C126 (1/2)

Qiu Xuan's body began to emit a gentle glow. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, he slowly turned into pieces. However, he smiled, carrying his most beautiful memories, and became a dim dot of light …

Boom!

The light beam descended with a loud bang, and other than the third mountain peak, all the other mountain peaks instantly collapsed, submerged in a blinding brilliance. On the third mountain peak, however, the light beam seemed to meet a transparent barrier, and it was difficult to descend from above.

The Buried Sword. The sword was the blade. The blade was the killing one. Who would have thought that Qiu Xuan's final move would not be to kill, but to protect. Buried, was to kill.

At the place where Qiu Xuan disappeared, I saw a shadow. At that time, Qiu Xuan's fate soul appeared without much thought. My fate soul opened its mouth and sucked Qiu Xuan's fate soul into its stomach to be nurtured along with Sha Ying's fate soul.

The moment Qiu Xuan's fate soul was sucked in, a scene suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. It was on the bluestone path, a woman with a delicate and beautiful face who was persistently drawing with a delicate face, focused on drawing. The light of the morning sun was very gentle, bringing with it a slight coldness, causing the girl to tremble, and her ice-cold hands to place on her mouth.

Behind him, there was a slender and extremely handsome man who looked at her lovingly from behind. He gracefully stepped forward and covered her with a simple coat. The woman looked back and smiled. She leaned lightly on the man's shoulder, revealing the painting in front of her.

It was the same scene in the painting, with the maple leaves scattered and the morning light fading. At the end of the small path was a small cottage with smoke rising from it. It was peaceful and seemed like a scene from outside the world, untainted by the wind and dust. In front of the house, there were two figures nestling against each other. Although they were made of coarse cloth, they could not conceal their presence from the world. However, those two figures did not have faces. It was the woman who had yet to point it out …

The scene changed and it was the man's bloodshot eyes, his face full of ruthlessness. The longsword in his hand had actually pierced through the woman's chest! Blood dripped from the corner of the woman's mouth. Her eyes were not filled with pain, not hatred, or sadness. Instead, it was a kind of gentleness, a kind of love and pity … With trembling hands, he gently caressed the man's face. The man's blood-red eyes faded away, but he discovered that the scene in front of him was actually like this. The despair and pain in his eyes were indescribable. As for that painting, fresh blood splattered and dripped onto its unsketched face. It was extremely eye-catching and extremely sorrowful. With a gentle breeze, it messed up the fiery red maple leaves on the ground …

In front of the woman's newly erected grave, it seemed as if there was no soul. A hand used its bloody hands to dig a hole in the ground that was soaked by the drizzle, after a long while, it dug out a hole that was not too big, and slowly pulled out the treasured sword. With a touch of the sword in the palm of its hand, fresh blood poured onto it, and then, it placed the sword into the hole in front of the grave.

That handsome man was Qiu Xuan, and that beautiful woman should be the fragrance he spoke of. Combined with his conversation with Qiu Xi earlier, the outline of the story was already very clear. So this was the truth, the reason why Qiu Xuan hated Qiu Xi.

I didn't think that Qiu Xi would plot to drive his cultivation berserk in order to take in Qiu Xuan as her disciple, and carve out the pain that he would never be able to erase from his heart!

The Buried Sword, the Buried Sword. Qiu Xuan might have promised that woman that he would bury the sword, bury the blood, and lead a life outside of this world. However, he never would have thought that they would meet such a miserable end.

The strength of the Sky Sect is three times stronger than what I had imagined. With his strength as a False Sky Realm, it is impossible for the outcome of the battle to be affected. Perhaps he also knows that, so he chose the most extreme method.

The endless silver threads floated down, and with a wave of his hand, a myriad of sword Qis flew out. They did not dissipate, but returned back to his body, and even his body had been severely injured, to the point where he was completely unafraid of the impact that the Qiu Xi clone had on his emotions. All of this only showed one fact, and that was that Qiu Xuan had also refined his own body into a stream of sword Qi!

Previously, he told me that Qiu Xi and Ling Xuan were scheming to take Xuan Daozi's power and use it for themselves. If they want to kill Qiu Xi, they have to be able to suppress Xuan Daozi, and Qiu Xuan gave up everything in pursuit of this power. Even if he didn't die in this battle, he wouldn't be able to live for long.

I didn't know if I should admire Qiu Xuan, or feel pity. I used to think that we weren't the kind of people who could be friends, but in this battle, I truly wanted to be friends with him, but now, Ah Hu is gone, and Qiu Xuan is gone as well. This sky curtain might not be able to block that mysterious light beam, but maybe, this will be the last battle of my life.

”Crack crack!”

In the sky, a crack slowly extended out from the beam of light, densely packed and covering the entire sky. It was as if a soft sigh came from the crack, bringing with it regret and regret.

Boom!

I looked at the unconscious Lan Yun and clenched my teeth. I spat out a large amount of Core Qi on the Fire Dragon. The Fire Dragon immediately roared and its flames surged. There was even a faint silver glow on it. It was as cold as a sword …

”… …”

After waking up, I wanted to stand up, but my body was too heavy. I could only lie on the ground and breathe heavily. After swallowing a pill, I slowly recovered. Beside him, Zou Zhi and Shen Tianlan's bodies were charred black, but they still had a breath of life left in them. Below them, there was the peaceful and unharmed Lan Yun.

I don't remember what happened. I could only vaguely remember what happened as the light beam shot towards me. The dragon formed by my eighteen forms of the Coiling Dragon Saber didn't last long as it wailed and dissipated. Then, I flew over and stood over Shen Tianlan and the others.

What about 'evil'? Did I come out after I lost consciousness? The people lying around me are all charred black. Why am I unharmed?

Before I could think about it, I fell into a fit of rage because Qiu Xi, at this moment, in the middle of the altar, was actually slowly standing up. After pulling off the tattered armor on her body, she was bare-chested as she looked around her surroundings and started laughing unrestrainedly.