If you look down from the cliff, the abyss is long and narrow, but it is different when you are there in person. The further you go down, the wider and wider the space becomes. At this time, countless monsters took the initiative to retreat, and there was an empty darkness.
Rong Zhuo looked at the person in front of him and suddenly felt it was extremely ridiculous.
After a hundred years of painstaking efforts and twenty years of studying the blood pact in Beilu, could it be that he could not defeat a fictitious reincarnation? Feeling that the monster that he could control like an arm was out of control, shock, resentment, and all kinds of emotions surged up in his body, causing the demonic energy in his body to riot like boiling water.
As if this stimulation was not enough, Luo Mingchuan's eyes showed no emotion, and he said calmly, "Now, you are not."
As the other party's answer, "I am the master of the abyss, how can you kill me in the abyss?"
Rong Zhuo raised his head and laughed, his eyes were bloodshot, and his red clothes were surging like waves in a sea of blood. The scarlet devil's aura gathered around him and condensed into a sharp sword.
Luo Mingchuan did not make any hand gestures, but just stared at the opponent, and a sword screen appeared in front of him with no error. At the same time, he turned his wrist and the Shenzhou Sword appeared in his hand.
Thousands of swords collided in the air, and the roar caused the bottom of the abyss to shake violently. After the swords were shattered into powder, they continued to regenerate. It was like two waves hitting each other, and thousands of waves rose and fell one after another.
Being able to borrow the power of the Meteorite Abyss was Rong Zhuo's greatest reliance. Now that the abyss could no longer be used by him, he fell into a state of madness.
Luo Mingchuan said, "Borrowed is borrowed after all."
No matter how powerful one is, it only takes a moment to lose. Even if one cultivates magic, one must be diligent. Using the ingenuity that one has worked so hard on to leverage power is a bad idea.
In the tide of thousands of swords, Luo Mingchuan stood still, and the Shenzhou Sword flew out of his hand, breaking through the bloody waves like lightning and stabbing straight to the opposite bank!
A lone boat on the raging sea, sailing upstream.
He didn't often use the sword, but that didn't mean he wasn't good at it. In the current stalemate, he always had one more sword than his opponent, which was the key to a breakthrough.
The Shenzhou Sword was swift and fierce, cutting a path through the scarlet devil's aura and coming to a foot in front of Rong Zhuo.
Suddenly, another bright sword light pierced out from the side, and in a flash, the confrontation between the two people turned into a three-way confrontation.
Luo Mingchuan suddenly turned around and said in shock, "Junior Brother!"
Lin Yuan's sword energy arrived first, followed closely by Yin Biyue, who flew over covered in blood and stood several feet away.
He didn't understand why his senior brother was so angry, because he didn't know how scary he looked now. When he fought his way to the snowy plain, his black cloak was covered with blood and was tattered, with only a few threads left. Later, when he fought with the monster, he was bitten because he couldn't protect himself in time. At this time, the white clothes were mostly soaked with blood, which was particularly shocking.
Without having time to say anything, Yin Biyue just called him "Senior Brother" and then realized that Luo Mingchuan was in a very abnormal state.
The most direct manifestation is in the pupil color. The dark pupils that used to be used when he activated the Tianluo Nine Turns have now turned blood red.
At the moment when the sword light of Linyuan appeared, Rong Zhuo chose to resist Chen Zhou's sword without hesitation, allowing a huge crack to be torn in his abdomen. At the same time, he released his demonic energy and flew towards Yin Biyue to attack.
Yin Biyue's true energy was almost exhausted, and under the sudden increase in pressure, the Linyuan Sword was blocked by the sea of blood and was on the verge of collapse.
Unexpectedly, the sword body began to vibrate violently, as if it received some kind of inspiration and suddenly accelerated, breaking through the encirclement of the evil spirit and penetrating into the opponent's heart.
The sword energy exploded in Rong Zhuo's body, blood mist gushed out, and there was no possibility of survival from the two serious injuries.
