lcionline Chapter 379 (Showing some of the Master’s former splendor)
Chapter 379 (Showing some of the Master’s former splendor)
A blood-red moon hung on the top of the Xuanyin Mountains, and nine layers of devilish miasma coiled around the mountain ridge like a giant python.
The stream at the foot of the mountain has turned red, and the roots of the thousand-year-old pine trees are breaking out of the ground in a strange manner. Densely packed silkworm pupa-like demon fetuses are hanging on the twisted branches, and many unconscious monsters have broken out of their shells.
Under the erosion of demonic energy, the spiritual energy veins within a hundred miles were being dyed black inch by inch, just like the poisonous blood spreading in the meridians.
"Set up the formation!"
The dome of the Xuanyin Sect's main hall exploded with a loud bang, and the twelve demon-suppressing pillars burst into dazzling sparks under the impact of demonic energy.
Min Xiao stood at the top, his pale fingertips brushing across the cracks in the formation. He lowered his eyes to look at the ants fleeing in panic at the foot of the mountain, and the smile on the corners of his lips was colder than the devil's miasma - this chess game using the common people as bait will eventually make those monks who claim to be upright suffer the pain of a shattered heart.
The demon clan is the trend of the times! Soon...
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Xuanyin Mountain was twisted into an iron barrel by the inky fog, and the formation set up by Min Xiao was locking the Fangyuan Mountain Range into a death trap.
The mountain sparrows flew off in fright after hitting the branches, and the mountain folks staggered and fled, carrying bamboo baskets and dragging their children. The sound of footsteps and cries mixed with the sound of falling gravel hit the bottom of the valley - even more terrifying was the stench chasing from behind. Dozens of black shadows with serrated teeth were chasing at the end of the team, and the clods of earth dug up by their front paws hit the back of the last old man, instantly knocking him over into the forest of rocks.
Yu Shuoyang's two swords spun out silver moon arcs of light. His left sword chopped off the monster's front claws, and his right sword went straight for its seven inches. As black blood splattered on his green bamboo-patterned sleeves, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a moon-white figure swaying on the mountain path ahead.
The sword suddenly paused, and he grabbed the boy by the collar and pulled Wang Yanzhi into the depression on the rock wall: "Young Master, are you trying to save your life?! Is this where you should be?!"
Wang Yanzhi broke his hand and said, "I am proficient in formations after all, but my skills are not as strong as a genius like you. I am useless, so why can't I come?"
How could he wait for news in the rear with peace of mind? Moreover—
Wang Yanzhi curled his lips and motioned him to look behind him: "Humph, everyone is here! You are not the only one being asked to be a hero."
"What?" Yu Shuoyang turned his head and indeed saw many familiar figures.
Although we didn't force the independent cultivators to come, many of them came to help.
During the conversation, a red figure swooped down from the rocks, his red clothes fluttering like frost, and the Emei spear in his palm shone with a cold light.
When Yu Jingqiu touched the ground with his toes, the tip of the thorn had already pierced the throat of a certain lizard monster. The scar at the end of his eye shone coldly in the moonlight. "I just don't understand. Do the youngsters nowadays like to go to the gates of hell?"
Yu Shuoyang saw black blood splattered on the corner of her robe when she fell to the ground, and was somewhat surprised that Yu Jingqiu would fall with it. A low call rolled out of his throat: "Aunt..." The gesture of crossing the two swords became steadier, and the monster's scales flew wherever the swords touched.
"Hey, stop. This is not for you. Don't make such a self-satisfied expression. I was going to go to such an interesting event anyway. Don't be so self-indulgent." Yu Jingqiu rolled his eyes unceremoniously.
Yu Shuoyang choked: Yu Jingqiu, please give me back my gratitude!
If the sword lights of ordinary elite disciples are like chopping melons and vegetables, then the team of geniuses led by Lu Wensheng is a constantly running meat grinder - magical instruments of different shapes, every stream of light that passes by will cause the monster's head to fly.
With only a dozen people, they made the surging tide of beasts in front of them like hitting an iron wall. Layer upon layer of monsters fell one after another, but they were still unable to cross the line of defense.
It could even split into two streams of light to provide support in other directions. As the spiritual energy and demonic energy intertwined, some cultivators who were already feeling the strain suddenly felt the pressure relieved.
As the mountain wind blew the blood of monsters across the top of the rock, Mingche, the deputy leader who had rebelled against Lingxiao Sect at that time, stood on the edge of the broken rock with his hands behind his back, the hem of his green robe fluttering in the air current.
