161 Rain · Evil Fate

Now, sitting on the jade seat of the head of the Kunlun School is Yuyang Zhenren, not Yuyang. The strange woman kneeling in front of him is not the former unsurpassable senior sister Yuzhen. This person named "Wumei" has the soul of Yuzhen, but--

The light of her soul is domineering and strong. She would rather die than lose. She has long been swallowed up by demons during the change of the Dead Mountain. Now she is just a humble subordinate who works for her master Wu Lingchun.

She has completely lost herself and doesn't deserve to have anything to do with Yuzhen's name. The glory of the dead has long been lost, but the sin cannot be eliminated.

The opportunity to bury thousands of souls incarnated. Even if she changes her identity and even her body, she will be responsible for it to the end.

Yuyang Zhenren pulled out the pure hook sword at his waist, and the dazzling golden light submerged the whole Zhanghua Hall. In the whole world, it seemed that only he and the target under his sword were left.

Wu Mei looked up at him. This moment has finally come. She still remembers the words of the day. From the moment they met, they were doomed to die! He finally regained everything that should have belonged to him, the position of chief disciple and the position of head. In addition to Yushu's life, she could not give it back to him...

The cold sword light swept Wumei's neck. She didn't say a word. That's fine. Whether it's death or torture, no matter what kind of torture it is, she is at his disposal now!

The pure hook sword has pointed to Wumei's throat! Sure enough, do you want to kill the elder disciples and the spiritual position of the dead... For Wumei, this is not so much a punishment as a relief. If you can really wash away your sins and reincarnation and start again, if you can really die under this man's sword--

However, watching all this at the end of the disciple team can't allow this scene to happen! Although she also knew that Wumei had made such a big mistake, she couldn't do it anyway when she watched Wumei die!

"Kka."

The pure hook sword turned, but it did not stab. Yuyang's eyes, the arrows were generally extremely accurate in the hand of the distant spirit pressing the sword. She was seen through, and now it is useless to draw her sword.

Yuyang's head did not continue to pay attention to the distant spirit. He just lowered his head and said slowly to Wumei, "This sword has been sealed since you escaped from the boundary of Necromancer Mountain. A hundred years have passed... Sister, can you still use our Kunlun swordsmanship?"

Umei couldn't believe what she heard - what did he call her? Senior sister? Will he... still call this senior sister who killed his own brother?

"I..." Wumei said, but she didn't know how to continue the dialogue. Looking at Yu Yang's meaning, it seems that he wants to compete with her. Is he still clinging to the victory or defeat between the two? However, Yu Yang's move is nothing more than carving a boat and seeking a sword. Now she is no longer the one she was before.

The disciples in the Zhanghua Hall looked at each other in consternation. The elders stroked their beards, and then focused on Wumei and Yuyang. Is it not the execution of the rebellious disciples by the leader that will happen in this Zhanghua Hall, but the peak duel after the reunion of the senior sister and brother?

Yao Ling was also waiting nervously. In this case, Wu Mei's life was not in the hands of Yu Yang or her reinforcements, but in her own hands. As long as she is not dead, she is a warrior and will never have a reason to escape the challenge!

In silence, Yu Yang looked at Wumei. Suddenly, he waved his sleeves and turned the pure hook sword into a blue light and sent it back to the scabbard: "It seems that you don't use the sword now. Chen Wei, take her to the sword tower and choose a sword to take advantage of it.

"Yes." Chen Wei arched his hand and then made a "please" gesture to Wumei. Chen Wei... Isn't he the most important disciple of the leader who has been staying at the gate of Taiyi Palace when he has something important to do? His cultivation is not low, but it is much easier to deal with him alone than dealing with the disciples of the whole hall.

This is an opportunity! When Chen Wei led Wumei to the sword tower, he defeated him and took Wumei away before everyone found it! But the current problem is that the Jiao'e sisters are staring at each other. As long as she moves a little, the Jiao'e sisters will definitely solve it and mobilize all the disciples to intercept Yaoling. At that time, not only could he not save Wumei, but he was just stupid enough to expose himself.

What to do -

Seeing Chen Wei and Wu Mei walk out of the side door of Zhang Hua Hall, Yuanling's heart suddenly lit up. By the way, you can leave the soul! Although it is very dangerous to leave the body in the hands of the enemy, in the current situation, if you want to get out without the enemy's awareness, you can only take this road!

Yao Ling calmed down and slowly closed his eyes. After returning from Sifan Dongtian, her soul cultivation has reached a higher level. There is no need to rely on soul pills. As long as you meditate and recite spells in your heart, you can leave your soul in an instant.

Hualy... Hurry up... Yao Ling's eyes were close and he meditated in his heart. I hope Sister Wumei won't come out quickly with a sword casually. I hope she can delay as much as possible in the sword tower...

