Fairy, would you like to discuss the truth with me?

Chapter 228 Finally

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to take action. However, as soon as he raised his hand, he felt a chill around him, and a thin layer of frost condensed on his arm.

Although it only took a moment for the frost to be dispersed by his spiritual power, a life-and-death fight required full concentration. Although he was only a moment slower, he was still at a disadvantage in the end.

The magic spell used in a hurry was not as powerful as the sword energy that Leng Qingfei had accumulated for a long time.

The cold and sharp sword energy attacked first, like a thin thread, easily breaking up the black flywheel and piercing through the opponent's neck in an instant.

"Well……"

Before the man could say anything, his eyes became dull, and then his body tilted and he fell off the carriage, hitting the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.

At the same time, Su Xuan also rushed to the middle of the air. Seeing that Leng Qingfei had already dealt with the opponent, he grabbed the reins and forcibly controlled the three wind and thunder horses.

"Fizz!"

The three horses neighed hard in pain and fought back desperately, but Su Xuan held the reins tightly and used his spiritual power to suppress them, making it difficult for them to break free.

Seeing that the three precious horses were still struggling hard, Su Xuan did not say much. He casually slashed out with a sword energy and directly cut off the head of the wind and thunder precious horse on the far left.

The struggling strength of the other two wind and thunder horses was instantly reduced by 70%.

Seeing this, Su Xuan's expression relaxed a little. He had originally been worried that these three wind and thunder horses were stubborn and would rather die than obey. Now it seems that he was overthinking it.

After all, some spirit pets have deep feelings for their masters and would rather die than surrender...but these two wind and thunder horses are obviously not among them.

The two wind and thunder horses soon stopped resisting completely, and their eyes became docile.

"Senior Sister, please get into the carriage first." After saying that, Su Xuan looked at Lu Qingxuan not far away and nodded.

Lu Qingxuan understood what he meant, put away the Tianxuan Guqin, and flew towards the carriage.

At the same time, Su Xuan flicked his sleeves, and a dozen talismans flew out from his sleeves, surrounding the carriage, and finally forming a faint protective shield.

Driving in mid-air is really too conspicuous and can easily attract attacks from others. Now, he casts a talisman array as protection, so even if he really encounters danger, he can withstand a few more attacks.

After doing all this, Su Xuan waved the whip vigorously, and the two wind and thunder horses immediately galloped wildly.

After two or three breaths, the speed of the Wind and Thunder Horse reached its peak. Looking up from below, one could only see a streak of purple light...

……

In the dim room, the candlelight flickered, and the light it emitted was extremely weak, somewhat similar to the old man sitting cross-legged on the cushion.

The old man looked pale, with large chunks of flesh and blood falling off his body.

If there were outsiders here and saw this scene, they would probably scream out in fear.

What happened to this old man was really weird.

Although flesh and blood kept falling off his body, there was not a trace of blood... Rather than flesh and blood, it looked more like the skin shed by a snake.

Not only that, but the places where the flesh had fallen off gradually began to grow lines of flesh granulations. In a few blinks of an eye, the old man could no longer be seen as a human.

Just as these granulation tissues were about to completely envelop the old man, at this moment, an extremely pure spiritual power suddenly gushed out from the small golden tower in front of the old man. As more and more spiritual power gushed out, the granulation tissues on the old man's body stopped growing and were dissolved bit by bit.

"Faster...faster..."

The old man's voice was hoarse, like a dying crow. As he murmured, he urged the golden tower, and the golden light on the tower became stronger and stronger, and the spiritual energy that gushed out became stronger and stronger. The pure and majestic spiritual energy greatly alleviated the old man's pain, and a trace of blood finally appeared on his pale face. He tried to use his spiritual sense to explore the golden tower and find out what was happening inside the tower.

Then his expression stiffened little by little.

He saw an old friend in the tower.

In his memory, the old friend was usually dressed in white, with a calm expression, like a banished immortal.

But now he is wearing a black robe, sitting in a carriage and driving the horse bureau.

"Sure enough... you really have a backup plan." The old man suddenly laughed, and his laughter was accompanied by heavy breathing.

“If it were you, maybe it would really be possible to reach that step…” Perhaps because he laughed too hard, traces of blood flowed out from the corners of the old man’s mouth, but he seemed not to notice and was still laughing happily.

After a moment, the old man gradually stopped smiling and slowly stood up.

The next moment, a strong pressure emerged from him. At this moment, he was no longer the dying old man who was like a candle in the wind, but a real monk.

"That old blind man didn't lie to me. You and I will indeed have three fights." The old man waved his hand casually, and suddenly a black sword appeared in his hand.

The moment he grasped the sword, the old man suddenly remembered some things from a long, long time ago. He remembered the high spirits he had when he was young and had just left the mountain gate, and he also remembered the name he had not used for a long time.

Chen Xiang.

That year, he participated in the Hundred Sects Competition as the sect's number one genius, and believed that he was invincible among the younger generation.

At the beginning, it was just as he thought. Those so-called geniuses were like chickens and dogs in front of him. He was unstoppable and won victory after victory. He was once regarded as the person most likely to win the championship.

Until the boy he met in the last round.

The other person was dressed in white and had a calm expression. He just nodded slightly, and then the two of them drew their swords and faced each other.

After only ten rounds, Chen Xiang felt the tremendous pressure. After twenty rounds, he had used up all his cards and was finally defeated in the 29th round.

That day, he realized that there was a gap between geniuses.

That day, he met an old blind man, who just smiled and said casually, "Don't be depressed, there are still two games to go, no rush."

After returning to the mountain gate, he did not become discouraged, but rose from the ashes and made further progress in the way of the sword.

But he never met the young man in white again.

It was not until a hundred years later, because of a catastrophe, that he saw him again.

This time he was defeated again, but he lasted nearly a hundred rounds. He thought he would win the third game, but there was no third game.

In that catastrophe, 90% of the cultivators in the world died, the spiritual veins of the entire realm were devoured, and the path for the cultivators to take was almost completely cut off.

However, the man in white slashed out an incomparable and stunning sword energy before he died... Chen Xiang didn't want to die, and finally chose to linger on, but he was no longer human.

……

The memory stopped abruptly.

Chen Xiang let out a long breath, then turned into a ray of light and entered the golden tower.

(End of this chapter)