Something is wrong with Jian Zun

After the eerie silence, there was an uproar:

"what?"

"Chu Daoyou has the blood of the monster race?"

"The suzerain is half, half demon? This...how is it possible, it's nonsense!"

Chu Zhaoliu's forehead twitched, he just wanted to kick Xuanying's head like a ball, and squeezed out a few words: "Is there something wrong with your brain?"

"I'm fine." Xuan Ying raised her head proudly, "He is the exiled blood of our White Wolf Clan!"

Chu Zhaoliu bit the pill in his mouth, and raised his sword expressionlessly: "Prepare your last words."

A huge spiritual pressure suddenly rolled in, and the White Wolf King's face changed: "What's the matter with you!"

It was not so scary last time at the bottom of the sea.

And he just came to look for someone, he didn't say he wanted to fight!

The sharp blade of the sword pressed to his eyes in a blink of an eye. Facing such a sharp blade, the White Wolf King dared not ignore it. His remaining right hand turned into a wolf's claw, and he joined Chu Zhaoliu with a clang.

The terrifying shock from the spiritual power caused many people to feel tight in their chests. Master Qian reacted and retreated quickly: "Everyone, we can't intervene in this!"

Realizing that even if the wolf king had lost his arm, the gap would still be as insurmountable as a chasm, the elders in charge retreated resentfully to avoid being affected.

A fight broke out in mid-air, the sword-questioning meeting was also suspended, all the disciples also stopped their hands, raised their heads in a daze, and watched the wonderful duel in the sky.

Yan Zhuchen had excellent medical skills and good strength, but he was not so impressive in the battlefield above. He consciously didn't go up to make trouble, and only smiled slightly, standing beside Chu Wen without saying a word.

Gu Junyi suppressed the worry in his eyes, and patted Chu Wen's shoulder pretending to be relaxed: "Don't worry, this wolf king doesn't know why he is crazy, no one will believe him."

The monster race and the human race are feuds. Who would believe him if the White Wolf King suddenly jumped out and said that without any evidence.

Chu Wen's face was extremely pale. Hearing this, he forced a smile and said softly, "Second Junior Brother, I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud voice interrupted him: "Chu Wen, it really is you!"

Hearing this sound, Chu Zhaoliu, who was fighting in the air, retreated and stopped, and looked down suddenly, his eyes were as cold as lightning.

However, it was not Shan Haihong who they had been guarding against for a long time who spoke.

It was the dark-skinned man who was following Master Qian after meeting him once at Yaofeng.

He stood up and pointed at Chu Wen, his lips trembling: "I didn't expect that you not only survived... but also became the acting suzerain of Fuyue Sect."

Chu Wen looked over in a daze.

Perhaps it was the man's sound that reminded him, which gave him a new impression of this face.

Before Gu Junyi drew out his sword and stepped forward, Chu Wen held down his hand suddenly and shook his head.

The man took a deep breath and stared straight at Chu Wen. Every word he uttered caused a huge shock to the nearby monks: "What the white wolf king said is true... Chu Wen, Just a half-demon."

It was as if a ladle of water was poured into a boiling oil pan, and with a bang, both the sky and the ground exploded.

Someone immediately stood up and cursed: "Nonsense, what evidence do you have!"

"Everyone knows Chu Daoyou's character. How many people here have not received his favor? Don't just believe it like this, be careful of the trap!"

"Who sent you?"

The man pursed his lower lip nervously, still staring at Chu Wen's face: "...ask him yourself."

He is firm now, but the voices of the people can't help but slowly stop, and their eyes subconsciously turn to Chu Wen.

Chu Wen, who was overwhelmed by the vast ocean of sight, sat there with a pale face, without saying a word.

On that stormy night, the blood hidden in her body was stimulated by her mother's danger.

Hiding in his mother's trembling embrace, he slowly looked down from the dying man, only to realize that his hands were covered in blood.

"Mother..." Chu Wen was terrified and at a loss, "What's wrong with me?"

Mother just kept comforting him, but when Chu Wen turned his head, he found that he had an extra white tail.

