Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 30 Breaking the City Without Tears

"boom!"

Zhuge Wuwei jumped down and landed, smashing hard in front of Su Tianxin.

With a muffled groan, Zhuge Wuwei was shot out by the sword light, and a big mouthful of blood was spurted out of his mouth.

Limp and fell to the ground.

Perhaps it was because of Zhuge Wuwei's resistance, or because Yang Jiao saw that Su Tianxin had no strength to resist, so he just swung the sword at will, and even though the remaining sword light also hit Su Tianxin, It was just that she was severely injured and was dying. After all, she still didn't die completely.

"Do nothing."

At this time, Su Tianxin yelled at Zhuge Wuwei weakly, regardless of his own injuries.

And Yang Jiao frowned slightly looking at Zhuge Wuwei who was about to lose his breath.

He also didn't expect Zhuge Wuwei to fall down suddenly, especially when he didn't have any martial arts skills, he would go all out to save Su Tianxin.

"Do nothing!"

At this time, Yan Chixia and others happened to see Zhuge Wuwei blocking the sword with his body.

Among the crowd, Sima Sanniang immediately rushed to Zhuge Wuwei's side.

Several consecutive golden lights flashed in his hand, and healing talismans filled his chest and abdomen.

Zhuge Wuwei couldn't help recovering his vitality. At this time, Yan Chixia also came to his side, and helped Zhuge Wuwei up very worriedly. Then, he looked anxiously at Sima Sanniang:

"Sanniang, how is Wuwei?"

Sima Sanniang hesitated to speak, her face showed embarrassment, and finally she looked depressed.

"Okay, uncle, I know my injury."

With that said, he turned his head to look at Su Tianxin:
"Sister Tianxin, you don't have to feel guilty. I saved you voluntarily. When I jumped off the cliff and was about to die, you saved me."

Zhuge Wuwei had a smile on his blood-stained mouth:
"How can I not repay my life-saving grace? Besides, from this point of view, I have earned nearly 20 years in vain."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Su Tianxin to respond, Zhuge Wuwei turned his gaze to Yan Hongye who was still expressionless.

"In this life, although we can't love each other, I believe that one day, someone will make you feel the existence of love. I hope that in the future, you can become a woman who dares to love and hate."

"Also, after I die, the marriage of the seventh generation will no longer exist, and you will never be entangled by fate."

"Also, Zhuge Liuyun is my younger brother. He has a deep affection for you. You can also accept him."

"Hongye, I wish you to find your own dream and live the life you want in the future."

After saying those words, Zhuge Wuwei slowly closed his eyes, and his head fell heavily on Yan Chixia's arm.

"Zhuge Wuwei."

After listening to Zhuge Wuwei's words, Yan Hongye called out his name involuntarily, her eyes dimmed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Yang Jiao watched Zhuge Wuwei die, and couldn't help thinking of the scene when he handed him the book against the sadness of the city without tears.

I feel a little sorry in my heart.

Suddenly, Yan Chixia glared at Yang Jiao:

"Seven Nights Demon Monarch, Wuwei has a gentle heart since he was a child, he is kind to others, and has never blushed with anyone, how did you do it?"

"Where is the fairness and justice you talked about?"

"Is it possible that killing a good person is your fairness and justice!"

Yang Jiao won't explain anything, Zhuge Wuwei bumped into his own Jianguang, and if he wants to succeed in something, he will naturally have to pay the due price, which is not fair.

Besides, which strong person would get angry with the weak, so Yang Jiao lowered his eyes indifferently:
"It is always difficult for meek and right people to survive, because the world is neither kind nor right."

"Perhaps letting Zhuge Wuwei get rid of his seven-generation marriage fate in this way may not be a bad choice."

"What a ruthless Yinyue Demon Lord." Yan Chixia gritted her teeth in hatred.

"Yan Chixia, are you hating this sage, or are you still hating your own uselessness?"

Yang Jiao looked at the few people in the distance with profound eyes.

"I'm afraid most of your hatred stems from your own powerlessness, and you, Su Tianxin, another existence who regards you as a family member, died in front of your eyes."

