Zhao Yun's body was guided by the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword. She turned into an afterimage and pounced forward. Suddenly, she heard Ling Ye Lai's questioning voice, "Where did you learn this move?"
Thousands of illusory cold air and tens of thousands of lotus flowers actually stopped the fierce attack. Relying on the mysterious and unfathomable divine power, she floated in front of Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun didn't know where Ling Ye Lai was, but when she heard this, she felt a burst of pleasure. She thought to herself, "You wanted to kill me indiscriminately and didn't let me explain. Now that the grandmaster's heart is missing, you want me to answer? Hmph, why would I answer? "
With a change of thought, her resentment deepened. It matched the hidden bitterness in the "Exquisite Autumn Moon" sword move and merged seamlessly. The sword momentum was endless, flowing horizontally and slanting. It was like an antelope hanging its horn, unfathomable.
He had seen Ling Ye Lai personally practice the sword move many times, so he had a deep understanding of Ling Ye Lai's unique divine power. He knew that although he had inherited the grandmaster's sword intent, he still had little actual combat experience. He also didn't really understand the essence of the Green Lotus Sword Technique. Therefore, he never thought of hurting Ling Ye Lai with this sword move.
Not to mention that he didn't have the ability to hurt Ling Ye Lai, even if he had the ability, how could he bear to hurt Ling Ye Lai?
Although Ling Ye Lai didn't recognize him as a disciple and cut off all ties, how could Zhao Yun forget the past? How could he hurt his master in the slightest?
He just wanted to use the sword to bid his master a final farewell. He wanted to tell her, "Disciple Zhao Yun is unworthy. Can you take a liking to this kind of sword technique?"
Everyone saw Zhao Yun's sword path change abruptly. She turned well-tempered steel into softness, but it didn't reduce the power that shook the heavens and split the earth. They couldn't help but shout, "Good!"
Such a natural change in the sword move, between extreme hardness and extreme softness, was like moving clouds and flowing water. It was flawless, making it hard to predict and even harder to guard against.
If the disciple was already like this, how strong would the master be? Everyone's anticipation was fixed at this moment. They were waiting to see how Ling Ye Lai would respond.
Ling Ye Lai was not surprised that Zhao Yun did not reply. She had treated him like this, so how could she force him to answer? As for his master's matter, he would have to investigate it in another way.
She saw that Zhao Yun's sword intent was dense and that she had fully displayed the wonderful effect of 'Linglong Gazing at the Autumn Moon'. She really could not afford to be distracted and underestimate the enemy. He sighed softly in his heart. "Zhao Yun is talented in the Sword Dao Fruit. In time, she will definitely surpass him. It's a pity that he went astray and acted recklessly. Really???? " He immediately hardened his heart. He concealed his spirit and qi and got rid of all distracting thoughts. Using pure sword intent, he activated the green lotuses and sent them spiraling out with the light circle.
"Linglong Gazing at the Autumn Moon" and "Peach Blossom Pond Is A Thousand Feet Deep"!
The destructive and sharp divine weapon, the cold and merciless sword light, the painful and torturous obsessions, the past, present, and future — everything would collide and be destroyed in an instant.
Boom!
The sword energy that filled the sky danced and shone dazzlingly, stirring up the quiet world into turmoil. Everyone was oppressed by the supreme power and involuntarily retreated.
Hu Qing stretched out her long neck. Her small hands tightly gripped the corner of her clothes. Her face was pale as she waited for the judgment of fate.
Zhao Yun's' Linglong Gazing at the Autumn Moon 'was called a single move, but it was actually a variation of' Peach Blossom Pond '. This single move contained two sword intents, and its power was equivalent to doubling out of thin air.
He thought that even if he was not a match for Ling Ye Lai's skillful and exquisite swordsmanship, he could at least withstand one move with this divine move of his. He could also fall down with a little dignity.
Unfortunately, the depths of Zhao Yun's sea of consciousness were still unable to accept Ling Ye Lai's sudden change in attitude. She was agitated, anxious, and sad. She could not calm down at all, so she neglected the most important point.
