The Path Toward Heaven

Of course Liu Shisui is a talkative person, otherwise how could Jing Jiu have thought of him when he met the young monk of Guocheng Temple who practiced closed mantra.

Of course, the level of his chatter was not as exaggerated as it is today.

In the past ten years or so, he has shouldered too many responsibilities and secrets. Because he was worried about accidentally leaking the truth, because of the pressure, and because he had to play the role of a demon disciple in a miserable situation, his words became less and less, and he was about to go crazy.

Until today, Jing Jiu's bracelet turned into a sword to clear the way for him, and countless flying swords from Qingshan went to the West Sea. He finally didn't have to play that role anymore, and he was relieved. He wished to say all the things he hadn't said in the past ten years.

The cave was very quiet, there was no sound for a long time, Xiao He hugged him and gently stroked his back.

Liu Shisui was a little moved, but also a little nervous, he didn't know where to put his hands, he froze in mid-air, his face became more and more red.

In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a trembling voice, I... I'm a little thirsty.

Xiao He left his body, looked at him and laughed, and said, Can you not be thirsty after talking so much?

Liu Shisui didn't dare to look at her, he drank the spring water in his teacup in one gulp, and asked, How do you feel now?

With the help of the elixir, coupled with the meditation during this period, his injury has healed a bit. The key is that the sword essence has recovered a lot, and he should be able to control the sword.

Xiao He felt her body, confirmed that the injury hadn't improved obviously, but she should be able to move freely, and nodded.

Liu Shisui helped her walk to the cliff, and said, When I said just now that Young Master and Zhao Layue have many secrets, did you bother me?

Xiao He thinks you still know.

Liu Shisui said, Actually, I also have a secret.

Xiao He wanted to come back?

But that secret is my own, so I can tell you.

Liu Shisui led her to the nearby woods and whistled.

Hearing the sound, the flying sword returned to his side, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, looking back from time to time, it seemed a little bit reluctant.

Liu Shisui walked up to the slightly raised ground in the forest, grabbed it with his right hand, and the soil broke through the air, revealing a sword inside.

The sword is slender and has a cool and indifferent aura, one can tell it is extraordinary at a glance.

Chuzi sword.

Back then in Chaoge Night Palace, Jin Mingcheng presented this sword to Zhao Layue on behalf of the Emperor, and she gave it to Liu Shisui in Guihua City.

In a sense, Luo Huainan died under this sword.

In these years, Xi Wangsun and many people have been looking for the whereabouts of the sword, but there is no result.

Because Liu Shisui had never used this sword before.

Looking at the sword, Xiao He was a little surprised.

One of the most important tasks that Xi Wangsun entrusted to her was to find this sword.

Who would have thought that Liu Shisui would actually hide the Chuzi Sword in a forest hundreds of miles away from Haizhou City.

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Liu Shisui took the Chuzi Sword out of the dirt, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and stuck it in his waist.

The bright little sword trembled slightly, flying around his body non-stop, with a feeling of eagerness, as if it wanted to cut down, to try the hardness of the Chuzi sword.

Liu Shisui hurriedly stopped him, took Xiao He's hand to step on the flying sword, and left.

At this time, a sigh sounded in his mind.

When fleeing Haizhou City, when he was running wildly with his sword in the sky, he also heard a sigh.

That sigh was full of emotion, but also a little bit sad and regretful.

There is also emotion in this sigh, but the sense of loss and regret has turned into satisfaction and relief.

No matter what kind of sigh it means, it is the sigh of the king and grandson of the West.

Liu Shisui's expression changed suddenly, he drew out the Chuzi sword from his waist without hesitation, and drew a sword flower in front of him.

Xiaojian also sensed great danger, raised the head of the sword slightly, and was about to fly away through the air.

Click!

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in the blue cloudless sky.

Thunder fell between the cliffs.

There was a loud bang.

Rocks splashed between the cliffs.

Liu Shisui and Xiao He fell to the ground, covered in blood.

A figure floated down from the sky.

He was wearing bright yellow clothes, his face was covered by a bead curtain, his eyes were quiet, his aura was unfathomable, like an emperor.

Sun Wang Sun.

Chu Zijian had already left Liu Shisui's hand, and with a whoosh, it pierced Xi Wangsun's face.

The bead curtain swings lightly.

Xi Wangsun stretched out his right hand.

easy.

He grabbed the Hatsuko sword.

Chu Zijian struggled for a moment, then quickly regained his composure.

Xi Wangsun glanced at the sky diagonally ahead.

The small sword was hidden behind the rock, as if it was preparing to attack.

Sensing Xi Wangsun's gaze, Xiaojian flew directly behind the mountain without hesitation, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

You run really fast, what a sword.

Xi Wangsun sighed in admiration, knowing that even if he wanted to subdue that little sword, it would take a long time, and he had no idea of ​​regeneration.

He looked at Liu Shisui with disappointment and appreciation in his eyes.

I didn't expect that I would be deceived by you children.

How will you be here?

Liu Shisui said with a pale face.

His heart was full of shock and puzzlement.

In his mind, this is impossible.

The strong men of the orthodox sect are besieging Yuntai, and the secret of Bulaolin is about to be revealed to the world. As the leader of Bulaolin, Xi Wangsun is not there to meet the enemy, but come to chase and kill himself? Even if what he did was the betrayal that Bulao Lin hated the most, is it more important to kill himself than to keep Bold Lin?

Obviously, this is a killing game that you have prepared for many years. Even if I stay in Yuntai, what else can I do?

Seeing Liu Shisui's expression, Xi Wangsun knew what he was thinking, and said calmly, If that's the case, why should I stay there waiting to die?

Liu Shisui said: Then what you should do is run away quickly, why are you still chasing me?

Killing you is of course very important, but of course I follow you for other reasons.

Xi Wangsun looked at the Chuzi sword in his hand with deep eyes.

All it takes is a drop of blood essence, and it will be his sword.

The destruction of the Yuntai is indeed an unbearable price for Bulao Lin, but it can be regarded as compensation to find the Chuzi Sword - this is the real inheritance of Nanhai. With this sword, he may break through the realm that has been stagnant for many years. At that time, no matter if it is a senior brother, or those old guys from the Qingshan and Zhongzhou sects, what are they afraid of?

Just for this sword? The people in Yuntai are your most loyal subordinates, you don't care at all? Is the life and death of those people less important than a sword?

Liu Shisui was inexplicably angry.

Xi Wangsun withdrew his gaze, looked at him and said, Bulaolin is a knife in the first place, so what do you care about, the most important thing is always the hand holding the knife.

If the cloud platform is destroyed, it will be destroyed.

Those assassins and subordinates died as soon as they died.

As long as he is still alive, and those who hide in the deepest part are still alive, then the old forest will exist forever.

What's more, no matter how powerful Liu Shisui was, he still failed to discover those real knives.

Liu Shisui understood what he meant and turned even paler.

Those who will die today are knives, but you are not.

Xi Wangsun looked at him and said with emotion: The real person admires you very much, and I do the same. I originally hoped that you would be the next one to hold the knife.

Liu Shisui said, I'm sorry to disappoint you.

No, you actually killed Luo Huainan in order to win my trust. This kind of means is something that a peerless hero cannot do. I can only admire you for this kind of you, and I will never be disappointed.

Xi Wangsun said: It's a pity that I have to kill you today, because I always have to give some people an explanation.

A sigh suddenly sounded from the cliff.

An old scholar from Yimaozhai came out, looked at Xi Wangsun and said, So I'm just a knife.

Xi Wangsun looked at him with some surprise, and after a moment of silence, he said, Of course Mr. Yan is not a knife, you are a pen.