"A teacher for a day is a father for life. In the hearts of his students, their teacher will always be their teacher."
“You are indeed a good child…” the old man seemed pleased, “but unfortunately, you are also a child who is too inflexible.”
Fang Yue was puzzled. "Master?"
After the sword pierced his chest, the sound of blood dripping followed.
Unable to see the scenery, she opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth as if she had lost her voice.
"Master, Master..." Fang Yue's voice was filled with disbelief, his weak voice sounding as if he would vanish into thin air in an instant.
The old man said with pity, "You are indeed my most beloved disciple, but unfortunately, you are also the disciple I fear the most."
It could be called fear, or even jealousy.
What are you jealous of?
His talent surpasses mine, his strength surpasses mine, and his reputation surpasses mine even more.
So the old man developed inner demons.
"As long as you come back to Xuanmen with me, I can lock you up on the Cliff of Repentance and you can save your life. What a pity..." This was the third time he had said "what a pity".
"Fang Yue... Fang Yue!"
Hearing the clear female voice, Daoist Yimu glanced at the man lying on the ground, barely breathing. Unlike the monster, he knew how to kill him with a single blow. "There are still people here?"
No one who witnesses this scene can survive.
Fang Yue's fingers twitched. He looked weakly at the Cold Abyss Sword beside him and murmured, "Feng Guang..."
"Fang Yue, don't die!"
"It's a voice coming from the sword, hmm? Is it a sword spirit... Since ancient times, divine weapons have been believed to possess spirits, so it's not surprising that they can transform into sword spirits. Daoist Yimu walked over, picked up the Cold Abyss Sword, and saw that the sword in his hand emitted a strong light that stung his eyes. He raised his sleeve to shield his eyes, and when the strong light dissipated, he saw that a beautiful girl had appeared.
Before he could even wonder, the girl drew another Cold Abyss Sword and charged straight at him, shouting, "You old bastard, die!"
Master Yimu stepped back to avoid her attack, then blocked it with his sword, saying with admiration, "Little girl, you have a good foundation."
"Go to hell, you little brat! If you dare hurt him, I'll kill you!" Feng Guang's first attack failed, so he raised his sword and launched a series of attacks.
Yimu Daoren was, after all, the head of the Xuanmen sect, and his strength was naturally not weak. However, the little girl's swordsmanship was completely unpredictable, and after each strike, she would quickly unleash a powerful spell. As he grew older, he gradually began to feel the strain.
So when they fought, there was lightning and sparks everywhere, making for a really cool and spectacular scene. It was truly a battle of gods.
Just as Daoist Yimu was thinking about how to defeat the little girl, she turned around and glanced at the seriously injured man on the ground. She then unleashed another sword strike at him. Taking advantage of the moment when Yimu had to retreat to avoid it, she spun around and flew to the man's side, quickly throwing out a talisman. The two of them then vanished in a flash of light.
Looking at the burnt-out talisman on the ground, Daoist Yimu knew that this was the Thousand-Mile Divine Travel Spell, which only advanced disciples of the Xuanmen could use. This made him even more puzzled about the identity of this little girl.
But whatever it is, he cannot let her live.
As night deepened, in a small water town, a beam of light appeared, and two figures emerged on the street.
The landing location of the Thousand-Mile Travel Talisman is random, but it is indeed an excellent tool for escaping. This is because Feng Guang spent most of the day drawing it after learning from the lessons of the Demon Suppression Tower.
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