Bulwark of Light

Chapter 434 Blood-stained white sleeves

The moment Mr. Jin drew his sword.

The young man in white who sat cross-legged on the dry rock opened his eyes.

The long knife pierced and fell.

Thunder roared.

The blazing light emitted by the burning dream of the tinder was instantly extinguished at the forehead of the white sleeve, and the ray of thunder that the young man in white wiped with his fingers directly cut off Mr. Jin's neck.

All this happened so fast that even Mr. Jin himself did not react.

As a result, the warm head rolled to the ground, with blank eyes... He didn't want to understand why a meditator in the "state of enlightenment" reacted so quickly.

It is impossible for anyone in this world to be able to cope with assassination in the real world while being immersed in a dream.

unless……

He wasn't dreaming at all.

The "fire dream" that was burning slowly dissipated in the snowy atmosphere of the mountain cave, and Bai Xiu's mental power was extremely stable, without any fluctuations, neither the joy after successfully breaking through the realm, nor the loss of comprehension failure.

Bai Xiu's face was as smooth as a mirror.

It seemed that everything that happened here did not exceed his expectations.

After igniting the dream of tinder, he did nothing, just calmly watched this extremely precious "dream" burn and then dissipate. The whole process was nothing more than that.

His eyebrows were indeed lit with a dreamlike flame.

But in fact, he didn't even enter the dreamland for a moment.

From the beginning to the end, he just closed his eyes, sat quietly, and cooperated with this "good show".

In the cave at this moment, blood was spreading, and the cold wind reverberated, making it extremely cold.

Colder than the wind and snow are the words of white sleeves.

"Can killing me really make the Bai family better?"

Bai Xiu slowly stood up from the dry stone.

Bai Zesheng's phrase "let's do it" was the trigger for his final thunderous move.

The reason is to close your eyes and pretend to be enlightened.

In fact, there is still a sliver of "hope" left in my heart, or... a sliver of luck.

The second elder was the one who brought him out of Jiangbei.

It's a benefactor.

The biggest benefactor!

Even at the last second, if the other party chooses to regret... maybe he will choose to forgive, but most of the things in this world are not worth waiting for by chance.

It was precisely because of the 5 minutes of silence that Bai Xiu heard the most sad words in 20 years.

Bai Zesheng turned around slowly.

He looked at Bai Xiu, this peerless genius cultivated by himself, bathed in lightning, standing in front of him in white clothes not stained with blood... At this moment, Bai Zesheng understood everything.

I set up such a game of entering the mausoleum.

Bai Xiu had already seen through it, and chose to follow suit.

This young little guy, facing himself and the top assassins in Central Continent, is so courageous and courageous. He chooses to sacrifice a ray of fire dream, let's see what this kill... is like.

"You've seen the answer, haven't you?"

Bai Zesheng spoke hoarsely, and said, "If you kill you, the Bai family will become pure...and in my opinion, being pure is a good thing."

Bai Xiu bowed his head silently.

The fishy wind howled and blew in the snow cave.

Mr. Jin's head was still wriggling, and the two fingers with the white sleeves together were chopped off obliquely.

A ray of thunder flashed down in an instant.

The head exploded, the plasma flew, and it was swept into the distance by the wind and snow. This cruel scene was soon swallowed up by the white and pure snow. Standing at the entrance of the cave, Bai Zesheng was surrounded by light white Fluorescent, the splashed blood didn't stain his robe, but splashed on the robe, and was bounced off by the white fluorescent light in an instant, and then disappeared into the snow mountain outside.

"This is the subordinate of the Tower of Origin, right?"

Bai Xiu stared at Mr. Jin whose body was broken, and said in a low voice, "A year ago, he was the one who attacked me in the tundra and fled to Inta. You didn't kill him..."

"..."

Regarding this, Bai Zesheng was only silent.

"Although the weapon has been changed, and the way of attack has also been changed... But some things cannot be changed."

Bai Xiu paused, and said, "For example, the breath of blood."

In the previous confrontation, [Thunder World Walker] hit one of Mr. Jin's forearms, and the spilled blood was clearly captured by the white sleeves.

This year, I retreated in the small courtyard.

Bai Xiu seems to stay at home and meditate, but it is not the case.

Bai Xiaochi would often go to the yard. Regarding the assassination case in the tundra, after the blood was extracted a year ago, there was a brief progress... [Zhaoming] The extracted blood was compared with the billions of genetic data in the deep sea database , there is no matching information within the five continents.

The Tundra Assassin is an "identityless person".

His information has not been recorded in [Deep Sea]. In fact, there are quite a few such "unidentified people" within the five continents. Many big forces, big figures, and those with high authority will make such arrangements for the dead soldiers under their command. .

It's just that with the authority of the Bai family, there are very few people who can't find out the identity of the other party.