Yin Biyue was shocked, because the Linyuan Sword did not slow down, and it broke out of his body and stabbed straight backwards!
Just now, Luo Mingchuan was trying to stop Rong Zhuo from attacking Yin Biyue, so he had no time to block his junior brother and had to attack the empty door behind him. At this time, he was behind Rong Zhuo. Yin Biyue watched his senior brother being stabbed in the heart by the Linyuan Sword without any defense.
“Sizzle—”
The situation changed so quickly that everything was settled in the blink of an eye.
From the time Yin Biyue drew his sword to now, Rong Zhuo's choice, Luo Mingchuan's choice, and Linyuan Sword's betrayal, all happened in a matter of moments.
In a short moment, everything changed.
Ten thousand swords, demonic auras, and monsters all disappeared, leaving only the bloody light in the darkness.
Luo Mingchuan groaned, raised his hand and drew out his long sword, blood gushing out. The Linyuan Sword fell to the ground with a clang, and the echo was piercing.
Rong Zhuo fell to the ground, his laughter was particularly harsh, and he said maliciously, "If one of you survives, you will not have a good end either."
He originally thought that if he couldn't kill Luo Mingchuan, it would be good to kill Yin Biyue. But now this change was really a surprise, he laughed so hard that he vomited blood and died in an instant.
When Yin Biyue heard this, he looked at the bloody hole on his senior brother's chest, and his mind went blank.
He had been overdrawn for a long time and had been able to hold on until now only relying on one breath. He was shocked by the sudden change, and countless obvious and hidden injuries burst out at the same time. His blood and qi surged up, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
The sea of consciousness was in great pain. He tried to grit his teeth to stay awake, but his mind fell into a dark and drowsy state.
The last scene before he fell into coma was that of his senior brother with a gloomy look in his eyes and an indistinguishable expression. He looked into his eyes quietly and walked towards him step by step.
It was only a few feet away, but it felt like there was an ocean between them.
******
The suburbs of Tai'an in the west.
The thick snow clouds had dispersed without anyone noticing, and the faint starlight twinkled in the indigo sky, which contrasted with the empty wilderness, adding to the coldness and loneliness.
Jade looked around at the dark shadows and smiled sarcastically, "It's ok to chat, but does His Majesty dare to withdraw his troops?"
One of her hands was still on Liu Qishuang's shoulder, not loosening at all.
Duan Chongxuan also laughed, "Of course. The Palace Master's beautiful smile is so enchanting that even thousands of troops will retreat!"
He slightly turned sideways and waved his hand casually, "Retreat!——"
The cavalrymen surrounding the wilderness did not hesitate for a moment. The neat sound of horse hooves raised up dust and they retreated more than ten feet in a blink of an eye. The distance between them was also wider than before.
This distance was very clever and very conducive to negotiation. Yu Zhanmei was confident that she could escape alone, but it was impossible for her to hold another person hostage and escape. Even if she used Liu Qishuang as a shield, she could not block attacks from all directions at the same time.
Yu Zhanmei restrained her smile.
It has been many years since anyone called her a beauty. Her strength and coldness were enough to make people forget her superficial beauty.
She raised her eyebrows slightly and sighed, "Too good to have an emperor like you in Beilu."
Even in his military uniform, he looked like a dandy young man, which really didn't fit the stereotype of an emperor.
He also remembered that Liu Qishuang traveled thousands of miles to the Fukong Sea to save just such a person, and this person not only returned to Beilu alive, but also ascended the throne and became emperor.
What Rong Zhuo may not be able to obtain even after all his scheming, some people are born with it in their hands, and there are countless people who are willing to build bridges and pave the way for him.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again that things in the world are unpredictable, "Duan Sheng'an actually has a son like you."
The two words "actually" express surprise and contempt.
Be amazed at the other person's good luck, but also despise the other person for having only good luck.
Duan Chongxuan seemed to have not heard it at all, and answered seriously, "What does this have to do with my father? It's obviously my own high level of reincarnation."
