On an alleyway with no end in sight.

Su Nansheng ran forward, thinking that as long as she kept running, she would see hope.

However, those damn old illnesses came back like a tide. She felt an incomparable sharp pain in her chest, and traces of blood seeped out from the corners of her mouth, dyeing her wedding dress even more vividly.

"Ah Yue." Su Nansheng groaned in pain and finally fell to the ground.

"Only I can save him." Su Nansheng murmured, recalling the conversation with Xiao Haochen in her mind.

"I've calculated that senior brother will definitely die if he enters Jinling this time."

"If he doesn't die, he can keep his luck as an immortal, and he may even become the first person to become an immortal through cultivation since that incident nineteen years ago. But if he dies, he will definitely be wiped out with no bones left."

"And whether he dies or not depends entirely on you, sister-in-law."

Su Nansheng gritted her teeth and tried her best to get up, "You can't die. We have agreed that we must see the beautiful scenery in the world..."

At this time, a warm breeze blew gently, lifting Su Nansheng from the ground, and a Taoist priest stood in front of her.

"Donor Su, have you made your decision?" The man waved his whisk lightly and asked seriously.

Su Nansheng felt the pain in her body dissipate at this moment, and replied firmly: "Take me to see him."

"Okay. I would like to thank you on behalf of the entire Wudang." The man bowed and saluted, "And my senior brother. Let's go."

Take the plum terrace.

Everything was silent except for the sound of dripping blood.

Yan Jingchen advanced slowly with his sword in hand. Countless plum blossoms bloomed on his mourning clothes, like a newly painted beautiful picture.

Mu Huai was originally a sword of desolation, but after it was stained with blood, the paleness became more abrupt and desolate.

He just let Mu Huai Sword drip with blood and walked up to the group of people wearing Wudang Taoist robes.

These Wudang disciples looked nothing like the word "Jingdu", and there was no trace of fear in their eyes. However, Jingchen didn't have the intention to think too much, and pierced the heart of one of them with the sharp sword in his hand.

One sword, death.

Yan Jingchen knew clearly that these Wudang disciples had lost their hearing, but he still shouted: "I, the Yan family, only want to hold on to the pure land of one city. We do not care about the government of Liangyang, and do not usurp the throne and fight for power. We only worship what the world has given us. You Taoist priests will not let go of their evil thoughts.

Coveting a roll of music scores will destroy a hundred years of peace! You should be punished!"

After saying that, he stabbed with another sword.

Suddenly, an iron sword roared across the sky, like a river flowing into the sea, and rushed towards Yan Jingchen with supreme sword intent.

Yan Jingchen immediately retracted the Muhuai Sword and then touched the iron sword, "The unique skill of the Guigu Sword School of the Warring States Strategist, the Hundred-step Flying Sword?"

The man who drew the sword gently flicked his sleeves, and the iron sword immediately broke away from Mu Huai and fell back into his hand. "This sword technique is so difficult. I will never practice it again."

Yan Jingchen stood opposite the man and said in a cold tone: "You are not poisoned. I guessed it right. You will become a variable."

"Master gave me a bottle of medicine before I left. He said I might need it, but I didn't expect to use it so soon." Luo Feiyu held a wooden stick as a crutch in his left hand and an iron iron in his right hand.

The sword looks very embarrassed.

Yan Jingchen said coldly: "You want to stop me?"

Luo Feiyu did not answer the question directly, but looked at the peach blossoms in the sky, "I want to watch one, with the brilliance of plum blossoms."

A hundred years ago, the current head of the Yan family attracted plum blossoms all over the city with those three swords. Later, in the era of peace, the Mu Huai kings of all dynasties stayed away from the disputes in the court. No one after the Yan family can reproduce the brilliance of a hundred years ago.

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"That's alright." Yan Jingchen raised the twilight tree, and the plum blossoms on the plum blossom platform moved with the wind, and said softly: "It can be regarded as saying goodbye to the past."

"Allow me to say something unconscionable." Luo Feiyu threw away the crutch in his hand, "Please, King Mu Huai, draw your sword!"

Yan Jingchen suddenly drew his sword, and thousands of plum blossoms rolled wildly with the sword. The petals showed a charm that should not belong to plum blossoms, like a fairy emerging from the clouds, but the next moment they instantly collapsed into dust.

Fallen into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same. The first of the Three Swords of Du Huai, the plum blossoms fell into mud.

Luo Feiyu stood there admiring the rain of flowers in the sky. He waited until the desolate sword intent was about to hit him before he struck out with his sword.

Just a sword. An extremely ordinary sword.

Then he split the sword into four pieces.

Yan Jingchen's mood did not change much, and Luo Feiyu was sensible enough not to ridicule him. After the sword ended, he struck out with a second sword.

With a swipe of his hand, Mu Huai cut off a plum blossom, and sadness rose from the branch, carrying a sense of sadness and determination that he would never return.

Folding plum blossoms on the road, I send my condolences and thoughts. The second sword of the Three Swords of Huai River at dusk, I break the plum blossoms and send them to you.

Luo Feiyu raised his sword again and smashed the plum blossom sent by Yan Jingchen to pieces.

Yan Jingchen slowly raised the Muhuai Sword and raised it above his head.

Another large cluster of plum blossoms was attracted, dancing leisurely in the air, but with the tendency of swaying and falling. This fresh and beautiful plum blossom seemed to be about to fall down the next moment and turn into dust and mud to embrace the earth.

Where was you when I was frightened by my dream? When I sent you a thousand plum blossoms, I still timidly asked about my return date. The third sword of the Three Swords of Du Huai River sent me a thousand plum blossoms together.

Luo Feiyu didn't move again this time, he didn't even lift his sword, and let the petals fall on him, and even put on an elegant posture to welcome them.

The exchange between the two was very strange. Yan Jingchen was like an actor, and Luo Feiyu also acted as a theatergoer in a tacit understanding.

Yan Jingchen took back Mu Huai, unable to hide his sadness, "Sure enough..."

Luo Feiyu twirled a plum blossom that fell on his shoulder. It was no different from an ordinary plum blossom. "I think I can probably guess what martial arts you have practiced."

"This sword technique is extremely sinister. Although it is quick to achieve, it is extremely harmful to your character. The weird thing about it is that it will erode your inner strength and skills bit by bit. If you practice this martial art, you will gradually change everything you have ever done in the past.

All the martial arts I practiced have been forgotten.”

"The name of the sword technique is Qixie."

Yan Jingchen laughed sadly and praised: "Master Luo is really well-informed in the art of swordsmanship."

"My master also owned this sword manual. When I was a child, I clamored to learn it. My master beat me up when I disagreed with him, and then burned the sword manual. I don't understand what the obsession is.

Are you willing to give up everything to learn this swordsmanship?" Luo Feiyu asked.

"Master Luo just said, 'when I was a child'?" Yan Jingchen smiled, "My obsession is that 'when I was a child' that I can't go back to."

Luo Feiyu said quietly: "You spoke very strangely today, just like my master. However, there is something my master asked me to tell you."

Yan Jingchen frowned, "Your master? Who is it?"

"It's not important." Luo Feiyu shook his head, "What's important is that my master said that when I meet someone like you who has learned the Qixie sword technique."

"It must not be tolerated."

Yan Jingchen showed a cold expression as if he was changing his face in a drama, "You just want to find an excuse to break the sword in my hand. You charlatans will tell thousands of lies at any time.

, both dirty and disgusting.”

"Whatever you say." Luo Feiyu suddenly closed his eyes, then opened them again, blood suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his sword energy was like a tide.
Chapter completed!