He bravely accepted the challenge, his heart was shaking so much that he had no choice but to seize the opportunity and strike with one move at a time, trying desperately to escape. This move was so powerful that it forced dozens of people to take a few steps back.
She jumped into the black clouds, wanting to take advantage of this opening to break through the siege and leave. Unexpectedly, a sword flashed in front of her, and she subconsciously raised her stick to block it.
The person who came was extremely powerful and struck with the power of thunder. He was full of anger, which could not be resisted by Jing Che's three-legged cat skills. She was immediately knocked to the ground and fell so hard that her bones seemed to be scattered.
He collapsed, his breath in his chest was disordered, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Immediately afterwards, the pursuing sword tip came forward. At this time, people's voices were boiling, and the firelight followed. At the end of the light, she could see his face clearly. He was not drunk at all, and his dark eyes cast a dangerous look.
look.
Looking down again, his sword was pressed against her heart.
"Sword Master, you can't kill!" At this moment, a man dressed in white suddenly stepped forward, hugged Baili Fengjian's hand tightly, and protected Jing Che with his whole body.
The tip of the sword stood there with great forbearance, neither piercing it nor moving away. Baili Fengjian's anger was clearly visible on his face, and he looked like he wanted to kill her immediately with a sword, but in the end he did not make a move.
There was a stalemate, and the crowd fell silent, all at a loss.
Jingche struggled to lift up half of his body with his hands on the ground, turned away and looked at him: "What on earth have I done to make you hate me so much that you want to kill me?"
"What a bastard, why are you so stubborn now?" There was a hint of composure on his extremely angry face.
She stayed there, finally catching some thoughts, and suddenly felt that the world seemed to be a vast wasteland, and the overwhelming tide submerged her, feeling sad and at a loss.
The Mo Tower stood motionless behind him. At this critical moment, Jing Che suddenly remembered the mountain behind Yunqin Peak where it was lightly snowing that night. He was so drunk that he danced with his sword unconsciously, tangled her long hair and asked
He was unyielding: "Ah Che, is the master handsome?"
The wind chime of the Mo Tower greeted his swordsmanship like flowing water. The sword she admired with all her heart, the sword she wanted to inherit: but that night in Snow Park County, it pierced her shoulder blade, and he was only shaking.
Under the torch, he said indifferently: "Is it you?"
But tonight, in the light of a pool of red lanterns, he pointed at her heart and shouted "Evil", waking her up.
"Sword Master, I haven't asked clearly yet, she may not have killed the person." Ye Xiu calmly helped Jing Che stand up, standing between the master and disciple, calmer than anyone else, but his face was a little frightened.
He was pale. Even though he was as calm as he was, he was still scared when he pounced on her just now.
The hand under the robe held Jingche's hand tightly, trying to give her some strength and support, but found that her own hand was shaking violently.
"I thought you were just paranoid, but I didn't expect," Baili Fengjian's face was reflected in the strange firelight, his expression dim and flickering. He was so close, and hearing his voice was so cold in the increasingly tight wind and snow,
"You are such a vicious person."
"It's not me." His body was shaking like an autumn leaf, but he forced his back to straighten. It was the first time that Jing Che knew how powerless it felt to be wronged.
Yu Xi was killed, and she escaped at this juncture, and she just said such cruel words to him before leaving. No matter what, she could not clear her suspicions.
The most important thing is that he has determined that she did it. He has classified her as a vicious person. He does not believe her. No matter what she says, he will not believe it.
"There is a half-year-old child in Yu Xi's belly, how can you do it?" He asked roaringly, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and then a strange black color overflowed, filling the entire pupils and then quickly being suppressed and fading away.
, Baili Fengjian staggered back a step, and his sword clattered to the ground.
Breathing slightly, as if he had struggled violently, his tone finally calmed down slightly, and he said: "Take her away and lock her up."
And it was at that moment that the sky suddenly changed color. The originally dark sky covered with dark clouds turned dark red into a pool of blood, blurry. The clouds were layered on top of each other and gathered together to be airtight, like an overturned dye vat, thick and intense.
And bloody.
Thunder rolled from nowhere, a bolt of lightning struck the mountain behind Yunqin Peak, and the sky shattered around that point.
There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and countless fragments from top to bottom mixed with the snowflakes and poured down, falling into a piece of misty and wisps of broken blood. The weirdness spread to the side, like an inescapable prison.
There was a squeaking sound from the broken dead branches, and the rotting soil gave off a nauseating stench. At a glance, the entire Yunqin Peak was enveloped in dense blood, like a strange maze, with copper and iron walls, unbreakable.
"What...what's going on!" Even though the people present were all highly skilled in navigation, they couldn't help but be surprised at this moment.
"It's the Qianzhiling barrier that has been broken!" Someone shouted.
How is it possible? Baili Fengjian's thoughts were in confusion. The blood array buried in Yizhao Town had been put into a deep sleep by his spell. Those locations that might trigger the activation of the blood array were also guarded. The end of the Thousand Ridges Millennium
How could the boundary be broken overnight?
Suddenly a thought was captured.
He miscalculated!
From the beginning to the end, he thought that the blood array was buried in Xiyanpo Cemetery, but what he didn't expect was that the entire Xiyanpo cemetery was just a memorial site, and the real blood array was much larger. Xuebai County, Xiyanpo
, Yunqin Peak, the connection of these three points is where the real formation points of the blood formation are located!
