Ding ding … Ding ding ding ding …
The black sword case before Jiang Aijian trembled violently.
Yang Liansheng, who only had half a body left, looked down at Jiang Aijian in confusion. He was slightly shocked as he said, "You've just entered the Thousand Worlds, and you're already wielding a holy item?"
There were two types of holy objects. One was a holy object with a grade, such as the Longevity Pillar, which had powerful auxiliary abilities and could also be used as a weapon. The second type was a creature without a grade, which was purely an auxiliary object, such as the Green Cicada Jade.
No matter what kind of holy artifact it was, in order to fully unleash its power, one would need the strength of at least Qian Jie. The higher one's cultivation, the more power they could unleash. The sword scabbard belonged to the former type of holy object. Not only was it a support, but it was also a type of weapon. It was very difficult to use its power when one had just entered the Thousand World.
Yang Liansheng tried to pull the red string. He resisted with all his might. The two of them continued to wrestle until they reached a stalemate.
Yang Liansheng could not move.
The burnt piece of flesh on his face fell to the ground because it was too distorted.
"Ignorant juniors, all of you will die. Don't waste your energy. Hahaha … "Yang Liansheng's laughter echoed in the underground palace at the top of the roof.
The frequency of the sword box's trembling was getting stronger and stronger.
"Pu!"
Jiang Aijian spat out a mouthful of blood. His Primal Qi surged, and his dantian's sea of Qi could not withstand the immense pressure.
Huang Shijie scolded, "I order you to stop! Stop right now!! "
He turned to look at Huang Shijie and rolled his eyes as he said, "Master, since you're so strong, why don't you lend me a hand? Why are there so many problems! "
He glanced at Si Wuya.
They both had masters, but why was the difference between them so great?
Other people's masters are protecting their children, but my master is being protected by me, yet I still have to talk behind his back.
"You!! Bastard!! Huang Shijie was exasperated that the iron did not meet his expectations, he glared angrily and beat his chest and stamped his feet.
How could he still have the strength to support them?
He had been attacked twice by Yang Liansheng, so it was good enough that he could speak.
"Eldest Senior Brother, if this goes on, your cultivation base …" Li Jingyi looked at Jiang Aijian with a complicated gaze.
Jiang Aijian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Small problem. Watch how I deal with him."
He put his palms together.
The black sword case emitted a thousand feet of golden light, and one after another, flying swords flew out of it, quickly forming a long dragon.
All of the swords were wrapped in energy swords, and they were dazzling to the eye.
The energy swords spun in the air and flew in all directions.
The entire sky above the underground palace was quickly occupied by the swords.
Si Wuya looked at the sword case in shock. He exclaimed in admiration, "I was wondering why you're so fond of collecting treasured swords. As it turns out, you keep them in this sword case."
"You flatter me."
Jiang Aijian held his breath and focused. He wielded all the treasured swords he had collected throughout his life and attacked Yang Liansheng.
Under the nourishment of the sword sheath, these treasured swords shone with a strange brilliance.
The sharpness of a treasured sword comes from the sharpening!
Hundreds and thousands of swords slashed across Yang Liansheng's body.
Yang Liansheng thundered, "Get lost!!"
Hundreds of astral swords were sent flying. Then, hundreds of treasured swords pounced forward and attacked in a frenzy.
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang …
Just like that, Yang Liansheng, who only had half a body left, was pierced with bloody holes all over his body.
Yang Liansheng was pinned down by Si Wuya. He could not muster more strength to fight Jiang Aijian. When he saw that he was on the verge of collapsing, he growled, "I'll kill you first!"
He suddenly retracted the red threads. Si Wuya regained his freedom.
Yang Liansheng broke through the Sword Formation and lunged at Jiang Aijian.
"Jiang Aijian!" Si Wuya dove to save him.
Bam!
Yang Liansheng bore the brunt of the damage from the treasured swords and charged at Jiang Aijian. He struck his shoulder with his palm.
A piece of flesh flew out. Jiang Aijian flipped backward and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sword case's vibrations stopped abruptly.
The treasured swords fell to the ground with a clatter.
Yang Liansheng continued to lunge at Jiang Aijian.
At this moment, Si Wuya had arrived. He held the astrolabe before him and unleashed the Birth Chart's power. Two beams of light struck Yang Liansheng. Bam! Yang Liansheng's arm was broken by the Birth Chart's power.
However, Yang Liansheng ignored the pain. He swung his other arm with all his might and struck the astrolabe.
Bam!
The astrolabe bent and sent Si Wuya flying. He slammed into the stone wall. His body was covered in blood as well.
Yang Liansheng landed on the ground and struck with his palm. Like a spider, the red threads in the air weaved into an inescapable net. Si Wuya was entangled again.
Si Wuya could not move.
