Chapter 25 The Death of the Young Master (II)

"What about you? Are you qualified?" Lin Junxuan turned around and looked coldly at the man in the gray robe in the air: "If you really love your wife, you should seek revenge from Mr. Jian's father, instead of using this despicable way to revenge his son! If you really love your daughter, you should not let her take the sword to Mr. Jian. You are such a cowardly man."

Lin Junxuan's words pierced into the most vulnerable part of the man in the gray robe like a needle. The man in the gray robe changed drastically, and he stretched out his hand from the bottom of his sleeve, pointed at Lin Junxuan, and said angrily: "You!"

"Hahaha!~" The man in the gray robe laughed angrily: "Okay, okay! What a sharp-tongued boy! I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore. - Yuluo, go away! Today my dad will kill him with his own hands, send his head to your mother's grave, and apologize!" After saying that, his broad right sleeve shook, and a long-sized sword with silver light flowing appeared in the air.

"Sing!——"

Amid the saring sword chanting, a dragon-like sword energy in the man in the gray robe blew up from his hand, and slashed in the air, slashing downwards towards Master Jian. This sword rolled all the woman named Yu Luo, Master Jian, and Lin Junxuan into the sword force.

"Yuluo, if you want to kill me, I will not resist. But if it were your father, I would never surrender!" Mr. Jian shook his head and looked at Yuluo. The "Slaying Immortal Sword" in his hand shook. He heard the "buzzing" of the sword sheath, and a waterfall-like sword energy suddenly rose from the scabbard and slashed towards the sword energy in the air.

"boom!"

Amid the huge explosion, two sword energy collided with each other, and the blazing sword energy splashed in all directions, and wisps of snow instantly exploded into snow mist. The dark top of the mountain suddenly turned into a piece of day, just like a sun exploding above the head.

"call!"

The turbulent wind caused by the chaotic airflow rolled downward from the sky. Lin Junxuan and Yuluo, and the snow fox groaned one after another and were thrown out by the strong wind. "Bang bang bang bang", Lin Junxuan hit several protruding rocks in succession, rolling down from the top of the mountain for dozens of feet before being stopped by a protruding tree trunk.

"What a strong sword energy!" As soon as the body stopped, Lin Junxuan immediately pinched the trick with his right hand, and immediately the Taoist talisman transformed by the "Step at Tianya" in his body emitted a faint green light, and the injuries on his body were much lighter. Lin Junxuan now knows that the Taoist Technique of "Step at Tianya" does not have much attack ability, but it has the ability to absorb part of the injury. This is also the reason why Song Yu insisted on it and let him learn the first Taoist Technique was "Step at Tianya".

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a bright light in the air. Lin Junxuan raised his head and heard two sword energy in the void that looked like the sun were born and destroyed. Every time they attacked together, it reflected the heaven and earth like daytime, and the light in his eyes was covered with all the scenery.

"boom!"

An unparalleled sword energy fell from the sky and shot onto the top of the mountain. Gravel splashed everywhere, and a stone as big as a millstone flew high and flew over not far from Lin Junxuan.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The aftermath of sword energy fell from the air like thunder and bombarded the mountain top. The originally protruding mountain top was razed to the ground in a few breaths.

"Ah woo!" The low sound of the snow fox came from his feet. The two bright sword lights in the sky were reflected in the agile pupils, which looked like the sun and the big stones falling on the top of the mountain. Deep in its pupils, Lin Junxuan saw a look of fear.

"Let's go!" Lin Junxuan picked up the snow fox suddenly, stuffed it into his arms, and then ran away quickly. The sword energy behind him was like rain, and bursts of shouts came from time to time.

"Ah!——" Lin Junxuan had just run out more than ten feet when he suddenly heard a painful hum from the sky, and his heart suddenly jumped: "It's the big brother!"

Lin Junxuan stopped and glanced back. At this moment, time seemed to stop. All the sounds disappeared from his ears. Lin Junxuan saw the thin figure of Master Jian, dragging a long blood spring, falling from the blazing sea of ​​swords in the sky, and falling to the top of the mountain...

One zhang, two zhang, three zhang... Time was separated into countless parts. Lin Junxuan opened his eyes and watched Mr. Jian slowly fall to the top of the mountain. His heart seemed to stop beating at this moment, and a feeling of cold hands and feet surged into his heart...

"boom!--"

Amid the huge explosion, Mr. Jian's body fell straight to the ground like a cannonball. Wherever it fell, the ground cracked and gravel splashed...

"No!--"

Lin Junxuan shouted, turned around suddenly, and ran towards the place where Master Jian fell. The whole world suddenly became silent. At this moment, a violent roar came from the air: "Go to die!"