300 years ago, humans and monsters were at the most powerful time, with constant friction and hatred for each other.

A child of half-demon blood would not be recognized by either the human race or the demon race, and would even be regarded as a disgrace by both parties, and would be killed on the spot.

This remote small fishing village is a rare corner that is not noticed by the human race and the demon race, so his mother fled here all the way, hoping that he can grow up well.

There was thunder and lightning outside the house, and my mother suddenly let go of him, stood up, and tried to calm down: "Qianer, we have to leave here immediately and go pack our things."

It's one thing to kill someone.

Chu Wen was still too young to control the power in his blood, and this was the biggest problem.

Once discovered by the people in the village...

At this moment, the half-open door was kicked open, and a vulgar scolding sound came in: "I've caught you, adulterer, adulterer, I knew you two didn't know each other, bitch!" People seduce men in the village all day long..."

The woman who opened the door saw the scene in the room, her legs went limp, she fell to the ground with a slam, her lips opened and closed a few times, and she screamed suddenly: "Kill...killed!"

Every household in the village turned on the lights, and the mother's face changed, and she pulled him out of the door, trying to escape.

It's a pity that they couldn't escape, and they were caught back by the villagers with knives and sticks.

Chu Wen struggled, but he couldn't stimulate the blood of the monster race in his body, and he couldn't voluntarily put away his tail and ears. They were tied up and let the whole village watch.

"I didn't expect it to be a little monster..."

"I know that this woman has no good intentions in coming to the village."

"But they really haven't done anything bad, and they even helped us see a doctor for free..."

"Didn't do anything bad? Will this kind of evildoer have good intentions? The sea has been uneven recently, and it must be their evil method."

"We can burn to death together."

Whispering, the village chief decided to push them into the underground stone prison first, discuss and decide how to deal with them.

The stone prison was damp and cold, and my mother was leaning against the wall, with tears in her eyes: "It's mother's fault, mother shouldn't have brought you here, don't be afraid..."

Chu Wen tried his best to move to her side, and when he got closer, he realized that her body was extremely hot, and a huge panic suddenly rose in his heart: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Mother is fine, don't be afraid, your father will come to save us..."

She muttered, and lost consciousness in a daze.

In the middle of the night, she began to tremble all over, her face was flushed, and she coughed continuously, but she could only lie curled up on the cold ground.

Chu Wen was so anxious that his eyes were red, and he could only desperately grind on the sharp stone on the ground, until his hands were bloody, and finally broke the rope on his hands, and rushed to help him up: "Mother!"

He suddenly reacted, rushed to the cell door, and slammed on the cell door: "Come on, come on, save my mother!"

He shouted until his voice became hoarse, and a dark face appeared in his sight. He silently looked at him, and then at the curled up woman.

"What's wrong with your mother?"

Chu Wen held back his tears: "Brother Zhou, my mother has seen a doctor for you, and she is sick now, please, can you bring some medicine?"

The dark-skinned young man hesitated for a long time, then turned and left.

Chu Wen hurriedly took off his clothes, covered his mother, hugged her vigorously, and let her lie in his small arms.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man went back and forth, throwing in a few medicine bottles and a thicker piece of clothing without making a sound.

Chu Wen spread the clothes on the floor, wrapped her in thick clothes, fed her medicine, and did everything he could.

But still to no avail.

It was too damp and too cold in the stone prison, and my mother had a high fever, so no one brought water or food.

On the third day they were locked up, her breathing and heartbeat became weaker and weaker. The few days of torture made her look several years older. She was in a trance and didn't know who she saw. Her chapped and bleeding lips moved. Move: "I've been waiting for you...why don't you come?"

She muttered to herself for a while, and finally came to her senses, she clenched Chu Wen's hand, and said hoarsely: "Qinger, you must live on, mother doesn't need you to ask your father, mother just wants you to live well." go down..."

That night, the body he hugged tightly gradually became icy cold.

At dawn, the people in the village finally figured out how to deal with him, and led them in a mighty manner, ignoring Chu Wen's screaming and struggling, and brutally took him out of the dungeon.

