Take a Sigh

MadeIn's coercion enveloped the sky and the earth, and the surrounding spiritual power was continuously compressed, and the long | spear with a concentrated killing intent came through the air, like a silver light piercing the sky, leaving an afterimage.

Shen Zhuo held the sword in front of his chest, the golden light gathered on the blade, and his golden eyes lost the emotion that human beings should have, cold and ruthless.

"I have a sword, the sword is born from the heart, the sword comes from the sky, and the name of the sword is Qiankun!"

Shen Zhuo whispered softly, the swords surrounding his body paused for a moment, and instantly condensed together and merged into Shen Zhuo's body.The long sword did not break through the sky, but a sword intent shot up into the sky, the dark sky was suddenly torn open, and the indestructible sword intent turned into thousands of swords, descending from the sky.

Seen from a distance, Shen Zhuo has reached the realm of the unity of man and sword.

He is the sword, and the sword is him, as if he can drive all the blades in this world with one thought.

The silver light pierced through the darkness and flew over, Shen Zhuo opened his arms, and Wan Jian condensed into a shield in front of him.

The first impact of the gun blade, the majestic spiritual power crashed down like a tsunami, wrapped in thunder, the shield condensed by thousands of blades was scattered, and then condensed again, the cycle was repeated, and the first layer was worn away little by little. One shot attack.

Long | The spear was unstoppable, the sword and shield condensed with sword intent were worn down to only a thin layer, and the second spear followed closely.

Shen Zhuo withdrew his momentum, suppressed the tumbling blood indifferently, and held the long sword hanging in front of him.The blade pointed to the sky, standing in front of his chest, he pointed across the blade, and then swung forward.

This is a sword with a turning point, without killing intent, without determination, like spring wind and rain, and the earth recovers.What the blade brings out is the unceasing vitality, they gather together, seemingly soft|soft, but indestructible.

The dark sky seems to have sunlight falling, and it is like petals being lifted by the wind, flying one by one, wrapping around sharp spears.The lingering sword intent was extremely soft, and the spear's offensive was blocked, and they were stalemate with each other.

Behind this tenderness, Shen Zhuo jumped up and swung a sword.

This sword has no bells and whistles, it is firm and domineering, soaring into the sky, and falling from the sky.The huge sword shadow pierces the darkness and lives towards death.

The black robe raised his hand and waved a palm, but before the shadow of the palm arrived, the wind of the palm hit the shadow of the sword.The sword intent destroyed the palm wind and hit the palm shadow behind.The two forces erupted suddenly, the earth trembled, and the aftermath of the force destroyed everything around with a devastating force.

Shen Zhuo's sword didn't stop, the impact and shock of the force made his already injured internal organs worse, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.Bai Yan's restoration is a drop in the bucket, so he can only do the next best thing to protect his heart.The black flame wrapped Shen Zhuo's whole body and turned into a black armor.

The elixir wiped away Shen Zhuo's pain, making him unaware of his injury at all.His sword became more and more fierce, and he directly fought with the black robe.

The disparity in strength didn't make the black robe please, but was defeated time and time again. He realized that this person in front of him absolutely couldn't stay, and his murderous intentions became more and more intense.

Different from Shen Zhuo's sword blade, the black robe uses more murderous aura. The methods he cultivated are sinister and full of evil spirits.That's why he incurs backlash and turns himself into this inhuman and ghost-like appearance.

He got the Tianxin lotus lamp from Shen Zhuo, thinking that it could relieve his physical condition, but unexpectedly the toxin in the Tianxin lotus lamp was not cleaned up. If he hadn't found Mo Qingyu, he would not dare to imagine the consequences.

Old grievances welled up in his heart, the black robe's attack became more and more vicious, Shen Zhuo's clothes were stained red with blood, and the bones could be seen deep in the serious injury.The golden light on the blade began to dim, and the gold in his eyes gradually faded away.

The increase brought by the elixir is disappearing, but Shen Zhuo is still moving forward.Whether you are fleeing or fighting, you will die in this battle. The difference lies in whether it is a dignified death in battle or a cowardly escape.

The long sword cut off the arm of the black robe, blood spurted out, and Shen Zhuo himself was hit by the palm of the black robe. He could even hear the sound of the sternum breaking, and felt his vitality continue to disappear.

His body flew upside down and hit the ground fiercely, the long sword fell out of his hand and fell heavily beside him.The blood couldn't be restrained, and the black flame was on the verge of collapsing, only the heart was still beating vigorously, protected by the white flame.

Shen Zhuo looked up at the sky above his head, the spell dissipated, and the sun fell, warm and genial.The medicinal properties of the elixir completely disappeared, and the power of counterattack surged up, but compared with Shen Zhuo's injury, it was not mentioned at all.

Shen Zhuo was smiling, the blood did not damage the handsome face, but instead had a kind of fierce and poignant beauty.

The black robe walked in front of Shen Zhuo, his hood was scratched, and it could no longer cover the shriveled and crooked body, the side where the arm was missing was clotted with blood, his eyes were jumping with anger and killing intent.It had been a long, long time since he was so angry, and was so embarrassed by a junior.

