The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 440

Why above the stream?

The woman in green looked up.

This is not the first time she has done this, but every time what she sees always makes her feel too unreal, like a dream.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have dared to believe that under the Yin-Yang Bridge, as the world has said so convincingly, is not a gloomy underworld, but a different world.

As the saying goes, the real darkness under the Yin-Yang Bridge only stretches for more than a hundred feet. However, due to the uneven cliffs on both sides, jagged rocks, and hidden murderous intentions, even those with excellent light skills will never be able to completely avoid unforeseen dangers in it. Not to mention that there is no case of survivors who fell off the bridge, which is why people in the world assert that "life and death are separated under the Yin-Yang Bridge".

Little do they know that there is another village under the darkness that stretches hundreds of feet, although the rock walls on both sides are still steep and straight, and the strange rocks are scattered here and there, but the thousand-foot abyss is like a thousand-foot mountain, and the morning light can be seen from sunrise to sunset. It fades into the night, so as long as you can survive that darkness, you will have a glimmer of life.

The rock walls on both sides of the creek are sunken inwards, five feet upwards from the bottom, and the rock walls on both sides are much closer. The woman in green looks through the rock walls on both sides, looking directly at the sky in a thin dressing gown.

She knew very well what kind of chasm there was under the stone bridge at the height of Qianren, but she didn't understand why when she looked down on this abyss, there was only darkness in her eyes.

The woman in green was stunned for a while, and finally shook her head slightly, giving up thinking about this question that had made her worry several times. Perhaps the best explanation for this question is the force of nature—and only the ingenious workmanship of nature. To create such a strange scene.

The green-clothed woman withdrew her attention, and then turned her gaze back to both sides of the rock wall. Sure enough, she saw a deep vertical but slightly distorted scratch on the rock wall at the upper end.

This notch extends continuously upwards, and it is difficult to see the end, and it is broken at the inward concave end of the rock wall when it descends.

Around the notch, the branches growing between the rock walls have been broken, the grass protruding from the rock walls has been flattened, and the moss that was originally attached to the rock walls has been wiped clean.

The eyes of the woman in green fell back on the corpse in the creek for the second time. The corpse was located directly under the notch on the rock wall. It was self-evident where the corpse came from. a sword.

It was a large black sword with a hilt that was extremely disproportionate to the figure of the person holding the sword. Half of the four-foot-long sword was stained with soil, stone and blood that had not been washed away by the stream.

The abyss is thousands of feet high, this sword can support a person to slide to the bottom of the valley, and the person has not been smashed into a pulp, which shows that this sword is not only sharp, but also hard.

It's just that the countless large or small gaps on one side of the blade all show that even if this sword was once, it will no longer be a sword that cuts iron like mud, but a sword that may fight at any time. Broken broken sword.

The woman in green looked at the dark sword for a moment, and she was sure from the depths of her memory that although she had never seen this sword, she must have heard its name, but for a year and a half, living in such a comfortable and comfortable place It seemed that she had long forgotten many things in Jianghu, and for a while she couldn't think of any past related to this sword, so she could only sigh secretly.

The great black sword was tightly held in the right hand of the corpse, and the elbow of that right hand was bent in the opposite direction, and the muscles and bones could be faintly exposed in the torn sleeve.

The woman in green approached the corpse and turned the corpse over with one foot.

pat!

This flip caused water to splash everywhere, and Ah Bai was terrified. He backed away a dozen steps, thinking that his master was throwing his temper at it, and looked pitifully at his master, about to beg for mercy, but found that the woman in green was not looking at him. Only then did he feel relieved, and approached the corpse again to smell it.

Recognizing people and distinguishing characteristics is the necessary observation ability to become a killer. This kind of behavior habit is deeply rooted. Even after leaving the rivers and lakes for a long time, it has not changed for the woman in green who used to be a killer. Now this corpse is in her body. There is nothing special in shape, and more information can only be obtained from its face.

The woman in green raised one foot lightly, and used the sole of her shoe to brush away the hair that was wet and clinging to the man's face, and a pale and thin face was soon fully revealed.

This is the face of a young man, whose age should be about the same as that of the woman in green. After being soaked in the stream for a long time, this face looks fair enough, even a little transparent, so that the four or five bruises on the face caused by bumps are also gone. It was horribly black, but luckily from the man's slightly parted lips, the teeth inside were still intact.

The eyes of the woman in green lingered on this face for a long time, and a sense of familiarity appeared inexplicably.

This sense of familiarity was not strong, but at least it made her sure that she and this person were definitely not just a one-sided relationship.

