Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

The long sword in his hand cut through Yanluo's slender neck without any pause.She clutched her neck, not knowing until her death that decades of friendship meant nothing to a girl.

When she drew the sword, she still hesitated and couldn't bear it, but when Fu Zhu drew the sword, there was not even the slightest hesitation.

Yanluo's figure suddenly collapsed and disappeared, and Fuzhu was still in the strange black water. She had no intention of feeling Yanluo's death.

Fu Zhu continued to take two steps forward, and there was an old man in white blocking the way. She frowned slightly. She had never seen this man before.

The old man was thin and a little rugged. If it weren't for the loose skin on his face, Fu Zhu would have thought that there were bones wrapped under the loose robe.

"You were the one who killed my disciple Yanluo?"

The overwhelming pressure swept across the entire black water area. Fu Zhu saw that the water under his feet was trembling slightly.

She tried to straighten up and said calmly, "Yes."

Fu Zhu instantly knew the identity of the person in front of him, the master of the Fuchen Sword Sect.

Hearing her unashamed answer, the headmaster's face became filled with anger, "Since you are a disciple of the Fuchen Sword Sect, you killed your senior sister without any regrets, and showed no respect to the headmaster. You are so unkind and cruel." How can a man of courtesy be worthy of cultivating the right path of my sword?"

Fu Zhu's face also darkened. Even the phantom person couldn't scold her like that. Her body disappeared in an instant as fast as lightning. Before the real head teacher had time to find her figure, a little silver light reflected in her eyes, and she lowered her head. Looking at it, the sword pierced his chest.

"You..." The headmaster raised his hand with difficulty and pointed at the girl.

Fu Zhu touched his ears and said in a lazy tone, "I don't want to hear your nonsense."

When she turned around, she was suddenly stunned.

Faces familiar to her and unfamiliar to her all appeared here. They were all disciples of the Fuchen Sword Sect, with red eyes and looking at her angrily.

"She killed the real master!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and the deathly silence suddenly broke out.

"Kill her to avenge the master!"

"Correct!"

Countless sword shadows intertwined, and Nan Chun asked with red eyes: "Why are you doing this?"

"Senior Sister Nanchun, what are you talking to her about?" A disciple said angrily, raised his sword and thrust out. The talisman was only slightly blocked, but the sword energy knocked the person flying several feet away, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

When Nan Chun saw her showing no mercy to her fellow disciples, the last bit of tenderness in his heart was wiped away, and he attacked her fiercely.

Looking at this posture, Fu Zhu knew what Huan Hai Fuchen was trying to do. It was betting on whether it would not let go of this dream, trying to use emotions to keep itself trapped in this place.

Of course the talisman bead will not do what it wants.

She looked at the disciples of the Fuchen Sword Sect in front of her, and had no intention of playing around with them. She swept her sword in a circle, and cut the throats of more than a dozen people with the sharp sword energy.

The most ordinary black iron sword of the Fuchen Sword Sect was like a huge killing weapon, terrifying everyone's minds.

Su Xi couldn't bear to see his fellow disciple die, so he took the initiative to stand in front of her. He should have hated the girl in front of him. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say any words of reproach.

The girl's long sword was stained with scarlet blood. Her green clothes were no longer in their original state, and there were blood stains on her forehead. She seemed to have crawled out of a sea of ​​blood, but Su Xi felt that the breath on the girl's body was still very clean.

Just like the first time I saw you.

He said vaguely: "You...can you stop?"

The girl opposite shook her head and said, "Su Xi, this is my sword journey, I can't stop here."

If she wants to move forward, she must break through the floating dust in the illusory sea.

Cut off all the illusions and bubbles, and the cause and fate will be harmonious.

Su Xi wanted to say, no, the sword journey should not be like this, she should take the broad road instead of this narrow road.

But through the girl, he seemed to see a fresh and beating heart of the sword, so pure, fearless and unswerving.

It's obviously wrong, but why is the heart of the sword so clean?
Su Xi clenched her sword in pain and struck at the girl.

Fu Zhu picked up the tip of his sword, turned the sword, and stabbed into the young man's throat. Su Xi smiled in relief.

His body fell backwards, Mei Ruoling supported him and cried out: "Su Xi!" The boy could no longer respond to her.

Mei Ruoling turned around and wanted to question Fu Zhu, but found that the girl did not stop here at all. She drew her sword and flowed like clouds and water, and soon everyone in the Fuchen Sword Sect was defeated.

The kind-hearted Senior Sister Nanchun, the slightly silent Qi Qin, the cold and distant Yue Xin, Senior Brother Feng Zhen, Elder Xi Huizi, Elder Xuanzhen, and everyone she knew or didn't know, all died in Fu. Under the bead sword.

She never knew that Fu Zhu's swordsmanship was so superb that he could fight the entire Fuchen Sword Sect by himself.

She would also rather that her swordsmanship would never be so high, and she would just be a girl who cuts off autumn flowers with a sword in the clouds.

In this way, they can still be good friends.

Mei Ruoling was crying so much that she was out of breath. Her body was trembling and she clenched her teeth to prevent herself from showing her cowardice. She only had one pair of eyes, which were frighteningly red. She puffed up her chest and said, "I'm the only one left. You want to kill me." Just kill him!"

After saying that, she couldn't hold back anymore and started crying, "Why do you have to be like this? Even if Fuchen Sword Sect is not good, some people will scold you behind your back, but Su Xi, Senior Sister Nanchun has never been sorry to you, wuwuwu , why did you kill Su Xi..."

Fu Zhu whispered: "Mei Ruoling, I have never changed."

Mei Ruoling's choked voice paused, and then she burst out, "You never call me Mei Ruoling. Doesn't this count as a change?"

Fu Zhu was speechless for a moment.

Mei Ruoling twitched and raised her eyes to look at the girl for a long time. Her eyebrows were still the same as before, and her voice was normal and clear, but...

Deep down she just couldn't accept it.

Mei Ruoling suddenly stood up, holding a long sword in her hand and pointing it between the girl's eyebrows, "I want to ask you about swordsmanship!"

"Okay." Fu Zhu responded.

But with one move, the outcome has already been decided.

Mei Ruoling seemed to be crying and laughing as she grabbed the girl's sword and stabbed it into her chest.

Fu Zhu was silent for a long time, until Xuanshui kept retreating and the sky gradually became brighter. A couple held her cold hands and said, "Zhu Zhu, what's wrong with you?"

It's Ye Tieyi and Liu Yueqiang.

Her last bond in the fantasy sea.

As long as they are killed, she can leave.

"Pearl?"

The woman's soft questioning voice brought the girl back to her thoughts. Fu Zhu raised a less obvious smile and said softly: "It's time for me to go back."

Ye Tieyi asked: "Are you going back to Fuchen Sword Sect so soon? I don't know what year or month it will be when I see you next time. Zhuzhu is on the mountain, so you have to take care of yourself."

The couple is full of reluctance. Monks are different from mortals. How many more 20 years do they have until they meet their daughter?
Fu Zhu took out his hand and said, "I'm not going back to Fuchen Sword Sect."

"It's about asking the sword tower."

She should be in the Asking Sword Tower.

The couple's pupils suddenly widened and they fell backwards. In an instant, the boundless black water receded and white light penetrated their eyes.

"talisman beads!"

"You are finally back!"

A big dream, like a lifetime ago.

Sanqing looked at her dazed expression, tried to stand on tiptoes, spread his fingers, and dangled them in front of her eyes, "Fu beads?"

"I'm Sanqing, do you still recognize me?"

I’m very happy to see everyone’s concern (ε｀)