After Jiang Liechen finished his first move, his next one was the same. However, this time, his strength was much more tyrannical than before. Every finger contained an enormous amount of strength, penetrating the victim's skin and bones. The sound of wind breaking through the air could be heard, but there was always a hollow sound at the end. An Yesun watched as small holes appeared on his body, but there was nothing he could do. Every finger passed through his body, deliberately avoiding his heart, lungs, and other vital points. His entire body was in intense pain, but he couldn't die immediately. He could only endure the torture. Strands of blood seeped out from the holes, and before long, he was covered in blood.
Jiang Liechen still felt that his torture wasn't cruel enough. He waved his sleeve vigorously, bringing out a gust of wind. At the same time, the wind swept up the candles in the hall and wrapped them together. He struck out with his sleeve, and the flames gathered into a large fireball, which he threw at An Yesun. It first touched the bottom of his robe and climbed up.
An Yesun's clothes were extremely easy to ignite. Once it came into contact with the source of the fire, it spread at an astonishing speed. Before long, it had reached his waist. He only felt his skin and flesh being scorched. The tongue of fire collided with the ornaments on his body, creating a crackling sound. His clothes stuck to his body and burned his skin, creating a continuous hissing sound. His entire body was immersed in scalding heat. The pain was as if his entire body was being torn apart into countless pieces of flesh. This was especially true for the holes on his body that were first penetrated. Once the tongue of fire burned, it was so painful that he almost suffocated.
However, his consciousness was still extremely clear. He could only watch helplessly as the flames engulfed him. In the end, he was helpless. That kind of despair and pain was unparalleled. His heart constricted, becoming tighter and tighter. His throat seemed to be forcefully choked, making it difficult to breathe. His breathing became more and more hurried, but the air he could breathe in became less and less. The only part of his body that could still move was his neck. He could only raise his head to avoid the corrosion of the flames.
However, this action didn't even have the effect of slowing down the flames. The tongue of fire quickly reached his chest, and a wave of heat assaulted his face. At this time, he truly felt the intense pain of his heart being burned. It was as if his heart was burning and smoking, and the smoke had to be vented.
Originally, he was trying his best to keep up appearances in front of Jiang Liechen, trying his best not to cry out in pain. He didn't even show any expression of pain. But now, he couldn't take it anymore. He raised his head and cried out miserably, "Ah … Ah … Ah! … Ahhhh!! But his shout didn't last very long. The flame crossed his chest and quickly leaped up to his throat. It seemed to cut off his voice and gradually covered his mouth. He plugged his nostrils. An Yesun looked up at the dome, then down again. He wanted to take another look at the folding fan that he had used since he was a child. His entire life had been filled with bloodshed and hardships, and only this cold and silent weapon had always been by his side. Before he could settle down, the flames covered his eyes and curled around his hair. The last image that appeared in An Yesun's mind was Chu Menglin's gentle smile, but it was also forever frozen at this moment.
Everyone saw that his entire body was on fire, and even his hair was caught in the fire. He had completely lost his human form, and could only see a twisted ball of fire. Wisps of white smoke floated out from the flames and circled around his body. The Devil Cult's candle flame was hotter than ordinary furnace fire. But not long after he was completely wrapped up, the flame became smaller and smaller, and finally extinguished itself. An Yesun was not only burned to ashes, not even a handful of ashes was left.
He had been arrogant all his life, and yet he died in such a miserable state. Just like a falling meteor, he died noiselessly. Not even a word of his last words, not even a single relic was left in this world. Perhaps only the remains of the folding fan scattered on the ground could serve as a trace that he had once been alive.
No one could tell what he was thinking at the moment before he died. Was it regret that he had failed to kill Jiang Liechen in the end? Was it unwillingness that he had finally failed to kill him? Was it an accusation of an unjust fate? Or was it relief that he could finally reunite with Chu Menglin? His life had been too bitter. There was nothing he could ask for, but he couldn't get it. Everything he had bitterly clung to turned to dust in the end. Perhaps after he reincarnated, he would be able to wait for a time of peace and prosperity. He would be born into an ordinary family and play around. When he grew up, he would marry and have children. His family would be harmonious. That would be enough for him.
