"If I had known this, I wouldn't have saved you back then. I should have left you to fend for yourself." The old lady of the Moon Dao Sect was slightly annoyed.
Back then, Mo Han, the Top Broadsword of Wind and Cloud, was like a blazing sun shining in the sky, dazzling. Because of his brilliance, he aroused the jealousy of some people from the nine sects of the Decent Alliance. They secretly plotted against him and almost died. In desperation, he was saved by the old lady of the Moon Dao Sect who happened to pass by. Since then, he joined the Moon Dao Sect and became the personal servant of the old lady.
In the blink of an eye, decades had passed.
There was a trace of inexplicable brilliance in the eyes of the servant.
He slowly took off the white mask on his face, revealing a face covered with scars.
Among the people who schemed against him, one of them was a woman from the nine sects of the Decent Alliance. She had a crush on Mo Han, but she failed to pursue him. In a rage, when he was seriously injured, she used a special method to cut his face 36 times, completely disfiguring him.
Over the years, he hadn't tried to restore his appearance, because he knew that he had fallen in love with a woman he couldn't get. Beauty or ugliness no longer mattered.
Back then, the old lady of the Moon Dao Sect was a famous beauty. She was as beautiful as Ye Wuhen, the Virgin Goddess of the Moon Dao Sect.
Unfortunately, at that time, Ye Hen, the old lady of the Moon Dao Sect, had already married someone else.
Later, the Moon Dao Sect was raided by the Decent Alliance. Everyone in the Moon Dao Villa suffered heavy casualties. Ye Hen's son and daughter-in-law died in that battle. Her husband also died in the battle in order to cover Ye Hen's escape with his granddaughter.
Ye Hen's hair turned white overnight. She swore to take revenge. Since then, she no longer used her Cultivation Method to preserve her appearance. She appeared in front of the world as an old lady. Her heart was dead. She no longer longed for love in the world. She devoted all her attention to the recovery of the Moon Dao Sect and the cultivation of Ye Wuhen.
Wu Ming's deep love began with love and ended with propriety.
Ye Hen closed the door to her heart.
The master and the servant got along in silence in a way that outsiders didn't know. They rarely talked to each other. They didn't talk about the love between a man and a woman, but it was better than the love between a man and a woman.
It was rare for Ye Hen, the old lady of the Moon Dao Sect, to take the initiative to persuade Wu Ming to leave White Emperor City today. It was because she had a very bad feeling that the battle tomorrow would be very fierce.
"If I fight one more time, you can fight one day later. If I win nine times in a row, you don't have to fight anymore," Wu Ming said with a smile, holding his Wind Cloud Saber in his arms.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the glorious moment when he crushed the world of the Bitter Star with a single slash.
He was protecting Ye Hen in his own way.
Ye Hen shook her head and said, "No one can win nine rounds in a row, and neither can you. The outer-space sects will not sit idly by. Once the nine sects lose more than four rounds, they will definitely take action. At that time …"
There was little hope.
"Then let's win until we can't win anymore," Wu Ming said calmly.
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The third day.
In the arena battle.
This battle had only lasted for half a day, and it was a one-sided one.
Qin Rushuang, the Top Sword of West Sea, the candidate of the nine major sects, showed far more power than usual and almost crushed Wu Ming, the Knife Servant.
"Haha, I didn't expect you to fight today. In the past, you were also an influential figure on the Bitter Star, but you abandoned yourself and joined the Devil Cult. You fought two rounds in a row. It seems that the Devil Cult is just using you as a tool. How sad and pitiful."
Qin Rushuang sneered and taunted.
He waved his sword. Every time he swung his sword, blood splashed and left a mark on Wu Ming's body.
Wu Ming, the Knife Servant, was bathed in blood and no longer looked human.
He didn't speak. He just panted, accumulated his strength, and waved his broadsword again and again, as if he didn't know fatigue.
Everyone could see that Qin Rushuang was deliberately torturing Wu Ming.
But Wu Ming still struggled to hold on.
"Bang!"
In the end, Wu Ming was kicked out of the floating arena by Qin Rushuang, the Top Sword of West Sea. He turned into a bloody shadow and landed on the divine flying shuttle. Qi was like a game.
The world-famous Wind Cloud Saber had also been broken.
"Mo Han …" Ye Hen, the old lady of the Moon Dao Sect, was overwhelmed with grief. She rushed forward and held Wu Ming's figure in her arms.
Blood stained Ye Hen's green robe.
Dozens of new scars had been added to Wu Ming's scarred face. He looked extremely hideous and ugly, but there was a kind of indescribable sacredness and purity in him.
He said weakly, "Little Yezi, I'm sorry. I … tried my best."
After all, he couldn't keep his promise of winning nine rounds in a row.
He was angry and scared.
He was not afraid of death. What he was afraid of was that if he was defeated, no one would shield the Moon Dao Sect from the wind and rain, and the woman he loved deeply would have to take action in person. She would stand on the floating arena and fight to the death with the ferocious opponent.
"Don't say anything …" Ye Hen injected her natural qi into Wu Ming, trying to save him.
Wu Ming shook his head and said, "There's no way to save him. His source has been broken. You … have to be careful … The nine major sects are playing tricks. Qin Rushuang doesn't … doesn't have such strength. His natural qi … has the power of outer space …"
Wu Ming couldn't finish his sentence. He couldn't go on.
