The biting wind blew across the wounds on Bing Nandong's body. He kicked and pulled the opponent's cold body off the sword. Blood splattered on his body, and he didn't even blink.
Only half of the sword was left, broken very unevenly.
Previously, when Bing Nandong went to find Fan Zhiyi, the immortal who had sacrificed his life, he fought a fierce battle with the people of Tianyun Sect, and the sword had cracks in the ice. It was also expected that it could not withstand the spiritual power battle between its master and the enemy and broke into pieces in this battle.
Bing Nandong used the broken sword to sense the other half of the sword without any emotional fluctuations, searching among the corpses. Black ghost energy overflowed from his body from time to time and entangled him.
Once again captured by Tianyun Sect, Bing Nandong learned to endure this time.
He wanted revenge for Fan Zhiyi and Zhuang Yujing.
This hatred burned into a fire in his heart, and also fueled the evil spirit in him, making it even stronger.
This is exactly what the leader of Tianyun Sect would like to see. He wants Bingnandong to become more and more powerful through ghost energy, so that Bingnandong can become the key to the Ghost Gate. He only needs to control Bingnandong to dominate the entire world of immortal cultivation.
But just when Bing Nandong was slowly planning his plan, he heard the disciples of Tianyun Sect talking about the rebellion. This time they were going down the mountain to wipe out the remnants of Jiuwanli.
At the beginning, because Zhuang Yujing insisted on investigating the truth behind the Ghost Gate, the sects led by Tianyun Sect, which agreed to screen the keys for the Ghost Gate, seized the opportunity and used the excuse to massacre Jiuwanli and other sects that opposed the selection.
In this massacre, the former leader of Jiuwanli Sect risked his life to help Zhuang Yujing and He An fight their way out.
The disciples who participated in the massacre were talking excitedly about how someone had chopped off an arm of the Young Master of Jiuwanli Sect. A lot of blood had been shed. This person was definitely not going to survive, and even if he was alive, he would be crippled.
Bing Nandong didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Fan Zhiyi was gone just like that, nor did he believe that Zhuang Yujing was gone just like that.
However, time passed, day after day, and Zhuang Yujing never showed up again. With his flamboyant nature, it was impossible for him to remain silent when these sects wiped out his entire clan, unless he was already gone.
Zhuang Yujing is dead.
Bing Nandong finally recognized this reality, and he finally became the killing machine of Tianyun Sect. He took poison and antidote on time every day, accepted the instructions of the leader, and accepted the insults of Murong Xiao.
He won't die, but he can still feel pain.
In addition, the time has not yet come, so he can only endure it until the time comes when he can turn the situation around.
After a while, Bing Nandong gradually felt that all his senses were moving away from him, and only hatred was driving his body.
Until he heard the news about Jiuwanli again, Bingnandong didn't care about forbearance or the consequences, and rushed over immediately.
Zhuang Yujing was indeed still alive. He had seen him, but he didn't want to see him again.
The setting sun disappeared into the mountain beside Bing Nandong, leaving only a deep orange sky. Bing Nandong was standing in the backlight, and his figure was outlined in black.
He was covered in blood, unable to tell whether it was his own or someone else's. The ghostly energy that emanated from him absorbed all the negative emotions from this land, which had just experienced a bloodbath, and then merged into Bing Nandong's body, repeating the cycle over and over again.
Bing Nandong acted as if he didn't feel anything. He silently picked up the other half of the sword from the ground and wiped off the blood on his body.
Found it.
I thought I would never find it again.
Bing Nandong lowered his eyes to look at the broken swords in his hands, then walked towards Tianyunmen without any expression.
"Bing Nan Dong!"
The call from behind did not stop Bing Nandong. Zhuang Yujing limped and struggled to catch up with him.
His left sleeve was bare, tied in a knot for ease of combat. The strong wind blew Zhuang Yujing's hair and clothes, all mixed with blood, sticking to his body, making him feel very uncomfortable.
"Bing Nandong." Zhuang Yujing ran too fast and stepped on something and fell heavily.
He wanted to get up immediately, but his hands were covered in blood and he was slipping. Zhuang Yujing looked at Bing Nandong who was getting farther and farther away, gritted his teeth, and decided that even if he had to crawl forward, he would crawl to Bing Nandong.
He An caught up in time: "Master!"
He An was also dirty, his clothes were torn in many places, and the wounds were turned inside out, making him look extremely miserable. He immediately helped Zhuang Yujing up and stopped him from getting any closer.
But Zhuang Yujing still wanted to go to Bing Nandong, so He An persuaded him, "Master! Master, everyone is waiting for you. Tianyunmen knows that the people they sent out were successful, so they will send out a new batch immediately. We have to move somewhere else immediately!"
Zhuang Yujing gritted his teeth, stared at Bing Nandong and shouted, "Bing Nandong, come with me!"
Bing Nandong finally stopped and turned to look at him. His eyes, piercing through the ghostly aura, were exceptionally desolate and lifeless.
His hair flew behind him, and Bing Nandong said, "No, He An, take him away."
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you don't come back with me, are you going back to that hell that is Tianyunmen?"
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Zhuang Yujing lowered his voice, almost pleading, "Bingnandong, Fan Zhiyi and your master certainly don't want to see you like this. You came to help me this time, and Tianyunmen will not let you go." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Bingnandong, "Come with me!"
He never asked for help from anyone, even when one of his arms was chopped off, even when he witnessed the destruction of the sect he had lived in since childhood, even when he was hunted, even when he had to sleep in the open, Zhuang Yujing never asked for help from anyone.
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