villain is a good guy

Spiritual energy surged in the meridians, and the sword spirit in the sword formation drew out the sword again.

Yan Rongyi, who had the will to die, was full of pride in his heart, and he greeted him with a big smile: "Come on!"

The crushed snow re-condensed into snow lotuses one after another beside him, and he stepped on the sword, growing lotuses every step of the way, his breath rising steadily, like a god's help.

But no matter how powerful the momentum is, against the sword spirit, there is only defeat.

Before Yan Rongyi got close to the sword spirit, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth continuously, dyeing the snow lotus beside him bloody.

He knew that he would not be able to defeat Master's sword spirit no matter what, so he let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, performed the exercises, and let the aura flow retrogradely in the meridians!

"Ah!" Rao had already been mentally prepared, Yan Rongyi still couldn't help screaming when his left arm exploded and turned into blood mist.

But he flew towards the sword spirit even faster, and the long sword in his hand emitted a more dazzling light.

Yan Rongyi bit her lips tightly, endured the severe pain, and continued to let the aura flow retrogradely in her meridians.

Blood vessels burst open one by one, and cracks appeared faintly in the dantian.

The sword pill he had just practiced for a long time trembled violently, and before he could get his natal flying sword, it was about to be destroyed along with his dantian.

But still not enough.

The sword spirit raised his arm slowly, and with a clumsy gesture that no ordinary person would have, he swung a shocking sword—the snow wave came crashing down, and the snow that was as deep as a person was blown away by the wave, revealing the Frozen soil without sunlight.

Yan Rongyi turned around suddenly and tried her best to dodge the sword, but unfortunately she was a beat too late, and her legs broke in unison under the remaining power of the sword energy.

His eyes burst out with exhausted light, and he suppressed the screams deep in his throat, turning into blood, and soaring into the sky.

Yan Rongyi knew that as long as there was a hole in the formation, Bai Liu would have hope of life.

He could no longer see the scene in front of him clearly, relying on his remaining perception, he rushed towards the weakest point of the sword intent.

Coming.

almost there!

There was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, the only right hand that was still intact trembled violently, and the aura in his body circulated to the extreme.

--boom.

A dull sound came from Yan Rongyi's dantian, he finally reached the limit, his figure froze in mid-air, tiny drops of blood ooze from his skin instantly, and he was twisted into a weird posture due to the severe pain.

"Master..." At the end of his life, a tear of blood rolled out of the corner of Yan Rongyi's eye.

It was also at this moment that the sword array shattered with a bang, and the fine powder seemed to be filled with stars, slanting down around him like flowing water.

Yan Rongyi fell from mid-air, and from the corner of her eye, a familiar figure came through the wind.

"Rongyi!" Ling Jiushen hugged Yan Rongyi who had lost his left arm and had both legs broken, his eyes were about to split.

Those indifferent eyes filled with perennial wind and snow were filled with bewilderment.

It was so easy for Venerable Chengying to restore Yan Rongyi's arms and legs, it took only a short time, and Yan Rongyi's hands and feet were back to normal, but when he was leaning on Venerable Chengying's arms intact, The number one swordsman in the world still didn't move.

Everyone in the world said that Ling Jiu's deep cultivation was not only the way of swordsmanship, but also the way of ruthlessness.

He took Yan Rongyi on a whim, and after causing a sensation among various factions, he threw away the cheat book and talked about his thoughts, and never took good care of this apprentice again.

The communication between master and apprentice is all Yan Rongyi's unilateral.

Venerable Cheng Ying is too lazy to take care of it, which makes the world have the illusion that he is indulging Yan Rongyi.

It's just that he doesn't know when, this apprentice is no longer dispensable in his heart.

When Ling Jiu was in deep retreat, he would wonder what Yan Rongyi was doing, and when he realized the Tao, he would wonder if Yan Rongyi was also practicing sword diligently.

He originally thought that this kind of relationship was an ordinary master-student friendship, until Luo Yu appeared...he realized to his surprise that Yan Rongyi and Luo Yu were different as both apprentices.

So Ling Jiu went deep into seclusion and practiced hard, thinking hard in the cave mansion, not realizing how dangerous the 81 sword formations in front of the cave mansion were.

It was the sword array he had set up when he founded the Fushan School back then. It had existed for thousands of years, and all the disciples of the Fushan School avoided it.

