The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 237

The night is getting dark, the fire is gradually dying down, the mountain wind is cool, and the blood is exhausted and the body is cold.

After Xie Yongchang sacrificed himself to block the sword, three guests from Yiyun Villa who had some medical skills stepped forward to rescue him.

Unexpectedly, Xiaobai's Eagle Striking the Sky was indeed a sure-fire sword, and he didn't have any strength left.

Xie Yongchang's whole body had a hundred and eight new wounds, all thanks to this sword.

Every wound penetrates an inch deep under the skin, breaks its tendons, injures its veins, and the essence and blood have soaked this square inch of ground in a moment.

Xie Yongchang, who was originally considered strong and strong, was now like a deflated ball, shriveled and skinny, not in human shape.

Even if Hua Tuo was reborn, he was unable to return to heaven. Fortunately, he did not suffer for too long from the sword to the death of his breath.

The three of them couldn't bear to look at each other, and looked at each other, or took off their robes or belts, ready to replace their broken clothes, so that a generation of crazy swords could walk more decently on the other side of the underworld.

Not far away, Xiao Yin turned around and wanted to leave. How could the members of the Daoyi League who were burning with anger give up?

At the same time that Yi Zhongren kept shouting, there were already two figures rushing after Xiao Yincai.

In the darkness, a fire dragon stalked towards Xiao Yincai with its teeth and claws.

There is another plan, the cold light rushes out, directly grabbing Xiao Yincai's back heart.

Before the attack came, Xiao Yin turned around, stretched his hands up and down, and drew circles in reverse.

As the great circle gradually took shape, a vortex emerged from the shadows, a vortex that could swallow everything.

Is it the Cloud Swallowing Magic Art again?

While everyone was thinking, Xiao Yincai hurriedly withdrew his hand when he saw that the circle had just formed, and then slowly pushed out the formed vortex with his palm.

The whirlpool quickly distanced itself from Xiao Yincai, flew only a foot away, and exploded with a bang.

At this time, the fire dragon and the cold light arrived, but they were blown away by the sudden blast of the cyclone.

It turned out that at that moment, Murorong's palm came first, and Xiao Yin had no choice but to guard against it, so he turned around to defend.

As for A-Ban and Jiang Yichen, who were exhausted and short of breath, Xiao Yincai's reluctant offensive at the end of their battle was nothing to worry about.

Li Huo Ren's offensive dissipated.

The purple jade dragon scale sword that flew out fell to the ground with a clatter.

It turned out to be a few cuts!

The sackcloth wrapped around the hilt of the sword was also shaken off by the aftermath of the internal force of the two masters.

The purple jade will finally see the sun, and its brilliance is not easy to be ignored in the night, at least Xiao Yincai who has gone away has not missed it.

"The killer Ye Xiao is also here, interesting." Xiao Yincai thought to himself.

"With such a righteous man and hero by the side, Brother Yi's life is unavoidable for a while, Xiao Mou will take a step first. If Brother Yi is still willing to continue to consult with Xiao Mou, Longyuan Gorge is waiting for you at any time. Withdraw!" Xiao Yin, who had retreated several feet, said.

The last word "retreat" resounded through the mountains and forests, which naturally ordered everyone from Yinshamen to retreat.

Yinshamen wants to retreat.

The Daoyi League naturally does not allow it.

However, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of Yinshamen have already retreated, and the remaining [-] people are either altar masters or elder-level masters, and five Jinyi guards, all of whom are not ordinary people. They took care of each other and soon escaped through the night .

The blood on his face has not yet dried up, how could Yi Zhongren be reconciled, and was about to order the pursuit, but he heard Murorong, who was standing beside him, say: "It is not a good strategy to go deep into the enemy's stomach."

Yi Zhongren was speechless for a moment, several drops of cherry red dripped from his tightly clenched fists.

His fists trembled, and finally loosened slowly, hanging down.

Yi Zhongren, who was over fifty years old, originally looked rich and honored, but after going through a journey of travel and dust, his face was full of tears after his clothes were stained with blood, and he looked completely depressed.

This is not the first time he has witnessed such a bloody scene, but after all, he has not cultivated a heart of stone and cannot face it calmly. What's more, it has been many years since he stood in front of him and died for him. old friend!

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The night is over.

It was twilight.

The southwest corner of Songshan Mountain.

A mound several feet square.

A thick and upright stone monument.

A solo swordsman.

Aban stood in front of the stele with his head bowed, his eyes were covered by the hanging hair, or his vision was blurred by the so-called teardrops, he couldn't find the corners of the stele.

The line of sight came to the stele.

The stele has no words.

This is a monument without words.

The wordless stele is a ceremony for the Daoyi League to pay homage to the heroic spirits.

Man is born mortal, either of old age, of disease, or of misfortune.

In the past few decades, the world has been turbulent, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a chaotic world.

During this period, countless people sacrificed their lives to protect the morality of the world, and not everyone was able to leave their names for future generations.

Although there are no words on this monument, the meaning is in the heart. Anyone who wants to sacrifice in his heart, whether it is a teacher, an ancestor, or an old friend, can worship in front of this monument, to think of peace of mind, and to remember long-term love.

In this battle, 62 people came from Yiyun Mountain Villa of Daoyi League, and [-] people were lost.

Yinshamen lost countless soldiers and generals, and the altar master lost three people.

