The disciples of the Ten Great Sects quietly covered themselves and surrounded Zhao Yun. They looked vigilant, afraid that Zhao Yun would take advantage of the chaos to escape. They saw Zhao Yun lying on the ground. They did not know whether she was dead or alive, but they thought that her swordsmanship was superb. If she suddenly attacked and insisted on escaping, they would not be able to stop her. It was very likely that they would lose their lives in vain. They could not help but shrink back.
Although Zhao Yun's sword cut off the dilemma, it also shattered the master-disciple relationship. When he saw the bitter smile on Ling Ye Lai's face, he suddenly lost his soul. There was only a voice in his heart that kept shouting, "I hurt Master, I hurt Master!"
Not only did that sword stab into Ling Yelai's chest, it had also ruthlessly pierced into his own chest, creating a bloody hole in his heart. Even if he could explain the misunderstanding in the future, thousands of reasons could not erase the fact that he stabbed her. He would never forgive himself.
Therefore, when Ziwei's palm came, he was muddle-headed and did not have any intention of defending. His face was covered in blood as he lay on the ground. He even hoped that Ziwei's palm would hit him harder, so that the pain in his body could cover the pain in his heart. Only by hurting himself could he slightly reduce the guilt in his heart.
The idle voices of the people kept ringing in his ears, "Why is Zhao Yun lying on the ground motionless? She couldn't have been killed by the Lingyun Temple Master's palm, right?"
Zhao Yun suddenly stood up in shock, "How is Ling Ye Lai's injury? My sword did not stab her vitals, right? "
In the beginning, he couldn't control his strength at all. Even though he had hurriedly pulled back his hand when it pierced Ling Yelai's chest, he really didn't have any confidence in Ling Yelai's condition.
Raising his eyes, he saw a dense mass of people's heads. It was difficult to find the figure he wanted to see. Anxious, he used the Riding the Cloud Chasing the Moon Art and flew up to the collapsed half of the stage. Looking down from above, he looked in the direction where the people from the Lingyun Temple were standing. He saw that the green-robed girl was already being protected by the Lingyun Temple's disciples. She was sitting in a corner, recuperating.
Looking at Ling Ye Lai's condition, she closed her eyes slightly and circulated her energy freely. It seemed that she was fine. Only then did Zhao Yun calm down. However, the hatred in her eyes intensified. "Master, I really deserve to die!"
Coincidentally, Ling Ye Lai seemed to have sensed something. She suddenly opened her clear eyes and met Zhao Yun's gaze.
They were caught off guard and embarrassed by each other, but they were reluctant to part. They forced themselves to remain calm and cherished this silent meeting. The two of them looked at each other. There was guilt, relief, pain, and joy. Each of them had their own feelings in their hearts.
When the crowd saw that Zhao Yun had returned to the stage as if nothing had happened, the boiling oil that had not cooled down in the first place became even hotter. It directly exploded, and the raging flames burned even more fiercely. "This is great. Even Fairy Ling can't do anything to Zhao Yun. Who among the younger generation can subdue him? It seems that the Ten Great Sect Leaders have no choice but to go back on their words! "
"It's good that she's fine. I, I can finally be at ease. "
Knowing that they were surrounded by strong enemies, it was not the time to be distracted. Zhao Yun tried her best to calm her mind and shouted loudly, "Come down. Who's here to die? I advise you to be straightforward. The Ten Great Sect Leaders can come together! "
The blood on his face had not dried yet. His eyes, nose, and cheeks were all dazzling scarlet. Especially that eye-catching scar, it added a touch of ferocity to his arrogant attitude, making him look even more sinister and terrifying.
The crowd of heroes was afraid that they would get into trouble, so they kept quiet for a while. They could only wait for the Ten Great Sect Leaders' 'revenge'.
The Ten Great Sect Leaders had been discussing for a while. Although it was not difficult to punish Zhao Yun, due to the restraint and suspicion of each sect, none of them were willing to surrender Zhao Yun. It was difficult to reach a common decision for the time being.
Xu Lianghu stomped his feet. He looked at Zhao Yun and said hatefully, "We can only blame ourselves for underestimating Zhao Yun's strength. We spoke too confidently. Now we are really hesitant. We can only watch him be arrogant in front of everyone, but we can't do anything to him. "
Luo Laisheng said, "This matter should not be delayed for too long. Otherwise, all the people present will think that our Ten Great Sect Leaders are not brave and not astute. I think we can first order the disciples of each sect to unite on the stage and subdue Zhao Yun. As for who Zhao Yun will belong to, let's postpone the discussion. "
Ling Su suddenly said, "If Zhao Yun did not appear, the Myriad Immortals Assembly would have ended long ago. Shuiyue Nunnery has no interest in who Zhao Yun belongs to, so we will take our leave first. "
Ling Su had been silent since the beginning of the Myriad Immortals Assembly. No one expected her first words to be farewell. She regarded the imperial mausoleum's secret treasures as worn-out shoes and took the initiative to give up the qualification. This really made the other Nine Great Sect Leaders stunned.
