Qing Yun Hill, TongTian Peak.
In front of the Illusory Moon Cave, Ghost Li, Lu XueQi and Lin JingYu stood facing each other, the already delicate atmosphere, suddenly seemed to stiffen, all of their attention, in an instant, were focused on that ancient sword stuck in the ground.
Zhu Xian!
The ancient sword whose name shook the world, the legendary sword that involved countless events of the past, the sword that determined the fate of countless people, was quietly inserted into the ground at this moment. It looked ordinary and inconspicuous, as if it had already become one with the mountains and rivers.
Just that, the name on the sword blade, was so glaring and insufferably arrogant, although silent but unyielding, sternly staring at the people around, making the people around it, unable to breathe smoothly.
Not knowing how much time had passed, like waking up from the inconceivable shock, the three of them heaved a long sigh at the same time, but almost at the same time, the atmosphere between them had already quietly changed.
Lin JingYu instinctively moved, wanted to go up but after he looked at the two people around him, frowned and slowly steadied his body.
Lu XueQi's expression was first stunned and then an extremely bright glint flashed in her eyes, facing this ancient sword that had supreme position in Qing Yun and even in the world, she also frowned slightly. Following which, she subconsciously glanced at Ghost Li beside her, watching his expression, she quietly, distanced herself from Ghost Li.
Ghost Li was silent, as if he was expressionless, but in his eyes, it was as if a flame was burning.
That sword, the ancient sword that had appeared in his nightmares for the past ten years, was impressively right before his eyes, the simple and unadorned sword blade right now in the mountain breeze seemed to be glimmering with a faint light, reflected in his eyes, like, piercing into his chest.
That was a graceful and powerless green figure that was gently falling from the sky …
"Ah! … "
A furious roar seemed to burst out from his chest, tearing his heart and lungs, charging towards the Zhu Xian ancient sword, dark-green light glimmered, the Soul-Absorbing stick whistled forward before him, as if feeling its master's emotions.
Just that abruptly, a jade-green sword light slashed out from the side, Lin JingYu holding the Dragon Slayer Sword, had already blocked in front of him, the raging jade-green sword light forcefully blocked the sharp whistling dark-green energy.
A muffled sound, the two magical weapons had already clashed in mid-air, Lin JingYu was about to shout for them to stop, suddenly, he felt that although he was in broad daylight but with Ghost Li's strange magical weapon around him, suddenly the sky darkened, ghost cries rumbled all around, his body seemed to be bound by thousands of invisible chains, even before his eyes, uncontrollably there were all kinds of horrible nine netherworld illusions.
And Ghost Li's eyes had unknowingly turned blood red again, his murderous aura surging, his figure even more like a ghost.
Lin JingYu stared and shouted, the jade-green light exploded in the black energy, abruptly leapt up from above, almost at the same time, Ghost Li's figure had already reached his position, the black energy with a rumble spread out like demonic wings, swirled and gathered into a ghost hand, submerging Ghost Li's figure, from all directions like raging waves, surged towards that Zhu Xian ancient sword.
Lin JingYu was forced to retreat in mid-air, unable to block in time, he was anxious and was about to shout in anger when suddenly before the Zhu Xian ancient sword, deep in the black energy, a ray of light as bright as autumn water, like frost and snow blossomed out, the clear sound resounded, reverberating far away, in the black energy, it bloomed like a flower, a sword stabbed out.
TianYa!
That snow-like white light, streaked across the air, where it passed, the black energy dispersed, straight to the deepest front, blocking the way.
Anan appeared before the Zhu Xian ancient sword, her face expressionless, on her beautiful face, her face was pale without a trace of blood.
Deep in the black energy, two spots like will-o '-wisps stared straight at Anan, ghostly howl eerily, furious and uncontrollable.
As if, ahead, like a wild beast roaring and panting, so unfamiliar?
The black energy exploded, from the ground abruptly rose to several zhangs high in the air, and in the black energy, those two ferocious will-o '-wisps immediately disappeared. Lu XueQi's mouth twitched slightly, her face still pale and expressionless, only her eyes flashed incessantly, like thousands of mountains and rivers, passing by in an instant, thousands of emotions, rushed into her heart.
