villain is a good guy

After the No.80 sword formation, there was not a single intact part of Yan Rongyi's body.

He knelt on the ground with Bai Liu on his back, holding the girl's cold wrist with his bloody hand, feeling the weak pulse, as if seeing a spark in the wilderness.

Not much more.

Yan Rong thought.

It's almost time to see Master.

But after the No.80 sword formation was formed, a translucent shadow of Venerable Chengying appeared in the center of the formation. It was the sword spirit formed in the sword formation, born from the sword intent of the creator of the sword formation.

It was not like Venerable Chengying, but to the seriously injured Yan Rongyi, it was more terrifying than Venerable Chengying himself.

However, Yan Rongyi had no way out.

He carried Bai Liu on his back, and tightened the blood-soaked cloth strips: "Don't be afraid, we can meet Master after passing through this sword array."

Bai Liu responded to him with tears.

Yan Rongyi raised his bleeding right hand tremblingly, clamped the long sword in the crook of his arm, and wiped off the scarlet blood: "Master..."

A wry smile spread from the corner of his mouth: "If this disciple can't make it through today, it's considered..."

The rest of the words dissipated in a sigh, Yan Rongyi rushed towards the expressionless Sword Spirit with Bai Liu on his back.

His figure was already stagnant, and his sword moves were already stiff, but his fierce sword intent remained the same as before.

Two air waves collided fiercely in the wind and snow, and the scarlet figure flew backwards for a hundred meters in an instant. The snow wave flew, and Yan Rongyi barely stopped with his sword, while the sword spirit remained motionless, returning gracefully to the sword. sheath.

"It's so difficult..." He wiped off the snow on his forehead and muttered to himself.

Yan Rongyi's master, Ling Jiushen, the Venerable Chengying, is the number one sword cultivator in the world. A sword spirit born from his sword intent almost tore Yan Rongyi to pieces just by drawing the sword.

"It's a pity." Knowing that he had no chance of winning, he lowered his head and smiled softly, "I don't need to defeat you."

What Yan Rongyi had to do was to break the formation.

He untied the cloth strips, carefully placed Bai Liu on the snow, and then took out a tattered storage bag from the armhole.

"It's over, Wangshui will definitely be angry when he sees me ruining the storage bag he gave you like this." Yan Rongyi said regretfully, but her hands were not careful at all, she just held the storage bag in a random manner Shaking all at once.

Colorful jade bottles and magical artifacts fell out of the storage bag, and many of them were placed outside, which could cause a bloodbath.

But he didn't care, he pushed aside the elixir with disgust, picked and picked among the instruments, and finally picked up the most ugly piece of cloth, patting his heart and sighing: "It's okay, it's okay, I knew I didn't lose it."

After Yan Rongyi finished feeling, she silently recited the formula, raised her hand and threw the piece of cloth at Bai Liu.

The piece of cloth soared into the air and turned into a translucent gauze, enveloping the dying white willow.

"This is the armor that my master gave me, even his Yingying Sword can't pierce it directly." Yan Rongyi caressed the soft armor slowly floating in the wind, "With it, even if I can't break it, You can hold on to the last formation until the master shows up."

Bai Liu whimpered and shook her head, she had bled so much that she had lost the strength to speak, she was picking at the broken snow with her fingertips, and looked at Yan Rongyi desperately.

She wanted Yan Rongyi to leave.

She hated Yan Rongyi for not listening to persuasion, insisting on trying her best to save her life.

"Don't be afraid." Yan Rongyi squatted beside Bai Liu, pretending not to see the tearful resentment in Bai Liu's eyes, stuffed her hand into the snowdrift, rubbed it casually, and waited until all the blood on her fingertips was wiped away, then she The broken hair on the cheek brushed away, "Isn't it just a sword array? Even if your brother Yan can't break it, he won't let you die."

But he was also at the end of his strength, and after squatting for a while, a pool of red blood gathered under his feet.

Bai Liu couldn't bear to look any more, closed her eyes and turned her head to the other side, the tears that gushed earlier had already condensed into bits and pieces of ice.

"Senior brother is gone." Yan Rongyi patted Bai Liu's head amusedly, remembering that when this little girl first went up Fushan, she dragged Bai Shuang's sleeve and walked step by step to the Tai Chi Dojo.

He also said to Wang Shui at that time: "Why is Bai Shuang willing?"

How could she be willing to send Jiao Didi's younger sister to Fushan.

"I guarantee that within three days, she will be crying and going down the mountain." Yan Rongyi said solemnly.

But three days later, Bai Liu stayed in the Fushan School, staying for many years.

And he also became the person on Fushan who was most afraid of Bai Liu crying.

Because as soon as Bai Liu cried, Bai Shuang would chase him with a sword for three days and three nights.

Later, Yan Rongyi simply walked around Bai Liu, as if he couldn't provoke her, could he still hide?

But now he can't hide.

Yan Rongyi held the sword again and walked towards the expressionless sword spirit.

Behind him is the most delicate junior sister among the disciples of the Fushan School, and he has nowhere to retreat.

Yan Rongyi closed her eyes, and silently recited the Heart Sutra of the Fushan School, while the aura circulated crazily in her dantian.

The wind and snow centered on him, and clusters burst one after another, like snow-white lotus flowers, stretching to the end of the snow in an instant.

The wind stopped for a moment.

Yan Rongyi suddenly opened his eyes, the snow lotus burst open, and his figure shot at the sword spirit along with the snow.

Yes.

Yan Rongyi never intended to defeat Sword Spirit.

All he had to do was to explode his own dantian at the cost of his own cultivation, directly shattering the No. 80 sword formation completely.

If you can't crack the sword array, destroy it.

This was Yan Rong's idea, not a method.

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