Yang Liansheng had the upper hand. However, at this moment, he opened and closed his mouth several times. Primal Qi flowed into his surroundings.
He knew if he did not kill Si Wuya now, he would not have the chance to do so anymore.
Yang Liansheng used his uninjured arm to wrap the red threads around his severed arm and pulled it back.
"Ahh!" The red threads seeped into Si Wuya's body. Blood seeped out.
Li Jingyi could not help but shake her head. She was on the verge of breaking down when she saw this. She had never felt this way even when she was fighting on the battlefield.
Li Jingyi gritted her teeth and struck her dantian's sea of Qi. Her sea of Qi burned.
"Senior brother!"
Li Jingyi rose from the ground and flew toward Jiang Aijian. She transferred her Primal Qi to him.
Jiang Aijian widened his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Senior brother … it's up to you now." Li Jingyi smiled. She landed and sat limply on the ground.
Jiang Aijian was momentarily stunned. He looked at Li Jingyi and said, "You're mad."
"Compared to you, senior brother, I'm not mad." Li Jingyi looked at Yang Liansheng.
Jiang Aijian nodded. He dismissed his complicated thoughts. He looked at Si Wuya and said, "You must give me the sword you promised me!"
He dove forward.
He pushed his palm forward.
Yang Liansheng no longer had any means of attack. His dantian's sea of Qi had long been burned beyond recognition. It was difficult for him to even unleash his astrolabe and palm seals. He could only rely on his foundation.
When Yang Liansheng saw Jiang Aijian charging toward him, he said in a deep voice, "In for a penny, in for a pound!"
He suddenly slashed at his severed arm.
Bam!
The severed arm pierced the stone wall with the red threads.
Si Wuya spun around and charged toward Jiang Aijian. Bam!
Crack!
Jiang Aijian's eyes widened. He looked at Yang Liansheng, who was covered in charcoal and had a ferocious expression on his face. 'My arm …'
Then, he was sent flying.
"Senior brother!"
"Liu Chen!" Si Wuya's heart trembled. His eyes were bloodshot.
When Jiang Aijian landed on the ground, he grunted. His expression was slightly sour. However, he did not feel any pain.
He could not feel anything.
His body seemed to have stiffened. It was numb, and he could not feel anything.
Yang Liansheng looked at Jiang Aijian and said, "You can die in peace now that you've exchanged so many blows with me."
Jiang Aijian spat out a mouthful of blood. He grunted softly as his chest heaved violently.
He saw Huang Shijie and Li Jingyi's shocked eyes. He saw the treasured swords he had cherished lying around him. He saw the dazzling array of 'beauties' hanging on the walls of the underground palace.
He saw the moonlight shining through the cracks in the mausoleum.
He saw smiling faces amid the sea of fire. He saw his grandmother lying on the bed with a kind smile on her face.
He suddenly shook his head.
He regained consciousness.
"Heh … I'm fine."
It did not hurt. Everything was fine.
He struggled to his feet.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and chuckled. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his left hand.
Yang Liansheng's eyes widened. He looked at the young man before him. He had faced enemies who were much more powerful than him, but this was his first time encountering someone with such tenacious willpower.
The disparity in strength was so great.
Jiang Aijian had struck his vitals time and time again, severely injuring him.
Jiang Aijian was like an ant that he could crush with a snap of his fingers.
Why?
Yang Liansheng retreated!
His instincts told him to retreat!
With one hand, he clawed the ground and crawled toward his severed arm.
He wanted to use the last of his strength on the red line!
At this moment, Jiang Aijian raised his palm.
He summoned his avatar.
A pitiful and weak Thousand Worlds enveloped his broken body.
Huang Shijie closed his eyes.
Li Jingyi turned to the side.
When Jiang Aijian saw the sour expressions on their faces, he said with a smile, "Can you stop dragging me down? Look, I'm the one who has the last laugh. "
"Senior brother …" Li Jingyi did not know what to say.
Jiang Aijian's lips curled into a smile. "Watch closely!"
He leaned forward and slapped the sword case.
The sword case shone brightly like never before.
The sword case spun in the air and turned into a casket the size of a coffin. It spun with a whirring sound.
All of the treasured swords in the underground palace, including the ones Jiang Aijian had collected and the ones stored in the underground palace, trembled and spun.
Energy that resembled willow catkins shot out of the sword case. It swept up the treasured swords in the underground palace and slashed at the red line in the sky. Bam!
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
The red line was severed.
The treasured swords fell to the ground.
"I'm such a fool!" Jiang Aijian laughed self-deprecatingly. The treasured swords had severed the red line. "It's up to you now!"
He staggered backward. He was about to spit out blood, but he forcefully swallowed it back down.
The sword case landed before him. Crack! It stopped Jiang Aijian's body.
When Yang Liansheng grabbed his severed arm, he realized he had lost a great opportunity!