Recently, the sea is so rough that it is impossible to go fishing. They want to sacrifice him to the sea to stop the demon.

That was the first time Chu Wen was thrown into the sea.

When he was almost drowned, he happened to be washed by the waves on the reef. He was thinking about what his mother said to him, and the will to survive burst out, and he desperately climbed onto the reef.

Immediately afterward, he was taken back by the villagers who came to check the situation.

Second time, third time...

After drowning again and again, finally for the last time, he sank into the deep sea, and lost consciousness in the choking suffocation.

He did die once.

After his consciousness was swallowed by endless darkness, a pair of hands caught him and pulled him back to the world.

There was chaos all around, and Chu Wen's silence seemed to represent acquiescence.

The eyes of the people around him changed, and they retreated unconsciously.

Chu Wen's status cannot be compared with that of a mere Luming Sect disciple.

Regardless of his status in Fuyue Sect or in Xiujie, it is difficult for ordinary people to reach. The Junzi Sword, who is highly respected, is very likely to be a half-demon, with the blood of the demon clan flowing.

This is something that absolutely should not and cannot happen.

Fuyue Sect is like picking up a treasure. Several disciples are dragons and phoenixes. Tai Yuanzong and Fuyue Sect have been feuding for a long time, and they are always firmly suppressed. Now the big disciple of Fuyue Sect has an accident. Sect Master Yuan Zong almost laughed out loud.

With his hands behind his back, a schadenfreude smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Friend Chu, everyone is waiting for you to speak. Speak, are you a human or a demon?"

As we all know, Chu Wen upholds the way of a gentleman and never tells lies.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, he pursed his pale lips, and finally opened his mouth stagnantly: "He's right... I do have the blood of the demon race."

Ever since he arrived in Lihai, met the little half-demon named Lin Shan, and then saw the white wolf king Xuanying for the first time, he had a vague premonition.

This day has come.

This upright sound should be replaced by the sound of drawing swords.

On the high platform, except for Gu Junyi and Yan Zhuchen, almost everyone drew out their swords subconsciously, facing each other horizontally, and the rest of them looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a while.

Gu Jun's clothes were as dark as ink, he stepped sideways in front of Chu Wen, and said coldly: "I see who dares to hurt my senior brother."

"Gu Daoyou, the person behind you is not your senior brother anymore, he is not of my race, his heart must be different!"

"The Fuyue Sect wants to learn from the Luming Sect, but it's impossible to cover up a half-demon? I don't think Fellow Daoist Gu is surprised by this. Could it be that the Fuyue Sect already knew that Chu Wen is a half-human, half-demon bastard!"

"Why is Miracle Physician Yan standing there? Isn't Miracle Medicine Valley ignoring worldly affairs..."

Mrs. Du of Yuqing Palace had a rare serious face, listening to the scolding voices from all directions, her voice was still pleasant to hear: "Chu Daoyou has never done anything, and you are in a hurry to put a hat on you? Open your eyes."

"What do women know?" The head of the Taiyuan Sect raised his chin, "The righteous way of the immortal sect, how can we allow the monster race to defile it!"

Madam Du's red lips curled up, revealing a glamorous sneer: "What are you, a defeated underling? You're not even as good as a dog. You dare to talk to my old lady like that. Wu Kun, I think you're courting death."

"Mrs. Du, don't fight among yourself!" Someone quickly smoothed things over, "The most important thing right now is how to deal with Chu Wen."

"But Fellow Daoist Chu did not make any mistakes, who of you can count his mistakes?!"

"It's his fault that he has the blood of the monster race!"

In the midst of the noise, Gu Junyi remained motionless, and the smile on the corner of his mouth didn't look like a smile, but more like a sharp sword blade: "Stop talking nonsense, who dares to take my sword."

The disciples of the Fuyue Sect on each competition stage recovered from the shock, jumped off the high stage and rushed over without any hesitation, formed an formation in tacit understanding, and protected Chu Wen tightly in the middle, saying in unison: "Who dares to touch us?" Acting Sovereign!"

The shocked and angry crowd couldn't help being speechless for a while.

