Chapter 435 Blood Rain Silver Flower Needle

The Thirteenth Master turned his hand and welcomed the rest of his body, and silver needles appeared at the same time.

Add the silver needles that have fallen on the ground, and count them down to exactly eight.

Lin Yun’s expression turned mutinous, and infinite killing intent gushed out of his bloodshot eyes.

Wang Yan!

These silver needles should have been shot on him, but they were blocked by Senior Brother Xinjue.

Looking at the silver needles scattered on the ground, Lin Yun’s heart was dripping blood. It was hard to imagine that he had been hit by these silver needles.

Brother Xinjue, what kind of pain he has endured.

“what is this?”

Lin Yun suppressed the anger in his heart and stepped forward, trying to pick up the silver needle.

“do not move!”

Thirteenth turned and shouted coldly.

“This is the Blood Rain Silver Flower Needle, a very vicious hidden weapon, highly poisonous, and a secret treasure made by the Tianjimen. Back then, the Tianjimen was good at organ puppet hidden weapon poison, and it was called the first sect of the Zuo Dao to dominate the world. Both good and evil. Dao, they were all terrified, and the conversation changed, and they were later jointly wiped out.”

The Thirteenth Master groaned: “But there are still some malicious hidden weapons, which have been secretly kept, but it is extremely difficult to obtain the hidden weapons of the Heavenly Secret Gate. Not to mention the Great Qin Empire, even in the Ancient South China, there are very few secret weapons. Hidden weapon.”

Lin Yun was startled, the man behind the scenes was really great.

But at the moment, he is more concerned about other things, “Brother, is there any rescue?”

The thirteen masters looked sad and shook his head: “The poison of the blood pear flower needle is specifically aimed at the leaders of the Xuanwu realm. The true essence of the purple mansion realm has undergone a qualitative change, and you are not afraid of this poison. But in the Xuanwu realm, you will die. The toxin penetrates into the blood, flows through the internal organs, and instantly kills people.”

He didn’t say a word, if it could be three days earlier, maybe he could force the poison out with his strength.

However, looking at Lin Yun’s sunken eye sockets and thin cheeks, you can know how he came over the past few days without guessing.

I can’t describe it for fear of living like years and not wanting to live.

“It’s not saved…”

The last glimmer of hope was shattered, and the look in Lin Yun’s eyes suddenly became lifeless.

For a moment, I felt my heart was hollowed out.

There are no words that can describe his sadness and helplessness at the moment. If he can, he would rather die by himself.

Looking at Senior Brother Xin Jue lying on the stone platform, Lin Yun recalled many things in his mind.

Remembering that he had first entered the High Heaven sword pavilion, after the nine-star hegemony was over, the senior brother rescued himself and shook Wang Yan back.

In the bloodbone forest, goodbye brother, he appeared at the same time as the fourth son. Although he doesn’t have the name of the son, but he has a demeanor, but he is not inferior to these sons.

He is Xin Yan’s eldest brother and her own senior brother, who has rescued herself several times.

The picture changed, and he thought of Sister Xinyan again, thinking of Sister Xinyan’s desperate and helpless cry, his heart ached inexplicably.

time flies.

Lin Yunku sat on the edge of the stone platform, sleepless, neither eating nor drinking, dripping water.

Ten days later, the Thirteenth Master who came out of the bamboo building, Xin Jue was still lying quietly on the stone platform, but there was no one beside him.

The face of the thirteenth master changed slightly, his gaze swept away, and he was slightly relieved when he saw Lin Yun’s back by the lake.

Moved slowly and walked over.

“Thirteenth Lord, why do you think that good people do not live long in this world.”

Without waiting for the thirteenth master to speak, looking at the misty cold lake, Lin Yun said to himself: “I have been thinking about this question for the past ten days. I figured it out. There is actually no answer to this question. There is no need to go. Think, let alone sit here, I just need to follow my heart and do it.”

“But as you said, there is no evidence left in this matter. Even if you guess who it is, Lingxiao Jiange doesn’t dare to act rashly, and will not stand by your side.”

The Thirteenth groaned.

“So, I should go.”

Lin Yun turned around, his expression calm. It’s just that in the calm, there is a chill that makes one’s heart palpitating.

In this world, there are too many constraints and rules. The older you are, the more you think. The more you think, the less you dare to move.

Being in a high position, he is afraid of moving his whole body when he is involved.

But when a person is dead, someone has to be responsible, and there is no need to think too much.

While my face is still young, my youth and blood are still there, I ignore the mundane world, and only ask about the sword in my hand.

There was wind on the face, carrying the cold on the lake, blowing white hair on the forehead of the thirteenth grandfather, revealing a weather-beaten old face full of wrinkles.

The Thirteenth Lord looked at the boy in front of him, and suddenly a lot of emotion came into his heart.

In the past few days, apart from Xin Jue’s death, he was most worried about the child in front of him.

Seeing him silent, sitting in front of Xinjue, sometimes regretted, sometimes annoyed, sometimes painful… In the dark, he even held his head and cried secretly several times.

He saw everything in his eyes.

The boy was buried in the Sword Forest at the beginning, and was driven to a dead end. When he was the most desperate and desperate, he did not shed half a tear.

No matter how much suffering he himself suffers, he will still survive, like the sword in his hand, the heart of the sword, indomitable, fearless in life and death.

But in these ten days, I don’t know how many times I cried secretly in the night.

He really likes this kid who is also a sword slave, and is afraid that he will not be able to get out of the shadow of his heart in such a difficult situation.

But he survived after all, not falling into sorrow and regret. The boy was still that boy, but there was a little more vicissitudes in his eyes, but he couldn’t be faked. The heart of the sword was destined to have an extra scar that could not be revealed in this life.

“Little devil, sit down for whatever you want. As long as the old man can draw a sword, he will always look at you.”

The muddy eyes flashed across the sharp sword light, and the care in the words of the thirteenth master was very obvious.

“Master Thirteen, can the poisoned needle on the ground still be used?”

Lin Yun’s eyes fell on the silver needles on the ground after being pulled out one by one.

The silver needles are slender and slender, shimmering with cold light, and their appearance is quite delicate. It is hard to imagine that it will be the Blood Rain Silver Flower Needle, this vicious and deadly hidden weapon secret treasure.

“It works. As long as it doesn’t stain blood, the toxin won’t work.”

The Thirteenth Master guessed what Lin Yun was going to do, but didn’t say much, he beckoned and passed the eight silver needles on the ground.

Lin Yun caught the silver needle, killing intent in his eyes, fleeting.

“Farewell.”

After receiving the silver needle, Lin Yun turned and left without any hesitation, but looked at Xinjue deeply before leaving.

He lay quietly on the stone platform, if he didn’t know, he thought he was just asleep.

Brother, I will participate in the Dragon Gate Competition.

Inheriting the glory of the sword in your hand, guarding sister Xinyan, keep walking until the end…

The imperial capital of the imperial city.

It’s late autumn now, and the prosperous street is still there, but autumn is unstoppable, and there is always a bleak atmosphere.

Lin Yun led the blood dragon horse and walked in it, but it was not conspicuous.

For ten days, the storm of trespassing the city gate seemed to have subsided, and no one talked about it.

His destination was very clear. He stopped in front of Wanbao Pavilion in the busiest commercial street in the inner city.

The guard in front of the door, seeing that he has a great manner, immediately started to lead the horse.