Xie Chuncan closed his eyes wearily, listening to the sounds of the fourth and fifth arrows being cut in half. Five consecutive arrows countered Luo Jiujiang's ferocious and violent sword energy. Just as Luo Jiujiang's sword moves were about to fade, he roared fiercely, and the sword's momentum did not fall, but instead increased!
The sixth arrow was split in half by Luo Jiujiang, and only the seventh arrow separated the two. This was the last fortress that Luo Jiujiang needed to break through, and it was also Xie Chuncan's only remaining line of defense.
Xie Chuncan could no longer stand, sliding down onto a branch, using his last remaining strength to study Luo Jiujiang's face, so close to him. The young man gritted his teeth, using all his strength to resist Xie Chuncan's stunning seven arrows. Almost every muscle in his face was twisted and tense, his entire face stained with a ferocious look.
I don't know if it's because his eyes are too clear and open, if Xie Chuncan didn't know that the person he was currently fighting with was himself, he would have almost turned against him in an instant and shared the same hatred with this young man.
Luo Jiujiang seemed to have a kind of determination that was enough to make people believe in him, and people couldn't help but feel that what he was going to do would definitely succeed.
Xie Chuncan looked at Luo Jiujiang: He looked at Luo Jiujiang's expression which was as firm as steel at this moment, he looked at Luo Jiujiang's hands holding the knife whose skin was cracked and blood was flowing everywhere because Luo Jiujiang could not bear too much spiritual energy, he looked at the huge waves of snow wall behind Luo Jiujiang that were stirred up by his sword energy, just like the waves in the story that Luo Jiujiang had told him before.
The seventh arrow confronted Luo Jiujiang's blade for a long time, and finally shattered into pieces.
Luo Jiujiang's sharp blade almost touched Xie Chuncan's neck, and Xie Chuncan slowly closed his eyes. This was not the first time he had been so close to death, but it might be the last time.
Perhaps it was because he had already stepped into the gates of hell, but some memories that he thought were long gone slowly revived, and the tender voice of a child ignorantly recited a poem of reunion with the elders.
"The flowers in the forest have faded so quickly... Daddy, how could flowers fade?"
The hometown that exists in the soft memory has a pleasant temperature and it is like spring all year round. His courtyard is full of flowers and new flowers bloom every day.
The child was so naive that he didn't understand that flowers will wither, time will pass, and those he loves dearest will leave him because of various changes.
Now he is barely surviving in this dead place, and he is afraid that he will never see any flowers again.
Xie Chuncan could feel the sharp blade hanging on the side of his neck, and a strong smell of blood surrounded him. He opened his eyes, and the blood on Luo Jiujiang's hand dripped down and was caught by his eyelashes.
"Thank you, brother, I won this round.
"Xie...I accept the loss."
"Yeah." Luo Jiujiang's voice was also filled with a hint of laughter, "After we get out, I'll take Brother Xie to see the sea."
His voice became increasingly low, reaching a level so low that it was practically inaudible by the time he uttered the last word. Before Xie Chuncan could react, he collapsed onto him, instantly crushing the entire weight of a fourteen-year-old onto the frail Xie Chuncan.
Unable to maintain their balance on the branch, they both fell, sending a cloud of dust flying everywhere, creating a large, human-shaped crater in the snow. Due to his previous posture, Xie Chuncan groaned and was forced to fall back on the unconscious Luo Jiujiang, nearly suffocating from the force.
After a while, Xie Chuncan struggled to get up from the snow, while Luo Jiujiang was still unconscious, his hands still tightly holding the hilt of his sword.
Xie Chuncan sat alone on the snow, catching his breath and recovering his strength for a moment before turning to look at Luo Jiujiang, whose eyes were tightly closed. It was a miracle that Luo Jiujiang, with his newly entered Foundation Establishment stage, could withstand his ultimate attack, a fourth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator. It would be unjust if Luo Jiujiang didn't faint.
He reached out to pry open the knife handle that Luo Jiujiang had clasped tightly in his palm, but even after three or four attempts, he still couldn't do it. Luo Jiujiang held his knife tightly, as if it were his life.
...Maybe this knife is not much less important than his life. After all, it is the only thing Luo Jiujiang has in this deadly place.
After trying two or three more times, Xie Chuncan finally gave up. He looped Luo Jiujiang's arms, which had been twisted into a ring from holding the knife, around his neck and, using his remaining strength, carried him on his back. Xie Chuncan clutched the Fallen Feather Bow in his hand. Through the vast snow, Xie Chuncan walked quietly, holding his bow and carrying his new friend on his back.
He was still weak, his steps unsteady, and there were probably countless pairs of prying eyes hiding on all sides, and countless deliberate ambushes lurking in all directions. However, at this moment, none of those things seemed to matter anymore.
Together with the man on his back, he would find a way to escape this deadly place. He was going to see the sea.
The archer who had been moving on the treetops finally walked on the ground.
The author has something to say: Many years later, someone asked the Sword God Luo Jiujiang: "What is the most proud move you have made in your life?"
Was it a stunning strike that shattered the boundaries of three thousand worlds, or was it a thousand-year-old knife mark engraved on the Eternal Stone, or was it...
"I guess..." Dragon God Han Qianling answered indifferently, "It's the gay friend strategy."
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