Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 593 Now I cannot see you.

"Is there something you don't understand?"

Gu Yiguan, holding a halberd, stood in front of Zhu Wuyao, blocking her path.

The woman wielding the broadsword had bloodshot eyes, like an enraged beast. When that name came into view, she completely lost her mind.

What big picture, the world, stance...?

She doesn't understand.

She doesn't understand.

In that instant, Zhu Wuyao was unusually clear-headed. She understood everything. She knew why Gu Yiguan hesitated and she understood the suppressed anger Gu Yiguan felt towards her.

A way out was laid out before them.

The price was that someone went to Licheng to fight Fu Shan in her place.

The way to defeat the half-step Nascent Soul cultivators of the Star-Picking Tower with the least cost is to send Ye Xiaozhou into the game, push her into the game, and replace Zhu Wuyao's position to maximize the chances of winning.

Ye Xiaozhou was able to defy fate and not be bound by destiny because she was always courting death.

In this way, he repeatedly gambled and won with his life.

What is Zhu Wuyao thinking?

What she was thinking about was that back in the Liquan Realm, Ye Xiaozhou had miraculously saved her life.

"Gu Yiguan...make way."

Her voice no longer trembled, and she held the bladeless sword in her hand.

Back then, Ye Xiaozhou arrived on time; today, she will not be stopped by anyone or anything.

If this is fate, then she will embrace it.

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A red dress stained with blood.

The woman laughed wildly. Amidst the sea of ​​blood and the oppressive aura of countless Nascent Soul cultivators, she was like a drawn blade, carving her own bloody path.

Strangely enough, she and Zhu Wuyao seemed to have little connection. If they were to part ways, given how small the world was, it seemed unlikely that they would ever meet again.

It's probably because she was killing people while trying to save them.

The name "Fallen Leaves Inviting Autumn" has spread throughout the world.

The two often pass each other by.

What does it matter if the connection is shallow? It's all up to us. This time is different. Ye Xiaozhou arrived in Licheng first and stood in front of Zhu Wuyao.

The curved blade reaps its gruesome death, and its infamous reputation reappears before the world.

Even those in the martial arts world, who might avoid talking about her, and who might be wary and fearful of the woman in the red dress and the two curved swords, could not ignore her at this moment.

Ye Xiaozhou.

He is a master of cruelty and violence, and finds himself caught between good and evil.

The more people who died under her curved blade, the more powerful Ye Xiaozhou became. Therefore, she was good at fighting against a hundred people at once, and she became stronger the more she fought in a melee.

Whenever she seizes an opportunity, only Ye Xiaozhou is able to emerge victorious.

All the powerful families that had clashed with her were wiped out, their entire lineage exterminated, and none of them survived.

When he first entered the martial arts world and began to show his prowess, he was infamous.

But as she killed more and more people and survived one dangerous situation after another, people in the martial arts world fell silent when they mentioned her.

She is outside the realm of martial arts gossip.

People invariably overlooked her and forgot her before they began to discuss the strongest of their time and rank the heroes of the world by seniority.

No one recognized her.

Yet no one could defeat her.

She is a disgrace that those who consider themselves righteous feel pain at the mere touch, a bloody scar that stretches across the martial world.

Back when she was in the Golden Core stage, Ye Xiaozhou could fight against Nascent Soul cultivators single-handedly by amplifying her battle intent. Now, she has entered the Nascent Soul stage, and in Li City... there are countless people she can kill.

Beneath the vast and boundless array, amidst a storm that raged for thousands of acres, a red bird spread its wings, breaking through the giant sword's blockade of Li City, its scimitars following closely behind, churning in the sea of ​​blood.

A stark bloodstain was drawn between the gray sky and the sky.

Fu Shan stared at the bright red figure—

Amidst the flashing blades and bloodshed, it was fierce and dazzling, possessing immense power and strength, an existence that could not be ignored.

She broke through the enemy's defenses at the very front.

The sharp blade cleaved through the massive waves.

It first reaped the lives of the cultivators who blocked its path, and its fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger.

Countless people followed closely behind, fighting and shouting.

"kill--!"

"Charge south!"