Is the old tradition of Fuyue Sect started again?Can't help but protect my shortcomings.

Chu Zhaoliu finally understood from the farce below.

This is why the White Wolf King of the Fallen Immortal School took the lead.

Shan Haihong was just a smoke bomb he threw to confuse their sight.

Being pregnant with the blood of the monster clan is a scandal for a decent family, and it must be difficult for Chu Wen to talk about it. He didn't expect it to be directly exposed in front of the world today.

Xuanying also stopped, looking at the movement below: "I told you, you still don't believe it? If he didn't have the blood of the White Wolf clan, he would have killed him last time."

All of a sudden, swords were tense on the ground.

But with Gu Junyi and Yan Zhuchen watching, there will be no problem for a while.

Chu Zhaoliu's eyes slowly returned to Xuanying, his face was cold, and he raised his sword again.

He wants to kill this stupid wolf.

Fuyue Mountain's sword array is famous all over the world, not to mention that Gu Junyi is still the peerless master who killed Que Xinluo, Yan Zhuchen should not be underestimated, and no one dared to move below.

In the end, a rather kind-hearted middle-aged man spoke up: "Gu Daoyou, Chu Daoyou's reputation has been obvious to all over the years. We didn't intend to kill Chu Daoyou without explanation, but the head of the Xianmen has the blood of the demon clan. This is really intolerable." Why don't you put Daoyou Chu in a prison first, and discuss later, how about that?"

The prison is a cold prison built underground by the Tiandao League. It is more than a hundred feet deep and dark. Only those who have committed heinous crimes and evils will be imprisoned.

And nine times out of ten, it is impossible to come out again, life and death are unpredictable.

Yan Zhuchen smiled politely: "I was lucky enough to cure a person who came out of the prison, but after staying in the prison for more than a month, he became crazy. Your Excellency said it very lightly, Dare I ask Brother Chu, apart from being half of the blood of the monster race, what faults can you find in him?"

Even, it wasn't Chu Wen's fault that he had the blood of the Yaozu.

Gu Junyi was expressionless, and choked directly: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

Wu Kun was choked by Mrs. Du just now, his face turned pale for a while, and he didn't want to touch Mrs. Du's bad luck again: "What Gu Daoyou and Doctor Yan mean is that Fuyue Sect and Shenyaogu will risk the disgrace of the world and fight against everyone People are against each other, stand on the side of the demon clan?"

"Speaking of which, more than 70 years ago, Gu Daoyou rebelled against the Fuyue Sect for the Demon Cultivator, and was also suppressed by the Fuyue Sect, favoring the Monster Race and the Demon Sect... Hehe, this is not a trivial matter."

With this big hat off, Fuyue Sect and Shenyao Valley were also involved.

Gu Junyi squinted his eyes and looked at the past, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

From the beginning to the end, Chu Wen, who had only spoken one word, suddenly stood up.

Gu Junyi didn't turn back: "Brother, you don't need to do anything, we'll take care of it here."

So what about the half-demon bloodline, the people of the Fuyue Sect, can they move?

"I'm sorry, I've troubled you." Chu Wen was silent for a while, then suddenly passed over Gu Junyi and Yan Zhuchen who were standing in front of him, the moon white robe was blown by the wind, and in front of everyone, his tone Tranquil and peaceful, "You don't need to catch me, I will go to the prison voluntarily."

Gu Junyi's complexion changed, and he hurriedly called: "Senior brother!"

"I can no longer involve Fuyuezong and Shenyaogu." Chu Wen turned his head and gave him an indescribable smile, "Second Junior Brother, Brother Yan, thank you."

Can not care about his blood, stand up for him without hesitation.

When Immortal Fuyue rescued him, he discovered the half-demon blood in his body.

But Fuyue Xianzun didn't care, looking at Chu Wen's anxious eyes, he only smiled gently: "It doesn't matter who you are or not, whether you are a demon or not, what kind of blood you have, what matters is what you choose." This way. To be my disciple, as long as you have your own way in your heart, just be yourself."

He would like to follow the words of his master and be himself for 300 years.

Now that he stood up, he was also being himself, rather than feeling guilty as a half-demon.

