villain is a good guy

"Honor Chengying really did that?" The dark fog wrapped around Luo Yu's wrist, and the "Guide" said in shock, "Isn't he afraid that his thousand years of cultivation will be destroyed in one day?"

"If he was afraid, would Yan Rongyi still be alive?" Luo Yu was extremely depressed.

The No. [-] sword cultivator in the world who can ascend at any time actually abandons his primordial spirit for the sake of his apprentice who has become a waste. Who will believe it?

But this incredible thing happened.

"Why can't I attack him directly?" Luo Yu's expression changed several times, and finally he asked the black mist unwillingly, "Since the law of heaven does not allow his existence, can't we just kill him?"

Hei Wu was silent for a long time before saying, "The heavenly secret must not be revealed."

Luo Yu was tired of hearing Hei Wu's clichés, and paced back and forth in the room angrily: "I see, it's not that the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed, it's the way of heaven that can't do anything to Venerable Chengying!"

As soon as the words were finished, a wrist-thick bolt of lightning struck out of the window in an instant, splitting the stone table in the courtyard into two pieces.

Luo Yu's complexion changed slightly.

"I advise you to be cautious." The black mist floated to the window, "looking" at the black pit on the ground, with lingering fear in his heart, "If you talk about the way of heaven, you will be wiped out in ashes."

Luo Yu said "OK" three times in a row, and spread her right hand again: "Then I want to write, Yan Rongyi was killed by Gui Xia in the Nether Secret Territory!"

After Luo Yu finished speaking, she was silent for a while. Seeing that the red writing did not appear on the book as she wished, she suddenly raised her head, with deep hatred in her eyes: "Is it okay for others to kill him?!"

Hei Wu answered his question instead of Tiandao: "No. Since you got this book, I told you that no one can kill Yan Rongyi and Ling Jiushen."

Luo Yu didn't ask why.

A long time ago, he asked, and the answer he got was no different from the broken stone table outside the window.

"Since no one can kill them..." Luo Yu narrowed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the evilness in her eyes slowly settled, "Then let Yan Rongyi be trapped in the Nether Secret Realm."

This time, blood-red handwriting appeared on the page.

——Yan Rongyi stumbled and fell into the fourth heaven of the Nether Secret Realm, deeply trapped in the Nether Fire, unable to escape.

"You go and follow him." The writing on the book did not reassure Luo Yu, he said to Hei Wu, "Watch with your own eyes that he is burnt by the fire of the netherworld and burnt to ashes, come back again!"

Hei Wu squirmed a few times reluctantly: "The fire of the nether world is really powerful, and I can't hold on for long... That's all, because you and I have known each other for so many years, I will help you this time! "

"... But it's okay, I helped you, and you have to help me."

Luo Yu waved impatiently: "You can choose the new disciples who come up to the mountain."

There was a voice of swallowing saliva in the black mist: "It's been a long time since I ate fresh human flesh. When I come back from the Nether Secret Realm, I must eat enough at once!"

"Let's restrain ourselves a little bit." Luo Yu frowned, closed the half-open window, and said in a low voice, "This group of disciples has excellent qualifications, and the elders are very fond of them."

"I have a count, and I won't eat them all."

"As long as you know."

Luo Yu watched the black mist go away, and held the Furong sword in her hand again.

Hibiscus is like a willow and eyebrows.

Back then, Venerable Chengying forged two swords, one named Furong and the other named Rumei.

Luo Yu always thought that these two swords were for herself and Yan Rongyi.

After all, Venerable Chengying only has two apprentices.

At that time, his ambition was not as big as it is now, and Venerable Cheng Ying did not have partiality so much that it drove him crazy.

Luo Yu felt that even if he couldn't become Ling Jiushen's favorite apprentice, he was different from ordinary disciples in Ling Jiushen's heart.

As it turned out, he was wrong, and very wrong.

Luo Yu remembered that it was a snowy midnight, Yan Rongyi carried the bloody Bai Liu back to Fushan, followed by the distraught Bai Shuang.

A lamp is like a bean, and the wind howls.

Venerable Chengying retreated in seclusion, but no one was seen.

Luo Yu put on her clothes and walked in front of the window, listening to Yan Rongyi comforting Bai Shuang: "Wait a minute, I'll go and ask Master. Master will definitely, definitely save your sister."

Bai Shuang's sobs were hidden deep in her throat, like a helpless little beast, helpless and confused: "Brother Yan... Will my sister die? It's all my fault, she did it for me... "

"Bai Shuang, it's none of your business." Yan Rongyi interrupted Bai Shuang's self-blame, "I am the senior brother of the Fushan School, and I am also responsible for the injury of Junior Sister Bai Liu. Wait a minute, I Now take Bai Liu to see Master."

"Senior Brother Yan, if Bai Liu is lucky enough to be rescued today." There was a dull sound, the boy knelt on the ground and his knees hit the bluestone slab under the snow, "My Bai family..."

"Shut up!" Yan Rongyi picked up Bai Liu with a headache, and walked towards Venerable Chengying's retreat cave without looking back, "I just pretended I didn't hear what I said just now. If you say it again, the love between our brothers and sisters will be broken." From today onwards!"

Bai Shuang knelt on the spot with red eyes, and waited for Yan Rongyi and her younger sister to disappear in the wind and snow before she kowtowed three times.

Luo Yu, who was hiding in the house, looked at the scene in front of her in surprise, and hesitated whether to go out to comfort Bai Shuang.

