The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

"Qin Yifan, after all these years you are still so useless."

Hearing Qin Yifan calling out his name, Xiao Jian did not hide it. He raised his hand and took off the mask on his face, revealing the face that Qin Yifan could not forget.

"You're really not dead!"

Although he had expected it in his heart, when he really saw the face clearly, Qin Yifan still couldn't help but scream out in anger.

The monks who were sent out to hunt down Xiao Jian returned empty-handed. Although he and his father felt that given Xiao Jian's condition at the time, he would become a useless person even if he could survive, and although it was a pity that he did not get the opponent's sword heart, but seeing the person who suppressed him and made him dim end up miserably, Qin Yifan was still secretly happy for a long time.

But why is it that Xiao Jian, who suddenly appeared in front of him, not only did not become a disabled person, but his cultivation was comparable to his? He is the young master of the Sword Sect, and the resources of the Sword Sect are almost at his disposal. Why does the person on the opposite side have the right?

Is it because he has been hiding all these years?

Or is it because he is like a stray dog ​​under the pursuit of the Sword Sect?

Or was it because his cultivation was completely wasted and he was poisoned?

He couldn't figure it out, and the more he thought about it, the more hateful he felt.

"Qin Yifan, I've always wanted to know why you hate me so much. When I first entered the sect, you were just a child. I was grateful for Qin Wuxin's kindness and took good care of you. I saved you from danger many times. It would be fine if you didn't feel grateful, but why do you still hate me?"

Looking at Qin Yifan's eyes full of ferocious hatred, Xiao Jian asked the doubts in his heart. Although he might have the answer in his heart, there were some things he always wanted to hear with his own ears.

"Do I need a reason to hate someone? If you must have a reason, is it enough to just dislike you?"

Hearing Xiao Jian's question, Qin Yifan suddenly felt like laughing, and he really laughed. He laughed crazily and tears flowed down his face.

"I was born as the son of the Sword Sect's leader. I was already at the foundation-building stage when I landed. Although my mother died during childbirth, my father did not blame me at all. He was only happy that his son brought honor to him. I have been practicing hard since I was a child. Why do you think that is? Am I born to like boring meditation practice? Haha, of course not. It is because only if I advance quickly can I get my father's attention and praise. It is because only my cultivation level far exceeds that of my peers and I am worthy of being called my father's son. Young Sect Leader, do you think it is so easy to be one? But because of your appearance, I am dimmed by the background. Because of your appearance, my father looks at me with disappointment. Because of your appearance, I am no longer the young sect leader admired by the whole sect. Do you think I should hate you?"

Qin Yifan raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Jian. The hatred and ruthlessness in his eyes were rarely seen before. His gaze was clear and sad, as if he was just an ignorant young man.

Facing such a Qin Yifan, Xiao Jian recalled the past. When he first entered the sect, Qin Yifan also had such clear eyes. At first, the little boy always appeared in front of him deliberately and talked to him in a proud tone. Later, he always followed behind him and called him senior brother in a clear and crisp voice. When did it start to be different...

Seeing Xiao Jian seemed to be lost in memories, Qin Yifan's mouth curled up into a triumphant smile. He raised the long sword in his hand, and spiritual power gathered at the tip of the sword. He didn't see how he moved, but he flicked his fingers on the tail of the sword, and the long sword rushed towards Xiao Jian like a meteor. When Xiao Jian felt the danger, the long sword had reached his chest. The fierce murderous intent only came out of the sword at this moment, and the surrounding space was distorted and collapsed because of this murderous intent. The excitement in Qin Yifan's eyes was replaced by madness. He seemed to have seen the scene of Xiao Jian's body torn into pieces and blood splattered. He licked his lips excitedly. He had waited for this day for too long.

When Xiao Jian sensed the danger, his body quickly retreated, but it was a little late. However, there was no panic in his eyes. At the moment when his body was about to be pierced by the sword, he also swung out a sword. Unlike Qin Yifan's sword which was silent, Xiao Jian's sword was wrapped in the sound of wind and thunder, and went towards Qin Yifan with the force of destroying the world.

Qin Yifan never expected that at the critical moment of life and death, Xiao Jian did not think about how to save his life, but actually had the energy to use a killing move on him. He could not block this sword, but he was not worried. His father had placed three life-saving marks on his body, which had been triggered once before on the Wangxing Cliff. Although these two life-saving marks could not teleport him back to the Sword Sect in the Tongtian Secret Realm, it would still be a problem to protect him when he encountered fatal danger. The successor cultivated by the entire sect would not be so easy to kill. He must be fine, but it was a pity that he could not see Xiao Jian die under his sword with his own eyes.

The sword energy collided, and a huge explosion resounded through the sky, startling countless birds. The nearby ground shook slightly because of the two attacks. The monks who were searching for treasure nearby couldn't help but stop and look in the direction where the smoke was rising.

"Cough cough..."

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the previous cliff was no longer visible. A figure staggered up from the rubble. His hair was disheveled and he was covered in dust. With a low cough, blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing on the ground and being quickly buried by the dust.

Qin Yifan stood up and knelt on the rubble with difficulty, looking at the ruins around him. He looked around and didn't see the man. He couldn't help but chuckle. The low laugh gradually expanded and finally turned into a wanton laugh.

Although he also coveted Xiao Jian's sword heart, compared with the sword heart, he wanted Xiao Jian to die more. There was no deep hatred, but as he said, why do you need a reason to want someone to die?

Qin Yifan was still smiling, and didn't notice that an equally embarrassed figure was standing silently behind him. The man didn't say a word, but his pair of dark eyes were as cold as ice, and he stabbed out with the sword in his hand without hesitation. Qin Yifan was caught off guard, and the last life-saving mark on his body suddenly misfired just after it was activated. Xiao Jian's sword penetrated Qin Yifan's body without any hindrance.

The smile on his face had not yet faded when Qin Yifan felt a sharp pain in his dantian. He lowered his head and saw the tip of the sword piercing through his body. The power of thunder containing a destructive aura spread from his dantian to his limbs and bones. Qin Yifan turned his head blankly, and before his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered, he saw Xiao Jian standing behind him.

"You're not dead..."

After Qin Yifan uttered these three words, his entire body turned into ashes from the inside out.

In the distant Sword Sect, Qin Wuxin, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly vomited blood. He did not bother to wipe it off and hurriedly took out a life plate from the storage ring. The life plate was broken into pieces, like rubble, without a trace of luster.

"My son! My son!"

Qin Wuxin felt his blood boiling, and with a loud scream, the stone room where he was meditating disappeared, and he felt a black screen before his eyes, and passed out.