The battle between Chu Zhaoliu and the White Wolf King entered a fierce stage. Others in the sky couldn't intervene, and it was really lively below, and they were about to go down and get involved.

Xie Ming, who was on the sidelines without interfering, suddenly looked at a certain place in the void, and said two words coldly: "Come?"

Everyone subconsciously followed his line of sight, but only saw a vast void. When they were in doubt, a corner of the black robe was exposed in that void under everyone's gaze.

Chu Zhaoliu parried the sharp claws of the White Wolf King with a sword, and looked at the black figure that appeared silently, his pupils shrank suddenly.

That person was just like Xie Ming's memory, covered in a black robe like black mist, wearing a hood, and wearing a ghost mask on his face, covering his true face.

He didn't even care about the White Wolf King for a while, and said coldly: "Finally you have appeared, Fallen Immortal."

Hearing this claim, the man in black turned slightly towards him, his voice was hoarse and gloomy, with a bit of disdain for another calculation: "Oh, you have been to that shrine, guessed it?"

Xie Ming remained silent, and raised the Minghong Sword.

The Fallen Immortal put his hands behind his back, and didn't take it seriously: "The demon is about to erode into your heart. If you dare to fight with me, you will become a lunatic who only knows how to kill."

He glanced down calmly, his eyes fell on the locked long sword, and he hooked his fingers.

Shan Haihong, who had approached the sword box at some point, suddenly stretched out his hand, and without knowing what method he used, he shattered the heavy spirit locks!

The sword box flew up smoothly and fell into the hands of the Fallen Immortal.

"Who is that person?"

"Shan Haihong, what are you doing!"

"Who are you, put down the key to the fairy gate!"

The spearhead that was originally aimed at Chu Wen suddenly turned, and everyone was furious, but for a moment they were captured by the aura of the Fallen Immortal, so they dared not rush after him.

The Fallen Immortal looked at all living beings, and laughed: "It's really a good show! I like watching plays, especially watching good plays written by myself."

The chess formation arranged between the three islands lighted up silently, and a lore formation suddenly emerged.

The Fallen Immortal opened the sword box without raising his head, and didn't care: "It's just mere."

The moment the killing formation erupted under Xie Ming's influence, he took out the sword from the sword case, and after just observing it, he realized something was wrong, and his voice suddenly became cold: "It's fake."

As soon as he moved his finger, the extremely hard sword made of black iron from the South China Sea turned into pieces on the spot and disappeared with the wind.

The killing array landed on his head, and he just clapped his hands, dissolving the peerless killing array lightly.

"You guys are really brave." A trace of sullenness could be heard in the voice of the Fallen Immortal, "Dare to lure me with a fake sword."

Xie Ming frowned slightly.

In the final analysis, even though the Fallen Immortal was kicked out of the Immortal Realm and lost his cultivation, his body was still an "immortal", and after tens of thousands of years, such a formation could not even hurt a piece of his clothes.

Chu Zhaoliu took the time to look over again: "Get out if you want to survive. Xie San, stand up!"

The Fallen Immortal was angered, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "I really don't give up, the formation of ants is useless to me."

The White Wolf King couldn't help but said, "It's me who is fighting you, can you respect me?"

Chu Zhaoliu kicked him away in anger, and threw a word loudly: "Get lost!"

Fallen Immortal is much more important than White Wolf King.

White Wolf King: "..."

In fact, he has been releasing water.

After meeting Chu Zhaoliu, he found that Chu Zhaoliu was indeed stronger than him, and since the fallen immortals were here, why should he work hard.

Seeing that Chu Zhaoliu flew to Xie Ming's side, the White Wolf King simply got lazy and watched with folded arms.

The next second he couldn't stand still.

The murderous aura was overflowing from above, and those with a little vision had already avoided it, but Gu Junyi and Chu Wen actually went backwards and caught up!

He couldn't help calling: "Nephew, I'm your uncle!"

Chu Wen silently ignored him, and the brothers and Xie Ming stood at each side.

Fallen Immortal was extremely conceited, he didn't think the little chess pieces on his chessboard could make any splashes, and looked at the four of them with great interest.

