Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Di Dongqing immediately realized the other party's intentions. Now that Shen Zhaoyun was poisoned, Zhuo Yinglian deliberately held her back in order to create opportunities for her companion.

He set off immediately, trying to stop Tianxing's footsteps, but was stopped by Zhuo Yinglian.The latter took out a thin blade like a soft whip from nowhere, wrapped around his body like a vine.

If he makes a strong attack, the opponent will dodge, if he withdraws, the opponent will catch up again and bite him tightly.

The thin blade in Zhuo Yinglian's hand is as ghostly and unpredictable as her chords.After a few tricks, he still couldn't get rid of the entanglement.

Tianxing's feet were extremely fast, and he was already in front of the ancestral hall in the blink of an eye.

The black cat huddled in the crevice of the stone, the fur on its back stood out like spikes, and it purred in a low voice, as if it was afraid or in a demonstration.

Tianxing took another step forward, trying to bend down, but his vision was blocked.

Between him and Xi Rang, there is only one last obstacle left.

Shen Zhaoyun.

This person had just been stabbed by a poisonous needle and had lost all feeling in his arm, but he stood extremely steady and blocked Tianxing's path impartially.

He threw the hat and hat aside, and drew the iron sword from his waist: "Teacher has not fought with you for a long time, it seems that your progress is really not small."

Tianxing raised his head and stared at him: "I don't need you to be my teacher anymore."

Shen Zhaoyun raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you have to be so ruthless?"

The boy asked back: "Shouldn't it be?"

Shen Zhaoyun shook his head: "I don't care if you join the Chongming Sect, just like I joined the Yuchang Army, we all have our own choices."

"In that case, get out of the way and don't stop me."

"I'm afraid not."

"why?"

"Because a teacher can never watch students suffer."

Tian Xing said anxiously: "I didn't suffer. In Chongming Sect, I have become stronger than you. I don't need you to teach me anymore."

Shen Zhaoyun was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Your tone is not small, it is a good thing for young people to have self-confidence."

"It's true!" Tianxing's voice was dry, and he struggled to utter his voice, "Get out of the way!"

Shen Zhaoyun shook his head and said, "That won't work, I want to try your kung fu."

Before the words fell, the sword was handed out.

Tianxing retreated half a step, entangled with Shen Zhaoyun, he used the hook as a short blade, every move was extremely quick, and he swung his bow left and right, without giving his opponent a chance to breathe.

The dilapidated house has enough space for two people to display their figures, and the surroundings are quiet and open, like the mountain stream of Wuxi.It's just that there is no clear spring and flowing water, and there is no fragrance of birds and flowers, and the two of them will not sit side by side on the dewy grass after the contest is over.

Tian Xing is indeed different from the past, there is a ball of fire buried in his body, pure and fierce, which burns out all the redundant emotions, leaving only the sharp edge, which is deadly.

Shen Zhaoyun tried his best to pick it up, but his vision became more and more blurred.The eyes could barely distinguish the opponent's movements, but the body became heavier and heavier, unable to keep up with the opponent's attack.

His moves were half a beat slower than Tianxing's, and he failed repeatedly, and was caught by the opponent, chasing him all the way. The sharp edge of Leng Hook slid across his throat several times, and the smell of blood rushed into his nose.

If there is enough time, the poison on the needle may not be able to be dispelled by his inner breath, but at this moment, he is really powerless to take care of the enemy and himself.

He seemed to be pushed back off the cliff by an invisible hand, and kept sliding towards the bottom of the valley.

In a blink of an eye, he was forced to the bottom of the broken wall by the opponent, and the sharp hook tip came around from one side. He tried to dodge backwards, but his shoulder blade hit the brick, and his movements were paused for a moment.

The sharp blade chased after him at this moment, and plunged into his arm mercilessly.

Blood splattered.

Half of his shoulder was numb and pressed against the cold wall tiles, while the other half of his shoulder was in burning pain, which almost made him faint.

The iron sword in his hand fell to the ground, and Tianxing held it against it with his toe, and picked it up lightly.

The next moment, the sword was in the opponent's hand, and the edge was reversed, pointing at his throat.

"Your sword has become dull." Tianxing announced.