It wasn't until he was in retreat that he sensed that the sword spirits in the formation were in danger, and the sword formation established thousands of years ago was destroyed. When he left the retreat, he found that it was his apprentice who did all this.

Then Venerable Cheng Ying's heart that had been silent for many years, a strange emotion welled up.

Holding Yan Rongyi in his arms, he discovered that this emotion was called fear.

He was afraid that Yan Rongyi would be injured, and even more afraid that Yan Rongyi would die.

"Master?" Yan Rongyi struggled in Venerable Chengying's arms.

Ling Jiushen woke up suddenly, let go and threw him on the ground.

He didn't take it seriously, he patted his buttocks and got up, moving his new legs and arms, without the slightest fear of his life hanging by a thread, he only felt that his self-destruct method was effective.

Look, doesn't this draw Venerable Chengying out?

Yan Rongyi limped to the side of the armor, smiled and teased Bai Liu, who was barely maintaining a trace of consciousness: "Look, Senior Brother Yan didn't lie to you, did he?"

Tears welled up in Bai Liu's eyes again, but this time, she was crying with a smile.

Yan Rongyi rubbed Bai Liu's hair, picked her up again, and ran towards Venerable Chengying.

"Master, please save Bai Liu."

The fear in Venerable Chengying's eyes has long been hidden in deep indifference: "You broke the sword formation and blew up your dantian just to save her?"

Yan Rongyi nodded, puzzled and said: "Junior Sister Bai Liu... is Bai Shuang's younger sister."

He thought Venerable Cheng Ying didn't know Bai Liu, so he specially emphasized the surname "Bai".

Unexpectedly, upon hearing the words, Venerable Cheng Ying turned around and left.

Yan Rongyi chased after Bai Liu with difficulty - he felt that the master didn't really want to shake him off, otherwise with the cultivation base of Venerable Chengying, he would just disappear and disappear, why bother walking on the snow with him?

"Master, look how pitiful Bai Liu is, she is still vomiting blood."

"Master, if you don't save Bai Liu, I will be bullied by Bai Shuang again."

"Master, master, master..."

Venerable Chengying stopped suddenly, turned around and grabbed Yan Rongyi's wrist: "Do you know that you almost exploded to death just now?"

He was stunned, and staggered into the cold embrace of his master, meeting those amber eyes, for a moment he forgot where he was, and was only immersed in the endless frost.

Venerable Cheng Ying stared at Yan Rongyi coldly, until he looked away embarrassedly, then he raised his hand, and released two long swords.

Yan Rongyi recognized these two swords.

Furong Sword and Rumei Sword.

Not only he knew it, but all the disciples of the Fushan School knew it.

This is the natal flying sword refined by Venerable Chengying to his apprentice.

Although Venerable Cheng Ying didn't say it directly, but...it's obvious, isn't it?

"Master?" Yan Rongyi wanted Venerable Chengying to change the subject, and quickly asked, "What do you mean?"

"Choose." Venerable Chengying said in a serious tone.

Yan Rongyi hesitated and said: "But Bai Liu..."

"select!"

"..." He shuddered all over, and honestly chose the Rumei Sword.

Upon seeing this, Venerable Cheng Ying slapped the Rumei sword into Bai Liu's dantian without hesitation.

Yan Rongyi: "???"

He supported the distorted and crumbling Bai Liu: "Master, what are you doing? Bai Liu... Bai Liu doesn't even have a sword pill!"

"If it can't be broken, it can't be built." Venerable Chengying lowered his eyes, and said calmly and indifferently, "The wounds on her body have hurt the foundation, why don't you give it a go, reshape the muscles and bones, and condense the sword pills, which will be refined like eyebrows and swords in one fell swoop. If she can do it, her cultivation will naturally go up to a higher level; if she can't, even if I save her, her cultivation will not be able to go any further."

"Can……"

"Senior Brother Yan." Bai Liu grabbed his sleeve suddenly, shook his head with difficulty, then knelt down on the ground, and saluted Venerable Cheng Ying, "Thank you, Master, for your fulfillment!"

Even though refining Rumeijian is extremely dangerous, it is also a great opportunity that others can only dream of.

"Cultivate slowly in my cave." Venerable Chengying's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned around and stared at Yan Rongyi, who was doing nothing, "Come here!"

Yan Rongyi rubbed his nose, thinking that he was going to be charged with destroying the sword formation, and hurriedly approached in desperation: "Master, it's getting late, should you let me go back?"