Although most of the onlookers had deep hatred for An Yesun, seeing him die so miserably, they let go of their grievances. No one even mentioned the word "retribution." Instead, they hoped that he would be able to rest in peace after death.
Jiang Liechen slowly withdrew his hand. When An Yesun was suffering from the flames, his gaze had been fixed on him without blinking. His own heart felt as if it was being gnawed at by the leaping flames. He recalled the two of them once shared a heart-to-heart friendship, as well as the various scattered fragments of their time together. Although he had always been vicious and merciless, treating human lives like grass, in reality, An Yesun was the person he was most unwilling to harm in the world. His heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife. It also affected his surging inner breath. With a "pu" sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood and dripped to the ground.
Everyone had been shocked by An Yesun's tragic death. For a moment, no one paid attention to the Devil Cult Hierarch who was struggling at death's door. It was only when they heard the sound of blood dripping that they came to their senses. Li Yijie was filled with righteous indignation. He slowly pulled out his long sword and held it horizontally in front of his chest. He said word by word, "Jiang Liechen, in the past, people said that you were a heartless devil. I didn't believe them completely. Today, it seems that they didn't wrong you in the slightest. You even killed the brother you said you cared about the most with your own hands! An Yesun is indeed a heinous criminal, but when it comes to your actions, you are a thousand times, no, ten thousand times more repulsive than him! "
Jiang Liechen's five fingers fiercely clenched the frame. He said in a low voice, "Shut up! Li Yijie, you don't have the right to mention his name. Coming from your mouth is also an insult to him. "Li Yijie sneered," What? You just killed him and now you're regretting it? "
Jiang Liechen coldly said, "I never regret my actions. Even if he dies, he will always be my most cherished brother, my friend. No one can replace him! I just can't watch him stay with you righteous thieves and ruin his great future for no reason. I'd rather kill him before he's deeply tainted, so that he can remain pure and unblemished until he dies! I won't allow anyone to humiliate him after his death! "
Li Yijie angrily said, "I really don't agree with your words. You killed him so viciously, but you say it's to prevent him from going down the wrong path? Don't you understand that when a person dies, all things come to an end? What do you mean by having a bright future become a golden millet dream? An Yesun is right. You really are a lunatic born of wild ambition! Is this how you treat your brother? "
Jiang Liechen said, "You don't know what's good for you! Ask yourself honestly, when I became sworn brothers with you, other than hiding my identity from you, when have I ever treated you badly? Is this how you repay me? " When he spoke, his expression was normal, but in reality, he was trying his best to suppress the heterogeneous true qi that was rampaging back and forth in his body. His abdomen felt like it was being twisted. At this moment, he was so agitated that he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Someone shouted, "Everyone, together!" The righteous people rushed forward like a tide, surrounding Jiang Liechen in the center. Li Yijie, however, was startled by his sudden question just now.
He carefully thought about it. The reason he broke off his friendship with him was because he was taught by his master that there was a difference between righteous and evil. But from the time they first met, he traveled with him and his martial sister to find the Tears of Severing Soul. He didn't have any evil intentions and even helped him solve a lot of problems. Indeed, he didn't do anything that was truly unfair to him. If that was the case, it would really seem like he was being ungrateful.
However, he was indeed a great devil of an evil cult. Could it be that he would become sworn brothers with him just because of some small favors in the past? He was mentally and physically exhausted and in a dilemma. He was the only one left standing in the crowd.
