stepped forward to support him: "Junior Brother?"

Song Yunge managed to stay awake, not letting the golden light swallow him, took out the Zhetian Jue from his arms with difficulty, and handed it to Chu Xiaoyun: "Keep using vitality to push it, and it must not be broken!"

"What is this?" Chu Xiaoyun asked.

Song Yunge said with difficulty: "The things that cover the secrets and breath, once the breath is cut off, Yuntian Palace will find us!"

"There is such a strange thing?" Chu Xiaoyun looked at Zhe Tianjue curiously, never would have thought that such an ordinary piece of jade could have this ability.

Song Yunge said with difficulty: "Senior sister, remember to never stop breathing!"

"Okay, how are you?" Chu Xiaoyun felt that he was getting heavier and heavier, like a hill.

Song Yunge shook his head: "I can't die, remember don't worry about me, don't care about the severity of my injuries, don't worry about it, I have my own way to recover, don't break the Zhetian Jue, remember..."

He was extremely worried, the current Chu Xiaoyun was confused, prone to fainting, and could not finish speaking, suddenly fell into a coma.

Chu Xiaoyun was startled.

She thought that Song Yunge would die all of a sudden, so she put it down lightly, touched her wrist and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the pulse is fast and slow, sinking and lightening, the changes are abrupt and strange, but as long as the breath is still there, the master of Tianwaitian will not die so easily.

She let go of her hand and stared at Song Yunge.

Song Yunge's slender eyebrows were tightly furrowed, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, as if he had fallen into a nightmare
Chu Xiaoyun sighed.

She didn't know what happened to Song Yunge, now she was left alone, and suddenly felt that the world was extraordinarily cold.

In the past two days, she had gotten used to Song Yunge being by her side. Despite the pain, she didn't feel too lonely.

Look at the layers of white clouds, the mountains in the distance are like islands, the strong wind is blowing, and the ice is cold to the bone.

She has been working hard to push Zhe Tianjue, and gradually her mind wanders, and she falls into memories.

She always felt that Sun Tiantong's death was too unjust, and he obviously liked her, but Jiao Dongcheng misunderstood that he liked Junior Sister Xu, so he murdered him.

This is really a strange injustice in the world, Jiao Dongcheng deserves to die, but killing him, he didn't feel any pleasure, and the pain was still unbearable.

She really wanted to be free, sitting here countless times wanted to jump off, not using the skills to protect her body and be smashed to pieces, to find Sun Tiantong under the Nine Springs.

She sighed long and long, and looked at Song Yunge again.

Song Yunge's breath became weaker and weaker, and the faint breath seemed to be cut off at any time.

Chu Xiaoyun frowned, and pressed Song Yuning's wrist.

"Bang!" She flew backwards suddenly, drew a parabola and fell heavily ten meters away, almost flying off the cliff.

She turned over and looked at Song Yunge in astonishment.

His breath is so weak, and the power in his body is so tyrannical.

She was injured.

Wiping the corners of her mouth, she slowly got up and walked towards Song Yunge, squatting down and pressing on his chest.

"Bang!" She drew another parabola and flew more than ten meters away.

This time it flew inward, further away from the cliff.

She helplessly wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, she had calmed down, and it seemed that she really couldn't touch it.

But when he got closer, he saw that Song Yunge had already stopped breathing.

Her face changed slightly.

If Song Yunge hadn't been escorting him, he wouldn't have been in such danger and suffered such an injury.

Thinking of this, she pressed Song Yuning's wrist regardless of the injury, and sent in a burst of vitality, hoping that this vitality would stimulate him to resume breathing.

"Bang!" This time she fell farther and harder, blood gushed from the corner of her mouth, and she was seriously injured.

She hurriedly got up and looked at Song Yunge again.

Song Yunge's breathing really recovered, making her smile.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly got up and stretched, and began to exercise and adjust breath to recover from the injury.

As soon as he sat down, his expression changed.