"Where are you going back?" Venerable Chengying put his hands behind his back and walked into the depths of the cave. The black robe on his body was shaking like thick fog. "Go back now, aren't you afraid of meeting Baishuang?"

Yan Rongyi was at a loss for words for a while, she didn't expect that the words she begged Venerable Chengying to save Bai Liu were thrown back by Venerable Chengying, and she immediately felt depressed as if she was lifting a rock to throw herself in the foot.

He followed Venerable Chengying for a few steps, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Venerable Chengying was also very irritable, and when he came to the depths of the cave, he directly scolded: "You still don't admit your mistake?"

Yan Rongyi knelt down on one knee habitually, and called out in a muffled voice: "Master."

"You don't think you're wrong?" It took a day or two for them to become masters and apprentices. Hearing Yan Rongyi's tone, Venerable Cheng Ying knew that he was not convinced, so he couldn't help being even more annoyed, "Just try to use your spiritual energy. "

When it works, it works.

Unconvinced, Yan Rong mobilized the aura in his dantian, but before the aura poured into his meridians, his eyes turned black from the pain, and he hugged Master's thigh.

Venerable Cheng Ying laughed angrily at him: "Okay, aren't you amazing? Go try to save another person!"

"...I think even if you set up an 880 sword array, you can still break in!"

"No..." Yan Rongyi muttered guiltily.

"No?" Venerable Cheng Ying became more and more annoyed when he saw blood spilling from the corner of his lips again, "Rong Yi, I have known you for several years as a teacher, and now I think you are the one who cultivates the way of ruthlessness!"

Yan Rongyi shuddered all over, and looked away guiltily.

He does not practice the way of ruthlessness, but he is also ruthless.

Because he is not from here, so... so he despises life and is fearless.

"Why, did I hit the mark?" Venerable Chengying stared at the mole at the end of Yan Rongyi's eyes with complicated eyes, more inexplicable emotions welled up in his heart, and the desire to raise his hand to stroke his apprentice's cheek was also felt. It was unprecedentedly strong, and in the end, in order to avoid shocking the world, he could only close his eyes and said in embarrassment, "Forget it, no matter how much you say for the teacher, you will not listen if you want to die."

Yan Rongyi could hear the softening in Master's tone, and hastily tightened her arms, hugging Venerable Chengying's thigh even tighter: "How could that be? I believed that you would come to save me, so I dared to explode my dantian."

"...Didn't the disciple confess to you alive and well now?"

Some unreasonable reasoning almost confused Venerable Chengying: "You have no respect, who taught you to be like this?"

Yan Rongyi smiled and raised her head: "Of course it's you."

Venerable Chengying: "..."

Venerable Chengying had no choice but to throw the Furong Sword that everyone in the Fushan School wanted to obtain, and threw it on the ground in disgust, implying: "Bai Liu is not the only one who is injured?"

"Thank you Master for making it perfect." Yan Rongyi hurriedly picked up the Furong Sword, brushed off the dust on the sword in distress, knelt down and bowed with a playful smile, and then sighed, "Master, you gave me the Furong Sword, what should Junior Brother Luo Yu do?"

Venerable Cheng Ying, who had his back to Yan Rongyi, frowned slightly, and it took him some time to remember who Luo Yu was.

"One more practice." Venerable Cheng Ying shook his head nonchalantly.

An insignificant disciple, he will not bother to remember.

Venerable Chengying only cares about Yan Rongyi: "...Remember, you can refine the Furong Sword, just put it into the sword pill, you don't have to put it into the natal flying sword."

"Why?"

"It's just a lotus sword. As a teacher, I will refine a better natal flying sword for you." Venerable Chengying turned around and saw Yan Rongyi kneeling obediently in front of him. The ice and snow melted on his face, and he even raised his hand to gently wipe away the blood from the corner of his lips, "In my heart as a teacher...you deserve the best."

So, when Luo Yu woke up the next day, what she found was not Bai Shuang, who had lost her sister and was heartbroken, but the joyful siblings of the Bai family, and a Fushan school master who was following Venerable Chengying with a Furong sword in his hand. brother.

Seeing the Furong sword, he felt slightly happy.

The Furong Sword was given to Yan Rongyi, so the Rumei Sword...

"Senior Brother Luo, I'm sorry." Bai Liudai frowned slightly, and bowed to salute, "Last night, Master gave me the Rumei Sword in order to save my life."

The warm smile on Luo Yu's face completely froze because of Bai Liu's words.

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