ink blade

"Okay. I will remember you." Yan Luo took a deep look at Bai Hua and turned around.

The black-robed leader seemed to hesitate a little, but he finally took a step forward with his back to the white-clothed boy who loved him so much.

A gust of wind blows.

The leaves began to shake suddenly, like the whining of a strange beast, releasing a trace of hidden sword intent.

——The opportunity is fleeting!In a blink of an eye, the sharp blade slipped out of the black scabbard.

With a flash and a thought, the pitch-black sword body disappeared silently in the vast night.

This natural sword of assassination is as fast as lightning and as illusory as a ghost, tearing apart the dark night filled with silence.

Yan Luo's footsteps stopped suddenly, her pupils constricted, she turned her head and shouted, "Who!?"

What answered him was Jianguang in front of him.

Suddenly, the wind and thunder surged, and the two figures intertwined.The blood covered his eyes, and a few drops of bright red splashed up and landed on the long weeds.

The night fog is like the sea, and the moon is covered by flowing clouds.

"Uh...cough!"

Yan Luo opened her eyes angrily and pressed her knees to the ground.The blade of the sword was deeply buried on his left shoulder, and the blood stained quickly.

And a Hidden Sword slipped out from his right sleeve, struggling to hold the sword that was supposed to stab at his gate of life.

Mo Ren's calm brows and eyes were buried in the darkness, and he stepped on the tree trunk with both feet, using his whole body to hang in the air.

The strength of the sword just now was full of internal strength and external strength, which directly pressed Yan Luo to half kneeling, and undoubtedly severely injured him.

But in the end...he couldn't kill him with one blow.

For an assassin who forbears and lurks, the most sure thing is always the first strike.Pulling the sword out of its sheath but failing to take the enemy's life is almost half of the failure.

"Owner!!"

Bai Hua's horrified screams came from afar, Yan Luo roared in pain, and with great force in his hands, fine sparks shot out from the Hidden Sword and Long Sword, "Damn it! Who are you!?"

Without any hesitation, Mo Ren pulled out the "Mo" with a twist of his wrist, bringing up a stream of blood.

A little under his feet, the person had already retreated a few feet, but he blocked the way Yan Luo was going.With the horizontal sword in front, he said coldly to Yan Luo: "The one who killed you."

"—He Fangxiao is young, An dares to make a mistake!"

The two people from the lord's residence were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat, they all shouted angrily, and flew towards the ink blade with their swords pointed.

Mo Ren had been waiting for these two men to make a move, and now he raised his sword to meet him, his figure seemed to melt into the long night.

Yan Luo gasped for breath, stood up with her shoulders pressed down, and the hood dropped silently.

He pushed away the crying Bai Hua who rushed forward, reaching out his hand to cover the wound on his shoulder, gritted his teeth and said, "Bai Hua! You trash, what's going on!!"

"Master, master, I... Hua'er was careless..."

Bai Hua's eyes were red, and his sinister voice almost came out from between his teeth, "Ink Blade...Master, I'm afraid he overheard our conversation, this person can't be kept."

As he spoke, he took out a small signal arrow from his cuff, and when he was about to release it, he hesitated——

What to do, if the people in the Nine Layers Palace are now searching for traces of themselves and the ink blade, wouldn't releasing the signal arrow reveal their whereabouts?

If you can't kill the ink blade quickly, the enemy and your own people, which side will come faster?

While hesitating, the sword intent in the forest frightened the sky, and the crows rushed to the clouds in a panic.

There were two muffled bangs, and the two bodies fell to the ground.

Mo Ren raised his sword and raised his eyebrows, and walked over the pool of blood.The moonlight above his head lifted the clouds and reappeared, reflecting him like a god of death.

His eyes fell on Bai Hua, and after a while, he said calmly: "...I didn't expect that Mr. Bai Hua's real face is like this. It's been a lot of hard work in my nine-fold palace."

He has always been reticent when facing the enemy, and it was the first time that he opened his mouth to sarcasm with the sword in his hand like this.

