NFBE Chapter 299
Chapter 299
In the center of the Sword Bone Cold Hill, the Zichen Sword and Li Fuyi have been getting better and better after two days of running-in, and are only one step away from the state of unity between man and sword.
The Taiwei Sword kept moving inside the dense sword curtain. The sharp sword energy was extremely domineering and did not allow any external sword to approach the Zichen Sword and Li Fuyi.
The sword energy surrounding Li Fuyi rolled more and more violently. The fierce collision brought about gusts of mysterious wind, carving the hard rock wall in the distance into sharp marks of varying depths and overlapping each other.
Seeing that the Zichen Sword was about to disappear from above his head and sink into Li Fuyi's head, the atmosphere in the Sword Bone Cold Hill suddenly changed.
The deadly cloud above my head began to surge, and thunder rumbled with terrifying force.
Purple lightning flashed through the black clouds, as if foreshadowing something ominous.
Li Fuyi was concentrating fully, and with his concentration, he should not have been easily disturbed by the outside world.
However, as the first thunder blasted, his confident and calm expression suddenly changed.
Immediately afterwards, his body shook violently, and he felt a piercing pain in his chest. The fishy and sweet taste rising in his throat could not be suppressed, and he finally spat out a mouthful of blood.
But the current situation did not allow him to be distracted in the slightest.
He had no choice but to concentrate his mind, raise his hands under the overwhelming pressure, quickly form seals, and mobilize all the spiritual power in his body to speed up the refining.
But the thunder seemed to be even more angry, and it seemed to be getting more and more intense. Several times it seemed that it was about to strike down.
The immortal swords in the sword tomb seemed to have sensed this unusual aura as well. They emitted bursts of resonance, and the sword curtain vibrated. The sword energy surged, forming a tighter protective barrier that tightly surrounded Li Fuyi in the center.
at last!
After several confrontations, the shadow of the Zichen Sword successfully merged into Li Fuyi's body.
The sword energy that was originally surging around him instantly subsided, and there was no trace of the sharp and aggressive look just now.
He stood up slowly and took a quick look inside himself.
Man and sword become one, and it's done.
Before he could even feel happy, his silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly the moment they opened.
He bowed to the immortal swords in the sky and said, "Li Fuyi thanks all the seniors for your help!" His voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the entire Sword Bone Cold Hill, and even the territory of Zichen Sword Sect was filled with his thanks.
The immortal swords hummed twice in unison, and then returned to their original positions at the same time.
Without the sword curtain's obstruction, Li Fuyi finally faced the dark, rolling clouds above his head, and the purple-gold thunder circling within them.
The silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly, expanding their perception to the limit, instantly covering every corner of the Sword Bone Cold Hill.
However, as time passed, a feeling of unease began to spread in his heart.
No!
His figure began to move quickly in the Sword Bone Cold Hill, searching almost the entire Sword Bone Cold Hill.
still none!
In the entire Jian Gu Han Qiu, there was no sign of any living person except him!
His brows were furrowed, and his silver-gray eyes were filled with anger.
His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.
"Mo Zheng!" He roared, his voice trembling with anger.
He roared, "You lied to me again!" Every word seemed to be squeezed out of his chest.
Heath laughed non-stop, not knowing whether he was laughing at Mo Zheng's overestimation of his own abilities, or at his own stupidity...
The thin lips moved slightly, silently activating the mandarin duck ring.
Ha! As expected, there was nothing wrong with putting the mandarin duck ring on his foot. Since Mo Zheng dared to escape, don't blame him for not helping to cover up and embarrass him!
He picked up the Taiwei sword that was still protecting his side and swung it forward, then rushed out of the Sword Bone Cold Hill like an arrow.
The moment Li Fuyi stepped out of the Sword Bone Cold Hill, his eyes met Shen Changxun's gloomy face.
Shen Changxun stood there, the gloom on his face seemed to be able to drip water, and a sense of anger could be felt from a distance.
"Welcome back, Master." Shen Changxun lowered his eyes and raised his hand to congratulate him, with obvious repression. He clenched his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Li Fuyi was stunned. She thought that something must have happened if Mo Zheng took the opportunity to escape, especially Shen Changxun's unfriendly expression.
He thought that Shen Changxun would definitely make trouble and teach him a lesson to vent his anger on Mo Zheng like he did before.
Unexpectedly, instead of finding fault, Shen Changxun congratulated him on his release?!
His gaze involuntarily moved down and fell on the glaring white mourning belt around Shen Changxun's waist.
His eyes swept over the sect members behind Shen Changxun. Everyone, young or old, had the same white wrapped around their waists.
The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and the inexplicable uneasiness made him a little panicked.
He was slightly stunned for a moment, "Uncle Changxun, this is..."
Shen Changxun withdrew his saluting hand, raised his eyelids slightly, looked at him deeply, but did not answer immediately.
That glance was filled with so many emotions, yet so silent that it was frightening.
"Your master asked me to pick you up. Come with me back to Tianze Peak. He is waiting for you." Shen Changxun's voice was deep and steady.
"He...was waiting for me?"
Mo Zheng had finally managed to escape from him while he was distracted, so why would he still be waiting for him at Tianze Peak?!
Or is he going to play some tricks again?
Shen Changxun obviously didn't have the patience to wait for him to think it over. He waved his hand to let the accompanying sect members retreat, summoned the magic sword and jumped up.
Li Fuyi didn't have time to think about it. Anyway, no one in the Zichen Sword Sect, let alone the entire Piaomiao Realm, could do anything to him.
Even if it is the Dragon Gate Formation or the Hongmen Banquet, it doesn’t matter whether it is a dragon’s den or a tiger’s lair.
He wanted to see what other tricks Mo Zheng could come up with!
He jumped onto the Taiwei Sword and followed closely behind, chasing Shen Changxun back to Tianze Peak.
Two sword lights flashed across the daylight and across the sky, and the figures of the two people quickly disappeared into the sky.
The disciples looked at him and sighed, thinking that the master probably didn't know that the old master had passed away?
They were such a loving couple, but now they are suddenly separated forever. It really makes one sigh that life is so unpredictable.
The entire Zichen Sword Sect was clearly immersed in joy a few days ago, but now it is suddenly covered in mourning...
Passing through the numerous courtyards of the sect, wherever you look, you see nothing but white.
The white silk swayed in the wind, making Li Fuyi feel extremely dazzling and numb in her heart. She didn't know what to feel.
Panic swept over him, and he couldn't help but speed up, not even realizing when he had overtaken Shen Changxun.
As soon as he jumped off Taiwei, before he could stand firmly, he saw Jiuhua, who was wearing rough linen clothes and mourning cloth on his head, looking at him.
He staggered and muttered to himself, "No... No... It must be fake..."
Jiuhua ran towards him, his eyes red from crying, tears welling up in his eyes, "Master! Why did you come back just now?"
"Wu... Grandmaster... Grandmaster is gone..."