In the violent cold wind, Lin Junxuan saw the man in gray robe holding a sword in his hands and slashing out with one sword. Suddenly, a sword energy that stretched thousands of feet across the sky was rolling up the snowflakes and leaking down from the air. The sword was as bright as the sun, covering the entire mountain peak.

Lin Junxuan turned his head and looked at the sky quietly. The violent sword energy was getting bigger and bigger in his dark pupils, getting closer and closer. The bright light filled his eyes like a tide. The silence around him was as dead as he died. Lin Junxuan only heard the "bang-bang" and the slower and slower heartbeat. At the moment when his heart almost stopped beating, an indescribable strong anger suddenly swept across Lin Junxuan's entire sea of ​​consciousness like a tide. At this moment, Lin Junxuan felt the existence of a sword!

"No!--"

Amid the roar of the sky, Lin Junxuan rushed out like a rabbit, and suddenly grabbed the "Zhuxian Sword" not far away. "Buzz!" The Zhuxian Sword suddenly shook, and the entire sword body emitted a long and pleasant roar, as if it was touching the master. In the roar of the sky, a powerful force filled Lin Junxuan's whole body. At this moment, Lin Junxuan felt that he seemed to have become this sword.

"Clang!"

Amid the sarcasm of the sword, the Zhuxian Sword suddenly unsheathed. Not far away, the sword master suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at the Zhuxian Sword in Lin Junxuan's hand.

"Go to die!" Lin Junxuan slashed out with a sword in the roar of the sky. He heard a dragon roar. A sword energy that was two fingers wider than the sunlight burst out straight from the Zhuxian Sword. Wherever the sword light reached, the powerful sword energy emitted by the gray-robed man was destroyed and destroyed...

"ah!--"

A scream suddenly came from the depths of the sword energy. When the sword energy in the sky dissipated, a gray shadow escaped from the distance. Where he was originally standing, a broken arm dragged a blood arrow and fell from the air.

On the top of the mountain, Lin Junxuan's long black hair danced in the chaos of airflow. He held the dazzling "Zhuxian Sword" with one hand, and blood was red in his eyes.

"Jun Xuan!" A slight mosquito-like voice came from the ground. Lin Junxuan glanced at the direction where the man in the gray robe escaped, withdrew his gaze, and ran to Mr. Jian.

"Brother," Lin Junxuan picked up Mr. Jian's body and murmured. His body was extremely cold, his arms were almost stiff, his face was pale, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker. His eyes flew over the blood on Mr. Jian's lips. Lin Junxuan was stunned. The blood was black. Looking at the wounds on Mr. Jian's body, the sword marks seemed terrifying, but they were not fatal.

The only seemingly fatal injuries are only two, one in the abdomen, but that is where the sword energy penetrates, and at most it is a serious injury. There is also a chest, the skin of the wound is rolled up, and the blood flowing out of the wound is all black.

"Om!" Lin Junxuan suddenly became 'Om'. Even if he had not practiced Taoism for a while, even if he didn't know much about the world's cultivation world, seeing all this, Lin Junxuan also understood that Mr. Jian was poisoned. This was because of the poisoning that led to his defeat!

Looking at the wound that opened his chest of Mr. Jian, Lin Junxuan suddenly flashed through his mind: a three-foot long sword slowly penetrated Mr. Jian's chest...

A slight sound of footsteps came from the left. Lin Junxuan turned his head to look at it. The green gauze woman looked sad and sad. She was walking here. The tip of the three-foot long sword in her hand, the blood stain that should have been bright red, had turned black: "Chunfeng, I..."

"Get out, get out—get out!" Before she could finish her sentence, Lin Junxuan roared three times, with bright echoes all over her. Lin Junxuan hated the father and daughter in his heart. The Sword Master undoubtedly died of the poison applied to the woman's sword. Lin Junxuan didn't know why the poison applied to the woman's sword was not blue, and why it took so long to attack. He had already thought of these flawlessly, and there was only one thought left in his mind, allowing the woman to leave far away.

"Chunfeng, I really didn't expect this to be the case!" The woman's tears fell like rain, her face full of sadness.

"Jun Xuan,... let... let her... go!" Mr. Jian looked at him before he could finish his eyes, his eyes dissipated, as if he could see nothing.

Hearing the voice of Mr. Jian, the woman covered her face and cried. She suddenly spread the long sword in her hand with her palm, rose from the cliff, and disappeared into the vast wind...

