lcionline Chapter 225 Grievance
Chapter 225 Grievance
Upon arriving at the destination, Qi Ye held Bu Ci Ying in front of him with his hand behind his back, staring intently at Wei Ying with burning eyes.
Seeing this, Wei Ying did not hesitate. With a flick of his left hand, he summoned his painstakingly forged natal sword, Suibian (when the immortal sword was forged, Wei Ying was grateful for the spirituality and loyalty of the Suibian sword in the original timeline, and the meaning of the name Suibian was quite in line with his free and unrestrained, carefree nature, so he gave the new sword the old name, Suibian). With a light surge of spiritual energy, he leaped to the opposite side of Qi Ye. The two bowed to each other with their swords in hand and began to fight silently and tacitly.
Wei Ying's figure was light and agile, his swordsmanship was like the wind and clouds, unpredictable and free, like a gazelle hanging its horns, stealing the brilliance of all things in the world.
The Seven Nights Sword Style is like green bamboo in the mountains, no matter how fierce the wind and rain, it sways and twists, but its strength remains undiminished. It follows Wei Ying's sword style like a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, it suddenly and swiftly changes its moves to strike the weak points in Wei Ying's continuous, gentle attacks. If it misses, it quickly changes its moves again and returns to the old routine, continuing to follow Wei Ying's sword style, waiting for the next opportunity to attack.
In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged several blows. The clanging sounds of Bu Ciying and Suibian's swords clashing were incessant. Their figures were like butterflies flitting among flowers, flashing countless intersecting afterimages in this small space.
At the same time, Qingyan felt a surge of excitement upon seeing Wei Ying and Qi Ye, and then blinked his bright eyes at Lan Zhan, who was standing upright and watching the battle intently.
Lan Zhan, who was the first to notice Qingyan's burning, expectant gaze, looked back and saw through the deep longing in Qingyan's clear and bright eyes. His heart softened and he couldn't bear to refuse him.
A hint of helplessness surfaced in her pale, glassy eyes, and she nodded slightly in agreement as Qingyan's gaze grew increasingly bright and almost tangible.
Then, under Qingyan's gaze that suddenly ignited his fighting spirit, he quickly took a few steps back, widening the distance between the two. Then, the spiritual power in his body circulated and activated the effect of the face-changing pearl on his body.
In an instant, the adorable white-clad child vanished, replaced by a young immortal lord, around sixteen years old, dressed in pure white robes, with an ethereal and refined appearance, elegant and aloof, and upright and dignified.
Lan Zhan summoned Bichen, his cold and stern light-colored glass eyes staring directly at Qingyan, who had already summoned his sword Yanzheng and was ready to attack. He returned the greeting with elegance before flashing into battle with him.
Lan Zhan's swordsmanship is skillful yet unpretentious, with a heavy sword that has no edge. It captures the essence of mountains standing tall and unyielding through the passage of time, exuding grandeur and unstoppable momentum. Every move he makes is filled with unwavering determination and profound weight.
In contrast, Qingyan's swordplay, though named Yanzheng, did not resemble the style of rocks and mountains. Instead, it deeply embodied the simple, vast, and unadorned nature of the earth. His advances and retreats were all disciplined and simple, yet his offense and defense were well-organized. Like ridges of thick soil, it silently and wordlessly encompassed all of Lan Zhan's sword moves. Although its offensive power was slightly weak, its defensive power was extremely strong.
Thus, Lan Zhan and Qingyan fought a fierce and evenly matched battle. However, during the fight, Lan Zhan did indeed hold back several tenths of his strength, intending to give Qingyan guidance, which allowed Qingyan the time and opportunity to fully demonstrate his abilities!
For a moment, the air was filled with the clanging of swords clashing, and the aftershocks of the battle caused the lush green leaves of the tall, ancient trees in the distance to fall continuously, quickly forming a thick layer of leaves on the ground.
The four of them only stopped fighting when the increasingly solid, pale white sky was gradually tinged with the first rays of dawn.
Wei Ying wiped the sweat from his forehead, hooked one arm around Qi Ye's neck, and gave Qi Ye, whose face was flushed, a thumbs-up, praising, "Qi Ye, your progress lately is quite obvious! What? Have you had some new insights? Come on, tell your second brother..."
"..." The gentle smile on Qi Ye's face, which was hooked around his neck, suddenly froze. His back felt like it was being pricked by thorns, as if his poor neck was about to be frozen into an ice sculpture by someone's icy gaze.
Qi Ye subconsciously curled the muscles around her neck, which felt threatened. She glanced discreetly at Wei Ying's handsome profile, still covered in fine down, who was talking excitedly and incessantly. She smiled resignedly and instead of breaking free from Wei Ying's grasp as the jealous man wished, she shrugged her neck and shifted her body slightly to adjust her posture, making it easier for Wei Ying to lean on her. At the same time, she turned her head and responded softly to the talkative man with a smile on her lips.
Seeing that Qi Ye had not only failed to avoid Wei Ying's contact as he had hoped, but had instead gone even further, Lan Zhan's light-colored glass eyes were filled with icy light, and his long, strong fingers were tightly curled around the sleeves decorated with exquisite cloud patterns. His aura could be described by the ancient poem, "Birds have vanished from a thousand mountains, and human tracks have disappeared from ten thousand paths."
However, the thick-skinned Qingyan completely ignored Lan Zhan's chilling aura and, like a little fanboy, moved closer to him, wagging his intangible tail and chattering to Lan Zhan as if possessed by Wei Ying.
Lan Zhan: "..."
Feeling utterly frustrated, Lan Zhan could only glance at Wei Ying, who was talking loudly and had completely forgotten his existence, before turning his gaze away and ignoring the chattering of Qingyan and Wei Ying that sounded exactly alike. He then walked slowly forward without looking to the side.
Oh, what a beautiful day!
—This is the exclamation of Wei Chaoyan and her group of viewers in the live stream chat room, who were enjoying watching the show through the floating light talisman!
Of course, if their lips didn't curl up so much that even AK couldn't suppress it, then the words would have a little bit of sincerity!