"The Juque Sect must pay for their blood debt!"

……

Ferocious, enraged, and irrational beasts fought fiercely, charging forward against the oppressive force of the storm.

As the sharp curved blade swept through the enemy with unstoppable momentum, it was quickly blocked by the Juque Sect, and its power was diminished by the great formation.

As the tide receded and the waves surged, it became impossible to distinguish one from another. The spiritual light of magical artifacts intertwined, and countless spells were unleashed. It was Tang Xin's silver shuttle that was flying, Hu Sanlang's Mountain-Shaking Technique that was crashing into the Mountain-Moving Technique, Xiao Qingyu's Daoist Umbrella that opened and closed to clear the sky, and Rong Zhao's Soul Nail that pierced the body of the Juque Sect elder...

Fu Shan was surprised that Ye Xiaozhou would appear at this time.

The people of Licheng were also surprised that Ye Xiaozhou would come to their aid.

Amidst the chaotic and disorderly fighting, Ye Xiaozhou's curved blade struck first, followed by his figure, leaping into the air to face Fu Shan across the distance.

Her expression was one of burgeoning excitement and eager anticipation, like someone ready to fight a raging storm.

Fu Shan's voice wasn't loud, but it reached her ears clearly—

"A person like you, appearing in Licheng and becoming my enemy, are you fighting for the common people, or for that one person?"

With her twin blades swirling in her hands, Ye Xiaozhou leaped down before the energy of Fu Shan's formation could lock onto her, sinking back into the sea of ​​blood.

"If I kill one person, what does it have to do with the other ten thousand?"

"If I slaughter ten thousand people, what does it have to do with that one person?"

She killed Fu Shan, not for the sake of the common people.

She fought against the giant sword, not for any one person.

Before leaping into the sea of ​​blood, Ye Xiaozhou's answer reached Fu Shan's ears—unruly, fearless, and with a hint of provocation: of course—

"I don't like the look of you!"

The red figure leaped into the even more blood-red crowd and could no longer be found.

Fu Shan remained silent for a moment, then looked up at the sky and laughed.

It seemed to express sorrow, pleasure, and extreme anger.

"What virtue or ability do you possess to receive the assistance of heroes from all over the world?"

"Heaven has destroyed Juque; what merit has this mere boy achieved!"

As the laughter reverberated, a fierce wind raged within the formation, and countless cultivators' spiritual power dissipated, being thrown into the sky, the gale tearing at flesh and blood, and tattered clothes.

What merit has this mere child achieved? He is favored by Heaven and acts out of concern for all living beings.

How powerful this great formation was a thousand years ago!

But today it only has one or two tenths of its power, because people are dead, because people can't survive, because the bloodline has ended in this generation, because nine out of ten houses are empty, because the south is full of deserted villages...

The Copper Furnace Formation for All Living Beings.

With the common people dead, what remains of the battle formation?

For Fu Shan, she didn't need a giant sword that didn't belong to her. If she were confined to a narrow room for the rest of her life, what would it matter to her if the south was full of flowers and spring was bright and beautiful?

Evil people have their own choices.

If she had refined the fragments of the Heavenly Dao back then, Juque would have been the strongest of the four sects, and the south would have been the most prosperous and peaceful land.

But what good is it to sacrifice the common people in order to escape while already imprisoned?

Those who died in the battle of Licheng will have no regrets.

He who would rather betray the world than himself will have no regrets.

As the Copper Furnace Array of All Beings was in operation, in a village in the south, under a willow tree at the village entrance, Qi Suowei, who was weaving crickets for a child, raised his eyes slightly.

She reached out and touched the child's dry, yellow hair, and said with a smile:

"I've got work to do, I can't finish it all, but I'll do it next time."

After saying this, to the children's astonished and excited gaze, the sword immortal soared into the air and leaped to the highest peak in the south.

The long sword was drawn, displaying a magnificent aura of righteousness.

A thousand years have passed, and the paths to enlightenment have diverged; now, you and I are no longer together.

Eight hundred years of endless reincarnation in Feidu Lake, the swordsman who wields the sword for the common people—

I have no regrets.