Green Lotus Sword Art emphasized sword intent, and the most important thing was to be sincere. Zhao Yun did not have the intention to hurt Ling Ye Lai. From the beginning, there was a flaw in her sword intent. She could not bear it and hesitated. Therefore, no matter how profound the sword move was, it was just empty talk.
The independent Green Lotus Sword Art was not a child's play!
An inaudible sigh came from the mist. Ling Ye Lai's sword drew lotuses. Endless halos were like an unbreakable giant net, absorbing the magical power of 'Linglong Gazing at the Autumn Moon'.
Zhao Yun felt that something was wrong. Her sword heart was greatly shaken. Ling Ye Lai did not show mercy. Her figure was like a lotus rising out of the water. Her divine sword turned into an Ice Mongoose and flew. With a graceful sword, she suddenly reached Zhao Yun's chest.
Zhao Yun could not avoid it. She smiled bitterly and straightened her chest. He looked straight at Ling Ye Lai's clear eyes, but he still could not see any fluctuation in her emotions. His heart was like dead ashes. He said sadly, "Master, you can do it."
"Since the moment you killed Langyun, there is no longer any master-disciple relationship between you and me."
"So, for Song Langyun, I can't even call you master?"
Ling Ye Lai's heartless words were sharper than any divine weapon. In an instant, she cut Zhao Yun into pieces. She crushed her heart and liver, stepped on her brain, and threw her into an inhuman hell.
No matter how strong Zhao Yun's willpower was, she was defeated in an instant. She was unable to bear the torrential sea of bitterness and the turbid world.
Ling Ye Lai was indifferent and did not answer. She raised her hand and the divine sword Ice Mongoose pierced her mercilessly. Dark red blood beads rolled along the white sword. The scorching blood surged with endless resentment. It seemed to burn the bone-chilling divine sword.
Zhao Yun felt no pain when the sword pierced his body. His heart was dead. No matter how much pain his body felt, it was only numbness. He looked at Ling Ye Lai's cold face and smiled. He was about to die. Everything was over.
But what about the people who were alive?
Zhao Yun looked back. There was his senior brother, the vixen sisters, Ye Zhi, and Sister Miao in a place further away. Everything, the unforgettable experience, was about to disappear with the wind.
Ling Ye Lai put away the divine sword Ice Mongoose. Her face was still covered with frost. She stared at Zhao Yun's chest, but her mind was wandering. She said solemnly, "The Qinglian Sect's orthodoxy ends today!"
Zhao Yun felt his divine sense dissipating and his vision becoming blurry. He knew that he was about to die. He quickly gathered his spirit because he still had one last thing to do.
He wriggled his lips with difficulty and said his last words to his master, "Ziwei, you can't trust him! Grandmaster, he???? "
Ling Ye Lai's expression changed drastically. She was about to ask in detail when she felt a strong wind coming from behind her head. She hurriedly dodged. She looked over and saw that the man had a strong back and an ugly face. He was Zhao Yun's senior brother, Duobao.
Duobao was originally full of confidence in Zhao Yun. When he saw Zhao Yun looking back, he saw the life-threatening vermilion mark on his junior brother's chest. He was instantly furious. He performed the Bewitching Body Technique and flew behind Ling Ye Lai. He gathered his strength and punched towards Ling Ye Lai's weak body.
Seeing that his senior brother wanted to entangle with Ling Ye Lai, Zhao Yun forced herself to pull herself together. She used the last of her strength and shouted, "Senior Brother, don't fight with her. I …????"
Zhao Yun was no longer able to support herself when the strong sword aura invaded her heart meridian. Her mind went blank and she fell backward.
Duobao hurriedly held Zhao Yun and anxiously checked on his junior brother's injuries. He no longer had the heart to care about Ling Ye Lai.
Ling Ye Lai summoned the Seven Treasures Lotus Throne and jumped on it. She didn't look at Zhao Yun again and left resolutely. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a shooting star and disappeared. Only the lonely moon on the horizon was left, still lamenting the world.
Hu Qing and Hu Lan's eyes were already blurred by tears. They were scared out of their wits. They were only driven by their undying love and rushed towards Zhao Yun.
