Vendetta

"Look, why bother?" Zhang Tingsheng raised his sword and shook his head, "If you had knelt down and begged me earlier, you wouldn't have suffered so much."

Fu Ling half-kneeled on the rocky cliff, supported by the Dragon Tooth Knife. Behind him was a hundred-foot-high cliff. He spit out a mouthful of blood, looked up at Zhang Tingsheng coldly, and sneered, "Please? Don't even think about it!"

"This face looks good even with blood on it, but it's a pity that it's not a woman." Zhang Tingsheng sighed pretending to regret, holding a sword in his hand, and approached slowly step by step, "It's okay, I'll send your family to reunite now."

That's it, wait a minute.

Fu Ling said silently in her heart, one more step, as long as Zhang Tingsheng approached, he would use all his strength to drag the beast down, and the abyss would perish together!

Just as the sword was about to strike, suddenly a person stood in front of Fu Ling. The sword was so fast that it pierced through the person's chest, and blood spurted out.

"Brother!"

Fu Ling caught Wu Zian, exhausted all her strength, performed lightness kung fu, led him up and down several times, and finally almost fell on a stone platform.

Zhang Tingsheng didn't expect Wu Zian's sudden appearance, and he was stunned for a moment just now, but he hasn't found him yet.

Fu Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, and had no time to adjust her breath, so she looked at Wu Zian's condition in a panic. The blood stained Wu Zian's chest, and he was lying on the ground, panting with difficulty.

Fu Ling choked with sobs, and with trembling hands, she wiped the blood from Wu Zian's face. The sword pierced so deeply that the blood couldn't be stopped at all.

"Senior brother...Senior brother, what are you doing? Why are you blocking the sword for me..."

"Don't cry!" Wu Zian sternly reprimanded, speaking too urgently, he couldn't help coughing, but still holding his breath, he said, "Shame on you, take back your tears...cough cough!"

Fu Ling helped Wu Zi'an up, giving Wu Zi'an comfort, he tried his best to restrain himself, not to let his voice tremble: "I won't cry, I won't cry..."

"Ahem..." After a heart-piercing cough, Wu Zian coughed up another mouthful of blood, and his speech became much smoother. He looked at Fuling fixedly, and said softly, "Fuling, I hate you."

Fu Ling held back her tears and nodded, "I know."

"You don't know," Wu Zian shook his head, and said, "Originally our family was fine, my mother left, my father left, and later...even you have to leave!"

Speaking of this, he became excited and grabbed Fu Ling's skirt, "I tell you, Fu Ling, don't even think about it! Cough...don't want to walk ahead of me, don't want to leave me alone!"

Fu Ling was afraid that he would affect the wound, so she let him pull it, and carefully supported him, with tears in her eyes, he said: "Senior brother, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm sorry..."

"I'm not sorry, Dad is right, I can't blame you..." Wu Zian Xu lost his strength, his voice slowed down, "I said that to you when I was young, and I have been brooding about it for so many years. ,I……"

With Wu Zian's temperament, he would never say the words of admitting his mistakes. He probably knew that his life was coming to an end, and the thoughts that he had kept in his heart for many years, at this last moment, the valve was opened, and finally the embankment was broken.

Fu Ling couldn't bear it anymore, tears welled up, he nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "I know, I understand, I never blamed senior brother."

"Don't cry." Wu Zian's hands trembled, and after a lot of effort, he took out something from his arms, a blood-stained pendant, revealing a little green light.

It is an emerald emerald of excellent color.

Fu Ling was startled and said, "This is Master's tassel..."

"It took me a lot of effort...ahem, to get it back..." Wu Zian put the jadeite pendant in Fuling's hand, "Keep it well, do you hear me?"

Fu Ling cried out in grief: "I heard you, brother, hold on a little longer, I will find a way to take you down the mountain..."

Wu Zian turned his head and leaned against the stone wall behind him, his voice became weaker and weaker: "I haven't talked to you in this life... I haven't said anything good to you, let's talk in the next life..."

Wu Zian's head drooped, and his voice was completely silent.

Fu Ling held the scabbard and hung it on the handle of her own knife. A green bead was spit out from the dragon head made of black jade. Fu Ling carefully put Wu Zian down and let him lie quietly on the stone. There was a sound behind him. , Zhang Tingsheng has arrived.

Originally, Fu Ling had the belief that he must die, but now he can't die. The senior brother blocked the sword for him, not letting him die.

"My master, senior wife, and senior brother are all very good people." Fu Ling stood up, her eyes were full of blood, "My parents and sister have never harmed anyone, why...why are people like you still alive and well?" ?”

Blood seeped into the Dragon Tooth Knife, the blade was pitch black, the blade trembled slightly, and the sound of the wind seemed to carry a deep dragon's chant.

The sky had to be high, the earth had to be wide, the sun and the moon had to move, and everything had to prosper!

"People like you don't go to hell, it's too much for heaven!"

The Dragon Tooth Saber came towards the wind with endless hatred. The heavy blade turned into a wandering dragon at this moment, breaking free from the shackles.

But at this time, Fu Ling no longer resisted his internal strength, and the blade turned and split again.

At this moment, Fu Ling really felt that the Longya Knife in his hand was completely integrated into his flesh and blood, connected with his heart.

