Chapter 23： not enough

The moment the finger touched the hilt of the sword, between the heaven and the earth, it seemed that even the wind had stagnated.

Lin Chiu took a deep breath and shook it hard.

"boom--"

A sorrowful and heroic emotion slammed into her heart instantly.

Blood, fire, weapons of a knife, dying comrades, fangs of demons, howling children...

In the huge fortress, there are fewer than a hundred cultivators who can still stand!

Although a flesh and blood body, it has built a steel line of defense! The dense dark clouds and the whistling wind above the head are the war songs of the heroic spirits.

Under the fortress, the magic army is like a tide. Although there are no more than a hundred people on the city wall, everyone carries the wishes and expectations of countless heroes.

Swear to death, never return!

At the end of the battle, every hero's corpse standing at the head of the city can make the demons frighten and stop!

This is... Thousands of years ago, Wu Nishui led the Qianqiguan defense battle!

In an instant, the iron and blood of countless heroic spirits poured into Lin Chuo's chest, and she was caught off guard, tears rained down immediately.

On the red glass sword in his hand, an invisible air wave broke out again.

The color of the wind and clouds changed, the red resentment seemed to be hit by a heavy punch, the small skeleton seemed to have fallen into the hurricane, and was quickly torn to pieces. The giant skeletons were also unstable, lying on the ground, shouting unwillingly angry at the top of the mountain. .

"Wu... Meng... Xia..."

Lin Chuo looked down from the top of the mountain, only to feel shocked.

The sword in the palm embodies the unyielding will of the Xianling, which makes her mind excited, and the dense and venomous hatred at the bottom of the mountain is directed towards the guardian of this generation-Wu Mengxia.

Above the red glaze sword, a crystal clear light glided slowly, like a tear of sadness.

Lin Chuo sensed a sorrow from the sword.

It was a slightly old thought, and it asked her, ‘Am I... wrong? ’

‘Is it wrong to inherit the will of the ancestors and swear to defend the country to the death? ’

‘Is it wrong to think that I can be like the ancestors until reinforcements arrive. ’

‘Anyone is strictly forbidden to retreat and evacuate, so as not to disturb the military’s morale and cause thousands of lives. Is it wrong? ’

‘Is it wrong to bear the grievances of the unjust souls, but I hide my face under the protection of the heroic spirits of the ancestors, so that the grievances grow deeper. ’

‘Is everything that Wu Mengxia did wrong? ’

"I don't know." Lin Chu said calmly, slowly drew the Liuli Scarlet Sword from the Bone Mountain.

Liuli Chijian faintly resisted.

Lin Chiu said, "Instead of asking me or others, it's better to ask your own heart. You only ask yourself, did you have a clear conscience when you made the decision?!"

There was a moment of silence.

In the next second, a shocking aura spewed from the sword body!

The shock wave clearly visible to the naked eye burst out from the tip of the sword!

Wu Mengxia... have a clear conscience!

"Boom--long--"

The shock wave swept across the world, and the Bone Mountain peak under the sword was the first to bear the brunt, and it was directly destroyed at the moment the momentum erupted. The air wave exploded under his feet, and Lin Chuo held the sword tightly in both hands, following the ups and downs of the impact air wave, falling layer by layer until the entire bone mountain was completely destroyed.

The shock wave continued to advance towards the four fields, but when it came into contact with it, all the white and red bones turned into fly ash in an instant.

Where the bones disappeared, strands of pure white aura rose slowly, staying in the air, as if saying goodbye to the sky and the earth with a smile.

And where the scarlet bones disappeared, there was a sharp, unwilling roar piercing the soul.

Lin Chiu's heart moved, holding the Liuli Chijian tightly, sucking those last grievances into the sea of ​​knowledge, and urging the seventh petal of Yelian to open!

The densely soaring grievances gathered, and the seventh petal of Yelian blossomed quickly! Condensed!

The red resentment between heaven and earth has faded a lot, and faintly can see a bit of azure.

Lin Chuo let out a sigh of relief, carefully raised the Liuli Chijian and placed it in front of him to watch.

This is a beautiful sword, the blade is only **** wide, crystal clear and transparent, like ice and frost, with a faint blood.

The hilt of the sword is made of the same material, and it is warm and cool, as if holding a good transparent nephrite.

Lin Chu couldn't help but gently raised his eyebrows.

Is this sword hers?

The sword body moved slightly, and Wu Mengxia's old thoughts came.

‘This sword is named Red Beauty, which was cast by the ancestor Wu Nishui. This sword was born with a psychic and lived in the underground mausoleum for a long time. It condensed the will of the heroic spirits of the past and became this sword spirit space. This time I failed to hold the Thousand Difference Pass. When I died, I was drawn to this place by the sword intent, and also brought the thousands of resentments into the peaceful land of Xianling... Alas...’

‘Since you are a living soul, you can be drawn here to prove that you are connected to the red beauty. Take it to see the world outside! Young man, I wish you a bright future. ’

Lin Chu silently grasped the hilt of the sword and said, "Old man, you don't need to be concerned. You and your ancestors do the same thing. Since he is a hero, you don't need to belittle yourself. Since I have received this generous gift, I will definitely do it for you. Ask for justice. You can watch it in the sky with peace of mind!"

A drop of crystal water flowed through the sword.