While he was still deep in thought, he heard a series of urgent calls, "Xueer, Xueer, are you alright?" Li Yijie was still very concerned about Nangong Xue, so he immediately turned around and ran towards the source of the voice. It was very convenient to find someone in the hall at this time. He saw Lu Qian holding Nangong Xue in his arms. The two of them were standing in a corner. Nangong Xue's face was deathly pale, her eyes were wide open, but her gaze was unfocused. She couldn't help but gently shake her head. Li Yijie saw this and didn't have time to care about Lu Qian's posture. He anxiously asked, "What happened to Xueer?" Lu Qian said, "If only I knew, that would be good."
Li Yijie thought, "What else could it be? Xueer must have seen An Yesun die so miserably and was greatly affected … "But right now he didn't have time to be jealous. Lu Qian hurriedly sent him away and said, "Alliance Master Li, I'll take care of Xueer. You quickly go and deal with Jiang Liechen. It's not easy to wait until he's seriously injured. If we miss this time, I don't know how many people will get this kind of opportunity. " Li Yijie and Lu Qian were not on good terms, but the incident had happened too quickly. Right now he could feel the same hatred as anyone in the hall. Without hesitation he said, "Alright, then I'll leave it to you!" Finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the battlefield.
By this time the Decent Faction people had already surrounded Jiang Liechen in three layers inside and three layers outside. In their hands were strange weapons that they had never seen before. Li Yijie saw that half of the weapons shelves were empty, so he knew that the weapons the Devil Cult had hidden were of the highest quality, so he conveniently took them. The Decent Faction people besieged him. The front row advanced in a circle, while the back row looked for opportunities and from time to time thrust their swords horizontally. Killing the Devil Cult's Hierarch was a great merit, so naturally everybody wanted a share of it.
Jiang Liechen exchanged a palm strike with the enemy in front of him, then immediately turned around and swung his sword to parry the long saber coming at his back. Taking advantage of the momentum, he pulled out his sword and cut open the enemy's stomach on his right. His martial art skill was indeed very high. Although he was seriously injured and could not display more than thirty percent of his power, he was still able to move around freely under the siege of more than a hundred enemies, and in between he killed several Decent Faction martial art masters. A disciple couldn't squeeze into the battle, so he cursed from the outside, "Jiang Liechen, you're not the only one who knows how to torture people! When your strength is exhausted, I'll make sure you die more miserably than that Cruel Fiend Star! "
Jiang Liechen was under siege, but unexpectedly he still had time to reply. With a cold laugh he said, "Don't joke around, Decent Faction's little thieves all want to kill me for the sake of Yun Xing Lang? Since when did you have such a deep friendship with him? But he is my brother, I don't need you to redress his injustice. "
The 'Yun Xing Lang', three characters, was a nickname given to An Yesun by the Five Poison Cult's Hierarch Ji Qiannian. For some unknown reason, Jiang Liechen suddenly blurted out this name.
Li Yijie struggled to move to the front row. As soon as he parried Jiang Liechen's sword, he shouted, "It has nothing to do with him! We only agreed to let him fight you one on one, but you, this devil head, must be killed. Since he did not get what he wanted, we will take his place! "His sword brandished several sword flowers, enveloping Jiang Liechen's sword power.
With a cold laugh Jiang Liechen said, "Actually, I don't care. But you have chosen the stupidest tactic. Besieging me like this will only speed up your own death. " With a flip of his wrist, he twisted his sword and knocked Li Yijie's sword away. Just as he was feeling complacent, his back suddenly suffered a heavy impact. The impact was extremely heavy, directly striking him until he saw stars. His heart also felt like it was going to come out of his mouth. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Li Yijie's sword flashed and stabbed in front of his face. Jiang Liechen turned a blind eye to him. With his palm pressed against his chest, he strenuously turned around. He saw a tall and thin old man standing behind him. His face was full of killing intent, his face was as stiff as iron sheet. His hands were holding a mourning staff. Seeing him turn around, he casually clasped his hands and said with a fake smile, "Sheng Hierarch, long time no see. How have you been, Senior?"
Li Yijie raised his sword and pointed it at Jiang Liechen's back. He was on full alert. As soon as Jiang Liechen made the slightest move, he would immediately take the initiative.
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