Chapter 315 The World and the Wasteland and Her

In this world, geniuses, monsters, secluded sects, and secluded immortals were everywhere.

The mysteries of the world naturally caused many taboos.

One of these was the Mount Li Sword Sect of the Chen Kingdom.

As one of the two great sword cultivation sects in the world, the power of Mount Li Sword Sect was self-evident.

And the thing that scared the world the most was the famous method of resolving weapons in the Mount Li Sword Sect.

Nearly two hundred years ago, the unified Great Chu collapsed. The Great Ancestor of the Chen Kingdom arose in the Chen Lands. At that time, Great Zhou occupied the fertile land of the Central Plains and led troops all the way north. Great Xia also regarded the Chen Lands as a treasure in its possession and advanced eastward. Chen Di was about to be swallowed by these two monsters. The Great Ancestor of the Chen Kingdom knelt at the foot of Mount Li for three days and finally invited the Mount Li swordsman out of the mountain.

As a result, the eight thousand swords were unable to cultivate an inch of armor, only holding a long sword as they crossed the Tianshan Pass of You Zhou.

Two hundred thousand Great Zhou elites fought against him for a full seven days.

However, the resistance of the Chen Kingdom was held back by the Great Xia cavalry, and they were unable to help for a long time, leaving the eight thousand sword xiu alone.

It was autumn, and the Bingjia Taboo. At that time, Yang Yujing, who was in charge of the Mount Li Sword Sect, gave the order and the eight thousand sword cultivators all died together with the two hundred thousand Great Zhou elites.

In the end, Yang Yujing stood alone on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. Using the sword as a brush and qi as ink, he carved eight large characters on the walls of Tianshan Pass. The sword was horizontal to the autumn!

After engraving these words, Yang Yujing was able to sit outside Tianshan Pass.

The eight words were still clearly visible on the walls of Tianshan Pass.

And the prestige of the Li Mountain Sword Sect's Soldier Solution Technique had also been passed down since then. Everyone in the world was both shocked and afraid of this. Every time they fought against the Li Mountain Swordsmen, they would be more fearful.

This was because once he used this technique, no matter how serious his injuries were, he would be able to recover in an instant, and his cultivation would also be greatly improved in a short period of time. Of course, the price he would have to pay was extremely high, and that was the lifespan of the sword xiu that had been rapidly burned.

The method of resolving a weapon was not something Xin Mi could do.

Hence, when the black-armored leader said this, Fang Ziyu's face turned pale as he looked at the man standing in front of him in surprise.

Meng Liang, on the other hand, did not say anything. He just stared at the black-armored man with deep eyes.

In the next moment, he leapt up and killed his way out.

A white True Spirit Heart appeared behind him at that time.

Capturing the thief first, he knew very well that he and Fang Ziyu would only have a chance of survival if they killed this Mortal Realm expert in front of them.

"Earth level True Spirit." The black-armored man did not panic in the face of Meng Liang's powerful attack. His eyes narrowed and his gaze landed on the white True Spirit behind Meng Liang. He let out a sincere sigh, "He truly deserves to be the first disciple of Mount Li."

Then, the sword in his hand was suddenly unsheathed.

It was a somewhat strange sword. The blade of the sword was long and slender, four feet away, but the edge of the sword was not sharp. It looked like a blunt weapon.

At that time, the dusky yellow true essence surged towards his sword. At that time, his huge sword was wrapped in layers of golden stones. It was his True Spirit, a kind of True Spirit that strengthened his own weapon. His sword kept getting bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, it was seven feet long and three inches wide. Then, he fiercely waved at Meng Liang, who was coming at him.

The strength of his sword and the unimaginable weight carried by the sword itself gathered together. That seemingly ordinary swing unexpectedly caused waves of strong winds to rise. It could be said that its momentum was extremely heavy, and it was enough to cut mountains and cut rocks.

Boom!

Along with a muffled sound, Meng Liang and the white True Spirit he summoned were fiercely sent flying under this heavy blow.

"Meng Liang!" Seeing this, Fang Ziyu let out a cry of alarm. He wanted to help, but at that time, the soldiers surrounding them also rushed over and stopped Fang Ziyu. Although Fang Ziyu raised his sword to defend against the enemy, it was not an easy task to break through the siege of these soldiers in a short period of time.

The winning Black Armored Leader did not continue to tease Meng Liang. He was quite afraid of Li Shan's method of resolving the battle. Although Meng Liang was at the end of his rope because he had burned too much of his lifespan, he did not have any last resort. The Black Armored Leader, who had experienced countless lives and deaths, was naturally unwilling to give Meng Liang a chance.