With the last of his strength, he looked up at Ye Hen's face.
In the last few moments of his life, he could finally look at the face in front of him, which had been engraved in the depths of his soul, openly and seriously.
"She's very, very beautiful."
It was as if time had returned to 90 years ago. When he first saw her, she was also seriously injured and her mind was about to dissipate. At that time, she was as beautiful as a fairy in the sky.
"She's so beautiful …" he murmured with a smile on his face.
His once powerful palm gradually loosened its grip on the broken handle of the Wind-Cloud Broadsword.
The master of broadswordsmanship on the Bitter Star had completely fallen.
"Brother Mo Han." Ye Hen shed tears.
Time seemed to have flowed on her face. Her old age was gone, and she was in the prime of her youth. Her skin was like that of a 16-year-old girl, and her thick black hair was flowing on her head. She was indescribably beautiful. It was exactly the appearance she had when she met Mo Han, the Wind-Cloud First Broadsword.
At the last moment of Mo Han's life, Ye Hen activated her Cultivation Method, shook her qi and blood, and restored her appearance to the most youthful moment. This could be regarded as an explanation to this infatuated man.
Ye Hen didn't say a word. She picked up Mo Han, who was covered in blood, turned into a stream of light, and flew to White Emperor City.
"You … You can cheat. You're shameless." Ouyang Huanyu, the head of the Sky-overlooking Pavilion, glared at the nine major sects on the opposite side. He stared at Qin Rushuang and said, "Humph, as the supreme Void-breaking Realm on the Bitter Star, you actually dared to enter the arena with the help of external forces. You're really a disgrace to the martial arts world on the Bitter Star."
"Haha, Ouyang Huanyu, are you flustered and exasperated?" Qin Rushuang sneered in the manner of a victor and said, "What evidence do you have to prove that I'm relying on external forces?"
Ouyang Yu, the young master of the Sky-overlooking Pavilion, snorted and said, "That's not a power you can have at all. You're no match for Uncle John Doe at all. You … are simply shameless and despicable."
The people gathered on both sides of the floating arena were all top experts of the decent and the evil forces. They were the rising geniuses, and their vision and experience could be said to represent the peak of the Bitter Star. Since they were all experts, some things could be seen at a glance.
"Hahahaha," Qin Rushuang laughed and said, "You little brat, you don't know what you're talking about. I've made a breakthrough recently, and my cultivation has reached a higher level. How can you ants understand me?"
He looked at the people of Mount Shu on the divine flying shuttle and said, "Tomorrow, I'll still be on this floating arena, waiting for your advice. Haha, I wonder who dares to fight me tomorrow. Hahahaha!"
Waves of cheers rang out in the camp of the nine major sects.
In particular, the disciples of the West Sea Sword Sect were the most excited.
The nine major sects had been fighting for two days, but they had lost twice in a row. Their morale was shaken, and their morale had been hit. But recently, the head of the West Sea Sword Sect had swept away the decline and boosted their morale, making every disciple of the West Sea Sword Sect extremely proud.
As for whether they had won with the help of external forces, they didn't care at all.
As long as they won.
Divine light flashed.
The people of Mount Shu drove the flying shuttle back to White Emperor City.
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Beside a Green Lotus Sword Pool, Ye Hen slowly sank Mo Han's body into the Green Lotus Spiritual Liquid, hoping to keep a one-in-ten-thousandth hope and chance.
But she also knew that the Green Lotus Pool was not omnipotent.
Footsteps rang out.
The people of Mount Shu also rushed over.
"The nine major sects are really getting more and more despicable."
"The outer-space sects must have done something secretly."
"Damn it."
"They're too shameless."
The people of Mount Shu were filled with righteous indignation and cursed angrily.
Although this kind of thing was expected, they didn't expect that the nine major sects and the outer-space sects were so shameless that they began to scheme so early, completely making this so-called fair arena battle lose its original meaning.
But cursing couldn't solve the problem.
They still had to send out a candidate for tomorrow's arena battle.
Compared with the solemn selection of the previous three times, the selection of candidates this time could be said to be cruel. Because the candidate of the nine major sects for the fourth battle was obviously Qin Rushuang, whose strength had soared. No matter who was sent out, the odds of winning were very slim.
"I'll go," Ye Hen said calmly. She was peerless and unparalleled in appearance.
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"This little thief is really patient. He watched his own people being tortured to death, but he still didn't show up." The girl in the black gauze dress was lost in thought in the dark hall. At the same time, she became more certain. "The more he behaves like this, the more important a plot must be. Let's see how long he can endure it. Hehe!"
She summoned Qin Rushuang and gave him some instructions.
"Today, you did a good job. Tomorrow, you'll have to be more brutal and cruel," she said.
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"Father, are we really going to do this?"
Ouyang Yu, the Young Master of the Sky-overlooking Pavilion, looked at his father with a sad look on his face, but he couldn't stop him.
Even though he had been in Jianghu for decades and had created the famous Young Master Jade, he still felt powerless and shocked by his father's sudden choice.
"Do as I say. Remember, you have to act quickly. Don't let the people of the Moon Dao Sect react. At the same time, you have to seize the opportunity. You can't act too early. Ye Hen is in a mess now, and she won't guard against her own people. With your help, you can definitely succeed."
Ouyang Huanyu stood with his back to his father and said lightly.
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