"Suddenly I don't want to kill you anymore, I want to make your life worse than death." The black robe said coldly, curling up Shen Zhuo's blade with spiritual power, he wished to cut Shen Zhuo into pieces.

Shen Zhuo continued to sneer, without fear, staring mockingly at the black robe.Even if he was looked down upon from a high position, his aura didn't weaken a bit.Without him noticing, a red mark appeared between his brows.

The long sword raised by the black robe paused, and there was a thunderstorm in the clear sky, and a bolt of lightning fell without warning, striking the black robe directly.

The power of thunder was extraordinary, the black robe was defenseless, the power of thunder entered his body, frantically destroying his internal organs and shattering his meridians.

The black robe spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure was unstable, and the shock in his eyes was too late to dissipate.

Shen Zhuo was also taken aback, but he didn't hesitate, he raised his hands with difficulty, endured the backlash of spiritual power, and the bursts of pain from his overwhelmed body, gritted his teeth and made a tactic, and controlled the long sword in the black robe's hand Stab out a sword.

The black robe was shocked, and he slapped the blade away with his palm, unable to support himself and fell backwards.

In the sky above the forest, after the lightning, dark clouds were densely covered, and an invisible coercion enveloped the place, making it hard to breathe.

Heipao's injury was even more serious, he stared at Shen Zhuo in amazement, no matter what he couldn't understand the thunder just now, he glanced at the sky and then at Shen Zhuo, with the murderous intent in his heart undiminished.

Lei Ting needs to save time, but killing Shen Zhuo is easy for him.

Then, just as the black robe was about to strike again, a figure stepped out of the void and rushed over to stop him directly.The other party's face was pale, anxious, frightened and frightened, his fingers trembled when he saw Shen Zhuo's miserable state, his fear was self-evident, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

The black robe recognized this person, he was an elder of the Mo family, he looked at him puzzled, and shouted angrily: "Go away, I'm going to kill him."

"You can't kill him..." The elder trembled, he didn't dare to say more, and he didn't dare to stay longer, he grabbed the black robe and disappeared in place.

If Shen Zhuo hadn't been lying on the ground unable to move, he would have thought that they were the ones being hunted down.

The crisis was inexplicably resolved in this way, but Shen Zhuo didn't feel the slightest joy, the dark clouds above his head gathered and dispersed, and the red mark between his eyebrows also disappeared.He was lying on the ground, Hei Yan tried to move his body, but it was useless.He heard Bai Yan crying, and while crying and cursing, he tried desperately to save him.

Shen Zhuo smiled, he was very sleepy, his vision began to blur, and gradually he couldn't see anything clearly.In the silence, heavy footsteps came rushing towards him, and he vaguely heard Crazy Cao's voice: "Junior Brother Shen."

Ah, that's great, Senior Brother Cao is still alive.

When Shen Zhuo fell into darkness, this thought flashed by, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But he couldn't see Crazy Cao, who was killed from another battlefield, was covered in blood, his face was pale, one arm was drooping weakly, and his chest was pierced by a sword blade.

So many brothers, he was the only one left in the end.

Crazy Cao didn't have time to be sad, he looked at Shen Zhuo like this, he didn't dare to touch him at all, stretched out his hand to test his breath, he was relieved when he felt the weak breath, and then tears filled his eyes, it was the rest of his life, and he was in pain responsibility.

He was exhausted right now, and his spiritual power was seriously overdrawn, but they couldn't stay here, because no one knew whether the medicine these people sold in their gourds would come back again.

Crazy Cao stretched out his movable hand and tried to lift Shen Zhuo on his back. He picked up Shen Zhuo's sword to support his body, stood up tremblingly, and walked out of the forest step by step.

There seems to be a heavy weight under his feet, as if he is not walking on a flat ground covered with rotten leaves, but a muddy swamp, and every step has the illusion of sinking deep.

Crazy Cao had double images in front of his eyes, he gritted his teeth, bent over, tore off the cloth strips from his clothes and wrapped Shen Zhuo around his body, and moved forward step by step.

The front end of the forest is endless and deep, like a beast with a huge mouth, waiting for its prey to keep approaching.

Crazy Cao was exhausted, he staggered and fell to the ground, he looked into the distance, this desperate scene reminded him of the predicament he and Shen Zhuo were facing in Qianyi Mountain back then.

He was injured so badly that Shen Zhuo let him go, but Shen Zhuo said that he would take him back even if he crawled.At that time, Shen Zhuo was notorious, but his behavior was completely different from the rumors.He is loyal, a gentleman, neither humble nor overbearing.

Crazy Cao thought about it, and couldn't help laughing.Yes, it doesn't matter if you can't stand up, as long as you can move, it doesn't matter whether you walk back or crawl back.

The sun in the sky hid in the clouds, the sunlight dispersed, the shadows between the trees fell again, and the long bloodstains meandered forward.