The Fu** and Lincang armies had fought several times in Xuebai County before, but now Yu Xi died at Yunqin Peak. The blood formation had absorbed enough blood, so it broke out at this time!
The matter was beyond control, and even if there was no immediate solution, it could only be a last resort. Before hurriedly rushing to the back mountain, Baili Fengjian glanced at Jing Che subconsciously, and her back disappeared into the darkness.
For Jing Che, what happened outside was no longer important, and no one paid attention to her.
Suddenly there was a muffled sound of a punch hitting someone's face from behind.
Before Jing Che had time to look back, a man took her into the woods and covered her mouth first: "A Che, it's me."
I felt the rope loosen in my hand, and the man said: "The Sword Master and the others are still dealing with the barrier, please leave quickly."
Jing Che was slightly startled, and finally saw his face clearly in the hazy night: "Ye Xiu?"
"Let's go quickly. If you wait any longer, you won't be able to make it back."
Jing Che didn't leave immediately, she looked at Ye Xiu, the senior brother who she still believed in until the very end.
Without warning, she suddenly buried herself in his arms and cried: "Brother, thank you."
"Don't waste time, go quickly." Ye Xiu pushed her, his tone always calm and cold.
Jingche was pushed a few steps away, biting his lip and feeling cruel, he turned around and walked away a short distance, then suddenly turned back. Yesiu just stood there, watching her leave motionlessly.
She came back again, took out a dagger without saying a word, and stabbed her heart hard.
"What are you doing!" Yaxiu was shocked and held her wrist.
Jing Che smiled sadly, raised his hand to separate his hand, and took out a piece of crystal clear amber from his arms. Mo Xuehan gave it to her when they were in Miao territory. She said it would be useful at that time, right?
Did you expect this day?
She took a drop of her heart's blood and melted it into the thousand-year-old clear amber and said quietly: "Give this to him for me."
Ye Xiu glanced at her with a complicated expression, and finally couldn't help but scolded: "You still haven't given up yet?"
But he reached out and took it, holding it firmly in his hand.
Jing Che smiled calmly, with no expression on his face. He was more surprised than desolate. It turned out that her thoughts were Sima Zhao's, and everyone on the street knew it, but she foolishly thought that this was her only treasure.
Just share it with him, even if it's not sweet.
She opened her mouth, unable to say goodbye, and finally turned around without saying a word, and disappeared into the night.
When he stepped out of the mountain gate, Jing Che turned back and took a deep look. Under the sky, the festive palace of Yunqin Peak stood deserted on the top of the mountain. Behind it was the tall ink tower, and the wind chimes rang eerily in the clear wind and snow.
She shed tears. Her feet were running faster and faster, and her heartbeat was rising and falling in her chest, indicating that she was still alive.
Yunqinfeng, where she had lived for so many years, was so beautiful back then. She only thought of cherishing it when she looked back.
"Ah Che, you're awake."
That was the first time she saw him. His sword-shaped eyebrows flew into his temples, a light green stubble on his chin was unkempt, and he smiled in an unruly manner.
"Remember, from now on you are the 48th generation disciple of the Sword Master of the Nanqiong Sect of Jiahuang Mountain."
"Renamed Jingche."
"From now on, I am your closest relative."
"..."
The rarely remembered past is extremely clear in my mind at this moment.
She poured a pot of wine on his head, but he laughed through the water, "Ah Che, do you want a drink too?"
On the bumpy boat, she clung to him: "Master, I want to sleep in your arms."
Under the sunlight outside the casino, he squinted at her: "Do you believe I can beat you?"
"..."
In the lava fields of Miaojiang, they stood close to each other on a lonely piece of land. Her thoughts began to grow wildly: "Yes, Master, but I just want to hold you."
And with his command, she was sent into a sea of fire, and three of her seven souls were lost.
Yes, Master, I once hugged you so tightly that I didn’t want to let go, but now I just want to escape from this place as soon as possible.
She didn't know where she was going. She only knew how to move forward, leaving that place, leaving the master she had loved desperately, and leaving this sad place that held the beautiful past. It was as if she was trying to separate a part of her body, and that part was there.
He died tonight, leaving part of him as a wreckage, drifting away with the wind and no one to rely on.
In the Hongchen Inn, she was still innocent and asked him: "Master, will we die?"
Now she knows that he is a powerful god and he will not die, but she is walking on the edge of a cliff, in danger. The "us" back then was forcibly separated into two parts.
Jing Che kept walking with an expressionless face, but the tears in his eyes seemed to be flowing uncontrollably.
On the way down the mountain, there were dark shadows. After a few steps forward, she was stunned. Several dark figures appeared in the woods, slowly emerging from the gray air.
Jing Che knew all these people, one was Aye, the other was Xiao Jin, and the other was Hongyi.
"Let me tell you, she will be forced away by Baili Fengjian sooner or later." Hongyi laughed first, and his voice was almost exactly the same as Jingche's.
Xiao Jin sneered and said: "One Yu Xi can make him unable to find his way around. No wonder he wants to hide from the world."
"Shut up!" Jing Che forced out a few words through his teeth.
Ah Ye walked up with a playful smile. Before Jing Che could say anything, he only saw a burst of white smoke filling the air in front of him. He didn't know what kind of magic it was, but what followed was a flood of darkness.
Before his consciousness gradually faded away, there was a blur of whiteness in his mind. It was last July, when the mountains of white horse bones had not yet opened. He squinted his eyes and smiled with a smile that confuses all living beings: "Ah Che, this century-old wine