It was a condescending attitude, looking at the struggling cricket in his jar, which was extremely interesting.

Not to mention the injuries and illnesses of these few people, none of them are at the peak of their strength, and they are all tied up.

Even if they are all in their heyday, it is still difficult to do anything to him.

Chu Zhaoliu stood in the middle, twitching the corners of his mouth with a smirk: "Could it be that your true self is as ugly as it was 100 years ago, so you're ashamed to show it to others?"

The gaze under the mask of the fallen fairy fell on him, and the tone was as casual as telling an old friend: "It's not important, what's important is that if you say one more word, the spiritual power in your body will backfire even harder."

"Time is urgent, there is no time to make too many arrangements." Chu Zhaoliu ignored him, "I will give you a meeting gift."

The 99 major formations hidden under the deep sea and in the sky suddenly light up heavily.

The Fallen Immortal who was calmly holding his hand was slightly startled, and slowly raised his head.

He had forgotten that Chu Zhaoliu was not only a master of formations, but also a prodigal son with a lot of money.

Before suppressing demons and grievances outside the capital of the Eastern Xia Kingdom, the first move was a 99-fold formation.

But today's formations are more subtle and more lethal than the previous ones. Each formation is comparable to the killing formation that Xie Ming just launched.

It turned out that it was just a small temptation.

He said, where did these people have the courage to lure him out.

Void has been playing chess for so long, not only guessing his identity, but also forging a false key to attract him.

Really improved.

Messy thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant, and the figure of the Fallen Immortal flashed, and I wanted to spread it hundreds of meters away to avoid the sharp edge.

Unexpectedly, he had a thought, but he couldn't pass it on.

Although Gu Junyi and Chu Wen were injured, they had no limit to their spiritual power. They quickly injected spiritual power into the formation, and raised their eyebrows when they saw this: "Hey, thank you, Sect Master, I really predicted it for you. He really is here At this time, I want to escape."

Xie Ming stood behind Chu Zhaoliu, like a solid shield, raised his eyebrows like a thrush: "It's coming."

Since the edge cannot be avoided, the Fallen Immortal has no plans to leave.

He leisurely walked towards Chu Zhaoliu's direction and waved his hands casually.

Seven or eight formations were destroyed.

The corner of his clothes finally flew out and fell down danglingly.

Chu Zhaoliu made a formula in his hands, and the light of the formation flourished again!

The Fallen Immortal paused for a moment, and out of thin air, there was an extra black sword in his hand, and he swung the sword to slash.

A dozen more formations were destroyed.

Countless thunder, lightning, hurricanes and spikes intertwined in the air into a thrilling and magnificent picture, and everyone standing on the island was stunned.

Each of these formations is worthy of being a sect's mountain protection formation, but at this moment, a mysterious person of unknown origin has destroyed a dozen of them with a wave at will.

Everyone swallowed subconsciously.

Is this really the realm of cultivation that human beings can achieve?

They couldn't help but have a thought floating in their minds at the same time: Fortunately, those four people blocked...

This is completely out of their order of magnitude.

Only Yan Zhuchen saw his temples throbbing wildly, and had a premonition that after this fight, he would have to take care of four patients lying in rows.

Above the sky, in an instant, the formation has been destroyed in sevens and eighties.

The robes of the Fallen Immortal also became tattered, and the tiger's mouth that was holding the sword overflowed with blood, but with these formations, it was indeed impossible to kill him.

Chu Zhaoliu and the others didn't expect to use these killing arrays to take down the Fallen Immortal.

But their goal has been achieved - before confronting the Fallen Immortal head-on, they used a large formation to delay and wear him down as much as possible.

Just when the Fallen Immortal broke through the last few formations and asked in disappointment, "Is this all you have", the next moment, a meteor pierced the sky.

The light was so blazing that even the people on the island couldn't help squinting their eyes. Only then did they see clearly that it was not a shooting star, but Chu Zhaoliu's sword.

Condensing his sword intent, a sword that has been poised for a long time.

It really is "a sword to startle the immortal".

