refuse to be a teacher

Chapter 174

"Xue...Xue Xiaomao, Xue Lanyin!!"

At that time, Yan Jue fell to the ground, his ribs were in unbearable pain, and he couldn't get up smoothly.But just looking up and seeing the current situation, my whole heart is in a mess, so how can I care about other things?

So he staggered and propped up his arms, and without any explanation, he wanted to move away from where Xue Lanyin was.

However, his movements were still too slow after all.

Yan Jue, the master, hasn't even straightened up once - his good apprentice has already been blown away by Wen Pianhong's palm, and by coincidence, he just fell into Yan Jue's arms and fell headfirst. Where his ribs were broken, there were bursts of disturbing tinnitus.

The master and apprentice were almost stuck together, and then Yan Jue folded his body and leaned back, holding Xue Lanyin, stumbling and rolling on the ground again.

When he finally stopped, the thin skin on Xue Lan's back had been burnt by the continuous gushing of blood, and it was festered and turned outwards, showing a scorched black color.

The whole body of the living sword clansmen, from blood to bones, even from eyelashes to hair strands, will become rare sophisticated weapons in critical or critical moments.

Therefore, when they perform necessary activities on weekdays, they often need to expend more physical energy than ordinary people to control and suppress the turbulent bones and blood in their bodies that are ready to go all the time.

In other words, once you miss your hand and fail to grasp it well, the blood that is flowing and circulating will hurt you first, not others.

For a hundred years, all living sword clansmen with normal survivability have long regarded suppressing their own strength as an indispensable instinct.

Because this kid once went to hell, Xue Lan completely forgot about Yan Jue at that time, but the most essential reaction of his body was still clear, and he never forgot to control the boiling blood in his body .

But he hanged the life he picked up all the way until now, and it's almost time to come to an end.

As long as a person is alive, blood must be indispensable as a part of the body.Yan Jue hugged Xue Lanyin, and he didn't know how much strength he had to use to help him up and let him sit in his arms.

Both of them were covered in reddish-brown blood stains, and for a moment they couldn't even tell whose wound failed to stop.

But fortunately, when the person came back, Yan Jue stretched out his hand to hold Xue Lanyin's cheek, and he could clearly feel his chaotic struggling breathing—only at such a time, the beating heartbeats of each other were tightly attached to each other, Once again entangled to the point of inseparability.

Because Xue Lan had already lost too much blood, it was difficult for her whole body to exert any strength. In addition, she received Wen Pianhong's deadly sword behind her for no reason, so she was even more horrified and bled.

Right now, his consciousness was dark and heavy, and when he opened his eyes again, there was only chaos and blur in his vision.But because Xue Lan lowered her head slightly, her eyes were filled with scarlet red, but she could still see Yan Jue's pale face, but with infinite tenderness.

In the darkness, the two pressed their foreheads together silently.Yan Jue spread out his five fingers and touched the back of the apprentice's skin-festered hand, but he turned his wrist over his palm, and slowly and gently wrapped and held it.

At that time the dawn was falling.A ray of sunlight on the top of Lingtai Mountain is more enjoyable than the desolation at the foot of the mountain.

It can be seen that tomorrow is about to dawn, and the large swirls of blue and black flowing souls in front of and behind Wen Pianhong seem to block and absorb all the faint light of the sky, one after another like death. Fly out.

Afterwards, because Xue Lan watched Wen Pianhong's severed head by his own hands, because her soul was still alive, she struggled desperately, trembling constantly, and finally seemed to be unaffected, with the flow The soul's tilt rolled all the way, and flew back to the original owner's shoulder completely.

At that time, Xue Lanyin probably also understood that the attacks from ordinary swords and heavy weapons could not directly injure Wen Pianhong.

Yan Jue's internal strength, which could be called ferocious in his early years, might be able to fight against it.But now is now after all, and Yan Jue's martial arts are not as good as before. Needless to say, Xue Lanyin is basically insulated from any martial arts moves related to his cultivation except for bloodletting and killing people.

——What's more, Wen Pianhong has come to this point, let alone giving them a chance to resist or escape.

At that time, Yan Jue and Xue Lan had basically lost all the ability to fight back, and the only thing they could do was to stand still and wait for death.

Of course Xue Lanyin didn't want to die.He spread his arms vigorously, hugged Yan Jue in his arms, and then picked up the Ya Ling sword that fell to the ground beside him, trying to make one last powerless resistance.

However, under the domination of thousands of wandering souls, the sharp sword in Wen Pianhong's hand, after piercing through Xue Lanyin's back, still retains the scorching temperature from being stained with living blood.

He looked up at Xue Lanyin, his eyes were always gloomy and cold.Surrounded by the blue-black soul smoke, his facial features, which are almost the same as Xue Lanyin's, have gradually become fragmented.