Bai Shuang is the direct disciple of Elder Tianquan, the most favored young master of the Bai family of the immortal cultivating family, and has a very good relationship with Wangshui, the nephew of Elder Tianxuan.

Analyzing it, it is necessary to get close.

Luo Yu thought for a while, and finally made up her mind to open the door, but there were only two deep pits that were about to be covered by wind and snow in the white snow.

That was the mark left by Bai Shuang kneeling on the ground.

He yawned boredly, looking at the raging wind and snow, he didn't think Yan Rongyi could see Venerable Chengying.

Even if I saw it, so what?

Ling Jiushen is the number one swordsman in the world, and also the number one ruthless monk.

How many people secretly speculate that he has cultivated the path of ruthlessness and is indifferent to everything in the world.

What's more, is it worth Ling Jiushen's trouble to save a female sword cultivator with poor bones?

Luo Yu shook her head and returned to the bedroom, lying on the couch, thinking about what she would say to comfort Bai Shuang who lost her sister tomorrow morning, and soon fell asleep.

On the other side, Yan Rongyi, who was carrying the dying white willow on his back, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and murmured with a wry smile: "Master, you have hurt my disciple."

In front of the cave where Venerable Chengying retreated, there were ninety-nine and 81 sword arrays.

Yan Rongyi broke through forty ways, and there are still 41 ways.

"Senior Brother Yan..." Bai Liu on his back woke up, two lines of blood and tears rolled out of his eyes, "You let me down, Master is in retreat, he won't save me."

"Who do you think Master is?" Yan Rongyi retorted out of breath, "He won't leave him alone."

Bai Liu wept silently.

Yan Rongyi had no intention of comforting the female cultivator. He raised his arm, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, and stared at the ever-changing sword array with a serious expression. In a few breaths, he had already avoided dozens of sharp sword lights.

It's a pity that Yan Rongyi has a person on his back, so it's inconvenient to move. When breaking through the sword formation, he dodged the dense wind in front of him, but he didn't have time to dodge the sharp sword light stabbing behind him.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Rongyi gritted her teeth and turned around.

"Brother Yan!"

--puff!

The muffled sound of the sharp sword piercing into the flesh mixed with Bai Liu's exclamation, and finally fell silent with the fluttering snowflakes.

Yan Rongyi knelt on the ground on one knee, supported the ground with her sword, and barely knelt firmly.

"Senior Brother Yan, please let me down..." Bai Liu cried uncontrollably.

He smiled softly: "Silly girl, your senior brother Yan is amazing. Are you crying because you don't believe me?"

"You clearly...you clearly..."

Yan Rongyi forced herself to raise the corners of her lips, and wanted to say something more, but the wound was involved, her eyes darkened in pain, she covered her mouth, and blood spurted out from between her fingers along with a severe cough.

Bai Liu looked at the red plum blossoms blooming on the snowy ground, and couldn't bear it any longer, crying while struggling to get off Yan Rongyi's back.

Yan Rongyi was seriously injured, but when Bai Liu made a fuss, she spat out another mouthful of blood: "Little aunt, please calm down. If you don't recover, Bai Shuang can chase me all over the mountain."

Bai Liu didn't dare to move immediately, and said sobbingly: "Brother Yan, Senior Brother Yan... I know you are doing it for my own good, but I... But I am seriously injured so far, there is no way I can save it, don't hurt my foundation for me. , in the future... how will I practice in the future?"

A long speech, comparable to Venerable Chengying.

Yan Rongyi felt a toothache.

But I felt that the little girl was much more reliable than Bai Shuang, so I couldn't help joking: "No wonder your brother loves you. If you fancy a disciple in the future, tell your senior brother, and your senior brother will help you find a matchmaker."

Bai Liu choked, with tears hanging on his cheeks, hiccupped hilariously, then stared at the back of Yan Rongyi's head in embarrassment, if he wasn't still vomiting blood, he probably would have slapped him.

After Yan Rongyi finished teasing, seeing Bai Liu stopped crying, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to being beaten by Bai Liu, he was more afraid of Bai Liu crying.

If the little girl cries too much, she won't look good.

Yan Rongyi adjusted her breath and stood up again from the snow.

Dao sword formation is a watershed, each subsequent sword formation is more dangerous than the previous one.

There were more and more injuries on Yan Rongyi's body, and every step she took was walking in a pool of blood.

At first Bai Liu would beg him to let him go, but then he gradually became numb.

She no longer felt that she and Yan Rongyi would be able to see Venerable Chengying alive.

When Yan Rongyi broke through the No.70 sword array, he consumed all the aura in his dantian.

The robe on his body really turned blood red, and the hand holding the sword convulsed uncontrollably, but the wind and snow still had no end.

"Bai Liu, let's take a rest." Yan Rongyi pretended to be relaxed and put the girl in the snow, sat on the ground, endured the pain, and activated the inner strength of the Fushan School.

While he was meditating, he used his mind to laugh at himself. If Bai Shuang saw him now, he might raise his sword and attack him, calling him a disciple.

Because the robe on his body has been cut into pieces by the sword energy.

After a stick of incense passed, Yan Rongyi stood up again. He carried Bai Liu on his back, tore off a long strip of cloth from under his robe, and said lightly, "I'm offended."

Then he tied Bai Liu to his back.

Bai Liu couldn't speak anymore, the blood mixed with hot tears flowed into Yan Rongyi's neck.

He straightened his back slowly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Bai Liu, Senior Brother Yan will take you to see Master."

The author has something to say: Well, it's quite slow...

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