It was this point that made Bai Xiaochi cast his suspicious eyes on Outer Continent!

Perhaps...the big forces in Outer Continent can do it.

And the power of the Tower of Origin is too powerful to allow the Bai family not to doubt it.

However, no matter how suspicious you are, without evidence, you can only give up.

"Sure enough... You guys used [Zhaoming] to investigate the ice lake." Bai Zesheng laughed in a low voice, and said, "I thought you wouldn't be able to investigate such a deep place."

This year, because of Inta's injury, Bai Zesheng spent most of his time "rehabilitating".

The core affairs of the family have been handed over to others.

In fact, these actions can already feel the Patriarch's intention to guard against him... But Bai Zesheng is not nervous, because he knows very well that if the truth of a year ago is really found out, the situation will not be so simple.

His only ending is to apologize with death.

"Maybe it's deeper than you think."

Bai Xiu said slowly: "I will never forget the breath of blood of that assassin in the tundra. And the master of the family went to Inta and told me a regretful news... At the scene of Inta's crime,【 Zhaoming] did not capture the assassin's blood."

Bai Zesheng narrowed his eyes.

He remembered that he was seriously injured at that time, and the Patriarch arrived and saved his life with his ability.

At that time, I thought... this knife, stabbed deep enough, had already helped me out of danger.

But looking at it now, not at all.

Because the real purpose of Bai Xiaochi's rush to Inta was not to heal himself, but to extract the "bloodstains" from the scene of Inta's incident... How could he keep such things?
Bai Zesheng is well aware of the horror of [Zhaoming] ability.

He used the most powerful sealed item on his body, plus a large amount of extraordinary source quality... to burn the fake corpse cleanly, and there would never be a single trace of blood left, while the outer defensive cover of Inta floated in the air. After the board was opened indiscriminately, under the violent blizzard, it was more difficult to obtain valid evidence than to find a needle in a haystack.

On the contrary, Mr. Jin used to live in the hiding place, and found some evidence, which is enough to prove that the assassin really came to Inta.

Then, disappear.

"In the past year, the Bai family has actually never stopped investigating the tundra assassination case... Although the assassin is 'dead', his identity is unknown." Bai Xiu said slowly: "Although this case has been closed, it has become an There's an unsolved case, and I'll never know who hit me."

It doesn't matter who the assassin is.

Who is behind the assassin is very important.

In this small war without gunpowder, in the final analysis, the assassin in the tundra is just a pawn... What he has to do is to find out the chess player behind the scenes!

"Some things are handled too cleanly, which is not good. There should be blood at the scene of Inta."

Bai Xiu looked at the second elder and said, "I've locked myself in the yard for the past year because I didn't know how to face the most likely truth..."

A seed of doubt is planted.

Bai Xiu wanted to persuade himself not to be suspicious.

This is Bole who is kind to him, and even a "relative" who thinks about himself in everything.

It's just that he can't do it.

The glimpse of Xue Yuan's assassination often reverberates in his mind, shaking his mind.

Some seeds, once planted, inevitably take root and grow.

Once some gaps are born, they will inevitably become larger and larger until they are broken.

"The assassination in Xueyuan is about to become a nightmare... This matter is more important than the comprehension of the Tinder Dream. So this year, I have often wondered how to end the assassination case."

Bai Xiu said: "In the end, I chose to go out and enter the mausoleum."

Bai Zesheng, who was standing at the entrance of the cave, smiled silently.

"My child... you know, you made a very naive choice."

The second elder's cuff slipped a long knife.

He said calmly: "If I were you, I found these clues a year ago, and I had doubts about the truth... Then I would not choose to enter the mausoleum, nor would I choose to use this method to verify the truth. Because the investigation The price to be paid to find out the truth is really too great."

Bai Xiu stared blankly at the "teacher" who taught him how to fight in the first place.

The icy wind howled in the snow cave, and the sound was sharp!

This is an excellent burial ground.

Killing people, killing heads, destroying corpses, destroying traces... No one will notice, the cave is narrow and it is extremely difficult to escape.

Choosing this place was a lot of thought.

"You want to kill me." Bai Xiu said in a very soft voice. All along, he used the respectful word "you" to address Bai Zesheng.

But not anymore.

This is no longer a person worthy of his own respect.

And...it has nothing to do with whether you kill yourself or not.

Bai Xiu had already sensed that the power flowing in the assassin lying on the ground was the power of the throne of the Central Continent Origin Tower... This was also the reason why he was unable to catch up with him before.

If I hadn't been prepared to take the first step, completely breaking the assassin's expectations and forcibly cutting off his head, then today's battle would be several times, ten times more difficult.

That token will continuously provide divine power, as long as the host cannot be killed in one blow, then the opponent's next combat power will be greatly improved!