She hurriedly groped her body, then lowered her head to search in a hurry, and finally found Zhetianjue in a crevice of a rock.

Taking a long breath, he hurriedly held it again to mobilize his vitality.

Then continue to adjust breath and exercise to heal injuries.

Half an hour later, she opened her eyes and saw that Song Yunge's breathing was still intermittent, as if it would stop at any moment.

She shook her head helplessly, helpless.

"Hey, it really is here!" A sneer suddenly sounded.

Chu Xiaoyun suddenly turned his head to look.

The four youths floated over, came to them in an instant, and stood on the edge of the cliff.

Seeing their white robes and the clouds embroidered on the corners of their robes, Chu Xiaoyun knew they were from Yuntian Palace.

Her heart sank, she rushed towards Song Yunge without hesitation, and wanted to run away with Song Yunge in her arms.

"It's late!" A young man with a horse face floated to block her, separating her from Song Yunge.

Five youths floated in from afar again.

The round-faced young man in the lead clasped his fists with a smile: "Senior Brother Ma, your tracking skills are still better, I admire you!"

"Hehe, I'm a sword master after all. You guys are inferior in level, and I'm invincible." The horse-faced youth said with a smile.

Five young people surrounded Song Yunge and Chu Xiaoyun.

They glanced at Song Yunge, then looked at Chu Xiaoyun, looked up and down a few times, showing anger.

"It's her? I can't tell." The round-faced youth said, "It doesn't look like a cruel person."

The horse-faced youth shook his head: "You can't judge a person by appearance, can't you see the wildness in her eyes?"

Chu Xiaoyun has the will to die and is not afraid. The only thing she wants to do is to send Song Yunge away and not let him die with her.

He died as soon as he died, and he happened to go down with Senior Brother Sun to be a companion. Junior Brother Song was in his prime, and he didn't have a woman yet. It would be a pity to die without having tasted love.

But in the current situation, they may not let Junior Brother Song go, and they may want to silence him together.

"Chu Xiaoyun, you are fine!" The horse-faced youth said coldly, "Junior Jiao Jiao Dongcheng was killed by you, right?"

"It's me." Chu Xiaoyun said lightly, "Damn him!"

"Damn it, it's not your turn to kill!" The horse-faced youth said coldly: "Whoever dares to kill our Yuntian Palace disciples will be killed without mercy!"

Chu Xiaoyun shook his head: "Those who kill my disciples of Tianyue Mountain will be killed without mercy!"

"That's very good, let's see who can kill better according to their ability! ... Now how do you choose?" The horse-faced youth pointed to Song Yunge and then to Chu Xiaoyun: "Our Yuntian Palace acts openly and aboveboard, and we have a right to do it. The debtor has the owner, you die, or he dies!"

Chu Xiaoyun said: "If you want to kill me, it depends on your ability. As for whether to kill him or not, it's up to you!"

She knew that Song Yunge's fate was beyond her control, and at this point, it could only depend on luck.

Look at each other's fate, my own fate is not good, if I knew I was going to die, why not die with Senior Brother Sun!

"He doesn't really need to die." The horse-faced youth said: "As long as you kill yourself in front of us, then let him go, anyway, he is already dead."

Chu Xiaoyun frowned and looked at him: "What do you mean?"

"I, Ma Zhihua, always say that one is one, and two is two!" said the horse-faced youth proudly.

Chu Xiaoyun pondered, hesitated, and swept towards Ma Zhihua from time to time.

Ma Zhihua said in a deep voice: "Why, do you want me to swear a heavy oath?"

Chu Xiaoyun hummed slowly: "I can't trust you guys!"

"Okay, okay!" Ma Zhihua put his palms up in the sky, and made a heavy oath. If any of the people violated this oath, he, Ma Zhihua, would have a sword on his body, and his soul would never be freed from the sea of ​​misery.

This oath is not trivial.

The masters of Tianwaitian take their oaths seriously, once they break the oath, there will be inner demons, no matter how difficult it is to break through the realm.

(End of this chapter)