Chapter 2291 [Shangxie] Qingxiao
Changsun Qingzhao stood quietly for a long time.
His expressionless face was illuminated by the morning light, making him look even colder than ice. His eyes were blurred in the light, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but he did not turn away at all, and kept staring at Xia Fuyi.
"Xia Fuyi, it seems that old man Taixu is not a good master. You've forgotten everything I taught you before: when facing an opponent you can never defeat, you must retreat."
He gently waved his black sleeve embroidered with dark golden cloud patterns, stretched out his hand to the side, and invisible internal force fluctuations emanated from his palm. Suddenly, a long and clear sword chant was heard from the hall high above, and then a green shadow shot straight from the hall and quietly landed in Changsun Qingzhao's outstretched palm.
It was a green long sword with no patterns on the blade. It looked plain and unpretentious, but there was an ancient and heavy murderous intent hidden on the shining blade.
The green long sword drooped diagonally in Changsun Qingzhao's palm. He looked at Xia Fuyi expressionlessly and said lightly,
"Xia Fuyi, if I hadn't stopped you from killing Xue Yanshu, would you still have left Tianji Sect?"
Xia Fuyi stared at him coldly, without a trace of emotion,
"I never make assumptions, and there are no ifs in reality."
Chang Sun Qingzhao smiled faintly, but this smile on his handsome face seemed to mean nothing.
"You're right. There are no ifs in reality. Even if I had to do it again, I would still do the same thing."
Even though the incident had happened a long time ago, Xia Fuyi couldn't help but grit her teeth slightly when she heard these words, and blood flowed from the palm of her hand that was holding the hilt of the sword.
The green sword cut a wave of arc in the air, and the man's black clothes were slightly lifted.
"Qingxiao was originally your favorite sword, and I promised to pass it on to you. Now it seems that it would be a good idea to use it to kill you."
Xia Fuyi silently gripped the hilt of the sword, and Long Yuan was slowly lifted up by her.
The two men's eyes collided in the air, like a dragon in the sky staring at another dragon, and the thunder and lightning in their eyes turned into endless murderous intent.
The affection between master and disciple, and the grace of education, were worn away by fate's repeated blows. Now, standing at the upper and lower ends of the long steps, they have become enemies with swords pointed at each other. This hostility and hatred has become more complicated and entangled because of the indelible past, which makes people want to sigh unconsciously.
Amidst Zhan Luoying's long sigh, the two of them bumped into each other in the blink of an eye.
There was a sharp and harsh friction sound between the sword blades.
Zhan Luoying stood on the steps, his eyes reflecting the two brutal figures who attacked each other without mercy, but his mind was a little blank.
"I don't know what the Sect Master's mood is right now."
He murmured, his voice inevitably filled with sadness and regret, and he didn't know for whom he was sad or regretful.
Mu Ningqing looked at the two people's fighting movements and moves with a complicated expression. After a long time, he exhaled and said in a complicated tone,
"I didn't expect that after she broke through the sword tomb, she could still have such strong fighting power."
Zhan Luoying glanced at Mu Ningqing and said jokingly,
"Why? Do you still admire your master so much?"
Mu Ningqing glanced at him coldly, but Zhan Luoying didn't mind. When he looked at the battlefield, his smile faded. He stared at Xia Fuyi's figure and said lightly,
"She's just holding on. Her internal energy has been overdrawn. If she continues to fight, she'll only die of exhaustion."
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