Chapter 7 The pain of a sword piercing the heart



Chapter 7 The pain of a sword piercing the heart

“Brother?!”

Xie Nan, who was a step slower, ran over with a nervous face, and looked at Xie Buyou who was already unconscious in Tang Su's arms, tears streaming down his face. He didn't know what happened to his brother, he only knew that the man who was as cold and elegant as an immortal in the last second was already dead or alive in the next second.

Xie Nan was somewhat at a loss when he touched Xie Buyou's hand. Tears kept flowing out like water from a floodgate, and he couldn't wipe them away. The big tears flowed out and dripped onto Xie Buyou's fair cheeks, wetting one of his shoulders.

“Brother…wuwuwu…”

"Stop crying, contact the Sect Master immediately! The Sect Master has a way to resolve the mental parasitism of the Nightmare Flower."

"I, I..." Xie Nan couldn't stop crying, his voice choked with sobs, "I can't contact the sect leader..."

"You can't contact the Sect Master?!" Tang Su raised her voice in disbelief, "Aren't you also a child taken in by the Sect Master? How come you can't contact the Sect Master--"

After a pause, Tang Su remembered that Xie Nan didn't seem to be very popular with the sect master, so it didn't seem strange that he couldn't contact the sect master directly.

"There is no other way. I can only find the Second Elder first!"

The sect leader is not someone that anyone can contact casually, so the sect leader can only be contacted through the elders.

Tang Su took out his communication wooden tag, clasped his five fingers together and crushed the tag mercilessly, and a crystal clear phantom butterfly appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Second Elder! Brother Xie is in trouble! Contact the Sect Master quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom butterfly flew out from his palm, dragging white light with its tail, and soon disappeared in the air.

In a corner of the sect, the drunken Second Elder was sleeping soundly with a wine pot in his arms. A small white butterfly suddenly appeared in the air, flew to his ear and then disappeared.

"Second Elder——! Senior Brother Xie is in trouble——! Contact the Sect Master quickly!——"

The second elder sat up in shock from his dying illness, spilling most of the wine in the wine bottle in his hand. He didn't even have time to feel sad, and quickly contacted the sect leader.

Don't worry, nothing can happen to the child!

Mangya - a huge naturally formed fissure in the ground, like an uncrossable ravine, not only cuts off the connection between the two worlds, but is also one of the junctions between immortals and demons.

The wind was whistling coldly and the air was extremely mixed. It was a place that mortals could not set foot on. Once they stepped in, they would be crushed into powder by the powerful pressure at the border.

At this moment, a man in red, with his red clothes stained with blood, a demonic aura lingering around him, and his long hair flying wildly in the wind, stood at the edge of Mangya.

The man in white standing not far away was dressed as white as snow, with a head of black hair held up high with a jade crown, and his ink-black eyes were devoid of any emotion.

Behind the man in white stood a young man with a lovely face showing sadness and a thin figure standing in the cold wind, which was enough to make people feel pity.

"Do you know that I will not show mercy?"

The man in white held a long sword in his hand, standing proudly, looking at the man in red opposite him with a cold tone.

"Show mercy?" The blood-red eyes seemed to laugh at himself, "When have you ever shown mercy to me?"

"You're always so ruthless every time you strike."

"I just wonder if you will do the same this time?"

He looked at the young man behind the man in white again. The young man had a pair of pure and flawless eyes, which made people wonder how there could be such clear and beautiful eyes in this world?

The boy opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

The man in red knew what he was talking about.

He smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"I came to see you alone, but you brought him along. You two are truly so in love that you can't be apart for even a moment..."

The man in white immediately stood in front of the young man, blocking his line of sight, and spoke to him coldly, "Now you are the supreme demon, and immortals and demons have been incompatible since ancient times. You and Nan'er no longer have a brotherly relationship. I brought him here today just to cut off his last wish."

"What a thought! I, the dignified Demon Lord, am actually being thought of by a piece of trash. It's really funny."

The next second after the man in red finished speaking, the boy's face suddenly turned pale and tears welled up in his eyes, as if they were about to burst out of his eyes in the next second.

The man in red continued to taunt, "You still look so pitiful, a vase that only knows how to cling to men. I don't have such a useless brother."

"So... it would be better if I died..."

As soon as the words fell, the hand in the red sleeve had already gathered the magic energy, and with a toe jump into the air, a ball of magic energy attacked the young man.

A white light flashed, and the condensed demonic energy dissipated instantly, and the cold and handsome face of the man in white appeared in front of him.

The man in red did not stop his actions. He stretched out his hands like claws to grab the opponent, and his target was still the young man behind him.

The speed was so fast that the man in white had no time to speak and could only stab the opponent with his sword twirling his wrist.

There was the sound of a sword piercing flesh, and the hand with five claws just stopped at the boy's eyelashes. If it was just a hair's breadth away, he would have been blinded and become a blind man.

Tears finally fell from my eye sockets, and the warm tears slid down my cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

At the same time, the blood on the red-clothed man's chest flowed along the sword, and soon, a blood puddle formed on the ground...

In the deserted and desolate place where immortals and demons meet—Mangya, heavy snow fell for the first time...

The young man suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in shock, his forehead covered with sweat and his eyes filled with fear that had not yet subsided.

Xie Buyou unconsciously touched his chest, where he still felt the pain of being pierced by a sword.

So scary!

He actually dreamed of a scene where the vicious male supporting character was stabbed to death by the protagonist!

Or the feeling of being there in person!

It's really a random act to scare the flower of our motherland to death!

Xie Buyou tried hard to calm his heartbeat and looked around. This place seemed to be an ice cave, with sharp and arrogant ice spikes piercing through obstacles from every corner. Some smooth surfaces could only vaguely reflect human figures.

When I touched my lower body, I felt a cool, smooth and ice bed.

This seems to be Master’s Chilling Heart Cave.

It was quite chilling, and my heart suddenly turned cold.

The originally hot body slowly calmed down under the attack of the surrounding ice, and the brain gradually became clear. The originally terrible dream suddenly became blurred at this moment, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of the details.

Of course, he didn't want to continue thinking about that nightmare, and he didn't want to experience such a thing again in person.

Let’s work hard to live today!

"Is You'er awake? Is he feeling better?"

A tall figure appeared in front of the ice cave. The face could not be seen clearly against the light, but the light around him was extremely dazzling. Xie Buyou could not help but cover his eyes with his hands and squinted at the person.

As he got closer, the light disappeared and he could see the person's face clearly. A handsome face appeared in Xie Buyou's sight.

You would never have thought that the leader of the Wan Dao Sect is actually a young man. He looks only a few years older than Xie Buyou, but in fact he is already over a thousand years old.

"Why aren't you talking, You'er? Are you feeling unwell anywhere else?" The man spoke with concern and walked over to sit next to Xie Buyou while speaking.


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