Blood rained down, and Ning Daoqi stood with his sword in hand. Facing the blood shadows that danced in the air, his green Daoist robe cut a sorry figure. His left hand was curled up powerlessly, and everything below his elbow had already withered.
Although he already knew that the blood demons and blood shadows that created the Four Barbarians were very dangerous and difficult to deal with, it was only when he truly fought them that Ning Daoqi deeply understood how terrifying they were.
These blood shadows were formless and immaterial, and could not be harmed by blades or swords. Even highly condensed vital Qi would only end up being corroded and devoured.
Only a Great Grandmaster would be able to condense their peerless spiritual cultivation on their weapons and turn it into peerless sword intent and blade intent. Only then would they be able to kill these blood shadows. Even a Great Grandmaster would only be able to face three or four blood shadows head-on. If there were any more of them, they would easily be pounced on by the blood shadows and turn into dried up corpses.
"Fellow Daoist Ning …" An ugly middle-aged man beside him sighed. "If you can survive, please help me plant some white chrysanthemums in my homeland. My three disciples are still young. I hope that Fellow Daoist Ning will take care of them for my sake! "
"Brother Fu!" Ning Daoqi turned his head and wanted to say something, but he could only remain silent.
Fu Cailin laughed. "Fellow Daoist Ning, you don't have to be sad for me …" He stroked the huge wound on his chest that extended to his back and said calmly, "The brilliance of life has never been dimmed by death. In the days that I've lived, I've always worked hard to search and think about these mysterious and unfathomable things. I've been moved by the greatness of life."
"But when I saw an existence like the blood demons, I came to a sudden realization … I've always used the Sword Dao to comprehend and search for the mysteries of life, but I've forgotten that it's right beside us. I used my sword to praise and praise the greatness of life, but when I saw it being destroyed and destroyed, I was powerless to protect it. "
"From that moment on, my sword was not only to comprehend and realize the beauty of this world, it was also to protect this touching and beauty."
"Fu Cailin is willing to die for this …" The Bright Swordsmanship shone with incomparable brilliance in his hands. A lowly life was the ugliest thing in the world, but it was also the most beautiful thing in the world. It was small yet magnificent, fragile yet strong.
The Bright Swordsmanship was a supreme technique that combined chess theory with swordsmanship. However, in Fu Cailin's hands, the most essential aspect of it was his ability to touch life. The subtlety of the technique lay in the fact that he could combine his heart and soul with his sword. What he felt on the outside was illusory, but what he felt on the inside was real. Its essence was to appreciate and savor it from the perspective of a bystander.
But at this moment, Fu Cailin gave up the mentality of a bystander and was truly immersed in the praise of life. It was as if he could smell the faint bitter and salty fragrance in his memories, as well as the taste of bean rice and pickles when he was young. His memories of Goryeo and his hometown slowly became clearer and more vivid. He was no longer admiring from the side, but truly savoring and immersing himself in it …
The bean rice from his hometown when he was young …
The warmth of being hugged by his mother in the winter …
The joy of holding a sword for the first time …
The glory of becoming the only grandmaster in Goryeo …
In the end, the Blood Demon ravaged Goryeo's despair …
"From that moment on, everything I had died! The moment I held the sword, I just wanted to go back to the past and protect the things in my life that touched me … Even if I have to risk my life … "Fu Cailin's grip on the sword became firmer. Even the serious injury on his chest couldn't stop him from swinging the sword.
He sacrificed his life and emotions to redeem the sword of the past.
A shadow that Ning Daoqi was very familiar with appeared behind Fu Cailin. The existence that was known as a substitute merged with Fu Cailin's body. He swung the unparalleled sword, taking away a small portion of the blood shadows in the sky, as well as his life.
Under Fu Hongyan's astonished gaze, some of the Blood Gods dispersed the bloody light around them. Some of them were ordinary farmers, some were soldiers and merchants, but they were all dressed in Goryeo attire. They had clearly been transformed into Blood Gods, and their essence had been contaminated. However, at this moment, under Fu Cailin's sword, they actually returned to their original forms.
Millions of souls rejoiced and calmly dispersed with Fu Cailin, returning to heaven and earth.
"I want … I want to eat the kimchi of my hometown again!"
Fu Cailin's body suddenly fell after he finished his last sentence. Ning Daoqi cried, "Brother Fu!"
Even though Fu Cailin sacrificed his life to save millions of souls, the number of blood shadows in the sky didn't decrease at all. The thick blood clouds pressed toward Ning Daoqi bit by bit. On the banks of the Yangtze River, countless Ning Daoqi fought with the blood shadows with swords, protecting the blossoming divine tree behind them. Bi Xuan stood under the blood clouds with his spear.
When he looked back and saw Fu Cailin fall, he also sighed tiredly, "Brother Fu is also gone! We should have died when the Turks and Goryeo were destroyed, but the belief of revenge kept us alive. "
"Kirin Blood Demon! I, Bi Xuan, have lived until now just to shoot this spear at you for us, the Turks! "
Bi Xuan raised the Moon Wolf Spear in his hand and roared.
"The Jingzhai has been destroyed! How can Feixuan live … It's a pity that I couldn't take revenge on Yang Guang with my own hands. But to die for the world, Shi Feixuan has no regrets! "
"When the nest is overturned, how can there be an unbroken egg? I didn't expect that the day would come when the Dark Sunflower Sect will fight alongside the Merciful Boathouse! " Zhu Yuyan laughed loudly. She laughed three times and cried three times. Suddenly, she turned her head and glared at a middle-aged man who was dressed like a scholar and looked far more elegant than her.
The man looked at the blood clouds above his head, and he was lost in thought.
When he heard Zhu Yuyan's cries and laughter, he turned his head to look at her and said calmly, "Yuyan is still as elegant as ever, but I, Shi, am already old and weak …"
Ning Daoqi's face was covered in tears. He absorbed the substitute's power of time without caring about anything else. He even used up his own time. "If I can survive this disaster, I will naturally have a lot of methods to make up for it. If I can't survive this disaster, what's the use of all the time I have left? So I still have thirty years of life left. With this, I have another three hundred thousand clones to fight against the Blood Demon … "
Of course, this method of squeezing out his own time was not as easy as Ning Daoqi said. Absorbing his own source of time meant that once his main body's lifespan was over, Ning Daoqi would not even be a wandering ghost anymore. He would no longer exist in this world.
At this moment, the entire world's time seemed to have frozen.
Fu Hongyan looked at the group of people who were trying to resist with the strength of ants in front of her. She looked at their powerless struggle and delay. She said calmly, "Meaningless struggle!
"Even if you fight with your lives and give everything you have, you are still chess pieces that cannot escape from the chessboard!"
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