Crazy Cao no longer has the concept of time. He doesn't know how long it has passed, or maybe it was just in a blink of an eye, his hands were bleeding, and his eyes began to collapse.His heart was about to be overwhelmed by despair, but his body still persisted, refusing to give up.

In this dead silence, different voices suddenly sounded, and a large number of people and horses rode the swords and came quickly.

Crazy Cao first thought it was the Cao family who had left and returned, but quickly dropped his guard because someone fell in front of him.The black brocade robe was embroidered with dark patterns, and the hem of the shoes was stained with blood that hadn't dried up. Crazy Cao raised his head and looked at Duan Wuyun.

There was murderous intent in those usually indifferent and emotionless eyes, he knelt down and untied Shen Zhuo from Crazy Cao's back, helped Crazy Cao up, took out the elixir he carried with him, and poured it into Crazy Cao's mouth.

Crazy Cao's gloomy expression ignited faint hopes, he knew that his body was powerless, but he still had a lot to tell Shen Zhuo.He tried his best to swallow the elixir given by Duan Wuyun, even if it only extended his life for a moment.

The disciples who were a little behind Duan Wuyun also rushed over. Duan Wuyun asked them to take Shen Zhuo with him, and he helped Crazy Cao himself.

On the way back, Duan Wuyun didn't say a word, his face was so gloomy that water could drip out.He kept sending spiritual power to Crazy Cao, but he couldn't stop Crazy Cao's aura from getting weaker and weaker.

For the first time, he felt that the way back to Huajincheng was so difficult...

Shen Zhuo didn't know how long he had been lying in the dark, there was no light, no wind, the surrounding was so quiet, as if he was the only one in the world.

He lay there blankly, his mind was blank, he felt that he had forgotten something, he should have important things to do, but he couldn't remember.

Just when Shen Zhuo was confused, he heard Ling Shuangxue's voice.Ling Shuangxue was talking to others, her voice was very low, and there was someone crying faintly, which was inaudible.

Shen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, his memory suddenly came back to life, the scenes of being fished out of Hua Jincheng by magic and being forced to fight in blood flashed through his mind.He remembered that he was seriously injured, and the last memory stayed on Crazy Cao.

"Brother Cao..."

The sense of weightlessness came suddenly, and Shen Zhuo woke up from the darkness. He called Crazy Cao to open his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the familiar layout of the room, and he returned to Shen's house.

Shen Zhuo was panting heavily, he wanted to get up, but found that he was stiff and unable to move, only his head could move.

His waking up alarmed other people in the room, and after a while, figures surrounded him.

Shen Zhuo turned his head with difficulty, and saw Ling Shuangxue walking in front at a glance.He didn't seem to have rested well, his expression was tired, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his long gray hair was even more glaring.Behind Ling Shuangxue was Ye Lanxi with reddish eyes, and Shen Xiao with a dignified face. Shen Zhuo couldn't see clearly behind, but he could probably guess.

Ling Shuangxue sat down on the edge of the bed, looked down at Shen Zhuo, her long gray hair was hanging down her shoulders, and the coldness on her body that kept people thousands of miles away was even worse.

Shen Zhuo's throat tightened. No one knew better than him what Ling Shuangxue's hair color change meant. What happened from the time he left Shen's house to when he woke up?

Shen Zhuo didn't dare to think, he tried to speak, his voice was a little hoarse: "Master, how long have I been in a coma?"

Ling Shuangxue said: "Seven days."

Shen Zhuo was startled, and quickly asked again: "Where is Senior Brother Cao? How is he?"

This time Ling Shuangxue didn't speak, the atmosphere in the room stagnated, and there was a death-like silence.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Shen Zhuo's heart, his eyes darkened, he tried hard to maintain his emotions, and asked again: "How is Senior Brother Cao?"

This time the voice became cautious, with a little hope.

Ye Lanxi couldn't hold back her emotions at first, tears rolled down her red eyes, she couldn't bear to turn her head away, and fell on Shen Xiao's shoulder, weeping silently.

The palms of Ling Shuangxue's legs were slowly clenched into fists, and the cruel answer made his face very ugly.He let go of his palm, raised his hand to fall on Shen Zhuo's face, brushed away his scattered long hair, and soothed his emotions with the touch of his fingertips.

"Cao Yue's fatal wound pierced through his heart, and dragged you a long way..."

Ling Shuangxue's voice stopped abruptly, and he couldn't continue.

The mist blurred the eye sockets, before Shen Zhuo could react, tears were already pouring out of his eyes.The news came so suddenly that he didn't even make any preparations.

He asked himself in disbelief, why did this happen?Before he fell into a coma, he heard Crazy Cao calling him Junior Brother Shen, but when he opened his eyes, there was no chance for him to say this answer.

If someone else told him this fact, he could still ask if it was a joke, but the one who told him was Ling Shuangxue.

Shen Zhuo couldn't accept it, he got angry for a while, and the suppressed Qi and blood rolled up again, the blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes went dark, and he fell into the darkness again.

The author has something to say: I thought I could get better, but it didn't work out.

Brother Cao is offline, and Zhuo Zhuo only changed his fate for a short time, his death is doomed.