Embers

Nineteen straightened his body and walked towards the steps step by step.He didn't squint, his eyes were firm, and he looked straight at the person on the stage.

That is the person he will follow all his life.

Ember's heavy eyes fell on him.

Li Mei and Mo Yuan looked at each other and both smiled.

That smile was too complicated, full of relief, sadness, helplessness, relief... too many emotions, just for this moment.The man with gray hair before he reached middle age, the man who never had a good night's sleep, the man who could barely laugh, could finally rest.

Nineteen stepped up the steps step by step.

From now on, he will take over the position of the leader of the Demon Cult. He can no longer easily express his suffering and tiredness, and he must get used to losing. Even if no one is standing behind him, he must straighten his back and not bow his head.

There was no trace of regret or panic in his heart.

More than 100 people were watching him, but his eyes were only on the embers.

Finally, he stood in front of Ember, exactly the same height as him.

Ember leaned over and took the Kuangshi sword on the side, and handed it to him with her own hands, speaking slowly: "This sword was once the sword of Xie Wufeng, the first generation leader of the Demon Cult. After going through many twists and turns, it finally fell into my hands Here, I entrust it to you now, and from now on, you will be the new leader of the Devil's Cult!"

Nineteen felt his fingertips trembling.

He saluted, took it with both hands, and felt the weight of the sword in his hand, as if he had suddenly carried something on his back.It's a feeling of clarity like never before.

He drew the sword with his backhand, and a silver light suddenly appeared, which was extremely dazzling.

Ember's cold eyes swept away, and the hundreds of people below shouted in unison: "See the leader! See the leader! See the leader!"

Nineteen glanced at everyone, nodded slightly: "Get up!"

He didn't realize that when he took over the No. [-] Kuangshi sword in the world, his eyes changed, it was unprecedentedly cold and stern.

Everyone fell silent, Ember was about to speak, but a loud voice suddenly came from a distance.

This is Wangbei Mountain, the back mountain of the Demon Cult, where various ceremonies are held by the Demon Cult. It stands to reason that no outsider should be able to enter.

The sound came from the gate of the Devil's Cult, and it was the footsteps of many people, including the sound of weapons colliding.

Ember's eyes instantly turned cold.

Li Mei and Mo Yuan also heard the voice in the next moment, and almost at the same time, the swords in their hands were out of their sheaths.

The other disciples were stunned for a moment, they didn't understand what happened, but they subconsciously showed their weapons.

The sound was getting closer and getting noisier.

Not long after, countless figures appeared in everyone's sight.

Almost all the disciples of the Devil's Cult froze in place!

Nineteen also immediately changed his expression. He looked at Yu Jin, who was still tall and tall, with gloomy eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Most of these people know each other.

They used to be disciples of the White Dao, but were later subdued by the Demon Sect, and then sent away from the Demon Sect.

But now, they filed in, holding weapons in their hands, and the visitors were not good.

There are also some people who used to be from the Shenfu, and other people from the rivers and lakes.

Ember's eyes flickered, and everyone who swept over paused for a moment on the face of one of them.

That person was also looking at him, and the moment their eyes met, no one saw any extra emotion in each other's eyes.

Mo Yuan stepped forward, holding the long sword in his hand, and asked coldly, "What are you doing here!"

The leader was a killer from the Shenfu, and upon hearing this, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face: "Do what you have done before."

Looking around, there were [-] or [-] people who came here, all of them were masters, and more than half of them had practiced the infinitely powerful "Innocent Art" written by Ember himself.

In fact, there is no need to ask, anyone can already understand after watching this battle.

All the people in the Bai Dao have come, and the killing intent can be felt ten miles away, so what else can they do?

Nineteen raised his sword and was about to step off the stage, but suddenly, a frosty sword blocked in front of him.

Turning around, Ember walked past him with a sword in hand, and said something in a low voice the moment they brushed shoulders.

His face changed immediately, and he looked at Ember in disbelief.

Ember's back is determined not to resist.

Nineteen's hand holding the sword was shaking violently.

Ember turned her back to him, stepped off the stage step by step, came to the front of the Baidao people, narrowed her eyes slightly.

Everyone couldn't help taking a step back.

Li Mei and Mo Yuan wanted to go to stand in front of him, but they were forced back by the almost tangible aura radiating from him.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Whether it was the Demon Sect disciple behind Yu Jin, or the Bai Dao people in front of him, no one dared to speak.

"revenge?"

The voice was low and hoarse.

Because it was too dead silent, these words clearly reached everyone's ears.

After a long while, someone said without fear of death: "You already know it, so you can catch it if you don't let go!"

Perhaps it was because someone started the conversation, and then someone shouted, "That's right! Ember! Today is your death day!"

Others also responded one after another.

"We will definitely tear down the Devil's Cult!" "Kill my master and destroy my sect. You have committed a heinous crime and still don't know how to repent!" "Kill him!" "Kill him! Take revenge for our sect!"

Everyone shouted heart-piercingly, either because of anger, hatred, or pure excitement.

The word embers has been like a thorn deeply pierced in their hearts for so many years.

He did what others couldn't do, turned the impossible into possible, set off endless bloody storms throughout the rivers and lakes, stepped on the dead bones of thousands of people, and looked down on all living beings from a position that no one could touch.

Some people hate him because of bloody hatred.

Some people hate him because they are full of jealousy.

Someone hated him out of anger at his own incompetence.

There are more or less reasons, but the hatred only increases, and everyone wants to kill him with their own hands.

Li Mei and Mo Yuan had already stood in front of Ember, holding swords in their hands, ready to strike at any moment.

And all the disciples of the Devil's Cult are ready to die.

The atmosphere is tense.

Ember's gaze flicked over everyone's face, and the wind blew, causing the clothes to fly.There was indescribable indifference and compassion on his face.

This time, the Demon Cult has no chance of winning.

In this battle, Bai Dao suffered heavy losses and was almost wiped out.

This scene is the most memorable moment in Jianghu history.

All the Bai Dao united to encircle and suppress the Demon Cult, which is very similar to the battle a hundred years ago.

And the most worth mentioning is that the frightening leader of the Demon Cult, Ember, finally died.

Died by thousands of swords piercing the heart.

According to historical records in Jianghu, on this day and year, the Demon Cult was completely wiped out and no survivors survived.

The twilight is all in one, and the dusk has come.The setting sun broke through the clouds and swayed on the ground, and the evening wind blew gently.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

On the top of the empty mountain, countless corpses were piled up on the ground, some intact, some broken, and some unrecognizable.

The dark red blood flowed into a river, and then slowly seeped into the soil.

All kinds of weapons are littered in various places.

Less than a hundred people were able to keep standing, and each of them was covered with large patches of blood, some of their own and others'.

There is hardly a piece of intact skin all over the body.

Some people can only barely stand with the support of their swords.

Everyone fell silent.

They clearly know that the Devil's Cult will completely disappear from this world from now on.

This is something to be happy about.

Dead silence.

"Oh!"

Someone finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground, with blood gushing from his mouth.

This sound was exceptionally clear in the dead silence.

Someone finally couldn't help it, and burst into tears.

The cries spread, and it looked extremely sad in this blood-soaked dusk.

After a long time, someone made a hoarse voice like rusty iron.

"Let's go."

One after another, the living people left here.

The last slant of the setting sun gradually disappeared, and the boundless night began to fall.

Among the piles of corpses, the fingers of one hand trembled slightly.

The man's body was crushed under several corpses, not even his face was exposed, only the sleeve, although covered with mottled blood, could still be seen vaguely, the original, azure color.

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volume three, finished