Yin Biyue was certain that something big was happening in the Hengduan Mountains, something big enough to change the world.
With his level of cultivation, he could not see the power of the laws of heaven and earth contained in the red clouds and clear light at such a long distance, but he could vaguely feel the terrifying power emanating from them.
Yu Shi invited Zhou Yuandao to Baopu Sect in the name of watching the sword formation. Now there is such a large-scale battle on the mountain. The worst guess made by Qinglu Sword Sect has come true.
Luo Mingchuan saw more than he did. He knew that the only option now was to go up the mountain as soon as possible, even if it was useless.
A battle of that level is not something they can face now.
However, with a little more strength and a little more time, perhaps we can find a turning point.
At this time, having someone block your way is the most time-wasting thing.
Luo Mingchuan's eyes were slightly cold.
He rarely showed such an expression, and Yin Bi could feel that his senior brother was really angry.
The person blocking the road is an acquaintance.
In Yecheng they made friends, whose friendship was as pure as water; they also met enemies, who were full of murderous intent and had sharp edges waiting for them.
Zheng Wei stood in the middle of the road holding a sword.
He was injured by Ye Zhiqiu's murderous intention in Yecheng, and returned to the peak to close the life and death. This kind of close-up has a high chance of death, but he came out alive and his realm has advanced by leaps and bounds.
Yin Biyue held down Luo Mingchuan's hand that was about to draw his sword and said,
"I think you want to kill me more than the sect's orders."
Zheng Wei and others were here, most likely to intercept the troublemakers who wanted to enter Baopu Sect tonight. Perhaps now, there were already people waiting for the newcomers on every road leading to Baopu Sect.
It's just that they happened to meet Zheng Wei.
Or rather, Zheng Wei just happened to be waiting for them.
Yin Biyue was prepared that the other party would not answer, but Zheng Wei agreed.
"Yes."
Even when he said he wanted to kill someone, his voice was calm and emotionless.
Yin Biyue said, "But you can't kill me now, because there are two of us."
Zheng Wei nodded.
Luo Mingchuan is too strong. This perception is based on the intuition of many years of killing.
Although he had passed the life and death stage, there was no apparent difference in realm between him and the other party.
"You want to kill me, you only have one chance, let my brother go first. Otherwise, the two of us are enough to kill you."
After hearing this, Zheng Wei remained silent, as if he was thinking.
Luo Mingchuan frowned. He didn't say anything just now because he respected his junior brother, but he didn't agree with his junior brother doing this.
Yin Biyue was still holding down his sword-drawing hand, his expression determined.
He understood Yin Biyue's meaning. They could certainly fight together, but if they met an enemy like Zheng Wei who had no fear of death, they could not get through without killing him, and killing him would take too long.
Big things on the mountain can't wait.
"Brother, you said you believed in me. Now I believe in myself. I want to do this myself."
Yin Biyue said to Luo Mingchuan.
He gave Zheng Wei a choice: follow the sect's orders and try his best to intercept them; or fulfill his own wish and kill the person he always wanted to kill.
At this moment, Zheng Wei moved, his green robe swaying slightly. He staggered three steps to the right, leaving the middle of the avenue.
Yin Biyue’s guess was correct. The rest of the world’s plans and the general situation in the world were not that important to a madman like Zheng Wei.
He slowly let go of Luo Mingchuan's hand, and finally showed a pleading look.
Luo Mingchuan finally nodded. His figure faded away and he appeared more than ten feet away in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Wei had no expression, as if he had never seen it.
From the time they met to the time Luo Mingchuan got away, all parties' minds raced, and it took only half a cup of tea. The more Yin Bi thought about it, it was much faster than a fight.
But he was still afraid that Zheng Wei would go back on his word, so he asked in a procrastinating manner,
"Why do you want to kill me so badly?"
His master killed Zheng Wei's master; Baopu Sect was slapped in the face at Zhehuahui; and at that time, someone was needed to test whether the Sword Saint could come out of the Meteorite Abyss. These were the reasons why Zheng Wei went to Yecheng.
During this meeting, although Zheng Wei's killing intent had been settled, like a sharp blade returning to its sheath, without revealing its edge, Yin Bi could clearly feel it the more he walked through the East Land Wasteland.
I also understand that in many cases, holding back is not a sign of giving up, but rather a sign of building up strength.
But he really didn't understand where this persistent killing intent came from. Even though he knew the other person was a lunatic, he would kill people whenever he was in a bad mood or had shackles in his practice.
But why can't someone else be found to kill him? It's difficult to kill myself, and even if I succeed, Cangyashan will never let me go.
Zheng Wei replied, "I failed to kill the person I wanted to kill, and the thought that had arisen cannot be calmed down. If I don't kill you, my heart of Taoism will not be fulfilled, which is more unbearable for me than death."
Yin Biyue was speechless.
He found that the other party was really reasonable, but unfortunately he did not agree with this reasoning.
In fact, when Yin Biyue asked Luo Mingchuan to leave first, he was not full of noble sentiments of putting the world first. He just thought of his master——
The only thing my master taught me was the sword technique to kill people.
So as the master's apprentice, I have to do something.
I am speechless at this time. Master must be unhappy.
Yin Bi thought about it and said,
"What do you mean by pursuing the perfection of the Dao heart? To put it bluntly, it's just picking on the weak. You dare to say that you don't want to kill the saint, and don't want to kill your senior brother Lin Yuangui? But you only dare to think about it, because you know you can't kill him. You are afraid. Your Dao heart has never been perfect."
