655 Willpower Was The Way Of The Emperor (1/2)
Dongyi
The rass hut beneath the hill outside the city was just as quiet as before There was no sword light, no sind, and no sound of a blade cutting through the air There was only silence It was now deep into spring The ti sun shone down on theup an endless wave of steayi into a wet heat Fortunately, the sea breeze never stopped and was able to dissipate so Mountain three years ago, the place where the disciples of the Sword Hut practiced their sword skills was moved outside No one dared to disrupt the sword saint deep in the Hut tending to his injuries, which hy the Hut would appeared so quiet The air was filled with shapeless water vapor Following the cooling of the sun, it sank toward the ground and slowly lay across sword blades and scrap radually set, the faint red light shone into the depths of the Sword Hut and fell over the large pit It clearly illu a blood red color into them like a drop of blood
From somewhere, few flies flew in and curiously flew around the sword pitsound These creatures didn't knohat status and reputation this pit and the swords in it represented They just instinctively stared the red water droplets on the swords, feeling confused Why did these blood drops not carry a trace of the bloody stench they liked?
It arreat deal Only then were these flies brave enough to dance around In the dark room beside the sword mound, there was an iciness that was different from the environment outside Perhaps it was because the rooht for radually inching toward death and giving off a fearful chill
In the room, there were no flies, no spiders, and no webs No mosquitoes dared to bite the person covered by a thick blanket In the corner of a snohite war, there was a fingernail-sized long-legfixedly at the person under the blankets
The long-legged s occasionally stroked its own gradually drying body, res appeared particularly weak Its entire body was an unhealthy brown color It looked like its life force was all gone and was almost just a shell
It had not floay because it had not found someone to feed on in the Sword Hut All of the people in the Sword Hut seee power If the mosquito came close to their bodies, it would be pushed back and shocked by a shapeless obstacle
Only the al-leggedfro such a hot day, it was so cold that the mosquito almost couldn't endure it anymore
But, it continued to endure because it knew that the person was going to die Noas they were dead, they would become blood and flesh It needed the blood, and the flies outside needed the flesh
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Under the thick blankets, Sigu Jian's entire body was icy cold and shook uncontrollably Each tih the wound on his chest Three years ago, he had been punched by the Qing Emperor's Way of the Emperor One of his aro, he had been stabbed twice in the chest by the Shadow Even though Fei Jie's poison had frozen his injuries, there was still no chance of survival
He should have died long ago, but he didn't He just kept his eyes open, staring woodenly at the snohite wall and long-legged mosquito in the corner He watched it treive up and fall from the wall
The emotions in the Great Grandmaster's eyes were indifferent and cal in the world, including the last phase of life and the terrible fear between life and death
In this pair of eyes, there was not a trace of the violent killing intent he had when he killed a hundred Tiger Guards, the bloody sword intent he had when he massacred the manor, to the battle intent that had shot out mercilessly There wasn't even a trace of the ao, he stared at ants under the large tree There was only caled u Jian refused to die because he aiting for sohtly war u Jian didn't waste the last of his life to glance at hi He knew that since he had hurried back, he would tell hidou and turned toward Weizhou He then headed straight for Ten Fae He had been on the road for days and finally yi He didn't waste a singleto the Sword Hut Under Yun Zhilan's rather indifferent gaze, he pushed open there doors and entered Accou Jian's side
He looked at Sigu Jian's head sticking out from under the thick blankets He only now realized how thin this sword-saint and Great Grandh he had three layers of blankets, he still took up very little space It u Jian still being alive despite his plight made Fan Xian feel surprised He looked at the old and indifferent face and said, ”Without refreshi+ng one's Qi, one's for to nourishE of the secret in his heart, at the first instant, Fan Xian began to recite, line by line, the Unnamed Martial Secret he had practiced since childhood He recited it clearly and fervently
The Unnamed Martial Secret was split into two volumes In Fan Xian's life, he had only cultivated the first voluhly ress with it These words were etched into his u Jian's bed, it only took him the space of a few breaths
He didn't have to think about whether Sigu Jian would understand or if he would reh he was about to die, he was still a Great Grandradually withdrew fro at the eaze becaradually gave off light, gloith light and burning with an incredible heat
Fan Xian closed his mouth and stood silently and calu Jian was able to tell that the heart of this uni qi he was reciting was the true tyrannical spell of the Qing Ehter with Fan Xian's recitation and faded as he stopped talking
”How do I cultivate the second volume?” Fan Xian asked respectfully with his head lowered
”Can't,” Sigu Jian's voice was extremely weak and raspy, but his ansas firm
Fan Xian was not disappointed and continued to ask calmly, ”But, the Emperor cultivated the second volume as the Way of the Emperor”