Envy

Before Meng Tou fell down, he saw a hazy figure under the moon not far away.The light in his eyes was quickly annihilated, and was covered by horrible faces. He couldn't tell where the pain was on his body, he only felt the pain in his heart.

A thought flashed through his mind: He is Yan Zhaohan's only relative in this world, and he cannot die.If he died, Yan Zhaohan would really be helpless.He must not die.

With all his strength, he punched the corpse biting his arm open, and supported himself to get up.He lost his ice-drinking sword, he couldn't escape with the sword, he wanted to find the saber.But the moment he stood up again, his limbs seemed to be tightly entangled by vines, the sharp nails pierced into his flesh, and the corpse bit his shoulder blade from behind, sucking hot blood.His breathing became short of breath, and his legs went limp.

A cold breath came through the mountain, strong and violent, pushing away the corpses surrounding him.The corpses around him retreated to the sides in a hurry as if they had received an invisible force.A path appeared before him.

Meng Tou closed his eyes halfway, his white clothes were stained red with blood, his consciousness was blurred, all he knew was that the corpses around him had dispersed.He saw someone walking towards him slowly... It didn't seem like a stranger, there was no smell of a living person on his body, it should be an empty soul.

The spirit bent down to touch him.Meng Tou saw an ice-blue mark on his forehead, and looked down, thinking that he was hallucinating.The appearance of the soul was very similar to him.

The corpse roared and rushed over again. Before Meng Tou could react, his body was lifted up by a wave of true energy and slowly rose into the air.The soul ignored the corpses around it, tilted its neck, and the corners of its eyes were cold, and then turned into sand and drifted away.

When Meng Tou was sent to the tall building by that infuriating energy, the soul had already gathered from fine sand into a spiritual body, and landed on the city wall beside the thin man in black.

Yan Zhaohan held the long sword in his hand, and the newly added wound on his arm was bleeding, and the dark red blood slid down his wrist, drop by drop.

There was a sound of wind all around, and someone came.

A flock of crows fluttered away on the high wall.The smell of blood spread, and the corpses, people, and wild spirits who had been raging before calmed down, and they all looked up.The man who came stepping on the moon lightly landed on the top of the wall, and the dark blue clothes flew away in an instant, and the silk sash wrapped around the long sword in his hand fluttered away.The brightness in his eyes was like red lotuses blooming in midsummer, and the coldness in the cold pool was like a machete separating a wound in the night sky, bleeding gurglingly.

He smiled: "Brother."

Before he could say a word of greeting, Su Chuo looked at the sword spirit beside Yan Zhaohan, and said with a sneer, "So the sword spirit in Feng Ye Sword looks like this."

When Yan Zhaohan left Yan's house, Yan Shuhan left him nothing, except for a Fengye sword that he thought was scrap iron.Yan Shuhan didn't know how to make this legendary sword show its power until his death, and when he threw it to Yan Zhaohan, he still cursed the dead woman of the Yi tribe in his heart.

If I had known earlier that it was scrap iron, why would I have caused such trouble in the first place.

Married a weak Mi woman and gave birth to a disobedient son.

What he didn't know was that the opening of the Feng Ye Sword required the blood of the Yi tribe.

On the last night of the trial in Qiqie Palace, Feng Yejian's sword spirit saved the lives of Yan Zhaohan and his senior brother.It was only later that Yan Zhaohan discovered that Fengye Sword Spirit's appearance was exactly the same as Meng Tou's.

According to legend, when Fengye Sword Spirit is born, he will assume the appearance of his master's mind.

Yan Zhaohan was not surprised, it was just that during those chaotic and hopeless days in Xiqi Palace, he would occasionally feel some thoughts just around the corner.He used to use Jiu Jin to quietly cut his arm with Fengye sword, letting his blood soak the edge of the blade, just to see the appearance of the sword spirit.

But he was disappointed.

Because it hurts too much.When there is too much pain in body and mind, people will be extra sober.

Feng Ye Jian Lingfeng's expression was too cold, he couldn't see any warmth from Jian Ling's eyes, unlike that person's peach blossom eyes with affectionate smile, which could melt the frost.

At this time, Fengye Sword Spirit turned into fine sand again, flew out of the city, swirled in the night wind, and instantly poured into the long sword in Yan Zhaohan's hand, and the sword spirit became one.

Su Chuo hasn't fought Yan Zhaohan for many years, but he can still read every expression on his face.When Yan Zhaohan stabbed the sword mercilessly, he blocked it with his saber, and retreated lightly, talking and laughing freely: "Brother's swordsmanship has not regressed at all, it is the same as before. Forcing people to step back."

He tapped his toes lightly on the city wall, jumped away from the city wall, raised his breath and walked in the air, and said with a smile: "Why are you annoyed. I haven't killed Meng Sanlang yet." When he said the word "kill", His eyes were tinged with coldness: "It's a pity."

Yan Zhaohan walked away through the air, stabbing directly at Su Chuo's heart without losing any strength in his hands.Su Chuo smiled and opened one by one: "But that's all, the Yanhuo Token is still on Meng Tou. If Meng Tou is really swallowed alive, I don't know if those bastards will swallow Mu Mi's token." Eat it. It's troublesome to think about it."

The two swords were at a stalemate.Yan Zhaohan said, "Do you know how many people you killed?"

Su Chuo's smile was slightly sarcastic, and he said, "You shouldn't have said that. Yan Shaojun." He bit the last three words hard.

"You attacked and rose up in the palace. Have you forgotten how many people you killed? You killed our master brothers and killed our master. Why are your hands clean? After we die, we will all go to hell. Care about the lives and deaths of these people?"

Yan Zhaohan slashed down with his sword, but Su Chuo narrowly escaped, pointed to the distant Muji Mountain, and said, "Those people regard you as a thorn in their side, have you forgotten how they treated you in Muji? Are they the same way?"

Yan Zhaohan's thoughts were in a mess, and he didn't want to hear what he had to say, but he still refused to give up.

"Shen Gui's disciples, those members of the Yan Family are you on the same path? They bully you, ridicule you, and regard you as a monster. What is the result of your retreat every step of the way?"

"Did you forget that you and I are the only ones along the way..."

"Stop it!" Yan Zhao growled with red eyes.

Su Chuo said coldly: "Mu Mi's breath is exhausted, and the disciples who know the current affairs have returned to the Mingjue sect. The disciples of all sects have already knelt on the Qingjue platform. Jiang Yi is waiting for me to bring him the Yanhuo order. Zhao Lincheng supports It won't be until dawn. I don't know if your Meng Sanlang can last until dawn."

Yan Zhaohan looked down, the city was full of ghouls, and the lights of thousands of houses were dimmed.The last ray of lantern light on Mushu Mountain also went out.The people in Zhao Lincheng once thought that they would be blessed forever if they were born under Mushu Mountain.He remembers memorizing "Yanzhong" when he was young, and Bei Tuan's ancestor said: "Believe in the creatures of heaven and earth, and don't allow sorrow to give birth to all things."

His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, he glanced at the tall building where Meng Tou was, and cut another wound on his arm with the sword.

Su Chuo realized what he was going to do, looked at him incredulously, and said, "You..."

The next moment, a black robe fluttered past him, and the wind fluttered.He didn't even have time to step forward to stop him, he just watched Yan Zhaohan close his eyes in the void and knead the tactic, the streamer of light slowly fell from the blade to the tip of the sword, and Feng Ye sword emitted a blinding white light in an instant.