"boom--"
The opponent's sword energy slashed down, the ground shook violently, a crack appeared, soil and rocks flew everywhere, and smoke and dust filled the sky!
Yin Biyue flew up, advancing instead of retreating, and the Yihu sword was unsheathed without anyone noticing.
The flying smoke and dust were split apart by the cold light, and a sharp sound of breaking wind was heard. Yin Biyue, who was holding the sword, had a gloomy face.
After saying so many words, he finally succeeded in angering Zheng Wei.
During the ranking of the Seven Masters of Baopu, Zheng Wei challenged Lin Yuangui. After being defeated, he was so upset that he went to kill three hundred bandits. Duan Chongxuan mentioned this incident when he was in Yecheng.
Anger can increase power, but in a life-and-death battle, anger can make people reveal their flaws.
“Sizzle—”
The Yihu sword pierced the opponent's shoulder blade, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.
There was nothing fancy about this sword, it couldn't even be called a move.
But he had absolute speed, true energy output, and direction calculation. If Zheng Wei had not avoided the heart meridian at the last moment, he would have been dead now.
Yin Biyue's swordsmanship was deadly as soon as he attacked.
He couldn't bear it any longer after being so patient and long-winded just now.
So when he wielded the sword, everything went smoothly.
His mental state was close to its peak, and he needed no time to launch the second sword.
The cold wind blew across the earth, the sky darkened, and the red cloud became more and more dazzling, like a raging fire burning the sky.
Eighty miles away from Baopu Sect, the road was desolate and covered with a layer of frost, making it as cold as winter.
Cold Water Sword.
From the moment he started talking to Zheng Wei to the moment he suddenly drew his sword.
He started later but was actually faster, seemingly slow in action, and the rhythm of the battle was instantly controlled by Yin Biyue.
The coldness of the sword was imminent, and Zheng Wei retreated quickly, ten feet at a time, without hesitation.
At the same time, the tip of the sword showed the flowing formation diagram of Baopu Bagua. The sword moved to the Xun position and stabbed out obliquely. The trajectory formed a ray of light and went straight to the opponent's eyebrows.
The other person was retreating, but he did not choose to draw his sword to defend, but was fighting for his life with the other person. If the Hanshui Sword refused to stop, the Bagua Sword would hurt the enemy.
Killing 800 enemies but losing 1,000 of his own, this madman who has no fear of death is truly terrifying.
But after walking out of the wilderness, what Yin Biyue was least afraid of was risking his life.
Leaning against the lake, he marched forward, as if a severe winter had descended on the fields. The ice on the ground spread rapidly, and the weeds and dead trees on both sides of the road were all frozen.
Yin Biyue's eyebrows and eyelashes were all covered with a light frost.
Finally, the frost on the tip of the sword froze the blood in the heart wound.
Zheng Wei looked confused.
He thought about failure, because the other party was no longer the same as before, and was no longer the young man who wanted to break through the obstacles by Yecheng Qiu Lake.
But he couldn't believe that he didn't even have the chance to strike a third time.
Holding the Bagua sword in his hand, Zheng Wei fell backwards, his pupils dilated and unable to close his eyes.
He also knows many sword techniques and has many magical weapons, but they are no longer meaningful.
Leaning against the lake and returning the gun to its sheath, Yin Biyue walked past him without saying another word this time.
He just walked very slowly. He had just used up all his true energy in the sword and almost lost his strength.
He glanced at the sky and thought that his senior brother should have reached the mountain.
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That evening, there was a red cloud in the sky over the Hengduan Mountains. People in the western land saw it from afar and thought it looked like a sunset glow, because clear light shone through the gaps in the clouds, like white feathers flying.
It was just that the night was already deep, and the glow of the sunset was still lingering, its red color making people feel uncomfortable.
Some people began to panic and were unable to practice meditation, but they could not think of what else they could do besides praying.
Most ordinary people didn’t know what was happening. They just stared blankly at the spectacular sight and talked about it.
Yu Shi felt that it was time to end it. It was foolproof and there should be no changes.
Zhou Yuandao's sword was really powerful, but it was time for the sword's power to be exhausted.
He even thought that Rong Zhuo's plan was correct. They should have eliminated Zhou Yuandao first. This person was so determined and his strength was stronger than they thought. Eliminating him one day later would be a big obstacle.
The middle-aged Taoist on the sea of blood had sunken cheeks, a pale face, and a clear light began to spread around his body. He finally coughed up a mouthful of blood, this time it was blood from his heart.
Rong Zhuo, with his black hair loose, smiled, his smile still careless. Against the blood-red clothes, he looked eerie and scary.
His smile was not yet over when he suddenly frowned and looked up at the sea of clouds!
The next moment, Yu Shi also felt something. Following his gaze, his cold expression turned into surprise.
From the other side of the sea of clouds, an overwhelming and immense pressure came. It was the pressure from a sub-saint.
This is impossible.
But they could not have imagined that the first thing to arrive at the top of the mountain was not the abbot's stone seal, nor Wuwang's wooden Buddhist beads.
But a young man.
A junior who shouldn't be in this battle.
His breathing was a little disordered, and his robe was stained with blood, which showed that many people had tried to stop him on the way up the mountain. But his appearance here meant that no one at the foot of the mountain could stop him.
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