"..." Beads of sweat dripped from Bai Hua's forehead, and the hand in his sleeve turned to pinch another thing.

Yan Luo looked at Mo Ren for a while, then suddenly smiled distortedly, pointed at Mo Ren and said, "It's you. I know you, hmph, that Chu Yan's dog...for so many years, I heard that you have been faithfully following me Your master?"

He sneered hoarsely: "However, it seems...for more than a year, your master has not treated you very well."

Mo Ren sneered: "You despicable villain, you're just using some dirty tricks."

Yan Luo raised her chin with disdain in her eyes: "Hmph, if Chu Yan was here, he might still be able to fight me. As for you, you can't beat me."

Mo Ren said lightly: "How do you know that I can't beat you?"

Yan Luo laughed loudly, showing his madness: "A few days ago, on the high platform, didn't we already see the outcome!?"

"Master!" Bai Hua suddenly said loudly, "Don't talk nonsense with him! He's wasting time, hurry up!"

After he shouted, he suddenly raised his hands, several bullets hidden in his sleeves were hit on the ground, and a faint cloud of smoke rose immediately.

The ink blade reacted very quickly, guessing it was poisonous smoke, and immediately held his breath.

Seeing that Bai Hua really fed a pill into Yan Luo's mouth, he turned his head and said to him coldly: "Mo Ren, this smoke is the secret poisonous smoke I taught, even if you hold your breath, it's useless, you've already been poisoned."

He took out the signal arrow and shot it into the sky with a "swish": "I won't kill you today, I advise you to retreat quickly, find a place to adjust your breath and detoxify, and you can still save your life... If you insist on staying here for a long time, you will not be able to die." Within a quarter of an hour, you will bleed to death from your seven orifices."

Mo Ren's eyes sank slightly, and the palm holding the sword suddenly tightened.

... Bai Hua's words were not false, he could feel the poisonous smoke penetrating into his body from his eyes, ears, nose, and every inch of his skin, like maggots attached to his bones.

The meridians had already started to suffocate, and his lungs ached heavily, as if something was eating away at his organs.

"Master, the signal arrow has been sent, please go and meet with our people..."

Bai Hua spoke quickly, but suddenly his voice faltered, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He saw Mo Ren pulled his lips and smiled, with seven points of coldness and three points of disdain.

Mo Ren held the sword and took a step forward.

Another step, another step.

Footsteps stepped on the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

Yan Luo's face changed, and he also shook out the Hidden Sword with his left hand, pointing at the ink blade, "Death, or get out!"

Following Yan Luo's movements, the thick murderous aura became real, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood, ready to explode.

"...what do you think,"

Mo Ren suddenly spoke, his expression was calm, his voice was like clear ice water, which also meant that he no longer held his breath, "Am I very afraid of death?"

Bai Hua's face changed: "You...you lunatic! Let me tell you, as soon as you exercise your skills, the toxin will immediately spread all over your body...you are willing to die in this kind of place, and you won't even see Chu Yan's last face arrive!?"

Ink Blade turned a deaf ear.

The next moment, he jumped up and stabbed Yan Luo straight with his sword!

Having put life and death behind him, he simply circulated his inner breath with all his strength, causing the air around him to vibrate slightly, and the corner of his clothes tore the night wind.

The moonlight slid down on the black long sword, and the sword was full of intent, as if even the moonlight and the night had turned into his sword—a sword that would never break and never return.

Yan Luo let out a low growl from his throat, and greeted him brazenly with his Hidden Sword.

The two swords collided in mid-air, and under the blow, there was a crisp "clang", and several strings of gold stars shot across the sharp edge of the blade.

In the blink of an eye, the faces of the two people were revealed by the sword face, and two pairs of eyes with murderous intent were revealed!

I don't know who retracted the sword first and then drew the sword, who made the false move first and then changed the real move, I can only see the light of the sword flying, the vigor colliding everywhere, dozens of moves are fighting for life and death in an instant.

When the wind picked up, the long grass was bent over and suddenly cut neatly in half.