At that time, he leapt up and directly attacked Meng Liang, who was knocked to the ground.

The sword that had been supported by the True Spirit looked extremely heavy, but it landed in the hands of the man with ease. His speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, he arrived in front of Meng Liang and waved it fiercely again.

This time, his strength seemed to have increased a little.

In a daze, an overwhelming might spread out from the sword. If it was struck hard by this strike, even Meng Liang would have to die on the spot.

At this moment, Meng Liang staggered to his feet. He did not have the strength to resist or dodge this move.

Helplessly, his heart skipped a beat, and the white True Spirit instantly whistled towards him.

The white sword wings behind the True Spirit suddenly retracted and blocked him like a shield.

Boom!

Another loud explosion occurred.

The white True Spirit's body flew backwards, and the sharp sword intent on its back was scattered and damaged.

Even though Meng Liang, who was connected to the Heart God, had dodged the man's killing move, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and his expression became dispirited.

"Hmph, let me see what else you can do this time." The black-armored leader said with a sinister smile. He stood in front of Meng Liang condescendingly, his eyes full of color.

The giant sword in his hand was once again raised by him, and without the slightest hesitation, it whistled towards Meng Liang's head.

Seeing this, Meng Liang's face immediately revealed a bitter smile.

He was already a Fifth Stage Heavenly Hunt Realm cultivator, and he had condensed a rare Earth Grade True Spirit. In addition to this method of disarming, it was reasonable to say that a cultivator in the Leaving Dust Realm would have the power to fight.

However, the previous battles, coupled with the turbulence of the past few days, even if it was a method to neutralize the weakness in his body, it would not be able to completely neutralize it.

In the end, even if these pursuers hadn't caught up to him, his body, which he had forcefully supported with the Soldier Splitting Technique, had almost reached the point where the lamp was running dry. At this moment, he no longer had any leverage to fight against the expert in the Leaving Dust Realm in front of him.

He was unwilling.

Thinking that if he died, Fang Ziyu would not be able to escape the calamity…

In the end, he failed to keep his promise.

At this moment, the black-armored leader's heavy sword blade was already charging towards him like a mountain.

Meng Liang closed his eyes in despair. He was filled with unwillingness and shame as he waited for death to arrive.

"Meng!"

However, at that moment, an exclamation suddenly came from the side of his ear.

Fang Ziyu sensed Meng Liang's condition. She didn't care about anything else. She fought to break through the siege of many armor warriors with a few sword wounds. Seeing the black-armored leader's sword tip, she was about to make a rumble on Meng Liang's head in the blink of an eye.

The girl's heart trembled. She didn't even have time to think, so she jumped up and arrived in front of Meng Liang. She used her body to block the black-armored leader's mountain-like attack.

Scorching blood sprayed out at that time and dyed Meng Liang's eyes that had just opened.

The man's pupils suddenly dilated.

In his eyes were Fang Ziyu's slowly closed eyes, his beautiful and silent face, and the burning and dazzling red corners of his mouth.

The girl's body slowly fell towards him. Time seemed to have been pushed down by someone, and it began to slow down.

The scene of the girl collapsing changed in front of his eyes.

It seemed to be the most beautiful and desperate scene Meng Liang had ever seen in his life.

Finally, the girl landed on his shoulder.

Her aura was so weak that Meng Liang could clearly feel her internal organs being shattered and her meridians being torn apart.

His body began to tremble, and blood covered his eyes.

"Huh? What a pity, I still want to play for a while longer." The black-armored man was slightly stunned, but a hint of mockery quickly appeared in his eyes. He looked at the ferocious Meng Liang in front of him, as if he was looking at an extremely interesting toy.

Meng Liang gently put down the person in his arms. During this process, he was cautious, as if he was afraid that a slight carelessness would wake her up from her deep sleep. He did not even forget to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth with his clothes and stroke the hair on her forehead with his hand. During this process, he was also cautious.

Afterwards, he stood up with difficulty while holding onto his sword.

He looked at the black-armored leader, and the blood in his eyes became even more intense. He was extremely similar to the evil wolf that had been forced to the end by the hunter. He wanted to fight to the death before he died. But not to survive, just to tear off a piece of flesh and blood from the hunter's body…

That's all.

The black-armored leader saw Meng Liang's thoughts from his actions. He smiled disdainfully and said, "What? Do you still want to kill me?"