The Fallen Immortal's expressionless face under the mask finally lost its color, but it was too late to avoid the sword. The sword energy hit like a mountain roaring and tsunami, and the wind swept across the land. There was no place to retreat and avoid. The sword, but it can't stop this powerful sword.

There was a soft "poof", the sound of the sword piercing through the body was small but deafening, and everyone in the sky and the world held their breath and stared at this scene intently.

Chu Zhaoliu's sword was unbiased and pierced into the chest of the Fallen Immortal.

It was rare that there was no trace of a smile on that gorgeous face, staring at the fallen immortal without blinking, and uttered a few words: "So what if you are an immortal."

Do not underestimate mortals.

The Fallen Immortal snorted, and his voice became hoarse and cold: "I should have killed you back then."

He struck out with one palm, and Chu Zhaoliu's spiritual power was already concentrated in this sword. The burning pain of his spiritual veins made him fly away before he even had time to dodge. Bloodstains.

He couldn't help choking out a few mouthfuls of blood, and slammed his body into the arms of Xie Ming who came over, grinning his teeth in pain, deliberately showing a grievance: "Sect Master Xie, he hit me!"

Xie Ming wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he looked at the fallen immortal.

Fallen Immortal pressed her chest, showing a bit of distress.

He underestimated the enemy too much, thinking that these people were just pawns on his chessboard. Chu Zhaoliu's sword didn't just punch a hole in his flesh. His internal organs.

Don't stay here for long.

He turned around without hesitation and wanted to leave, but Xie Ming's cold voice came from not far away: "Can you escape?"

The last long-awaited formation rose.

The surface of the sea boiled, and the billowing sea water suddenly flew up dozens of feet, forming a curtain of water, enveloping everyone in the air. When one looked carefully, one found that it was not a curtain of water, but a handle transformed by the sea water. The completed water sword, hundreds of thousands of small swords lined up and flowed together, blocking the way out.

Fallen Immortal tapped the acupoints to stop the bleeding, and finally had to sigh: "You guys should be proud that you can force me to this point."

After a short pause, his words turned sharply: "But, do you think you can win this way?"

Without the obstacles of the previous numerous formations, the Fallen Immortal held the sword and appeared in front of Xie Ming in the blink of an eye as fast as teleporting.

No one thought that he was injured so badly, his internal organs should be shattered, yet he could still go so fast!

Xie Ming pushed Chu Zhaoliu out in time, Ming Hongjian greeted the enemy with a "dang", and the Fallen Immortal gasped: "A mortal sword can actually block my sword?"

Chu Wen caught the exhausted Chu Zhaoliu: "Little brother, how are you doing?"

Chu Zhaoliu turned pale and shook his head, before he could reply in time, he quickly looked over there.

The power of the Fallen Immortal has not diminished much!

Gu Junyi and Chu Wen just spent more than half of their spiritual power inputting into the formation, and now they are still maintaining the sword formation, it is too dangerous to meet them, but Xie Ming... Xie Ming's inner demon has spread to his shoulders!

Why can't he hold on for a while longer?

Just hold on for a while and make a sword!

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't move, he clenched his blood-stained teeth, it was the first time that he hated the shackles on him so much.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Ming had fought hundreds of moves with the fallen immortal.

Every sword of the Fallen Immortal is extremely heavy, but he can only use a small half of his spiritual power, relying entirely on swordsmanship to make up for the lack of spiritual power, but he fell short in a moment.

If this stalemate continues, there is no doubt that they will lose.

He quickly glanced at Chu Zhaoliu from the corner of his eye. Due to excessive consumption and serious backlash, Chu Zhaoliu couldn't help but coughed again and spit out several mouthfuls of blood. Snow.

Under the severe pain, he couldn't even lift his fingers.

As long as the Fallen Immortal is killed, Lumingzong's blood feud can be avenged, and Chu Zhaoliu's spiritual tie can be resolved.

Moreover, Chu Zhaoliu was right behind him.

Although he promised with Chu Zhaoliu that he would never use his spiritual power forcibly...but if he can't even protect his sweetheart, then he is a real waste.