"There are successors in the world of cultivation. The younger generation is truly to be feared."
His clear eyes swept across the talented monks who were clearing out the beast tide, and finally fell on the figure of Shen Wenxin walking in the air. His voice contained three parts of sarcasm and seven parts of emotion, but it could not conceal the old spirit surging between the words.
"Even if you were to be a scapegoat, they didn't even call in a demon cultivator. Your situation is really miserable."
Seeing Shen Wenxin, many monks who had experienced the "wife falling from the sky" silently clenched their swords.
"Oh, are you alone? You spend the whole day studying how to earn spirit stones. I wonder how much experience you have in swordsmanship you still have."
"What if I'm included?" A sword intent colder than the moonlight broke through the air. A clear female voice fell from the clouds. Jun Ning came stepping on the phantom, and the sword energy ignited sparks as it passed through the air.
"Jun Ning?!" Ming Che couldn't believe it, a broken low call rolled out from his throat, his eyes were dazed, and his memories surged like the tide.
He recalled the time a hundred years ago on the sword arena when Jun Ning used an ordinary spirit sword to break his sword technique. When the sword tassel swept across his face, it brought with it a refreshing breath like morning dew. At that time, the girl's eyebrows were as beautiful as a painting but as cold as ice: "In the sword fight, it is better to be ruthless."
He didn't understand at that time, he just felt that her sword was like her heart, always as clear as a mirror, and could not tolerate any dust.
He always thought that such a brilliant person must be the nemesis of her peers in the way of swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that she would eventually abandon the way of swordsmanship and choose the more difficult and lonely way of ruthlessness.
He didn't understand why she had the talent to reach the top of the sword path, but she chose to waste her time on such unorthodox ways. He had blocked her for three days at the gate of the Wenxian Sect, but all he got was one sentence: "The sword path can kill thousands of enemies, but it can't kill the sufferings of the world. Mingdao, you chose the sword, and I chose the heart."
At this moment, she stood there, her features were no different from a hundred years ago, but it made Mingche feel suffocated.
Was it the reluctance of admiring her extraordinary talent but ending up as a stranger, or was it the resentment of being jealous that she gave up the way of swordsmanship but was still able to shine in the way of ruthlessness?
He could no longer distinguish the feeling from his youth.
With all these thoughts in mind, he glared at Shen Wenxin angrily: "How can there be a third party in the fight between sword cultivators? Shen Wenxin, do you still have any respect for martial ethics?!"
Shen Wenxin snorted coldly and puffed out his chest: "Now that things have come to this, I have no intention of judging right or wrong! Anyone who betrays me will be killed by everyone!"
Is this called a lack of martial ethics? This is called a just beating!
"One on one, you may not be able to do anything to me!"
Jun Ning's expression relaxed slightly: "Friend Ming Daoist is still so confident."
Shen Wenxin: As a confidence-destroying weapon for my peers back then, what Fellow Daoist Jun said was really full of irony.
Mingche pointed his sword at Jun Ning, and in a trance, the two of them seemed to overlap with the two young men on the sword-fighting stage that year.
With Jun Ning and Ming Che's current cultivation level, it would only take a moment for them to compete in sword intent.
Jun Ning's sword intent came without warning, like frost in the early morning of December. It seemed fragile, but the moment it touched the clear sword intent, it erupted with a suffocating sense of oppression.
The sword intent that he was so proud of, now shattered, like crow feathers blown away by wind and snow, while Jun Ning's sword intent was like a net woven by moonlight, gently but irresistibly enveloping it.
"Why? She clearly practiced the Way of Mercilessness, so why is her attainment in the Way of Swords......"
Jun Ning's expression was cold: "There are thousands of ways to do things, but they all lead to the same destination."
Shen Wenxin sighed: "You are too paranoid. You have already forgotten where to strike with your sword."
Mingche has spent his entire life tempering his sword heart, but now that his sword heart is broken and a fishy sweetness rises in his throat, he has no future as a swordsman.
He looked at the sword energy coming straight at him, and suddenly laughed softly, his laughter mixed with sobs: "Jun Ning, Jun Ning, you are always like this... Always like this, making people unable to hate you, but unable to let go."
Back then on the sword-fighting arena, what he lost to was never her sword intent, but the compassion in her eyes that was more vast than the sword.
Now when they meet again, she is still the light that makes him jealous and admired, but he has fallen into darkness and can only watch his shadow being torn to pieces by her sword light.