Meng Liang did not respond to the black-armored leader. He only raised the sword in his hand high up. His body was trembling, and the sword in his hand was trembling as well. It was not because of fear or anything else, but because of anger.

The boundless, surging rage in his chest; The anger that enveloped him, drowned him, and suffocated him!

He needs to vent his anger.

He used the sword in his hand, the hatred in his heart, and the blood of his enemies to extinguish it!

So he moved.

Even if he staggered, even if the sword move in his hand was as soft as a joke.

However, he still moved, swinging his sword straight towards the head of the black-armored leader.

What awaited him was the black-armored leader's extremely casual sword strike.

Without the slightest bit of room to resist, his body flew backwards again.

This time, his True Essence was completely exhausted. Nearly half of his limbs and bones were shattered. He could no longer stand up. He could only stare at the black-armored leader with his blood-red eyes wide open.

Of course he was unwilling.

He failed to fulfill his promise. He watched helplessly as Fang Ziyu fell in front of him.

However, he no longer had any strength left. His True Essence had been completely exhausted. His body was dried up like a river bed without rain for a hundred years, except…

Meng Liang's heart trembled at that moment.

He caught a glimpse of a white grain of rice in the depths of his dantian.

Sword seed!

He suddenly remembered that when he parted ways with Mo Chen Zi, the other party had said that if one day he agreed to go to the Sword Tomb to guard the mausoleum, then he could activate the sword seed. Naturally, someone would come to receive him.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had remembered this earlier and activated the sword seed, with Mo Chen Zi's Earthly Immortal cultivation, how could they have fallen to such a heaven and earth?

By activating the sword seed, even if Mo Chen sensed it, he would have already died by the time he arrived. However, this sword seed was planted into his body by Mo Chen Zi, wrapping around a wisp of sword intent from an Earthly Immortal Realm Sword Immortal. Although it was extremely thin, if he was caught off guard…

Thinking of this, Meng Liang had a plan in his heart.

At that time, he struggled violently and tried to stand up. At that time, the black-armored leader also walked up to him.

At that moment, the black-armored leader stretched out his foot and fiercely stepped on Meng Liang's body.

Meng Liang, who was already seriously injured, instantly collapsed and spat out blood.

"A disciple of Mount Li, that's all." The black-armored leader sneered. He said this with a fanatical expression. He seemed to be enjoying Meng Liang's endless hatred, but he looked like he had nothing to do.

After saying those words, the sword in his hand was once again raised high by him.

He wanted to use this sword to smash open Meng Liang's head. As he thought about the upcoming scene of flesh and blood splashing everywhere, he became somewhat impatient.

In the next moment, he did not hesitate at all and swung the sword in his hand straight down.

The expression on his face became slightly distorted because of fanaticism, and it also looked somewhat ferocious because of the distortion.

He knew that there was no longer any suspense in this battle.

However, just as his heavy sword tip was less than half an inch away from Meng Liang's head, Meng Liang, who had collapsed to the ground and seemed to have lost his fighting spirit, suddenly burst out with a divine light in his eyes!

It was a sword light.

Meng Liang gritted his teeth and used all of his strength to stretch out his hand. His index and ring fingers extended, and the other three fingers closed. The sword seed in his body seemed to have sensed Meng Liang's determination at that time. It began to tremble crazily, and a wisp of sword intent exploded out from his body. It flew over the damaged meridians in Meng Liang's body and shot out from his fingers.

It was an extremely bright, yet extremely small, white light.

In the blink of an eye, it was like a screen in the darkness.

However, its speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it crossed the distance between Meng Liang and the black-armored leader and arrived between his eyebrows. Then, he jumped and pierced through.

As a result, the black-armored leader's sword suddenly stopped in front of Meng Liang's head, along with the smile that was about to blossom on his face.

His entire body seemed to have been cut off from this world at that time.

The outside world was noisy and restless.

The black-armored commander remained silent.

A few breaths later.

His grip on the sword suddenly loosened, and the golden objects wrapped around it also dissipated. The sword revealed its original appearance and lightly fell down. At that time, a red dot appeared between the black-armored leader's eyebrows. It was like cinnabar, but it was even more scarlet than cinnabar.

It was a drop of blood.

The sword intent pierced through the space between his eyebrows. Although it was only a tiny bloody hole, it was enough to erase all of his vitality.

Thus, the arrogant black-armored commander's body trembled at that moment, and then his body fell backwards like a puppet that had lost its lifting string.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned at that moment, and their surroundings immediately fell into a deathly silence.

That was a Mortal Realm expert!

Meng Liang was clearly on the verge of death, how did he accomplish this?