A wisp of white gas steamed up, caught up with the heroic spirits in mid-air, and slowly moved into the resting place of the dead.

Lin Chu let out a sigh of relief, narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

The matter is not over yet.

Sure enough, the residual red resentment between the world and the earth began to converge towards one place.

Lin Chiu's Tongren tightened and put the sword in front of him.

This sword has been with the heroic spirits of the past for thousands of years, condensing countless awe-inspiring auras, and the most restrained spirit.

Lin Chu has already noticed something wrong.

There is no difference between Wu Mengxia's battle and Wu Nishui's battle thousands of years ago.

But Wu Nishui waited for reinforcements, and Wu Mengxia was released by Wang.

Do not blame Wu Mengxia either.

Lin Chiu believed that when the soldiers who guarded the Qianqi Pass died in battle, they would be the same as the martyrs, who were brave and fearless and generous to die.

There should not be such a vicious grievance.

Among them, there must be weird.

Lin Chiu clenched the sword in his hand.

This sword dances and feels very strange. If you want to describe it, Lin Chu feels that it is made of water. Every trace of her power can be accurately transmitted to every part of the sword, and it will also give her feedback in real time. All the smallest and intensive feelings have a kind of heart-to-heart meaning.

The red streamer was flowing in the glass-like sword body, and when Lin Chu picked it to the tip of the sword, the entire sword body was as transparent as water, but the tip of the sword was filled with blood.

This is the color of hero blood.

Every time the tip of the sword passed, the red resentment in the air was like foam falling on the red blazing iron, and it evaporated with a sound of "zi".

Lin Chuo gently stepped on the ground with his toes, holding the sword in one hand, and lightly swept toward the place where the resentment gathered.

Although the foundation-building body is not considered as stepping into the immortal gate, when it starts to run, it takes a big leap and can easily jump more than five meters. The short take-off feeling made Lin Chu's heart surging, and the feeling of being able to fly by himself was much faster than being carried by others.

With the sword in her hand, Fei-zhang didn't have any cumbersomeness, but faintly gave her some thrust. Following the momentum of the long sword breaking the wind, she adjusted her breathing and movements to fit the sword more closely.

The Red Sword swayed by his side, and Lin Chu took a leap, and he floated a full ten meters away!

The place where resentment gathers is near.

The red mist is engulfed, twisted and ferocious, a scarlet skeleton that can't look up to the top, slowly taking shape!

Lin Chiu hurriedly held the sword in both hands and stood in front of his chest. The sword swept abruptly and swept away the mist of resentment wrapped in front of him. The eighth petal of Yelian trembling gently, with a hint of opening.

Seeing that the goal he had been looking forward to for a few days was about to be achieved, even the Buddha could not calm down, Lin Jiao's heart was pounding, his hands were slightly numb with excitement.

The fruits of victory are close at hand, as if at your fingertips!

Lin Chu hurriedly took three big steps and floated to the feet of the giant skeleton that had not yet been fully formed, holding the sword in both hands, raising it flat between his eyebrows and eyes, and cutting straight towards its ankle.

"Zi—"

The sword's body was connected to the bones, and it made a sour, piercing sound.

Feeling resistance coming from the sword, Lin Chuo immediately poured all the spiritual energy in the dantian meridian into the sword in his hand, and at the same time urged the consciousness of Haiyelian, using itself as the carrier to connect the two closely.

In an instant, the sea of ​​self-knowledge of suction rushed out, and through the exquisite and transparent blade, it landed directly on the giant skeleton that could not be seen.

"Roar--"

Far away in the sky, came a vague roar. The giant skull suddenly lifted his leg, and instantly took Lin Chuo into the air.

Lin Chu only felt his body lighter and he was getting farther and farther from the earth.

It was too late to evacuate. She clenched the hilt with both hands and sent the sword deeper, stuck in the bones of the giant skeleton, desperately absorbing the monstrous resentment contained in the skeleton.

The sky and the earth have restored their original colors, and all resentments in the sword spirit space have been concentrated on this giant skeleton.

The giant skull lifted the bones and legs in the air, and after a slight pause, they stepped down toward the ground!

"His—" Lin Chuo took a breath, as if sitting in an elevator that was falling out of control, he could only watch the earth get closer and closer.

At this critical moment, a magnificent war song echoed in the void once again.

Countless transparent points of light gathered quickly, like snowflakes, one by one, sticking to the surface of the giant skeleton.

Its movements gradually stiffened.

Lin Chu took a sigh of relief, slid back the messy hair, rolled over and stepped on the back of the giant skeleton, holding the sword in both hands, and thrusting it down!

Yelian, Chijian, and Lin Tiao, the three of them are connected with each other, and the awe-inspiring breath clears the surroundings, resentment is like summer hail, quickly dissolving under the scorching sun.

It's just not enough.

Although thousands of heroic spirits helped, the grievances were quickly dispelled by the combined force of Yelian and Chijian, but the remaining power of the skeleton's huge foot had not been completely eliminated, and it took Lin Chuo and slammed it to the ground.

"It's almost... almost..." Lin Chu felt weak.

Her cultivation base was too low, she couldn't exert the true power of Yelian and Chijian at all.

Just when she was ready to jump off the car and fall into trouble, her forehead suddenly felt cold, and there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in her ears.

Wei Liang's cold and low voice came from nowhere.

"Interest is required."