The number of people who came to support the wind brake door and electric brake door was broken by more than a hundred.

Aban didn't care about this.

He will stay here, just for one person, the one who will sleep here forever.

He must remember this place, and he will definitely come here often in the future.

Out of respect, Aban waited until the members of the Daoyi League finished worshiping, and then he came forward alone to chat with his confidant and his elder brother.

A-ban stepped forward, holding the stone tablet.

His gaze moved unconsciously to his feet.

That's four marks.

The impression on the left foot is wider and deeper.

Narrower and shallower on the right foot.

No need to go into detail, A-Ban already knew the reason for this, after all, the scene of Yi Zhongren and Xuan He kneeling in front of this monument for two hours was just a matter of chance.

There was not much left of "You Long Playing in the Water" in the wine bag, so Aban dipped his fingers in the wine, crouched down, and began to write on the stele.

After writing the word "confidant", the wine at the fingertips was exhausted.

He poured out the wine bag again, wet his fingers, and continued writing.

"Xie" has a lot of strokes, and he wrote it very slowly and meticulously.

One stroke and one painting, the years go by.

In a trance, my mind couldn't help wandering, swimming through the decades of acquaintance and acquaintance.

In the end, I stayed at the moment when Xie Yongchang approached him a few days ago...

"Brother Murong was really caught by the Twelve Sects of Tiansha?"

"Otherwise I wouldn't come to beg you brother."

"Temporary life is safe?"

"Otherwise, I don't need to beg you, brother."

"Hey! What did my brother say, the one on the left begged, the one on the right begged, my brother has something for my brother, when did my brother shirk it?"

"Never."

"Not before, not now, and never will be."

"But this time it's different."

"As long as my brother says a word, go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, and Ah Ban will go through fire and water, and die without complaint."

"Brother, listen to me in detail before making a decision."

"Brother, it's okay to say."

"Brother Murong has been detected and imprisoned in Yinsha Difu.

There are many organs in the Yinsha Underworld, so they must be guarded by heavy soldiers.

The underworld had to break through, but it had to be done quietly.

According to the old man's idea, it is to form a strong formation with only a few people, sneak attack the underworld, catch them by surprise, and rescue Brother Murong.

However, the current manpower is limited, and it is easy for the enemy to detect if all the people in the alliance are dispatched. Therefore, we can only seek foreign aid.

At present, most of the people in the alliance are dealing with the people from the Twelve Sects of Tiansha in the remaining places, just to cover up.

As for the sneak attack on the underworld, the support they can get is only this cover, and there is no definite guarantee for the rest of the support.

A trip to the underworld can be described as a narrow escape..."

"Brother regards brother as a confidant?"

"nature."

"The old brother must know that the old brother has spoken, and the brother will never refuse."

"but……"

"You and I are already homeless, with no worries, wouldn't it be nice to die for our confidant?!"

"Brothers!"

"It's just that brother has a question and I hope I can answer it. Of course, no matter what the answer is, brother will accompany me to the hell and make trouble with Hades!"

"Brother, please speak."

"Is it worth it to save one life and take ten or a hundred lives?"

"This……"

"If this trip is to save Brother Murong's life, and you and I die unfortunately, is it worth it?"

"...This question may have a different answer in everyone's mind. Let me tell you what I think in my heart. What fame do you and I have in Jianghu?"

"Nan Dao Leng Yue Kuang, Bei Ren Li Huo Chi."

"The current situation can be described as a chaotic world?"

"Peace in today's world is only an illusion, the rivers and lakes are undercurrents, and the people are not living in peace. It can be called a chaotic world."

"That's right, in a prosperous age, a false name in the Jianghu is enough, but in a troubled world, the prestige in the Jianghu is just a false name."

"What does brother mean?"

"What do you think of the world today?"

"Heartbroken, helpless."

"Well, heartbroken, helpless.

Xie Mou has the same opinion, but I don't think it is completely helpless.

He has won a false name in the Jianghu, if he can contribute a little bit to the stability of the world, then this life will not be in vain.

But Xie believes that he is carefree by nature, and the word "world" is too heavy for me, so I don't want to bear it.

Although the blade in his hand is sharp, it may save three or two people for a while, but it still cannot help too many people.

Fortunately, in this troubled world, there are many people who care about the world and want to make a difference.

Brother Murong is still young, although his martial arts are not as good as mine, but he can keep three or two families in good health for several years.

He and the old man, like Brother Yi and Brother Nangong, are people who think a lot and do more. They devote themselves to the safety of the world.

I think if I can help them, I can help more people. "

"Thus, if they are in trouble, if you can save one of them, you can save more people."

"That's what it means. This is also my original intention to join the Daoyi League back then."

……

The word "Chang" has just been written, and the word "confidant" written earlier has evaporated.

A-Ban didn't worry too much about it, and poured all the remaining wine in his bag in front of the stone tablet.

After the baptism of tears, the eyes have become bright and firm, staring at the stone tablet, and said silently: "Brother, you have lived a wonderful life in this life, and the scene you want to see, brother will try hard to do it, you can rest assured Go, if you have time, brother will definitely come to drink with you often!"

After finishing speaking, Aban suddenly got up, found the location where the meat moth and Nidie were, and walked over.

　The wordless stele is borrowed from "Langya Bangzhifengqi Changlin".

　　

　

(End of this chapter)