Luo Laisheng thought, "Shuiyue Nunnery's power has been declining since Wang Shengnan's disappearance. Now there are only two master and disciple left. Although it is still ranked as one of the Ten Great Sects, it is unknown whether Wang Shengnan is alive or dead. Everyone kept Shuiyue Nunnery's position because of her. Wang Shengnan overshadowed all the heroes in the world and tried to expand her power. As Wang Shengnan's successor, Ling Su acted differently from her master. The reason for this is really strange. "
Master Shenying thought, "This is related to the future restructuring of the Immortal Grove. Ling Su can actually let go without any reluctance. This kind of state where you don't have to worry about anything is hard to come by, and it makes me feel ashamed. I can't wholeheartedly follow Buddha. I have chanted countless sutras but I still went against the Buddha's order. "
Ziwei thought, "Ling Su's divination is unparalleled in the world. She can predict good and bad luck and see the future. It is almost on par with Da Shixiong's' Dragon and Tiger Gazing at Aura Technique '. Could it be that Ling Su has already calculated that Zhao Yun has no clue about the imperial mausoleum, so she pretended to be generous? "
Xu Lianghu's strength was the weakest among the Ten Great Sect Leaders. He looked at the other sects joining forces and felt that he was alone. Seeing that Ling Su was about to leave, he thought, "Could it be that Ling Su feels that she can't compete with the other sects, so she left quietly? If she has something on her mind, it must be because of this. I have to win her over to the same side so that I can win the right to speak. "He quickly advised," The show has not started yet. Why are you in such a hurry? If you leave now, I am afraid that Shuiyue Nunnery will misunderstand that you are afraid of Zhao Yun. "
Ling Su said without hesitation, "Let it be a misunderstanding. What does it matter? Ling Su will leave now. See you again, Taoist brothers. " Without waiting for the others to reply, she tried to control her Qi and soared into the sky. Suddenly, she looked at the sky in a panic. Her face was full of disbelief. Her limbs went limp and all the strength in her body seemed to have disappeared.
"Little brat!"
Beyond the Nine Heavens, a coquettish voice was heard without any warning.
This voice was????
Sister Miao!
Zhao Yun was petrified. He did not dare to raise his head but he was anxious to verify it. He could not believe it but he was full of expectations. He raised his head with great difficulty.
He only hoped that it was not his hallucination and that it was not his imagination.
If this was a dream, then let this dream be longer so that he could remember it more clearly.
A beautiful fairy descended from the starry sky. She had big eyes, curved eyebrows, and red lips. She was dressed in a blue long dress that wrapped around her body, making her even more breathtaking.
Her unforgettable face, especially the coquettish look that flowed in her eyes, was unique and unforgettable to Zhao Yun.
Other than Fairy Qihua Zhang Miao, who else could have such a temperament? Who else could call out to him with such lingering feelings when she called him little brat?
"Little brat, what's wrong? Don't you recognize me? Or have you forgotten me after not seeing me for so long? "
Zhang Miao stood two hundred feet away from Zhao Yun. She smiled and looked at Zhao Yun in a daze.
Ling Su regained her senses from her palpitations and shouted anxiously, "Miao 'er, why are you here? Come down from the stage! Let's go back to Mount Tianhua! "
Zhang Miao tilted her head towards Ling Su and smiled bitterly, "I've mastered the Nine Forms of Alioth. There's no need for me to go into seclusion for three years. Master, you've tricked me! "
Ling Su was about to move when Zhang Miao's firm voice sounded in her ears, "Master, don't move. Otherwise, I'll die in front of you immediately. You know that Miao 'er means what she says. "
"Miao 'er, you????" Ling Su saw that there was no doubt in Zhang Miao's eyes. She could not say what she wanted to say. She could not help but think of the tragic scene that she could not bear. Her whole body broke out in cold sweat as if she was trapped in an icicle. She could not even breathe.
Zhang Miao turned her gaze back to Zhao Yun, "Little brat, why aren't you saying anything? Do you not like to see me? "
It's really Sister Miao!
I'm not dreaming!
How many days and nights have I missed you? How many times have I met you in my dreams? How many times have I woken up from my dreams?
It's so sad and miserable. Finally, I've waited until the time to see you again.
When we meet again, it's not in vain. I've walked through life and death.
Zhao Yun's tears finally flowed out of her eyes. She shouted out the most passionate feelings in her heart, "Sister Miao!"
"Little brat, so you still remember me."
Zhang Miao sighed faintly. She took light steps and slowly moved towards Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun could no longer hold it in. He instantly flew to Zhang Miao's side and hugged her tightly.
He was afraid that his happiness would disappear. He used up all his strength and hugged her tightly.
His heart was filled with joy. It was as if he had the satisfaction of the world.
The tears in his eyes flowed continuously. Only tears of joy could express the thousands of words in his heart.
Luo Yihong's eyes were also filled with tears. She stared blankly at the two people who were hugging happily. She suddenly realized that she was standing in a lonely world, swinging sadly on the unaccompanied swing. "So, she's the person in your heart. If the heavens have compassion, they send the mighty wind to send hatred to the ends of the world. What gentleness, what deep affection. Zhang Miao, you're actually so lucky. But I can only stand silently by the side, watching you hug each other, watching myself cry. "
At the same time, pearl-like tears rolled down from Jun Shuke's eyes. He finally understood why Zhao Yun risked her life and refused to leave Skywind Valley. "You're willing to pay the price of your life for an illusory chance of meeting? What a deep affection! No wonder the most beautiful body in the world is placed in front of you. You can do whatever you want, but you can't shake your heart. "
When the crowd saw Fairy Qihua and Zhao Yun hugging each other tightly, they were all shocked and at a loss.
How could the devastatingly beautiful Righteous Fairy be involved with Zhao Yun, this evil star?
While they were stunned and puzzled, they suddenly saw Zhao Yun's stunned and puzzled face.
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