Looking at things with me, the old things are all in my color, people and swords become one, and the swordsman who draws the sword is a blade.

Fu Zhaozhao was born in the dark, and You Lun was born in the invisible. Humans are knives, and knives are separated from dead things. They are no longer just utensils made of copper and iron.

No sound, no shadow, no blade.

In an instant, Fu Ling felt his body suddenly opened up, and his whole body was shaken, as if his bones were washed away, and he couldn't even feel the pain on his body. He held the Longya knife in his hand, and his figure appeared like a ghost. Agile, the long-lost "Twelve Golden Swords" finally reappeared today!

A cold light flashed, and the Dragon Tooth Saber cut off Zhang Tingsheng's left arm. Zhang Tingsheng covered his remaining arm, stepped back in disbelief, and his face was full of horror: "Impossible, you are only eighteen this year...you can't defeat me!"

"Nothing is impossible, some people are born extraordinary," Fu Ling approached him step by step with a knife in hand, "What you can't do, you can't do in your lifetime."

Fuling swung the knife to strike, and blood spurted out. Zhang Tingsheng stared at him. When Fuling pulled out the knife, he lost his support and fell backwards. The blood flowed all over the stone, but the Longya knife was still clean.

The sun is slanting to the west, and the sky is full of rays of light, shining on the Danxue Peak, coating the stone wall with a layer of golden light, as if it wants to sweep away all the darkness in the world, just like the bloody nightmare ten years ago, just like the more than 3000 hard-to-reach Days and nights of peaceful sleep, hatred and forbearance, ended today in the same fiery glow.

Fu Ling raised her head against the sun's rays, tears fell silently, he clenched the longevity lock around his neck, closed his eyes, and felt the light shining on his face, melting into the blood and tears.

It's been ten years.

He could finally give them an explanation.

Fu Ling took a deep breath, kicked Zhang Tingsheng's body off the stone peak with her leg, and it fell to pieces. Then she jumped down from the top of the stone peak, pointed at Zhang Tingsheng's body with a knife, and said loudly: "Everything is up! Hei, this is the evidence that he secretly practiced evil skills and colluded with the Tongtian Sect!"

There was an uproar under Danxue Peak.

"Even if Zhang Tingsheng deserves to die, why did you kill the other three of the Liuyun Four Sages?"

The person who spoke was Huai Hanbin, the head of the Huaishan Sect, and he led the disciples of the Huaishan Sect to stand under the Danxue Peak, pointing his sword at Fu Ling, "In any case, you are a remnant of the Hongyang Sect, today I will replace you." Yuan Guang revenge!"

Fu Ling said: "I killed the four sages of Liuyun, because they deserve to die! Ten years ago they killed my dearest relative!"

"You are talking nonsense! You are clearly a murderer, don't try to argue!" In addition to the disciples of the Huaishan School, there are also disciples of the Tongnan School, Liao Haichang said: "My father has no grievances or enmities with you, why did you kill him? "

Fu Ling frowned: "I never killed your father."

Han Bin sneered, and said, "What else is there to talk about with him? While he is injured today, I'll finish him off and save the world from serious trouble!"

"There are so many of you, I can't say enough about you," Fuling said sternly, "But the world can learn from it. I, Fuling, swear that I have never done anything harmful. I have a clear conscience. If there is even half a lie, I will surely die. !"

Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian said in unison: "We can testify!"

"You are like raccoon dogs!" Han Bin said coldly, "Besides, a person like you would have to die in the first place!"

Liao Haichang shouted: "What are you waiting for? Kill him!"

Thousands of people gathered around with sharp swords in their hands. Many people here, not to mention they didn't know Fu Ling, had never even seen her before, but their eyes showed disgust and hatred, and rushed forward to want Fu Ling's life.

Just now he had a battle with Zhang Tingsheng, although Fu Ling had broken through the last level of "Twelve Layers of Golden Swordsmanship", he was exhausted after all and still had injuries on his body.

The setting sun above the head was still red and purple, Fu Ling was holding the dragon tooth knife, and behind her was the abyss.

He suddenly chuckled and shook his head. He originally thought that he could go back today, but now it seems that it is impossible.

To let him be killed by these people, he would rather jump off the cliff, fall to pieces, and die in the wilderness, than die under the sword of others, and his body be trampled and spurned.

Seeing this, Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian drew out their coiled whips and square-hole knives, and eagerly rushed over.

"Don't come here!" Fu Ling shouted, "Remember what you promised me!"

The two of them paused, only to see Fu Ling put away the knife, turned around and walked towards the edge of the cliff, the mountain wind blew his clothes, the silver yellow spring flowers were fiery red, his face was calm and breezy, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood. It made his skin fairer.

"I thought I could go back to see him, that's all..."

Fu Ling raised her head to look at the sky, then suddenly she bent her eyes and smiled, the reluctance between her brows was completely melted in the mountain wind.

"Poria!"

When Yan Zhu arrived, the man in black and blood had already fallen into the abyss of the cliff.

Only this mournful cry was left, heartbroken to the bone, desolate to the liver and spleen, scattered in the mountain wind.

The author has something to say: Fu Zhaozhao was born in the dark, and Youlun was born in the invisible.

Observe things with me, all old things are in my color.

The sky had to be high, the earth had to be wide, the sun and the moon had to move, and everything had to prosper. —— "Zhuangzi"