"Young Master Zhao!"
Everyone suddenly heard a hoarse cry. Grief seeped into their bones. They all felt grief in their hearts. After looking around, they realized that this person was Ye Feng's younger sister, Ye Zhi.
At this juncture, how could Ye Zhi still be indifferent? She didn't care about being reserved. She ran with all her might and squeezed to Zhao Yun's side. She reached out and caressed Zhao Yun's handsome face.
She felt as if a piece of her heart was cut off. It was extremely painful. Her tears rolled down, but she couldn't call her sweetheart back to life. "I was only worried that I wouldn't live long, so I didn't dare to say love. I didn't expect that Young Master Zhao would leave before me. The heavens are just teasing me. Why do they want Young Master Zhao to lose his life? "
Hu Lan didn't have time to be jealous at this time. She took Zhao Yun's body from Duobao's hands and burst into tears. Her eyes were stained with blood. Every drop of her tears was like a bird crying with deep hatred. It was tragic and sorrowful.
The three women made a show. When the three women cried, it was even more impressive. It wasn't inferior to the previous duel between the two swords.
"Hehe, I said earlier that Zhao Yun would die for killing Dustfree. The Lingyun Temple definitely won't let him off easily. Now you admire this brother's divine foresight, right? "
"Bah, who needs you to show off? Who doesn't know this logic? You don't have any sympathy. Look at how sad those beauties are crying. It's really a pity for such a handsome face and such a high talent in swordsmanship. "
Everyone started discussing, but Ye Feng was secretly amused. He was even more certain of Ye Zhi's intentions. "Little Zhi's actions, heh, Zhao Yun, this brother-in-law, won't be able to escape. However, he's a sentimental person. Getting involved in so many love affairs is enough for Little Zhi to be vexed. Forget it, these love affairs should be left to Little Zhi to deal with. I have to hurry and treat him, so that Little Zhi won't be too sad. "
Ye Feng's eyesight was very good. He had long seen that Ling Ye Lai didn't have the intention to kill, so he didn't stop this confrontation between the master and disciple. "Ling Ye Lai's sword is elegant and graceful. He can retract and release it freely. He has achieved the Samadhi of swordsmanship, but he still lacks some perfection. In the future, he will be a good opponent. "
While thinking, Ye Feng had already arrived in front of Duobao and the others. He smiled and said, "Why are you crying? Little Brother didn't die."
Ye Zhi raised his head in disbelief and said anxiously, "Brother, are you joking?"
"Ling Ye Lai's sword didn't hurt Zhao Yun's heart meridian. After taking this' Blood Coagulation and Foundation Consolidation Pill 'and carefully recuperating for a few days, I guarantee that he will be full of vitality."
Hu Lan's starry eyes were still glistening with tears. She was half-convinced and half-doubtful. She took the elixir from Ye Feng and looked at her sister, who was also full of anticipation. She clenched her silver teeth and put the pill into Zhao Yun's mouth without any hesitation.
"Wah!" Ling Ye Lai stroked the bamboo and looked at the North Sea Wasteland. Suddenly, he vomited a big mouthful of blood.
The moonlight was like the sea and the wind was like a tide. It seemed that it was difficult to dispel this eternal sadness.
A slender and white hand suddenly stretched out and embraced Ling Ye Lai's thin and jade-like body.
Ling Ye Lai raised his head in amazement and saw that the person who had arrived was holding a jade flute. Her long skirt was dragging behind her. Her facial features were picturesque. She was the chief disciple of the Wonderful Sound Sect, the 'Lilac Fairy', Hua Nishang. He asked in surprise, "Sister Hua, why have you come to the banks of the Xiang River?"
Hua Nishang sighed and said, "It seems that you have spent a lot of effort to have a falling out between master and disciple tonight. You didn't even realize that I was following you. You look so haggard and sad. It really makes my heart ache. "
Ling Ye Lai shook his head and broke free from Hua Nishang's embrace. He said firmly, "It's okay. I just cleaned up a wicked disciple. It can't be considered a lot of effort."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