And the same power also appeared in Bai Zesheng's hands.

Between the sleeves, lingering purple divine light.

The long knife with a flat sheath that slipped off the cuff was also full of the divine power of Dionysus.

"I gave you the start."

Bai Zesheng said coldly and mercilessly: "It stands to reason that I also have the right to end it for you..."

He wiped it with two fingers.

The scabbard of the long knife was knocked out instantly.

Bai Xiu tilted his head slightly, and the scabbard was like a flash of lightning, brushing his cheek and crashing into the darkness deep in the cave, and then, the tall figure blocking the cave in the snow-capped mountain came suddenly, like a big mountain, Occupy all the vision in front of you.

A swipe of light!
Filled the entire cave!
Bai Xiu's expression remained calm and composed, [Wan Shan] was activated... Countless phantoms dodged in the cave.

This technique can be described as a magical existence in the close-to-hand combat of extraordinary people of the same level. In the battle of crushing realms, it is no longer so perfect. out.

Pieces of white sleeves, like snowflakes, danced in the cave.

Bai Zesheng has long been a quasi-title-level powerhouse on the No.11 layer of the deep sea.

And Bai Xiu, no matter how talented he is.

A year ago, it was only the ninth floor of the deep sea.

Bai Zesheng swung his saber forward.

His saber technique is wide open and closed, extremely rough, but the ray of purple divine radiance on the blade surface is extremely delicate, blocking all the escape routes of Bai Xiu... This is not for direct killing, but Compress the opponent's room for movement.

[End Flash] No matter how powerful it is, it needs a certain amount of space to cast it!

Inside the cave, it is extremely narrow.

The phantoms that erupted one after another are gradually decreasing.

"Whoosh"!
Bai Zesheng raised his hand violently, and there was a light reverberating sound from afar. The scabbard that was shot back suddenly returned, like a sharp arrow shot out. He made a precise dodge for a while, but there was a slight bloodstain on one side of his cheek...

With the scabbard in hand, Bai Zesheng held the two long sheaths in both hands, and said calmly: "If I were you, I would hide in the yard and quietly wait for the end of the storm. As long as you hide in that small yard, no one will do anything to you." Not for you, is it?"

The white sleeve slowly wiped the wound on his cheek with the back of his palm.

He silently looked at the blood stains on the back of his palm, his expression a little dazed.

How long has it been... since he didn't bleed in battle?
next moment.

Bai Zesheng drew out his saber again, the blade and scabbard roared, forming a hurricane!
There is no going back!

"Pang" sound!
An extremely crisp sound of impact resounded in the cave, and Bai Xiu stopped using [End Flash]. The moment he raised his head, a phantom figure in the form of a thunderbolt suddenly appeared behind him.

That phantom in human form is as mighty and domineering as the god general in ancient legends.

He is wearing a heavy armor and a helmet, only revealing a pair of dark eyes. Wherever his eyes pass, the darkness is broken, and the thunder bursts out, which is daunting.

The only regret is that this terrifying phantom only condenses the upper body, and the lower body is covered by the thunder, like a cloud of mist... A large amount of extraordinary source quality supports the condensing of this body, even if it is only half, It is also enough to form a powerful deterrent!

General Lei Yinggu only stretched out one hand, and grasped the silver-white blade that slashed out like the arc of a full moon.

Bai Xiu looked at the old man in front of him.

My benefactor, teacher, adoptive father, enemy.

He said softly: "So, you are not me."

Lei Yinggu will punch out with one punch!
what monster is this?

Is it the concentration of spiritual power?
Or the power of blood like [Garuda]?
Bai Zesheng's pupils contracted, and he felt an unprecedented crisis. At this moment, the majestic divine power of Dionysus burst out, and the purple glow on the blade burst out with extraordinary power beyond the current stage, but the phantom of the god also burst out Terrifying divine power.

A click.

The palm of Ancient General Lei Ying was the first to shatter!
The blade also shattered!

Before the strength of the two forces could be determined, Bai Xiu's punch... hit the old man's lower abdomen firmly, causing Bai Zesheng to cough up a big mouthful of blood and fly backwards.

In the cave, pieces of white sleeves fluttered.

Each piece was like a blade, like a blazing thunder, suspended in the air, cutting open his shoulders, calves, and chest.

The old man finally flew out of the cave.

He landed on the snow and became a blood man. This old body was cut with countless small wounds, none of which was fatal, but when they gathered together, they burst out with piercing pain.

Bai Zesheng struggled to sit up.

He stared blankly at the picture in front of him.

His own long knife was broken into thousands of pieces, stuck in the snow, the surface of the knife was like a mirror, reflecting thousands of pieces of falling snow.

And thousands of white sleeves stained with blood.

(End of this chapter)