Under the shackles of the night, a cool breeze blew gently. Under the cold moonlight, the snow-white long blade glowed with a faint light, shooting straight into Wang Lang's eyes, making his pupils look exceptionally bright. Although the blade was pressed against his throat, Wang Lang did not have a trace of fear. From the time he was captured at Huo Huan Tang to the current battle between the master and disciples on the Way of Qian Yuan, he had already had enough time to think everything through. He had already let go. Perhaps it was even earlier. When he crippled his own legs that day, he had already chased away the fear in his heart.
Zhao Yun was furious that Tianqin used her master's life as a threat, cursing: "Despicable and shameless, quickly let go of my master!" While checking on Duobao's injuries, she saw that the Hidden Fire Blade was stabbed into his shoulder, but there was not a trace of blood flowing out. She hastily used her strength to pull it out. The blade had pierced deeply into his flesh, Zhao Yun was powerless, how could she pull it out?
Duobao made a sound, hinting for his junior brother to walk to the side. He took a deep breath, his body suddenly shook, and the Hidden Fire Blade was sent flying. His left hand was gradually losing feeling, and the pain in his shoulder was clamoring, but he did not care, his eyes did not even look at the wound. His eyes were only looking in one direction, looking at his master who did not even frown in the midst of the blade's light.
Hong Yun fought Duobao for a long time without being able to take him down, and was feeling anxious. She did not expect Tianqin to take drastic measures, immediately breaking the deadlock. She could not help but be overjoyed, praising: "Good disciple, your brain is really good. Benzun did not dote on you for nothing. "She then turned towards Duobao and laughed:" Little trash, do you see, your master's life is almost gone. As long as you move, Benzun dares to guarantee that you will see your master's head fall to the ground. "
"Mute, don't be silly, why do you care about Benzun! While you still have strength, quickly take Zhao Yun away! " Wang Lang's hurried voice reached Zhao Yun and Duobao's ears, and their hearts shook, but how could they be willing to abandon their master and escape?
Tianqin laughed evilly: "Stinky old dog, you talk too much. Do you think I'm just scaring you and won't dare to kill you? " As he spoke, he moved the long saber against Wang Lang's throat a little closer. The cold saber Qi rushed straight towards Wang Lang's nose. It could cut open Wang Lang's throat in the blink of an eye, causing blood to flow freely.
Wang Lang smiled, "Is that so? Then as you wish. "Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force on his head and fiercely slammed it against the blade. In the cold silence, the sharp blade decisively drew an arc that separated Yin and Yang. It ruthlessly adjusted the blood droplets that kept bursting out of the blood vessels. It ignored the affectionate and apologetic drops and sent them all into the endless cycle of reincarnation. It did not even leave a sigh behind.
Hong Yun frowned and scolded in exasperation, "Tianqin, is there something wrong with your brain? Why did you really kill him? Now that this old fellow is dead, how am I supposed to explain this to the Sect Master? You idiot, you've become so lawless just because I praised you a little? "
Tian Qin anxiously explained: "No, Golden Elder, I did not move at all. It was this old bastard who was seeking death. God knows why he went crazy! " He was afraid that Hong Yun would not believe him, so he immediately withdrew his long blade and hurriedly said: "Yu Tian and Yu Yi are by my side. They can testify for me."
"That's right, I was courting death. If I didn't die, why would those two idiotic disciples escape first? But, this is the Lingyun Temple. If we delay any longer, Golden Elder Wu Hen will return. Even if we want to escape, we won't have any chance. " Wang Lang could no longer speak. Fresh blood flowed out from his throat like saliva condensed from the blood tears of a canary. He used the last of his body temperature to build a shelter for his young chick.
Yes, I can choose not to commit suicide because the death of the Young Sect Master has nothing to do with me. Even if the Sect Master is angry with Zhao Yun, he won't kill me. But, if we go to the Tianyuan Sect, Zhao Yun will definitely die! Yes, it's useless even if I commit suicide. Zhao Yun is already powerless and Mute is already seriously injured. There's no way we can escape. But, if I don't commit suicide, they won't even be willing to escape! Even if there's only a one in a million chance, I'm willing to try. Because they are my disciples!