Then he asked in confusion, "Does the Palace Master think that you are more suitable to be my father's son than me?"
Yu Zhanmei had been practicing for hundreds of years and had killed countless people. This was the first time she was speechless.
Liu Qishuang had her back to her junior brother at this time, but she knew what his expression was without even looking at him. Based on her understanding of Duan Chongxuan, these seemingly useless nonsense would eventually become the key to determining the outcome of the matter.
Or rather, this is how Junior Brother fights.
Yu Zhanmei's smile faded, and she said coldly, "You should know that even if I kill her, you may not be able to stop me with this kind of fighting."
Duan Chongxuan shook his head, "Why would it be a life-and-death struggle? What does the Palace Master want that Beilu can't give?"
He said this lightly, but with great power, because he is the master of the North Land.
A king's promise is worth more than a thousand gold.
Because for Duan Chongxuan, if something happened to his senior sister, even killing her would not make up for it.
"Don't waste your energy. I don't want your cities, states, or counties." Yu Zhanmei said, "I want the Nine Heavenly Nets."
Duan Chongxuan didn't know what Liu Qishuang's condition was like, and he didn't dare to approach rashly. He was anxious in his heart, but his face was very calm. "The Palace Master broke his bones twice before, and used the Golden Palace's secret method to reshape and regenerate him with the magic breath. The last time it took ten years to complete. Is that right or not?"
"So what?!"
"When the Palace Master practices Qigong, does he often experience stabbing pains in his acupoints, stagnation of breath, occasional heart rhythm disturbances, and a short temper?"
Yu Zhanmei's eyes became even colder.
"Palace Master, don't be nervous. This is just a family-inherited Qi-observing technique. If you want to learn it, I'll teach you..." Seeing the other party's impatience, Duan Chongxuan became serious, "In fact, Palace Master knows in his heart that the reconstruction of the bones and muscles was harmful to the lungs. In addition, the cultivation was too fast-paced, and the foundation was not stable. The hidden injuries and serious illnesses in the early years have not been eradicated, and the body has long been overwhelmed. If it weren't for the profound cultivation, the Palace Master's body would be terminally ill now. Even if there is no problem for the time being, the bottlenecks in the future cultivation will only be more dangerous each time."
"What you need is not the Nine Heavenly Rotations, but the Ningshui Heart Sutra for the Northern Royal Family to recuperate their bodies. I just happen to have it with me."
Liu Qishuang was touched by his junior brother's efforts, but still sighed in his heart. Junior brother might be wrong this time. How could Yu Zhanmei cherish her life? She wanted Tianluo Jiuzhuan, not for immortality. It was just because it was the strongest magic skill in the world. For her, as long as she could be the best in the world, there was no difference between one day and one year.
She has always been like this, just wanting the best.
Sure enough, Yu Zhanmei said disdainfully, "Do I look like a fool?"
"I am only thinking about the Palace Master, if you don't believe me, you can give it a try. I will separate two streams of magic energy, one from the flank, slanting down to the Daimai, circling the body, and one to the Chongmai, and finally both will converge at the blood sea at the same time. Let's see if it has the miraculous effect of calming the Qi and blood as I said."
"My sister is in your hands. If you make a mistake in your use of the power, the demonic energy may cause her death. How dare I lie to you?"
At this moment, Liu Qishuang almost thought that her junior brother knew her plan. Up to now, she had accumulated a little strength, and Yu Zhanmei's breath also relaxed.
Liu Qishuang's body was still frozen stiff by the evil spirit, but her mind was highly concentrated as she waited quietly.
She knew that in the past, Yu Zhanmei would never try, but she was also seriously injured in the previous battle. Although she did not show any signs of weakness on the surface, she was actually at the end of her strength.
Duan Chongxuan was still talking, "This exercise path alone is less than one tenth of its effectiveness. If combined with the Heart Sutra formula..."
