Chapter 1862 [Shangxie] Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin
She finally stopped in front of the yard where Xue Yanshu lived. Outside the yard, guards in black widened their eyes in surprise.
Then they reacted quickly in a very short time, and the moment they drew their swords, a buzzing sound was heard.
The sound came from the swords in their palms.
The swords they used every day, which had long become their left and right arms, and even a part of their lives, began to vibrate in their hands at this moment, as if they were suffering from an irresistible pull, shaking wildly and completely out of control, and the buzzing sound echoed in the rain.
Someone looked up in disbelief as if he had thought of something.
The figure did not come closer in sight, but the distance was enough for people to see the vast mist rising around her.
The pattering rain could no longer reach her body. Her water-red dress was quickly evaporated by the heat emanating from her body. The rain curtain seemed to be separated by a layer of protective shield, silently leaving her with a clean and dry little world.
But the pair of eyes looking over from the center of the fog were filled with indifference that could be seen from a distance - an indifference that was filled with murderous intent.
"How is that possible?"
A black-clad guard stood in the rain, reflexively holding down the sword in his hand that was buzzing more and more violently.
“She actually mastered—”
Before he finished speaking, the swords that the guards had been holding tightly in their hands could no longer be controlled. With a humming sound, they were automatically unsheathed. Many long swords shot out and surrounded the figure in red, hanging in the vast rain.
Xia Fuyi looked up.
The sword lights hanging above her head reflected her eyes, which were colder than the rain. Then she raised her hand, lowered her head, and waved gently.
The cold light cut through the rain curtain, swept across countless crystal clear and cold raindrops, and instantly reached the eyes of the guard.
The guard who first raised his head only then murmured the last four words:
"...Ten thousand swords return to their origin."
The sound of the sword tip piercing the flesh rang out one after another.
Everything was as if in slow motion. Those who wanted to attack could not even move a finger due to the terrifying sword energy and murderous aura contained in the sword.
The whole yard fell into dead silence.
The bodies fell one after another. The guards had their eyes open, with their swords stuck in their bodies. Their dilated pupils reflected the red hem of the girl's dress dragging across the water.
The man who always wore white in the past was now wearing red, and with the blood and corpses all over the yard, he had an almost enchanting coldness.
The barrier formed by the powerful internal force was retracted, and the rain once again soaked her hair and clothes.
The last line of defense was broken.
She finally stepped into Luoxue Pavilion.
The signal flare that should have been set off when she entered Linglong Pavilion was finally released across the long corridor by the guards guarding Xue Yanshu's door.
The crimson flare broke through the rain, exploding a cloud of scarlet smoke in the sky.
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
Everyone in the Tianji Sect raised their heads at this moment.
Above the bluestone hall, the arrogant man glanced out the window, his eyes darkening.
The secret guards who were still guarding outside the Fuyi Pavilion quickly jumped off the tree branches and eaves. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were still practicing sword or guarding other places also instantly used their lightness skills and flew towards the Linglong Pavilion at the fastest speed. Those who were guarding outside the Linglong Pavilion wanted to break down the door immediately, but the tall vermilion door had been locked from the inside at some point, so they had to climb over the wall to get in.
Like a mechanism that was suddenly triggered, the entire Tianji Sect was in action in an instant. Countless disciples rushed silently in the rain, like countless small rivers, flowing in only one direction - Linglong Pavilion.
And the source of all this, when the flare was released, just looked up and glanced at the cloud of smoke.
Then she lowered her head, her dark eyes staring calmly at the secret guard at the end of the corridor.
Like a ferocious beast staring at its prey.
High and mighty, yet cold and cruel.
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