"Hell...Xue Erjin, what right do you have to say that you want to send me to hell?"

He laughed, and said with a smile: "Didn't I personally send your brother, that timid and timid waste thing down?"

Xue Lan's eyes darkened, and she silently clenched the hilt of Ya Ling's sword with five fingers, but before he could make any movement, Yan Jue gently grabbed his shoulders.

"All of you here...all of you on Lingtai Mountain, what right do you have to hold the slightest bit of resentment towards me?"

"After more than 20 years of hard work, I have tried my best to maintain the precarious dignity of the head of your famous family!"

"In the final analysis, you... are all just a bunch of ignorant and cruel waste."

Holding his dagger, Wen Pianhong took a step forward, as if he was talking to himself, or complaining to someone.

What he knew was that from the moment he joined the Lingtai Yijian Sect, no one regarded him as a member of the same sect.Including the period when Mo Fuqiu was seriously injured and comatose, everyone inside and outside Lingtai Mountain only regarded him as a tool of the Fuxing sect.

He really laughed, and felt that everything in front of him was so stupid and funny.So he slowly raised the short sword, pointed the sword point directly at Xue Lanyin's eyebrows, but gradually diverted his gaze to everyone around him.

"Lingtai Yijian School, what a decent school. Stubborn and pedantic, they are just a group of stupid and cold-blooded animals..."

"A group of livestock...!"

——The last sentence was just blurted out, but in the middle of the sentence, the heart-wrenching trembling sound of this series of words stopped abruptly.

Wen Pianhong still held the short sword that was about to be swung out in his hand.A clear muffled sound came from the ear, the sound of flesh and blood being completely pierced and torn by a sharp weapon.

Everyone present was stunned, even Xue Lan was ready to go up and fight to the death—at this moment, he saw a huge green stone knife coming straight from behind, almost in the blink of an eye. In an instant, Wen Pianhong's abdomen was pierced fiercely.

Xue Lanyin couldn't believe her eyes.

Because behind the heavy and thick stone knife, it was not someone else standing, but Shen Miaozhou who was still hugging her husband just now and was dying of pain.

This time, not only Xue Lan and Yan Jue stood in the same place in a daze, but even the disciples who were seriously injured all around couldn't help raising their heads in amazement, looking at the place where Wen Pianhong and Shen Miaozhou were. In the direction, Ju couldn't help being distorted and panicked.

Perhaps Wen Pianhong himself was still unconsciously dazed.But the stone knife came really suddenly, Shen Miaozhou was only a weak woman with slender limbs, but she was born in the sword sect who had practiced for many years, once the knife was released, the strength used must not be comparable to that of ordinary women.

Therefore, Wen Pianhong's whole body trembled involuntarily when the knife pierced horizontally.It's a pity that what overflowed from that hideous wound was not blood, but a black smoke composed of scattered flowing souls.

At that time Shen Miaozhou fixedly stared at the tall and outstanding man in front of him, after a while, Fang raised his arm and forcefully pulled the stone knife out of his body.

Then, again, without hesitation, it smashed into his chest.

Panting lowly, she became ruthless, raised the stone knife high, and said in a strange and hoarse voice: "You... you... monster..."

"monster!"

"You monster!!"

Shen Miaozhou roared incoherently, two lines of turbid tears trickled down from her embarrassed side cheeks, soaking the skirt of her clothes silently.

It wasn't until this time that Wen Pianhong turned around slowly, twisted his neck numbly and mechanically, turning the blade-like gaze into consternation, into pain, and the trace that could be called The slightest softness - turned and spared no effort, reflected on Shen Miaozhou's shoulders.

He didn't fight back.Standing in front of Shen Miaozhou like a log, she let the blunt and thick stone knife in her hand fall down again and again, piercing through his cold and stiff chest.

And wherever the blade touched, it didn't take long for a layer of blue spots that would only appear on the dead body.Like insects and ants nibbling away, it smelled from Pianhong's chest in an instant, spread all the way to the side of the neck, and finally stopped on the half of the distorted face.

—— Xue Lan was the first to realize that the heavy stone implement in Shen Miaozhou's hand was not ordinary, and to him, it could be said to be familiar to a certain extent.

"It's the Ghost Sword." Yan Jue hurriedly grabbed Xue Lanyin's arm, and reminded him in a low voice, "Don't go there, I may hurt you..."

Xue Lan responded lightly, turned her head and led Yan Jue back a few steps.From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Shen Miaozhou's side again and unconsciously identified Shi Dao's name.

——It is indeed Li Guidao without a doubt.

It was the murderous knife that Wen Pianhong often carried on his body, which once killed countless people.