He let out a chuckle from deep in his throat, and his rolling Adam's apple slid past the tip of the sword, leaving a piercing pain.

He was laughing at himself.

He has gone through this world, laughed, cried, loved, hated, met and parted with many lovers, gave birth to many feelings, and cut them off one by one. , his sword has already been covered with a thick layer of common dust, anyone who uses it will inevitably become dull.

Unlike him, Tianxing was imprisoned in shackles from birth. Even if he was lucky enough to get a second life, he would still be alienated from his closest relatives and be looked down upon by his tribe.

Therefore, Tianxing's knife is always as sharp as ever.

This is not a blessing.Wuxi people imposed the mission of generations on his shoulders. For a young man, this burden is too heavy.

He stared at the boy's face, and said softly: "Tian Xing, follow me back, at your age, you really shouldn't kill someone."

The young man was stunned for a moment.

Someone once said the same thing to him on a cold, starry night.

An inexplicable anxiety surged in his heart, like a scorching flame, boiling his blood and covering his eyes with billowing smoke.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I'll prove it to you."

He withdrew the blunt sword briefly, then stretched it out with all his strength, and stabbed it straight at Shen Zhaoyun's chest.

The sword rises, the sword falls, and taking people's lives has always been such a simple matter.

Shen Zhaoyun was completely defenseless, only his left hand was still able to move.

The left hand was raised, with five fingers spread out, and it firmly grasped the blade.

The sword was sharpened on both sides, although it was blunt, it was still not something that flesh and blood could resist.

The dripping blood flowed out from between the fingers, and the blade of the sword was deeply embedded in the flesh, grinding the muscles and bones, and the pain was like thousands of wild beasts biting him together.

But he didn't let go, his five fingers finally slipped to the sword through the slippery blood.He tried his best to suppress the fishy smell in his throat, put the whole body's true energy on his arms, moved his wrist, and turned the sword edge slowly.

Tianxing's eyes widened, filled with confusion.

After all, the strength of the young man was inferior to that of an adult, he gradually lost his advantage, under the oppression of the opponent, he let go of the hilt hastily, and the next moment, he was thrown to the ground by the opponent.

Shen Zhaoyun half-kneeled on the ground, pressed Tianxing's wrist with his knee, and poured his whole body weight on his knee, making him unable to turn over.

After all, Tian Xing was thin and small, and was restrained by the opponent in a skillful way, and he couldn't break free for a while.The weapon fell at his feet, but his arms couldn't be stretched out, and he couldn't touch it.

Shen Zhaoyun looked at Tianxing condescendingly, and said: "Look, teachers teach students, after all, they have to keep a hand."

Tianxing raised his head and stared blankly at the other party.

Shen Zhaoyun's arm was dyed bright red, and the thick blood trickled down his fingers and landed on his face drop by drop.

He heard Shen Zhaoyun's voice trembling, the calm and lazy voice in the past was hoarse now, trying to squeeze out a joking tone: "How about it, do you want to change to the teacher's school, ask me to be your master, and be my apprentice from now on?"

He shook his head stubbornly, and hissed from deep in his throat: "You let me go..."

"If you don't let it go, children should obey the adults."

The two were in a stalemate, when the black cat appeared from a crack in the stone, walked cautiously to Shen Zhaoyun's side, swung its head, and rubbed against the back of his scarred hand.

The bloody five fingers moved slightly, raised tremblingly, and gently stroked the top of the black cat's head.The soft fur on the palm of the hand is real animal fur, and it pricks the palm one after another, it doesn't look like a pseudomorph at all...

A drop of blood accidentally got into the black cat's eyes. The cat shrank its neck, swung its front paws, and scratched the back of Shen Zhaoyun's hand.

Shen Zhaoyun couldn't help moaning, trying to grab the black cat's body, but the latter tightened its shoulders, slipped away from his palm, turned and fled away.

Shen Zhaoyun froze in place.

Zhuo Yinglian's laughter came from a distance: "Master Shen, Master Shen, even if you are wise and powerful, what's the use? I regret to tell you that the one you gave your life to save just now was not at all transformed into a corpse, it was just a piece of blood. Just an ordinary wildcat."