What is the purpose of a person's life? Come, live, and love. That's enough. My aptitude is mediocre and ordinary, but I have two outstanding disciples. The heavens have already given me the greatest glory, so I have no regrets in death!
There was only calmness and satisfaction in Wang Lang's eyes. At the last moment before he lost consciousness, he looked lovingly at the simple and adorable Duobao and the lofty Zhao Yun. From now on, the wind is strong and the waves are strong. Both of you have to live well!
Blood dyed the stretcher red, and it also dyed Duobao's eyes red. It happened so suddenly that he wasn't prepared at all. He never thought that his master, who had been with him day and night, would die in front of him. In the blink of an eye, his master's face was devoid of life. The person who never got angry when he played with him died just like that. The person who didn't complain about his loud snoring and always tolerated him for causing trouble died just like that. The person whom he called master but always regarded as his father died just like that!
Duobao, who never knew what tears were, suddenly had tears in his eyes. Big drops of tears fell down. When the tears fell into his mouth, there was no trace of taste. He couldn't even feel the bitterness.
"Master!" A long, mournful howl came out of Duobao's mouth. Even Qing Yue, who was used to seeing the vicissitudes of life in the sky, couldn't bear it. She hurriedly pulled a cloud to cover her sad eyes and hid most of her body.
Everyone from the Heavenly Yuan Sect was astonished. They had clearly heard the word "master", and it had clearly come from the dark-skinned brat's mouth. But that kid was obviously mute. How could he suddenly open his mouth and speak? While they were still guessing, Wukong suddenly exclaimed, "Look, this chimpanzee has become smaller again."
Duobao's body quickly shrank in the midst of the howl. His body, which had expanded by three times, returned to his original size in an instant. The thick hair on his face also disappeared quickly.
Red Cloud was experienced and knowledgeable. She explained to everyone, "This little bastard mutated for some unknown reason. His strength increased by ten times. Now that the time for mutation is up, this little bastard changed back. Damn it, Tianqin, you stupid pig. I could have taken care of him immediately, but you killed an old thing. Go and explain to the Sect Leader yourself. "
Tianqin was full of grievances. He thought to himself, "Didn't I see that you couldn't take care of him? You just praised me, and now you're scolding me when you see that something is wrong. My flattery really hit the nail on the head. " He was still cursing in his heart when he suddenly saw a black shadow flash in front of him. A cold wind blew past his neck. When he opened his eyes, Duobao's angry eyes appeared in his pupils. Tianqin was stunned. He thought to himself, "This kid is so fast. I didn't even notice when he came over."
Before he finished his thought, Tianqin found that Duobao's fist had already penetrated his head. A large amount of blood red, white, and green mucus gushed out from the hole in his head. Tianqin refused to believe it. "How can it be? He's so fast!" His body fell to the ground. He was killed by Duobao with one punch.
Beside Tianqin, Yu Tian and the others, who were still carrying Wang Lang's body on the stretcher, couldn't believe their eyes. Golden Venerable Red Cloud's favorite disciple, Tianqin, was killed in one move!
While everyone was still stunned, Duobao had already jumped onto the stretcher. He held his master's body with his left hand and used his right hand to wipe the blood on Wang Lang's neck with his tattered sleeve. Yu Tian and the others hurriedly abandoned the stretcher and took out their horsetail whisks. They focused their attention on guarding against Duobao's attack.
Although Wang Lang was already dead, blood was still flowing out. Duobao wiped more and more blood, and one of his sleeves was completely dyed red.
Since he couldn't wipe it clean, he didn't bother. He might as well let the blood flow even more fiercely.
"Yiwu!" Duobao's eyes flashed. He exerted a little force on his feet, and his body flew up like a ghost. He stretched out his right hand and punched Yu Tian's chest.
Yu Tian didn't have time to block. He felt his vision blur, and a big hole appeared in his chest. He didn't even have time to express the pain before he helplessly fell to the ground. Five breaths later, fresh blood gushed out and sprayed into the air.
Although the blood fountain was spectacular, in the eyes of the people of the Tianyuan Sect, it was not as red as the blood on Duobao's tattered sleeve.
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