Chapter 394 (1/2)
The rain of blood was flying. Ning dodge stood with a sword. Facing the flying blood shadow across the street, he was in a mess in a green Taoist robe. His left hand was powerless and curled up. It had become withered below his elbow.
Although it has been known that making blood demons and blood shadows in the dead area in Siyi is very dangerous and difficult, only when they really fight, Ning Daoqi deeply understands their horror.
These blood shadows are invisible and hard to hurt by swords. Even the highly condensed Qi is only the end of being eaten by corrosion.
Only the masters of the grand master level can kill these blood shadows by condensing their own unique spiritual cultivation on the weapons and turning them into peerless sword and sword. Even the grand master can only face three or four blood shadows. If the number is a little more, they will be easily attacked by the blood shadows and turn into dry corpses and bones.
”Ning Daoyou...” a middle-aged man with an ugly face beside him sighed: ”if you can survive, please help me plant some white chrysanthemums on the land of my hometown. The three young disciples are still young. I hope brother Ning will take care of them a little for my face!”
”Brother Fu!” Ning dodge looked back and wanted to say something, but he could only be silent.
Fu Cailin said with a long smile, ”Ning Daoyou doesn't have to be sad for me...” he stroked the huge wound running through his chest to his back and said calmly: ”the brilliance of life has never been tarnished by death. In my life, I have been trying to find and think about this mysterious and unknown thing, and moved by the greatness of life.”
”But when I saw the existence of blood demons, I suddenly woke up... I have been using Kendo to understand and find the mystery of life, but I have forgotten that it is around us. I use the sword to praise and praise the greatness of life, but when I saw them destroyed and destroyed, I was unable to protect it.”
”From that moment on, my sword is not only to understand and discover the beauty of the world, but also to protect the touch and beauty.”
”Fu Cailin is willing to die for this...” Yi's swordsmanship blooms in his hands. His humble life is the ugliest thing, but it is also the most beautiful thing, small and grand, fragile and strong.
Yi swordsmanship is a unique skill that integrates chess theory into swordsmanship. However, in Fu Cailin's hands, the most essential thing is his moving on life. Its essence lies in the combination of wholehearted and spiritual feeling with sword. The external feeling is empty and the spiritual feeling is real. Its essence is to appreciate and taste with the attitude of a bystander.
But at this moment, Fu Cailin gave up the onlooker's mentality and really immersed himself in the praise of life. He seemed to smell the faint bitter and salty fragrance in his memory, smell the taste of bean rice and pickles when he was a child, and his memories of Korea and his hometown were slowly clear and vivid. He was no longer standing high and appreciating, but really tasting and immersing
Bean rice in my childhood hometown
The warmth of being held in my mother's arms in winter
The joy of holding the sword for the first time
The glory of being the only great master in Korea
Until the end, the blood devil ravaged Korea's despair
”From that moment on, everything about me died! The moment I held the sword, I just wanted to go back to the past and protect those things that moved me in my life... Even if I bet my life...” the hand holding the sword became more and more firm, and even the serious injury to his chest could not prevent Fu Cailin from waving the sword.
Pour out your life and move to save the sword of the past.