Vertical and horizontal traces were left on the soil, and the stone jumped and suddenly broke into three or four smaller pieces out of thin air.

The whole desolate forest turned into a web of sword energy intertwined.

Bai Hua was pushed back a few steps by this sword energy, and bumped his back against a tree.He raised his hand to support the tree with a muffled grunt, and suddenly realized that his cuffs had been torn into several pieces.

He couldn't help raising his face eagerly, squinting his eyes to see the middle of the battle: "Master...!"

The sword energy stopped, and the two had separated.

Yan Luo was breathing heavily, and there were several deep wounds on his body, and blood spread under his black robe.

But he squinted his eyes: "It seems that you and I have stopped here."

On the opposite side, Mo Ren also suffered several sword wounds.But different from Yan Luo, at this moment his face was pale and pale, and the tip of his lips had already turned an ominous purple.

He moved his lips, suddenly his whole body trembled, he stood up suddenly and choked out a big mouthful of dirty blood!

"Cough..." As soon as the blood spewed out, Mo Ren's eyes immediately faded away, his legs bent and lost strength, and he fell forward, and fell to his knees on the ground like a puppet off the strings.

The Xuanjian was pierced into the hard soil, and he held on with his pale hands, but it was difficult for him to even straighten his upper body.

The outcome has been decided, life and death are settled, it seems that this is indeed the end.

Yan Luo turned around and grabbed Bai Hua's wrist with a sullen face: "It's really useless, one bad thing after another... Anyway, it's over, come with me."

Bai Hua exclaimed in surprise, "Master!"

Yan Luo snorted coldly: "Back then, Chu Yan had protected him as a guard. If the ink blade died, how could the Nine Layers Palace let it go? It doesn't matter whether you live or die. Go back to Southern Border and prepare for the battle."

As he said that, he pulled Bai Hua forcefully with his hands and walked away, performing lightness kung fu with his feet, and after a few words, he was already dozens of steps away.

Bai Hua panicked: "No, I don't have martial arts, I will drag you down. Master is already injured, so he can't take me..."

Yan Luo: "Shut up, someone has already come over from Evergreen City, you don't have time to hide, it's even more troublesome for me to die here in full view..."

Before he could say a word, Yan Luo suddenly felt the wind in his heart, and a icy sense of crisis hit him!

His expression changed, he pushed Bai Hua away abruptly, and exchanged a sword with the comer dangerously.

Clang! ——

Mo Ren was thrown flying by his sword, hit hard on the tree trunk, spit blood and slid down.

He coughed violently, the blood gushing out of his mouth had turned dark in color, it first stained the skirt of his clothes, and then soaked into the soil under his body.But in his slightly convulsed fingers, he still held the black saber tightly.

"You..." Yan Luo looked at the man who seemed to have his last breath with a livid face, and stood up staggeringly, pointing the sword at himself again.

Obviously already poisoned, this person actually...!

Mo Ren panted and lifted his pale face, the sword light in his dark and slack eyes was still there, "...it's not over yet."

In front of my eyes...is black...

The figures of Yan Luo and Bai Hua could not be seen clearly.

Mo Ren raised his wrist, and he had a sword in his hand.

For some reason, he felt a kind of peace even though he had already stepped on the threshold of hell.

He had an intuition that Chu Yan was very close to him, and his intuition was always accurate, so maybe it was only a few miles away.

And he... will die here.

For he is the sword of the Lord.Therefore, he should always be sharp, cutting through thorns and thorns for the Lord, and destroying all enemies.

He should be indomitable until death, invincible until death, and never regret until death.

The ink blade comes out of the sword.

He knew that this was his last sword.

But in fact... Mo Ren thought quietly, in fact, he really did too many things that didn't look like a sword in his past life.

He plays sword dancing, learns how to make tea, and watches pear blossoms with the Lord; he has served the Lord to dress and eat, and has served the Lord to take a bath and go to bed.

The sword should be cold and hard, but when he was a bodyguard, if he was too cold and hard, he would hurt the master, so he also learned to be gentle, although he might not learn it very well.

