Chapter 441 (1/2)
”Cough --”
Yu Wuxue covered his mouth and his fingers were scarlet.
”Come back...”
He repeated it over and over, his voice getting lower and hoarse.
Motionless, like a corpse.
The fat elder was so anxious that he began to sweat. He took his eyes to see the same nervous master.
The supreme elder shook his head at him, and his face was gray.
The little disciple was crushed 206 sword bones by his birth, and he didn't cultivate himself to protect himself with Luoshu. It was like a piece of blood tofu. The magic power they injected was just to keep the blood tofu in its original shape. His skin bag is still there, but his internal organs have long been displaced, which is full of fragmented organs, extremely tragic.
Rao is used to see the death of the supreme elder, at this time can not help but tears.
It's all his fault.
He should have thought about the situation of his younger disciples. He was taken with him when he was young, and his elder martial brother took care of him when he went out. How could he understand that people are dangerous? What's more, he was lured to commit a big mistake by a beautiful woman with a snake's heart, who was used to playing tricks. I don't know how to feel, so I can't get up again.
The elder master of the Supreme Master could not help remorse. If he had said it well at that time, he might have let the younger disciple see through the ambitious ambition of the empress. She approached him only for that piece of Luoshu Baojuan from the beginning to the end!
But now, it's too late to say anything.
Even if he had all the power, he could not save a dying man.
Since the woman left, the young disciple's will has completely collapsed. Now it is just a pool of flesh and blood that can breathe a little.
The old man with white hair, who lost his beloved apprentice, was disheartened, ”Wu'an, please inform your elder martial brother to let them come...” See their little brother for the last time.
”Master?”
The fat elder's eyes widened in horror, apparently unable to believe it.
If the master who is known as the first sword cultivation of Taishi can't do anything about it, isn't it inevitable that younger martial brother will die?
The old man with white hair looked pale. ”And, please come here with the sword officer.”
The sword carrying officer is the second expert of Jianmen. He can't be seen from the world. Only when the founder of the clan Jianxiu fell down, he came out of the mountain in black to collect the body of the sword practitioners and their swords and bury them in the sword mausoleum.
The fat elder shuddered.
The master wants to bury the younger martial brother with the highest standard funeral of Jianmen, which shows that in the master's mind, the younger martial brother is still his apprentice and a disciple of Jianmen, and automatically takes back the fate of being expelled from the school.
But this success, but with the tragic end of the younger martial brother in exchange.
The fat elder trembled and raised his hand. He held up several small swords. This is the voice sword of Jianmen.
”Bang Bang --”
as soon as the voice sword came out, several mountains in Jianmen were suddenly shocked.
The disciples who practiced swordsmanship looked at each other with consternation.
”What's the matter?”
”Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji My God, the five swords of Jianmen have been rioted! ”
”Eh, this mountain Shit! It's going to collapse! Let's run
”Boom -”
the words are not over, there is a small mountain next to the collapse, debris splashing.
The disciples tried their best to fight against the sword and fled for their lives. For a time, the sword gate was in chaos.
”Shake it! What's wrong with younger martial brother Yaoguang? ”
Elder martial brothers rush to Jianling.
There are seven swords in Jianmen. Yu Wuxue ranks the seventh. This life long sword is named Yangguang. Some elder martial brothers call him Yaoguang directly.
”Who did this?”
”I killed that son of a bitch!”
Qi Qi, the elder martial brother of Jianxiu, was furious.
They hold on to the clothes of the fat elder brother of the sixth younger martial brother, and ask what the situation is. How can the younger martial brother be well behaved and disappear?
The fat elder was also depressed. He hung his head and said nothing.
”Cacha --”
someone stepped on the dead branch.
It was quiet all around.
In the ice and snow, the old man came with a white jade coffin on his back. The coffin was long and narrow, with a black chain. The old man looked like a withered man, and his whole body was extremely shriveled. It was like a piece of wooden post that had dried up water. His sleeves were empty and his eyes were only white, which was terrible.
The elder martial brothers were pale at the moment.
It's a sword carrying officer.
The old man had no expression and passed through the silent crowd.
White eyes moved, as if the line of sight fell on a pool of flesh and blood on the ground.
”Sword carrying old slave, I've come to see you off for the 29th Supreme Master of Jianmen.”
He dropped his robes and knelt down.
The ceremony is up.
The white haired old man's lips trembled slightly and his back was over his body.
The withered brow of the sword carrying officer was pious against the snow.
The white jade coffin on the back began to vibrate slightly, and it made a regular ”poop poo Hoo” sound.
The elder martial brothers held their breath.
It was 70 years ago that the last supreme elder passed away. They were not qualified enough to see this amazing scene.I saw that the chain of the jade coffin suddenly fell off, the light suddenly leaked out, and even faintly sent out the sad voice.
The wailing became more and more clear, as if passing through the brain. The elder martial brothers thought of the picture of getting along with younger martial brothers in the past, and their tears could not be restrained any more, as if they wanted to taste the pain of heartbreak in the world. ”Boom” a sound, coffin cover flying, several long swords fly out, straight fell to Yu Wuxue's side.
The swordsman raised his head slightly.
It's a pity.
He gave two words.
The five swords of our ancestors were able to attract them to play elegy for this fallen sword, which showed that his sword idea was harmonious and reached the level of perfection. The ancestors could not help but be convinced. The sword carrying officer has been buried for so many times. Compared with the past, this is really a special treatment. After all, sword cultivation has always been arrogant and rarely submissive. The strong who can achieve the level of founder have their own reserve.
If he can continue to grow up, he will not be the sharpest sword in the history of Jianmen.
But that's it.
”Best regards.”
The voice of the swordsman wandered around without sadness or joy.
”Qiang --”
the dark scabbard suddenly vibrates, a cold light passes by, and it floats quietly in the air.