The rain was pouring down and the sky was dark.
The cold light of Fu Shui broke through the air and pierced through Ling Lang's chest, but the sword's momentum continued, like a mad azure dragon piercing through his back, nailing him to the red wall. The brilliant light and shadow left by the flying sword had not yet dissipated, and the hilt was still trembling slightly. Ling Lang still maintained the posture of raising his hand, but the magic weapon in his hand had already fallen to the ground with a clang.
This sword had no moves to speak of, but its fierce and murderous aura was like the rebirth of Asura. Ling Lang was facing Bai Ruyu, his eyes wide open and twisted, not like a human, his pupils were like a dark swamp wrapped in blood red. The red-clothed boy saw it, from horror to pain, and then to loneliness and unwillingness... and even a trace of love and reluctance.
——He had seen this look before, on the day he refused Ling Lang’s offer to become his Taoist partner.
At that time, he was the son of the headmaster of the Five Immortals Sect, and he was born with the appearance of an immortal. How could he be interested in this unattractive disciple of the Lingxiao Sect? Just when he was about to forget about this insignificant suitor, the Lingxiao Sect suddenly declared war on the Five Immortals Sect, exterminated all his fellow disciples, and sold the surviving female disciples to brothels, leaving only the headmaster's wife imprisoned in the Ling Mansion dungeon as an elder to witness the absurd Taoist couple ceremony.
Ling Lang kept him under house arrest for a while. Whether it was due to his wife's pressure or as a punishment for him ignoring him, he sent him to Lanxue Pavilion as a slave. He did not show any pain at all and was even very happy to leave Ling Mansion. But after he received his first guest, Ling Lang secretly killed the guest and sent him the head.
From that time on, he understood that Lanxue Pavilion was just another place of confinement, and he was still Ling Lang's forbidden love. Fortunately, Ling Lang did not interfere with the management of Lanxue Pavilion, and even gave him privileges in many places. The only thing Ling Lang could not tolerate was any marks made by other people on his body, even self-harm was not allowed.
The Lingxiao Sect is the mountain pressing down on him and the shackles binding him.
There was not a day that he didn't hope for Ling Lang's death.
Suddenly, Bai Ruyu felt a pair of hands patting his shoulders. Such warm hands, even through the heavy clothes, the warmth was still there to iron his cold body.
"If you want to leave, leave. If you want to fight, fight. Don't just stand here and do nothing."
The girl held the water in her hands, and there was not even a trace of extra emotion on her deep and beautiful face. She killed Ling Lang in front of everyone, and Yun Liang did not even react.
He calmed himself down and said, "Miss Baili, please leave quickly. I can't let you get into trouble! I..."
Yao Yue turned around and smiled at him: "Let's fight our way out."
This smile, in this rain full of murderous intent, was so heart-stirring.
"…What if I can't kill myself?"
The tip of the sword cast a streak of light on her bright silhouette. Her eyes were bright and scorching under her delicate eyebrows, but her expression was very casual: "Then let's die here together."
Bai Ruyu was stunned by the unexpected answer.
There was no time to say anything else. The Sword of Awakening came with the power of thunder, like the water-dividing spear in mythology, dividing the rain curtain into two paths, and the shredded raindrops danced like waves.
Yao Yue didn't even blink, holding the sword in both hands to welcome the light of awakening -
clang!
The power and pressure of this attack were terrifying! In the moment when Fu Shui blocked the awakening of the world, torrential rain slanted across the sky, the sword light flickered, and the cold light flowed in all directions along the rain line.
When masters fight, they can tell the real from the fake with just one move. He was shaken by this blow and his qi sea surged. He took a few steps back before he could stand firm. Yun Liang's face was full of anger and his face was scary. He ordered the disciples behind him: "Open the Wutian Sword Formation! Kill this lawless man!"
The Wutan Sword Formation is indeed the second most powerful move of Wanjian Mountain after the Potian Sword Intent. When it was unfolded in this courtyard, it was like a silver snake dancing wildly. The light was so dazzling and the sword net was so dense that even the pair of men in red in the sword formation gradually disappeared.
Xingshi stabbed from the gap in the sword formation. The sword came with great force, but the fall was even faster—
I saw Fu Shui, flashing with green light, hit the sword spine of Xingshi. Countless lightning burst out at the point where the metal collided. The whistling sound of the heavy sword breaking through the air suddenly turned into the sound of shattering into pieces!
Yun Liang's mind was shaken so much that his sword slipped out of his hand, swirling in the rain of blood, and with a "snap" it was heavily nailed into the three-foot-thick red brick wall in the distance!
The next moment, a green light flashed, like a dragon emerging from the sea, the sword blade dragged a winding cold light, the sword wind stirred up the rain lines, and the water had pierced through the heart!
The girl raised her eyebrows, and her whole body looked fierce and beautiful, just like the Ashura in the temple murals, with the blood on the blade dripping into the wet rain ground.
"I told you that you would die."
***
This Wutan Sword Formation originally required ten people to unleash its maximum power, but there was a disciple from Wanjian Mountain standing there, motionless.
Jiang Mi stared at his beloved intently——
With a sword in hand, you can punish everyone.
It was the first time he saw Yao Yue like this, with murderous eyes and murderous intent, and he felt strangely happy. But when he saw the young man standing shoulder to shoulder with her, also wearing red, a dark and obscure jealousy quietly rose from the depths of his heart:
Why did he have to protect that prostitute? Why did he have to live and die with her?! He should have died under the Wutian Sword Formation long ago!
A flash of scarlet flashed across the man's eyes, his shoulder muscles tensed, and he raised the Cold Pond Sword. Although his face, like a knife, showed an almost harsh and cold handsomeness, his whole expression was faintly revealing a hint of madness.
The disciples of Wanjian Mountain were horrified by Yun Liang's death and all wanted to retreat. When the Wutian Sword Formation was defeated, an ordinary Hantan Sword stabbed in fearlessly!
Yao Yue subconsciously felt that the sword was not coming towards her, and just as she expected, the sword was coming towards Bai Ruyu beside her.
In a moment, she clamped the sword with two fingers of her left hand. Jiang Mi felt a surge of energy like a cold wave invading him, and he could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and it slipped out of his hand immediately.
Yao Yue held the long sword upside down and swung it with her backhand. The sword made a "swish" sound and pierced into the scabbard hanging on Jiang Mi's waist as if it had eyes. The force of the sword pushed him back three steps!
Others may not have seen it clearly, but she would never have been wrong——
A demonic aura flashed across Jiang Mi's face.
If he were stabbed by this sword, he would probably become possessed on the spot.
The girl's sleeves were waving in the wind, she stood with her sword in hand, raised her hand to tuck the windblown hair behind her ears, and slowly activated the secret sound transmission technique:
"Six Desires Heavenly Skill, stop practicing it."