Lin Junxuan did not pay attention to the woman's departure. Looking at Mr. Jian who was getting weaker and weaker in his arms, an unstoppable sadness surged into his heart. Eight years ago, the scene of meeting Mr. Jian in Lin'an City came to his mind again, and scenes passed by one after another. Lin Junxuan never thought that the three promises were eight years apart, and when they were separated, they were actually holding Mr. Jian's body.

"Ahhh!" At the feet, the snow fox suddenly jumped up and drilled into Lin Junxuan's arms. After a while, he was muttering a thousand-year-old black lotus petal in his mouth, and raised his head to look at Lin Junxuan. Seeing the black petal, Lin Junxuan's heart moved, took the lotus petal from the snow fox's mouth and stuffed it into the mouth of Mr. Jian.

"This is... a thousand years... black lotus's... lotus petals?" Mr. Jian shook his head weakly and murmured: "It's useless, it can't help... my poison."

Seeing that Mr. Jian’s appearance did not change at all, but his breath became weaker and weaker, Lin Junxuan finally couldn’t help crying: “Brother, you can’t die! You can’t die!”

Lin Junxuan hugged Mr. Jian's body tightly, and a pale smile appeared on Mr. Jian's face.

"Jun Xuan, thank you... I'm very happy to hear... you call me... my elder brother, actually... I have always... treated you as my younger brother."

"The four swords of Zhuxian cannot fall into the hands of the bad guys... After I die..., take all these four swords away! And..."

"Remember what I taught you... those three mantra handprints, I lied to you... That is actually not an ordinary swordsmanship method..., that is the core method of my sword sect...... After you return to Fangcun Sect, practice it carefully..."

On the top of the mountain, the cold wind raged, and white snow-white fell from the depths of the darkness, sprinkled on the cold body of Master Jian. His breath became weaker and weaker: "Jun Xuan, don't blame me... Yu Luo, I know... she didn't mean it..."

Thinking of that woman, Lin Junxuan was filled with anger, but how could he bear to say something against him at this time?

"Yeah, brother, I know, stop talking..." Lin Junxuan's eyes were wet, a kind of pain that was about to die, which made him speechless.

Mr. Jian’s pupils became more and more dissipated, and his breath became weaker and weaker. Suddenly, Mr. Jian grabbed Lin Junxuan’s wrist and suddenly raised his body. A trace of blood surged on his pale face: “Jun Xuan, will you agree to me before I die?”

Unlimited sadness surged in my heart, and Lin Junxuan knew that Mr. Jian was a return to his mind.

"I agree, I agree..." Lin Junxuan choked.

"The Sword Sect is only left, me, my sister, and my father. Three years ago, I had a fight with my father. My father claimed to break off the father-son relationship with me, but I know that he has always followed me, so every June, I will do some things in the world under the name of Mr. Jian, so that my father can know that I am safe..."

"Now, my life is gone. The sword sect has been passed down for thousands of years. After I am gone, I will be cut off." Mr. Jian said this, and he was sad and crying in his eyes: "My father has lost his legs and lost his mother again. Now I am leaving... I am afraid, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear this blow..."

When Lin Junxuan heard this, his eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

"...Jun Xuan, I only ask you for one thing... After I die, every June, please walk in the world under the name of "June Jian" to let my father know that I am still alive outside... If one day, he discovers the truth,... tell him that the child is unfilial, I am sorry to him!" At this point, Mr. Jian closed his eyes, tears kept falling in his eyes, and his lips squirmed: "Tell him,... the child is underground, I wish my father good luck and longevity!..."

His voice became lower and lower, and the blood on his face faded away quickly. Lin Junxuan felt the pain in his chest and kept nodding, "Brother, I promise you, I promise you... In the future, your father will be my father!"

When Mr. Jian heard this, a smile rippled from the corner of his mouth, his palms slid down, and finally stopped moving...

"ah!--"

Lin Junxuan suddenly looked up at the sky and let out a sad roar. Under his feet, the two snow foxes were also moaning.

There was a lot of snow in the world. Lin Junxuan couldn't remember how he dug a pit on the mountain. Then he watched Mr. Jian's cold body lying at the bottom of the pit, covered with soil and gravel. From the outside, the grave looked like there was no prominent point, as if it didn't exist. The tomb was not even erected because Mr. Jian said that he didn't want his father to know that he was dead. Any name engraved on the tomb would only make the news of his death spread.

"Brother, goodbye. I will come to see you every June from now on!" Lin Junxuan carried four long swords and walked down the mountain. Even if the master of heavenly being forced to hold the four swords of Zhu Xian, who would be injured by the sword energy, was quietly carried on Lin Junxuan's back, without any abnormality.
Chapter completed!