The majestic spiritual power suddenly surged out!

The pupils under the mask of the Fallen Immortal shrank, staring at his gradually reddening pupils: "You are really beyond my expectation."

Once the inner demon spreads to the heart, the consciousness will be difficult to control, and will be completely controlled by the inner demon, turning into a murderous bloodthirsty lunatic.

Xie Ming is a rational and proud person to the bottom of his bones, he concluded that it is impossible for Xie Ming to use spiritual power to turn himself into an irrational lunatic.

The corner of Xie Ming's mouth twitched coldly: "So what if you're crazy? If you're crazy, you're crazy."

His sword suddenly became icy cold and sharp, as fast as lightning, unstoppable, with an indomitable momentum, he opened and closed, and immediately reversed from falling to evenly matched!

And the sword power is still rising and rising.

Fallen Immortal felt ashamed.

If it wasn't because of contempt, he was wounded by Chu Zhaoliu with a sword, how could he be beaten back and forth by the ants and mortals who look down on him!

In the quick sword move, Xie Ming held the sword in one hand and made a tactic with the other.

The flowing water swords flew one after another, densely packed, without interruption, led by Ming Hongjian, and once again attacked the Fallen Immortal!

Every water sword is wrapped with Xie Ming's sword energy, like the sharp blade of a magic weapon, a fallen immortal lost his mind for a moment, and finally there is a trace of left and right, only to hear another dull piercing sound, the Minghong sword is like a nameless sword, easily Hole into his body, the sword energy burst out, further destroying his internal organs!

The Fallen Immortal still finds it unbelievable: "Mortal things... can actually hurt my fairy body?"

Xie Ming looked at him coldly, gripped the Ming Hong sword tightly, and drew it out fiercely.

The fallen fairy's body swayed, and her aura withered away visibly with the naked eye.

The sound of clashes disappeared, leaving only the overwhelming sound of the sword formation.

The snow-white clothes on Xie Ming's body were almost completely stained with blood.

Chu Zhaoliu rubbed his dizzy head from the pain, gathered some strength, and rushed over quickly: "Xie San, you..."

When he met Xie Ming's crimson eyes when he turned around, he froze for a moment.

The Fallen Immortal was wounded at the side, and suddenly laughed: "Ha, Chu Zhaoliu, do you know what Xie Ming's inner demon is?"

Chu Zhaoliu looked over blankly: "It doesn't matter what it is, what matters is that you fell."

Fallen Immortal: "It's you."

Chu Zhaoliu tightened his hand holding the Wuming Sword.

It's him?Why?

The Fallen Immortal lowered his voice, like a demon: "The demon has eroded into his heart, from body to mind, no longer driven by reason, you are the one who bears the brunt, and will be torn to pieces by him..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Chu Zhaoliu approaching Xie Ming, looking up at him with clear eyes: "Xie Ming, do you still recognize who I am?"

Xie Ming slowly blinked his blood-red eyes, and stretched out his hand towards Chu Zhaoliu.

Those eyes, which were as clear as glazed glass, became chaotic, appearing a bit sluggish.

He has a splitting headache, and there are many phantoms in front of his eyes. The inner demons that used to speak in his mind are gradually controlling his reason.

The corners of the mouth under the mask of the fallen fairy are raised high.

His favorite scene is coming.

To kill a lover with one's own hands, to be killed by a lover's own hands.

And the rationality that occasionally emerges in the chaos will sink into the deep sea of ​​regret together with the pain, and it will never be pulled out.

However, the next moment, the corners of his mouth could not be raised.

Xie Ming did not kill Chu Zhaoliu as he expected, he just stretched out his hand and hugged Chu Zhaoliu into his arms forcefully.

Chu Zhaoliu didn't resist, even though he was strangled, he didn't make a sound.

Both of them were covered in blood and scars. He rested his head on Xie Ming's neck, and from the thick bloody smell, he vaguely smelled a icy and snow-like clean fragrance.

There was a sluggish and hoarse voice, but a clear and firm voice: "I know."

The author has something to say:

No matter what you become or what I become, I will never hurt you and will always know you.

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