But just like before, after all, she has been away from the rivers and lakes for some time, and her body and mind are entrusted to the mountains and rivers here, and she can't remember too much of the past, so she really can't identify the identity of this man.

At this moment, Ah Bai, who had been groping for a long time to no avail, finally found the lower mouth, arched the man's waist and abdomen, opened his bloody mouth to bite off, but was stopped by the woman in green, and immediately the whole body were dialed back.

Puzzled and anxious, Ah Bai struggled at the feet of the green-clothed woman, but after struggling for a while, he was hugged by the green-clothed woman and sighed!

The part that Ah Bai Pig was staring at was a large piece of meat, which was right at the man's waist, the black clothes were torn, the flesh was turned out, the color was white with black inside, and there was only a little blood left.

The woman in green finally understood why Ah Bai had a "special liking" for this man, and what she usually used to feed him was some half-cooked minced meat.

The woman in green patted the little guy in her arms, and comforted her: "This meat is poisonous, you can't eat it."

After saying that, the woman in green wanted to forcibly take Abai away from here. Although she had nothing important to do, she didn't want to waste time on a dead body.

Just before leaving the stream, the woman in green frowned suddenly, stopped her figure, and put her feet back to the original place again.

Even though it was very subtle, even though it was undetectable, her keen insight still allowed the woman in green to notice the instant change on that thin face - the man frowned slightly just now.

The woman in green stared at the man's face for a long time, but she didn't see any movement from him, but she sighed lightly, squatted down, put Ah Bai behind her, and stretched out her hand to feel the man's breath.

The cold touch of her fingertips made her conclude that this person had fallen into the stream for at least half a day, and in terms of the length of time, it was not that he had no chance of surviving.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Just when the woman in green was about to give up, a gossamer-like breath exhaled from the man's nostrils, lingering between the fingers of the woman in green, full of intentions to keep her.

Feeling this vitality, the woman in green finally made a decision - to save people.

She first broke the man's right hand holding the sword tightly, then took out a handkerchief from her bosom, then tore off half of the sleeve, and wrapped the man's right arm tightly.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the man, dragged him to the stream, tore off his shirt, and simply dried him.

Then he turned his hands into palms, and slapped the bruised and purple skin from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, three or two times quickly, promoting blood circulation and removing stasis, thereby awakening the vitality of the whole body, and at the same time, several times Tap acupoints at key points to seal the pulse to prevent blood from leaking out of the wound.

Her movements no longer hesitated as before, and became concise and capable.

After completing the above matters, the woman in green began to inject her internal energy into the man's dantian.

The young man has not died yet. Apart from the merit of the sword, he also has the protection of his body.

However, slipping down from the Qianren Abyss is definitely not as easy as imagined. If he hadn't exhausted the last bit of internal energy, why would he have broken his right hand.

If he wanted to save the man, he had to take him away. The road was bumpy. When he was unconscious, the protective effect of these internal forces was a drop in the bucket, but it was better than aggravating the injury too much.

As the inner force continued to pour into the man's dantian, the woman in green couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She could clearly feel that the man's dantian seemed to be nothing, but the inner breath could be condensed in it, as if the man's body was a "false dantian".

In her memory, she really knew a young man who was able to practice inner strength by shaping a fake dantian. She seemed to have seen that man four or five years ago, and the appearance of that man...

The woman in green had withdrawn her hand, and looked at the man's face again. The appearance of the man in her memory seemed to be different from it. The difference was that the man's face was too thin...

Was it cut off?

Some things deep in the memory are gradually waking up, and the hand of the woman in green clothes stopped at the man's left shoulder and neck at some point.

She can see that the man's current skin has been tempered by the poison, and the skin has taken on a new look. Whether those cutting edges or bruises, they were all newly added in more than ten hours, only the one on the left shoulder and neck is different. Conspicuous dents are not new injuries!

The depression was not neat, less than an inch long and only one finger wide, so it couldn't be easily found with the naked eye.

Fingertips caressed the depression, and it was not difficult to judge that it was a bite mark.

Over the years, the bite marks are no longer as clear and deep as they were at the beginning, but this person had the opportunity to completely erase the brand, but he was born to keep it...

The woman in green thought back to the dilapidated hut in Xijiang County five years ago on a miserable and rainy night, and she already remembered who the man in front of her was...

　The corresponding chapter "Chapter 68 With the Wind Into the Night" has been blocked, emmm, I don't know when it will be lifted, or look elsewhere

　　

　

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