"What do you think!"

"Yan Hongye, what I promised you at the beginning, now it seems that it has been completed."

"Congratulations, you have successfully escaped your fate."

"What? You all have this expression, but I like your teeth itching with hatred, and I can't do anything about it."

After Yang Jiao finished speaking, he jumped up and stood in midair. When Yan Chixia and others below looked at his deep and deep eyes.

His complexion became more and more embarrassing, and he couldn't help thinking that this time it might be more ominous.

"Brother Qiye."

At this moment, Nie Xiaoqian, who didn't know how to face Yang Jiao after knowing that she was the resentful couple of the seventh generation, shouted, as if she didn't want Yan Chixia and the others to be hurt.

"Xiaoqian, you have grown up, and you should choose your own path."

"Remember, don't do it, do it, and don't regret it."

After Yang Jiao gave Nie Xiaoqian instructions, she completely severed the connection between her and this other body.

From now on, he only wants to swallow the immeasurable grievances of the demon star on the day when the demon rushes to the seven evil spirits, and have the power to transcend this world. By the way, he will see if demonizing the three worlds can really win the favor of the heavens in this world and the source of the world. force.

But before that, he had to perfect his current strength.

After fighting with Su Tianxin before, I found that not only my newly completed Sky Slashing and Sword Drawing 2.0 has not been completely perfected and reached the level of perfection.

Even his own experience in fighting the enemy is still too little, or it can be said that he is used to killing when he draws his sword.

Or it is to fight like a crush with unequal levels of cultivation.

As a result, it is impossible to improve yourself in an all-round way without dead ends.

Although the current strength, in comparison, is roughly the same as Yan Hongye who has thoroughly practiced the secret art of the mysterious heart in the original plot, that is, it is a line higher than the original Qiye who became a demon.

However, Yang Jiao felt that it was still not enough.

Back in the main world, I am still a small shrimp, and if I am not careful, I will receive a lunch box.

So, how can you not do your best to improve yourself.

However, what kind of improvement can be faster than the sublimation between life and death!
Between life and death, desperately sublimate one's own wisdom, burn one's own heritage, accumulate combat experience, and sharpen one's will.

Thinking of this, he smiled lightly at everyone below, and this smile came from his indestructible trust in himself.

So, Yang Jiao said slowly with cold eyes:

"The greatest pain in life is the inability to bridge the gap between knowing and doing."

"It's like you know that I have strength far beyond yours, but you will never be able to surpass me, defeat me, or kill me."

"However, this time, for Zhuge Wuwei's sake, I will give you a chance."

A bit of cold light flashed in Yang Jiao's eyes.

"A chance to kill me."

"Don't you just want to prevent the seventh generation's resentful couple from destroying the world? Just right, kill me, the seventh generation's resentful couple, the Yinyue Demon Lord."

"You can not only take revenge, but also maintain the righteous way in the world in your heart."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jiao's Yixi sword was unsheathed instantly, and a sword light that seemed to cut off the sky burst forth.

Immediately, a crack like an abyss was cut out, extending from the bottom of the abyss to the outside of the city without tears.

"what!"

In the dark, a mournful and desperate cry resounded through the sky, appearing in the sky above the City of No Tears.

"It's a go-getter."

Ning Caichen realized whose voice it was.

After Yang Jiao put the sword back into its sheath, he stretched out his left hand again, only to see the remaining sad and evil spirit in the city, like a baby swallow returning to its nest, it couldn't wait to gather all of them in his hand.

After a while, even Gan Jiang's sword flew towards Yang Jiao, presumably, he was the reincarnation of Gan Jiang, immediately grasped the hilt of the sword, and glanced at the queen below again.

"Everyone, do your best to become stronger."

"After all, hard work will not betray you. Although dreams will betray you, hard work may not necessarily realize your dreams."

"But the fact that I have worked hard is enough to comfort myself."

"I am looking forward to seeing you guys give me a surprise before the Lantern Festival next year."

"Yan Hongye, Su Tianxin, next time we meet, I hope you won't let me down."

"Otherwise... you will die."

(End of this chapter)