At this moment, Yu Zhanmei's expression suddenly changed, and the right hand holding Liu Qishuang's shoulder actually pushed the person out!
One push can go several feet away.
The sound of thunder and the screams of pain rang out almost simultaneously in the air.
Duan Chongxuan was caught off guard and subconsciously went to help his senior sister. Liu Qishuang waved to him, indicating that it was okay, and slowly stood up.
He turned his head and saw Yu Zhanmei lying on the ground, with deep bloody wounds crisscrossing from his right arm to half of his body. The skin and flesh were turned up, and the white bones were faintly visible.
Liu Qishuang's face was calm, and she frowned and asked, "Why?"
Why push me out?
Yu Zhanmei laughed twice, then coughed violently due to the blood in her throat, "You want to die with me, but I won't do as you wish!"
Duan Chongxuan was horrified and looked at his senior sister in disbelief. Liu Qishuang gave him a comforting look but did not explain anything.
Could it be that people who have passed the life and death gate really take life lightly? Duan Chongxuan's mind raced, and he quickly figured out the cause and effect, feeling a little disappointed for a moment.
Even if I didn't come, the result would probably be the same.
Liu Qishuang remained silent.
She used her fist to cover the remaining true essence in the spiritual veins on her shoulders, like gathering wind and thunder. If she self-destructed with the determination to die, at such a close distance, there was a 90% chance that she and Yu Zhanmei would be killed at the same time.
Just now, Yu Zhanmei separated her magic energy to practice martial arts, and at the same time, she had to guard against Duan Chongxuan. If he let her down for a moment, she would make her true energy explode in her body.
For them, the only variable tonight was not Duan Chongxuan's arrival, but Yu Zhanmei's choice.
Liu Qishuang's body was corroded by her demonic aura, and any abnormal movement could be sensed. At the critical moment, she had no time to retreat, and did not retreat. Instead, she accelerated the circulation of her demonic aura, drained the opponent's true energy, turned it into her own, and decisively pushed the person out of the explosion range.
If this series of actions had been delayed for just a moment, two people would be dying.
It was obvious that the Golden Palace Master had no time to think, and her body subconsciously made the decision for her.
Liu Qishuang asked her why, but she actually didn't know either.
Yu Zhanmei lay on her back, the dark blue sky above her head was dim with stars, her vision was wide, but it was slowly stained with blood. Her demonic breath raged in her broken spiritual veins and bones, causing her vitality to quickly drain away. Duan Chongxuan was right, this body had too many hidden dangers, and it was easy to backfire.
Liu Qishuang walked over, half-knelt in front of her, and listened to her words close to her lips.
"You have to live, the longer the better, so that someone in the world will remember me."
After experiencing the test of life and death, the calm and indifferent mood was finally broken.
Liu Qishuang said hoarsely, "I promise you. Where do you want to go back to?"
Yu Zhanmei had asked her the same question just now.
Yu Zhanmei raised her hand and pointed in a direction with a smile, "I want to go back to the Donglu Snow Plain."
Liu Qishuang thought, that's clearly the west.
Forget it, if you say it is east, then it is east.
She leaned over and picked up Yu Zhanmei. The person in her arms' white dress was stained with blood, and she was as light as a piece of paper.
"Okay, I'll take you back."
He looked back at his junior fellow apprentice. They had not said a word to each other tonight, but there was no need for words between fellow disciples, as a glance could express a thousand words.
Duan Chongxuan waved his hand, "Senior Sister, go ahead. I'll go back to Cangya."
The cavalrymen who were on high alert made way for them, and Liu Qishuang passed by holding Yu Zhanmei, with bright red blood spilled all the way.
The north wind blew in my face, and the long dark night finally passed. There was no sunrise, only a slight whitening in the eastern sky.
Yu Zhanmei's voice was almost inaudible, "It's really cold today..."
"You are wearing too little."
"I don't remember the way..."
"I remember."
I will remember the way, and I will remember you. I swear.
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