Just that, TianYa in her hand, still refused to give up, that ancient sword behind her, suddenly seemed to turn into a bottomless abyss, making her unable to retreat even an inch!
An ancient sword, or a silent and ancient sect that nurtured her?
She raised the sword to the sky, quietly stabbed, that sword light like snow, carried a trace of desolation.
The black energy dense, ghostly howls abruptly sounded, in the air, just where TianYa was stabbing, a black figure appeared, Ghost Li appeared from the depths of the black energy but before him, the Soul-devouring stick flew up, in an instant, the overwhelming black energy spread down, the entirely black Soul-devouring stick shrieked incessantly, the strange blood-red threads at the end of the stick, all lit up.
A pale hand, stretched out from the air, grabbed hold of the Soul-devouring stick, descended from the sky, the wind and smoke immediately raged, innumerable black energy condensed into a pillar at the front of the Soul-devouring stick, struck down from the sky.
Towards Anan, and also towards her, that silent ancient sword.
Just that, she in the end, still did not retreat …
The sword light like snow, spilled towards the black energy, before it even touched, the surrounding rocks and dust, were already swirled up by a great force, like a storm swirling and dancing. Anan stood in the middle of that vortex, her face gradually blurred.
TianYa and Soul-devouring stick, the two magical weapons dancing and glittering in the air, seemed to be trembling gently, as if that battle many years ago, again returned before her eyes.
Just that time was ultimately short, like emotions passing by in a blink of an eye, a violent rumble, finally still resounded in front of the Illusory Moon Cave above Qing Yun.
The wind and smoke quietly dispersed, the dust settled, there were still a few small pebbles spinning on the ground, involuntarily gently rolling far away, and finally rolled into the depths of the grass, no longer visible.
Anan was still standing at the same spot, her body did not move an inch from her original position. Behind her, the Zhu Xian ancient sword still seemed to be emitting an ancient light, staring at that girl's back figure.
For some reason, this exceptional girl, right now her eyes and expression, was that tired, as if that sword just now, had exhausted her mental and physical strength.
She faintly lowered her head, her eyes indifferent, staring at an unknown place. Not knowing how long, she then slowly raised her head, looked ahead of her.
That man!
That man who was like a madman!
That man who was as silent as steel …
That pair of eyes, quietly watching her, there was no murderous intent, no anger, and also no love and gentleness.
Lu XueQi's body suddenly trembled, that slight, even she almost thought it was her illusion, but what followed, the pain in her chest that made her almost bend over, like the sharpest steel needle in the world, pierced through her heart.
Her pale as snow face, suddenly turned red, her body swayed gently, the moment her brows slightly frowned, when she was about to clench her teeth and persevere, she suddenly closed her eyes, bent down.
TianYa a light sound, stabbed into the ground, Anan held onto the sword hilt, spat out a small mouthful of blood, splashed onto the autumn water like sword blade.
The blood, gradually congealed into beads, adhered onto TianYa's smooth sword blade, trembled slightly and then, quietly slid down.
A wind blew from somewhere, in the empty space before the Illusory Moon Cave, swayed and swept past, carrying a few light whistles in the wind.
The black gas dissipated, Ghost Li indifferently stood there, the Soul-Absorbing stick glimmering with dark-green light, descended from the sky, he stretched out his hand to catch it.
Just when Ghost Li turned to look at Lu XueQi, Lin JingYu had already turned and appeared beside Lu XueQi, holding that Zhu Xian ancient sword behind him.
Ghost Li's eyes coldly looked at Lin JingYu and then at Anan's face, these two to him were almost the most important people in the world, but in his eyes, they were no different from strangers.
In this world, a lifetime of time, how many people, could accompany till old, never change?
He clenched his teeth, showing his teeth, smiling but proud and aloof, resolute and unyielding, striding forward. That ancient sword, was just ahead, even if it was a bottomless abyss, he would still charge towards it! Ten years of time, ten years of heart-wrenching pain, how could he give it up in one day?
Lin JingYu's face was filled with anger, the Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand glowed again, and at this moment, suddenly Anan stood up straight, although her face looked even paler but her voice was still as clear and moving as before.
"Stop!"
Ghost Li paused for a moment, then looked deeply at Lu XueQi, sternly said, "You move aside!"
Anan's face looked forlorn, said, "You listen to me, go! Never come back. "
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