"You failed."
The Golden Dragon Mask's tone was cold.
Hu Hanxie gritted his teeth. "I didn't expect that besides Shen Zhenyi, there would be another master among them. We had to act before the others. We couldn't use all our trump cards before we knew what was going on … "
He tried hard to explain.
"But you failed."
The Golden Dragon Mask didn't want to listen to his explanation.
"The Nineteenth Prince was also defeated by Shen Zhenyi."
"The failure of others is not a reason for you."
Hu Hanxie was speechless. He knew that he had lost his men for nothing this time. It would be a joke.
But … even if someone else went up, he didn't believe that they could do better than him. Who would have thought that the unknown swordsman who looked sick could perform one of the Nine Great Secret Swords, the Hidden Dragon, to such a high level?
Where did this person come from?
He could only lower his head and gnash his teeth.
The royal family had lost face, and they had to fight for it!
Hu Hanxie looked into the depths of the darkness.
In the ruined temple.
Yuan Shan was wiping his sword. The sword was like a flame. Under the moonlight, it was as bright as a clear spring.
There were faint traces of blood on the sword. It was as if the smell of blood permeated the surrounding three feet. In this day, the sword had taken away countless souls.
The murderous aura was getting stronger.
The aura of death was getting stronger.
He coughed softly. His back was hunched, but his eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky.
"I think his illness seems to have improved a lot."
Cynanchum Chinense looked at him from not far away. She was a little suspicious.
After a big battle, with Yuan Shan's weak constitution, it should have been more serious, but his coughing had lessened.
Could it be that killing people had the effect of curing diseases?
Shen Zhenyi was silent.
His gaze stopped on the winding sword, and he frowned slightly.
Everyone had their own destiny. Even if he had the ability to forcibly change his destiny, how could he know that the person who had embarked on his own destined path would be willing to accept this change?
Sometimes, the path was chosen by oneself.
The Third Young Master Shen could change the world, but he couldn't change people's hearts.
He had known this for a long time.
It was destined to be a sleepless night.
Yuan Shan finally finished wiping the sword. He casually placed the strange sword that had killed countless people on his back. He raised his head and smiled, revealing his white teeth. "Do any of you want to drink a cup of wine?"
He was speaking to Shen Zhenyi.
Of course, Shen Zhenyi was the only man present. Although Yuan Shan did not discriminate against girls, he still felt that it was more appropriate to find a man to drink.
"Alright."
The Third Young Master Shen would not casually drink with others, but what harm was there in drinking with a hero once?
He didn't ask where the wine was or if it tasted good.
Yuan Shan laughed out loud and slapped the ground with his palm. With a muffled sound, the ground cracked open, revealing a dark wine cellar. A few sealed jars were scattered on the ground, and one could faintly smell the aroma of wine.
"Where did this hidden wine come from?"
Cynanchum Chinense was dumbfounded.
This dilapidated temple was a wasteland, and even the incense had been broken for who knows how long. Who would hide wine in this kind of place? Could it be that it was left behind by a temple attendant before its decline? No one knew how long it had been, and they did not dare to drink it!
"I hid it."
Yuan Shan was beaming with joy. He seemed to be very satisfied with everyone's surprised reaction.
"Why did you hide wine here?" Cynanchum Chinense was even more surprised.
— — Was this your former residence?
That was impossible! This place was in the middle of nowhere. Who would live in such a place?
Yuan Shan picked up a jar of wine and opened the seal. He wanted to take a sip first, but after thinking about it, he wiped the jar with his sleeve and handed it to Shen Zhenyi first.
Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly. He took out an amber luminous bowl from somewhere. With a light tap of his finger, a transparent wine flew out of the jar and fell into the bowl like a swimming dragon. He slowly poured half a bowl of wine.
The aroma was refreshing.
"Enough."
He cut the wine line with his finger, picked up the amber bowl, and toasted to Yuan Shan.
Yuan Shan laughed. He shook the wine jar, and the two drank.
Shen Zhenyi only took a few sips, but Yuan Shan finished the entire jar of wine in one gulp. Then, he casually threw away the jar of wine and shouted, "Satisfying!"
He was full of heroism, and there was no trace of the miserable appearance of a tuberculosis patient.
"Hey!"
Cynanchum Chinense was puzzled and asked again, "I'm asking you! Why did you hide wine here? "
"At the place of burial, I have to drink a few more cups."
Yuan Shan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I have walked this path thousands of times. I have calculated what kind of attacks I will encounter thousands of times. With my sword skills, where can I go? This dilapidated temple should be the limit. "
"What do you mean?"
Cynanchum Chinense was shocked. She did not understand what this young man was saying.
Yuan Shan opened the second jar of wine. He turned back to look at Xuan Yan who was still in deep sleep. He drank a mouthful and sighed, "In this life, I was born to escort the last bloodline of the Xuan Family back home. I have always wanted to do this well. Of course, I have to familiarize myself with the path from the Xuan Family to the ice fields. I have nothing to do, so I go back and forth on this path. Counting now, if it is not a thousand times, it is at least eight hundred times … … "
Princess Long and the others were all confused. There were people who were born for this?
They looked at Shen Zhenyi inquiringly. Master would always know the answer.
But Shen Zhenyi only sighed softly.
Only Yuan Shan muttered to himself.
"… … My sword skills were not strong back then. I was afraid that if someone came, I would have to run for my life. I could not escape more than a hundred miles."
"Later on, my cultivation increased. It was not too difficult to run for thousands of miles. But no matter what, I could not escape more than half of this path."
"I thought that as long as my sword skills continued to improve, I would be able to win against everyone. But I did not know that there is a limit to a person's strength. Even if I was lucky enough to learn the secret sword skills, my own aptitude would only allow me to reach this step."
"Unless … … I pay with my life."
His expression was mournful, but also filled with determination and heroism.
A person's aptitude could not break through.
But if one worked hard, it was possible to break through.
In the true sense — —
— — Fight! Life!
After today's battle, Sick Sword Xianyuan Shan's name would definitely shake the world. But who could imagine how he learned his sword skills and what kind of price he paid.
"I know that I can escort the bloodline of the Xuan Family to escape, but I also know that I will definitely die."
After recognizing this reality, it was not so hard to accept.
Anyway, when Old Master Xuan had given him a favor, he had also planned to sacrifice himself to repay it.
Wasn't this the same result?
"And, I will not be able to reach the end."
A seventh level True God expert could accurately know the condition of his own body.
He knew that he would definitely die on the way.
He knew his own limits.
Since that was the case, he naturally had to choose a place with wine to die.
Because of his cough, he had never had a good drink in his life.
Before he died, he could at least have a good drink.
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