Everyone's gazes at Meng Liang instantly became terrified, and Meng Liang slowly stood up with his sword on his back. His eyes were still scarlet, and the anger in his heart did not dissipate at all.

He looked at the soldiers with a bloody red gaze. The hearts of the soldiers instantly trembled and they subconsciously took a step back. Meng Liang stepped forward. Although his footsteps were slow and his body trembled, even so, those soldiers were still burned by the souls of the bloody man at that moment. Without caring about anything else, they quickly fled as if they had lost their armor.

It's still raining.

The mountain forest was still suffused with a faint smell of blood.

Meng Liang stood there for a long time, letting the rain soak through his body.

After a long time, he took a step forward and walked to the girl who was lying on the ground. He looked at the face that seemed to be asleep, and the energy in his body seemed to have been emptied. He sat down again.

Ziyu is dead.

And he's dying.

He took revenge, but his heart was still empty.

Because Ziyu's life, not everyone's life can be repaid… At least in Meng Liang's heart…

Fang Ziyu was the most important thing.

He sat there quietly, stretching out his hand again and again to wipe away the rain on his face, and then looked at him silently, waiting for death to arrive.

…

Squeak!

After an unknown period of time, a soft sound suddenly came from behind him.

It was the sound of a foot stepping on a withered branch on the ground. Someone is coming this way.

Perhaps it was the hunters who wanted to try their luck in the night, or perhaps it was the pursuers who came back from the aftertaste.

However, Meng Liang did not care.

Fang Ziyu was already dead, so everything was no longer important at this time.

Chen Country, Meng Clan, or his life were no longer important.

Therefore, Meng Liang did not turn around. He still looked at that face and cherished every moment. He could only watch it for a breath longer.

"If you continue to do this, then the girl's life force behind her will be gone." At that time, a tender and ice-cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

This simple sentence seemed to have struck something in Meng Liang's heart. His body trembled and he suddenly turned around. However, he couldn't help but be stunned by the look on his face.

Of course, it was a very beautiful face, but compared to her glance, the most eye-catching thing was the pair of purple eyes on her face.

"Mother?" After a few breaths of surprise, Meng Liang suddenly cried out.

"Yes." The purple-eyed girl nodded and walked to him.

"Mother has a way to save her?" Meng Liang came back to his senses and remembered what he said before. He didn't have time to investigate how this girl got here, so he asked anxiously at that time.

The purple-eyed girl looked at the eagerness on the man's face and inexplicably thought of the heartless man. Her eyes trembled a little at that time, but in the blink of an eye, they returned to normal.

"Not only do I have a way to save her, I also have a way to save you." The purple-eyed girl said indifferently, her expression relaxed as if such a thing was insignificant to her.

Meng Liang, whose vitality was almost exhausted, automatically ignored the second half of the girl's words. He hurriedly said, "Then save her! Save her!"

The seven-foot-tall man spoke with urgency and tears, as well as pleading and sympathy.

This was not something that was too pleasing to the eye, and it was enough to move most of them.

However, the purple-eyed girl remained motionless. She only lowered her head and looked at the miserable Meng Liang. The corner of her mouth curled into a smile.

"You can save her, but … you have to promise me one thing."

"What is it? Mother, please don't hesitate to speak." Meng Liang hurriedly said.

"Guard the mausoleum." The purple-eyed girl lightly spat out two words.

Meng Liang's body was slightly stunned at that time, and without any hesitation, he nodded heavily, "As long as Master Niang can save Ziyu, this disciple is willing!"

"The Southern Wilderness is lonely. If you don't reach the limit, you won't be able to set foot in the Central Plains again. You must understand." The purple-eyed girl asked.

"This disciple has understood. Please save Ziyu." Meng Liang said loudly. Then, he knelt down in front of the young girl and kowtowed to her, muttering something.

"Mother, please save Ziyu!"

"Mother, please save Ziyu!"

"Mother, please save Ziyu!"

…

The purple-eyed girl's expression became more and more absent-minded when she saw him like this. If that person were alive and saw her being so coercive and tempting, it would inevitably be another reprimand. He had always been so stubborn and frighteningly paranoid, but he had always acted in a manner that was reasonable and convincing.

Thinking of this, she felt a slight pain in her heart. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand and press it on the man's head.

"Don't blame me."

"If you really want her to live well…"

"Just defend the Sword Mausoleum…"

"Because only by guarding the Mausoleum of the Sword can we protect this world."

"And only this world is still safe and sound…"

"Only in this world or in this world can she be safe and sound…"

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