"Squeak-Cuck--"

The heavy wooden door of the Ancient Sword Pavilion was pushed open. Wumei followed Chen Wei in and looked blankly at everything in the pavilion. A hundred years have passed. Why can't there be any trace of time in the Kunlun School? The position of each sword seems to have not changed.

"This is..." Wumei saw a sword with a blood-red scabbard that she was extremely familiar with hanging on the independent bronze sword frame of the west wall. Under the sword frame, there is a dark green sword crookedly. How can anyone shoot a sword like this...

"How can anyone play the sword like this? You guy, take it away!"

"It's you who should take the sword away. This sword frame is a perfect match with my favorite sabutan sword!"

"It's not a perfect match. Anyway, I won't give you this sword frame!"

"What are you kidding? Neither the sword nor the sword holder is yours. It's just that the master asked you to take care of it--"

"Wow, which world will have a sword paranoia like you! If you are willing to put it diagonally, just put it like this. I'm too lazy to care about you!"

Wumei looked at it infatuatedly, and it appeared in front of her that she and Yuyang quarreled because of robbing this sword frame when she was young. He is so stubborn that he can't argue, but he refuses to let go of anything.

"Master." Chen Wei interrupted Wu Mei's recollection with a respectful title. She shook her head and said, "Don't call it that. I am no longer a disciple of the Kunlun School.

"However, didn't the master call you sister in front of all the disciples of the Kunlun School just now?" Chen Wei smiled and said, "Doesn't that mean that he has admitted you?"

Wumei's heart moved. Chen Wei... This person really looks like when he was a teenager. If he often smiled at that time, he must be the same as Chen Wei now.

Wumei walked through the iron forest-like sword frame and seemed to look at it in a hurry. Some of them didn't seem to be looking at it at all. Chen Wei followed her. As she walked, she asked, "When I was just in Taiyi Palace, was it you who knelt outside the palace and begged for mercy for me?"

"Yes." Chen Wei nodded. He asked to see the leader several times, and finally knelt down outside the Taiyi Palace. What he asked for turned out to be the culprit who condoned the change of Necromancer Mountain...

"It's really messy." Wumei sighed. Yuyang's training disciples were the most strict, which was better than Wumei's style of being in charge of the training ground at the beginning. "If you dare to do this, you must be very popular with the master."

"It's not... The disciple is an orphan, and he is indeed raised by his master." Chen Wei replied, "It's not a disciple's boasting. I'm afraid that no one in this generation of apprentices knows the master better than me..."

Wumei's hand stopped on the hilt of the sword. There was a pain in her heart, as if she expected what Chen Wei would say next. She smiled faintly and said, "I know. Among his brothers, no one knows him better than me..."

Perhaps, there is also the dead Yushu.

Anyway, this duel is what he has been looking forward to for a long time. It's been a hundred years." Wu Mei said, returned to the position where she had just entered the door and took the salican sword leaning against the sword frame.

She suddenly looked up at the beam, and her gentle eyes seemed to be gently scattered through the colorful wisteria frame of Wufu.

She looked at the beam, as if she were looking at a transparent figure.

She lowered her head and slowly pulled out the sword. The sword light shone on her eyes, and the cold light was terrting, and the cold sword light seemed to come from her eyes.

"So, I must not let him down."

"Kka." The frightening saber sword withdrew from its sheath, and Wumei said to Chen Wei, "Let's go."

The door of the Gujian Pavilion was opened again. The almost transparent man still sat on the beam with his shoulders in his arms, not following out or moving.

Waited for a hundred years of duel...

Yuanling looked at his translucent hand and smiled bitterly. It seemed that it was a little early to leave the soul this time. Perhaps what she should do now is to practice the swordsmanship and appreciate the duel between the senior sister and brother.

Two people who hate each other.

Two aggressive, tough and fierce people who are extremely similar.

Two people who regard each other as sworn enemies and fight against each other everywhere.

The two did not have the opportunity to fight side by side on the same battlefield. In countless days and nights, they waved their swords and sweated like rain on the same sword practice field.

Two hundred years later, they met again. After talking no more than ten sentences, they picked up their sword and looked at each other again.

Maybe... Even if they raise their swords and wave it desperately, they will never stop this evil fate that is destined to fight to the end.

At this time, it rained again on Kunlun Mountain. On the swordsmanship field, the two brothers confronted each other. The rain wet their clothes, fairy clothes, and the maid's old skirts, all of which were integrated with the gloomy and wet rain. There was no difference. They are all swordsmen.

Wu Mei slightly pulled out a section of the salint sword from the scabbard. This sasman sword was actually chosen by Yu Yang for her. At that time, the crucian carp was the strongest sword in Yuyang's heart, and Wumei was the strongest opponent in his heart. So--

Umei clenched the hilt of the sword. So, today, let's have a duel between the strongest and the strongest sword!