His master has a very picky temper and is very difficult to serve. He has to work hard to coax the master well...even sometimes, he can't coax the master well even though he works hard.

But he has tried his best.

This sword pierced through the night with the most relaxed attitude, at the end pointed by the blade, Yan Luo held the sword with angry eyes, his face tense.

Mo Ren faintly realized that this would be the most perfect sword in his two lifetimes combined.

He is confident that he and Yan Luo will die together.

As long as Yan Luo is killed, Bai Hua is nothing to be afraid of, and the leaderless dragons of the Wuxian Sect are no more than mobs, and his palace master will be avenged, and from then on——

...

His thoughts suddenly went blank for a moment.

From now on...how?

What does he want from his lord?

……

Outside the east gate of Evergreen City, several figures walked quickly.

"My lord... My lord! The hidden guards are already behind, please move slowly!"

Qiu Jin was already sweating on her forehead, she finally couldn't hold her mouth open to call out, but the figure in front of her didn't slow down in the slightest.

The maid yelled twice and couldn't do it anymore, so she had to shut up and stop yelling.

A moment ago, when she found out that Bai Hua had been bewitched by the poison and the guard had disappeared, and when Mo Ren had left behind a guiding Nine Clouds Jade Plaque to chase after him alone, she was frightened out of her wits. Don't have an accident.

And my lord, my lord is even more...

They had hurriedly dispatched the dark guards, and sent people to the Shuijing Tower and the Sunrise Sword Sect to send letters asking for reinforcements...

As a result, no one can keep up with Chu Yan who is fully performing Qinggong.Only Qiujin, Yingdian and Yingyu could barely keep up with the Hall Master.

At this moment, the eyes of the few people blurred, and then they suddenly realized that they ran into a deserted forest path in front of them.

The forest was shrouded in mist, and Yingdian knew it was not good at a glance, and shouted anxiously: "Hallmaster, you can't go forward, there is poisonous smoke ahead, let the subordinates go down...Hallmaster!?"

……

When stabbing that sword, Mo Ren's mind went blank.

He seemed to hear Chu Yan calling his name from afar, the name given by the sword.

Excessive blood loss and toxin erosion made his consciousness unclear.

Mo Ren didn't know what he was thinking subconsciously, and the last thought in his memory was "his palace master".

He drew out his sword and bumped into a hard force; the edge of the sword brushed against the edge of the sword, and the reflected moonlight splashed blindingly; blood intersected with blood, and there was a muffled groan from the opposite side.

He heard an all-too-familiar call, hissing in pain.

"—Ah Ren!!!"

Ding……--

The ink blade fell from mid-air without strength. He opened his eyes and let go of the palm that was holding the long sword tightly from the beginning to the end.

In his sometimes clear and sometimes blurred vision, he saw Yan Luo running away, bleeding all the way, and the color of blood merged with the moonlight;

Chu Yan, who rushed over, did not chase the enemy, but stretched out his hand to him, with an almost desperate look on his face.

He also saw the sword.

He stared in a daze... watching the black long sword that was released from his hand cracked inch by inch under the moonlight, and finally shattered into countless pieces crisply.

Each piece seemed to reflect his own bewildered expression.

He is falling, and the wind blows his ears, ruffling his long hair.Mo Ren was a little lost in a trance, as if he didn't understand why it became like this.

The last moment... Yes, it was the last moment when he was about to exchange his life with Yan Luo.

his sword...

Deviated.

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By the way, I have a document for editing texts, the content is the previous version of the ink blade, each time I cut a section and use it for editing, and delete the part that needs to be discarded.Today I finally cut the last paragraph away, looking at a blank word document feels very comfortable www

感谢在2020-10-1523:59:36~2020-10-1622:26:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 blind fish;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Ruili Luying 6; Gongyangzi 2;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of emm; 10 bottles of Lisa in the rain, 6 open wars; 1 bottles of Gongyangzi; [-] bottle of Xiaoxiao loves to eat fish;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!