He gritted his teeth, filled with rage and indignation. He channeled all of his strength into his severed arm and hurled it at Jiang Aijian. "Damn it!"
Swoosh!
Jiang Aijian no longer had any strength left. He smiled at Yang Liansheng. "I like it when you're exasperated and helpless …"
Bam!
The severed arm slammed into Jiang Aijian's chest and shattered internally.
Si Wuya dove and spread his wings. The golden light was dazzling.
He punched Yang Liansheng and sent him flying. Bam! Si Wuya flew out of the underground palace.
He did not stop for even a moment.
He did not know how many times he swung his arms.
The only sound in the underground palace was the sound of punches. Bam! Bam! Bam!
Eventually, he stopped.
He regained his senses.
He swiftly flew toward Jiang Aijian.
Huang Shijie and Li Jingyi were exhausted. They could only look at Jiang Aijian helplessly. Their eyes were filled with confusion.
Si Wuya supported Jiang Aijian. He sat at the foot of the wall and circulated his Qi through his palms, trying his best to heal Jiang Aijian.
Jiang Aijian was still unconscious.
Si Wuya lifted Jiang Aijian's shirt to have a look. The severed arm had smashed into his chest.
Si Wuya's mind was blank.
"Jiang Aijian!"
He cried out.
He used all his strength to heal Jiang Aijian.
He squeezed out all the Primal Qi in his dantian's sea of Qi and sent it into Jiang Aijian's Extraordinary Eight Meridians.
Jiang Aijian grunted and opened his eyes.
He took a deep breath.
"Hah …"
Si Wuya sat limply on the ground and looked at Jiang Aijian.
Si Wuya remained silent, his face expressionless.
Jiang Aijian woke up. He tried to turn his head to look at Li Jingyi and Huang Shijie.
They were all here.
Si Wuya was here. Everything was here.
The beauties were here as well.
After the battle, the underground palace was quiet. The stars in the night sky blinked.
How wonderful would it be if the future was as peaceful and peaceful as it was now?
The ground was a mess.
The four of them did not move.
They remained in a state of rest.
After an unknown period of time.
Si Wuya finally asked, "Weren't you afraid of death?"
"I was. I've always been afraid … "Jiang Aijian replied softly.
"Then, why did you force yourself?" Si Wuya could not understand.
"More than 1,000 people from Jinghe Palace died in the sea of fire … Actually, they didn't have to die …" Jiang Aijian said as though nothing had happened.
"Do you regret it?" Si Wuya asked.
"Regret my a * s …" Jiang Aijian laughed hastily. "If only I had more courage … Perhaps, I would've been the one who died instead of them."
Si Wuya shook his head and said, "You still regret it."
"You're … boring." Jiang Aijian's voice was as soft as a mosquito's.
Si Wuya sat next to Jiang Aijian and leaned against the wall. He sighed and said, "We can see the starry sky from here … Some people say that every time a person dies, a star will fall. Look, the stars in the sky are shining for you. You're lucky. "
Jiang Aijian did not reply.
Si Wuya sighed and said, "Do you know that you're annoying? It's not like a man to cower like that. Some things are in the past. We'll have to face them sooner or later. "
Time was like a falling leaf. It was hurried and could not be forgotten. Yet, one had to learn to be sentimental like a young man.
Jiang Aijian did not reply.
He paused for a moment before he looked outside the underground palace and said with a smile, "I'll bring you back to Great Yan's palace. I'll bring you back to meet your grandmother. What do you think? "
Si Wuya raised his hand and patted Jiang Aijian's arm. "Why are you dawdling? Can't you just give me a quick answer?!"
There was silence for two seconds.
An extremely weak voice rang in Si Wuya's ears. "Alright."
Then, Jiang Aijian's arm fell to the ground.
The stars were blinking.
He wanted to tell them that everything was in the past.
Li Jingyi could not suppress her sorrow no matter how hard she tried. She began to sob softly.
…
…
The sky was bright.
Voices rang from the underground palace's entrance.
About six white-robed cultivators walked in one after another.
The leader had graying hair on his temples as he studied his surroundings.
He saw the meat paste in the deep pit, Chong Ming's dismembered body, the fallen skeleton, and the missing stone statue.
His eyes gleamed coldly.
"Did you release Ling Guang?" the leader asked fiercely. He could not suppress the anger in his voice.
"Did you kill Chong Ming Bird?"
"Did you kill Yang Liansheng?"
Three questions were asked in quick succession.
Their heads covered their faces.
Si Wuya shook his head. 'How fast!
It's fate.
Perhaps … I'm fated to die. '
Si Wuya looked up. His expression was cold. His eyes were unyielding as he said, "Yes."
"Very well! Take them away! "the leader said.
His voice had barely faded when another voice rang from outside the underground palace. "Who hurt my disciple?"
"Who hurt my friend?"
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