Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

Normally, both parties to the contract must be willing in order for the contract to be successful under the witness of the rules, but this was concealed due to the intervention of the gods and the influence of the illusion.

At this moment, Xu Yan and Chu Yipeng were only a few steps away from the platform where they would form the bond.

Suddenly, the leaf that Xu Yan was holding tightly in his palm finally regained its vitality. Gentle power flowed into his body, relieving his exhausted body and mind.

It's finally here, not too slow.

There was a slight smile on Xu Yan's lips, which he himself was not aware of, and then he stopped.

Chu Yipeng actually didn't use much strength to pull Xu Yan, because Xu Yan was following him obediently. In his opinion, Xu Yan had been completely affected by the illusion, and even if he found something wrong, he couldn't break free.

So I failed to pull him and instead stopped because of him.

At this moment, we are only one step away from the tower.

Xu Yan's snow-white brocade robe covered with flowing gauze was slightly blown by the wind from high above. His silver-white hair was like falling snow hanging on his shoulders. His ice-blue eyes were clear and sharp, and the circle of golden inscriptions in them seemed to be alive, flowing with dark golden light.

The ever-changing and gentle morning light in the illusion sprinkled on his body, giving him a soft halo. There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the ice had just melted in the sun and revealed a hint of tender buds, making him no longer as cold and arrogant as before, but looking extremely fresh and beautiful.

Chu Yipeng was so stunned by this scene that his heart started beating wildly and he was a little dazed for a moment.

A stream of scalding liquid splashed onto Chu Yipeng's chin. He lowered his head in a daze. A straight and slender ice-blue sword pierced his body's protective power and his heart, and the handle of the sword was in Xu Yan's hand.

The bright red blood also splashed on Xu Yan's body, staining the spotless brocade robe with mottled blood and adding a hint of madness to his gently smiling face.

"I prefer to take revenge myself rather than let someone else kill you."

Xu Yan's voice was still calm and cold, with almost no emotion, but it reminded Chu Yipeng of the distant past, the scene when he was easily defeated by this person.

It was just that He regarded him as a friend at that time, and the tip of the knife only stopped at His heart, just enough.

Now the tip of the knife pierced through his chest mercilessly, and the cold and fierce divine power shattered the heart of his body and destroyed his last remaining soul.

Chu Yipeng seemed to suddenly wake up from a nightmare. All his madness, anger, unwillingness, jealousy... seemed to be annihilated by this knife, liberating his rationality and calmness that had been suppressed in a corner.

When a dying man is about to speak, his words are good. Chu Yipeng suddenly felt that this sentence made a lot of sense.

He thought he would never regret betraying Xu Yan in exchange for power, but now he actually regretted it.

If He had not added insult to injury, would the outcome have been different?

Unfortunately, no if.

He has done it, and He has made a mistake.

He has already paid the price for it.

He fell to the ground, feeling his soul dissipating, and watched the figure he hated the most rush in from the illusion, holding the person he once admired in his arms with great care, not even giving him the slightest glance.

And the man who had mercilessly killed Him also raised his hands and hugged His enemy back, and the look in his eyes as he looked at the person in his arms contained a longing that he himself was not aware of.

Yu Ze looked at Xu Yan's red eyes, raised his hand and carefully wiped the blood splashed on Xu Yan's chin, fearing that he would accidentally touch any wounds on his body.

He was too arrogant. He didn't expect that Chu Yipeng still had a trace of soul left and dared to attack Xu Yan.

It's all his fault.

But then again, the bond-binding brocade robe that Xu Yan was wearing in the illusion at this moment... was actually the one he had made with his own hands.

Even though he didn't remember anything, he was able to subconsciously restore the clothes.

Yu Ze felt a sour and bitter feeling in his heart. He thought Xu Yan had completely forgotten all this.

"Yu Ze."

Hearing Xu Yan calling him, Yu Ze asked with concern, "Are you feeling uncomfortable or injured somewhere?"

Although he used his divine power to check Xu Yan immediately and confirmed that Xu Yan was not injured, he could not feel at ease until he heard Xu Yan say with his own ears that he was fine.

"Ozawa."

Hearing this familiar tone and title, Yu Ze's pupils suddenly shrank.