Her knuckles were cracked and blood was pouring out, but she held on tightly to the hilt of the sword.
Blood slowly flowed down the sword, leaving a thin red line on the smooth and plain sword, as if the sword was cracked.
In a trance, she thought of the Shrike again.
I wonder if she saw the same scene and experienced the same emotions in the moment before her defeat on that freezing night.
Fighting with all your might, you find yourself in a desperate situation at every step.
She suddenly remembered Li Yuanyuan's expression when he taught her the final sword technique. It was a look of determination that could cut through everything, leaving no room for retreat and no regrets.
To retreat in order to advance, to sacrifice one's life for righteousness.
If you want to deliver a powerful blow, you often need to take a half step back first.
Perhaps the way to be liberated is not to hold on to something, but to learn to let go.
She bent her knees and pulled her right leg back. The balance she had worked so hard to maintain collapsed at this moment. The gun head attacked her with a tremendous force, and this time, she did not resist.
The silver spearhead slashed down with a sharp edge, embedding itself heavily in her right shoulder. Blood instantly soaked half her arm, and the piercing pain stifled her breath, which then blended with the scars deep within her heart, becoming a bloody mess.
When fate wrote the bond between him and her, and used her growth to compensate for the pain of losing his loved ones, there was destined to be a day when the bond would be severed.
The hand holding the sword loosened, the armor fell off, and was instantly grabbed by the other hand.
The sword in his left hand rose against the trend, soaring upwards, performing the final move of soul-destroying.
The thin, cold blade pierced the general's back, heading straight for his neck.
It turns out that the essence of soul-smashing lies in this. The more resolute you are and the more you leave no room for maneuver, the smoother and faster the sword's edge will be.
It turned out that a sword could be so fast. It was so fast that before she could react, her life or death was already decided.
Her eyes, which had been bloodshot with killing intent, suddenly became clear at this moment.
The sword tip just stopped at the back of his neck, and the whistling sound of the luck flowing seemed to still be at the tip of the sword.
"You lose."
The man under the sword lowered his shoulders and tried to break free, but she pushed him closer.
"If you move again, I'll have to cripple your arm!"
The corners of Xiao Zhun's mouth twitched slightly, and his voice was firm.
"The Xiao family is full of heroes. How could anyone surrender without a fight?"
"Surrender or not is a question of surrender only when facing the enemy. How can it be considered surrender when facing our own people?!"
He half turned his head, but she didn't dare to look at his expression.
"Then kill me."
Her hand trembled slightly, perhaps from exhaustion or hesitation. The unarmored blade hung just at the side of his neck, ready to draw blood.
"Kill me. I asked you to kill me..." He slowly closed his eyes, but the determination in his tone was no less than hers. "At this point, neither you nor I can move forward or backward. I'm ten times older than you, so let me take half a step forward for you and be the one to end this."
Before he could finish his words, he had already brought his sword to bear on her.
She pulled her hand away suddenly, untied her armor and raised it, leaving him empty-handed.
"Can I end everything by simply committing suicide? If that's the case, wouldn't the living be ridiculous?" She took a deep breath, trying to sound sincere. "You told me that before every battle, you always have to think of good things, so that you can survive well. You're over ten years older than me, so don't you worry less than I do?"
Xiao Zhun opened his eyes, but there was no light in them.
"A general dies in a hundred battles, a warrior returns after ten years. Thinking of my parents and elder brother, I can endure ten years on the frontier, let alone several dozen years in purgatory. But now the mansion is empty, and no one is looking forward to my return."
She leaned down and looked him in the eye.
"How can there be no one in the house? I am still here, and I am still willing to be a member of my adoptive father's family. As long as you wish, we will always be a family..."
She spoke anxiously, waiting impatiently for him to waver and turn around, but she never heard the answer again.
There was a dull thud as she fell to the ground, and she slowly lowered her head.
The bloody arrow head and slender shaft pierced the general's chest. Blood flowed out of the hollow shaft and splashed into her eyes.
"Sorry to interrupt you guys while you're reminiscing." The thin, curved white horn bow slowly lowered, and the hand holding it was pale and frail, with a sense of innocence. "But there can't be two sacrifices on an altar. Do you understand me?"
The hand holding the sword drooped dejectedly, and the trembling on her wrist spread throughout her body. She felt as if something was shattered and disintegrated, slipping through her fingertips like quicksand.
"Back South..."
She blinked her dry eyes and moved closer to him stiffly, only to hear the familiar voice leaving a last long sigh in her ear.
"sorry......"
The general's body grew heavy, as if something light had left him. But she still didn't let go, only looking down at the bloodstained sword in her hand.
"It's my fault. If I had a sword last time, could I have kept you? If so, wouldn't everything be different now..."
"Even if I start over, the outcome will be the same. His fate was sealed over a decade ago. No matter how many branches it has branched out into, no matter how many twists and turns it has taken, it will eventually converge and lead to the same end." The woman paused, looking with regret at the man on the ground, pierced through the chest by an arrow. "He's too cowardly. He doesn't deserve to stand by my side."
The body in her arms gradually grew colder. She slowly stood up and turned to look at Bai Yun behind her.
She didn't know if it was her imagination, but the fog around her seemed to have thinned a little. She could only see a small area a moment ago, but now she could vaguely make out a figure dozens of steps away.
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