Master Li Faka

The Wuxin Sword was very close, probably dozens of steps away.

As Li Yitong walked, he secretly raised his vigilance.

After reaching the point where the induction was good, Li Yitong did not find the existence of the figure or sword shadow.

She was pretty sure that was it.

But why?

When something unexpected happened, Li Yitong felt a little flustered, and then he was forced to suppress it by himself.

Taking a deep breath following Huang Tingting's example, Li Yitong slowly calmed down and walked a few steps in a circle.

Let's sort it out from scratch.

Judging from the memories I have already recalled, it should be that she accepted the challenge mission of the Polar Ice Field Monster Mountain in the academy, and then went to the Polar Ice Field to get the Wuxin Sword.

After returning, he was forcibly possessed by the stupid X Huo Zun who held the belief that "a cultivator with no worries is the strongest cultivator" in the sword, and committed... killing evil.

After killing him, he was arrested by Gou Yunying, but unfortunately he talked too much, and finally he was killed by himself... The memory in the middle is blank, but according to what Huo Zun said later, I can imagine that it was probably his own bloodbath The process of Wanxiu League.

After the massacre, he should have fled to the ruined temple, and was tortured by the Fire Lord with the heart-biting silver fire all night.

In the early morning of the next day, he tore up his sisterhood with Huang Tingting, and then went to the pawnshop to pawn the dagger.

Look at it this way...

In fact, seventy-eight out of ten of the rumors in the cultivation world are really true.

She is indeed the witch who washed the world of blood, and the head of the unintentional sect that everyone can punish, and she has committed a lot of murders.

Li Yitong looked at his hand in the thick darkness.

It was these hands that were stained with an inexhaustible blood debt.

Forcibly suppressing the fluctuating mood, Li Yitong closed his eyes and began to decipher this illusion.

Illusions attack the mind, as long as the mind is firm, no matter how strong the environment is, it will not be defeated by itself.

Although this illusion is very strong, you must know... Heart-eating Silver Fire is also an illusion, and it is much more destructive than this.

When she opened her eyes again, Li Yitong was already standing in the sea, and there was a person standing in front of her, holding her Wuxin sword in his hand.

Opening his mouth, Li Yitong said the unexpected and reasonable name.

"Lan Po, long time no see."

On the opposite side, Lan Po was still looking like a jade tree facing the wind, with a Wuxin sword on his waist, a folding fan in his hand, and a smile at Li Yitong.

"Long time no see, Master."

Li Yitong frowned, his dislike of the name was directly shown on his face.

"why?"

Lan Po was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "No reason, everyone wants great power, right?"

Li Yitong let out an "oh" and said, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Lan Po closed the folding fan and asked, "Why did the leader leave in such a hurry? Are you looking for someone?"

Li Yitong gave Lan Po a cold look.

But Lan Po lightly turned sideways, revealing the unconscious Huang Tingting behind her.

Li Yitong's expression changed, and he was about to rush forward, but was blocked by Lan Po holding the Wuxin sword.

With the tip of the Wuxin sword on his belly, Li Yitong sneered and said: "If you dare to do it, do it, I guarantee that your end will be worse than mine. The last person who pointed at me with the Wuxin sword is now three feet tall Taller."

Lan Po smiled helplessly, and sheathed her sword.

"Don't look, she's fine, she's just in the illusion."

Li Yitong ignored him, walked over to check Huang Tingting carefully, Lan Po didn't stop her, just watched quietly.

After Li Yitong checked that Huang Tingting was intact, Lan Po said, "Master, do you want to hear a story?"

"Don't call me the leader. I don't want to hear it. If you don't want to die, put down the Wuxin sword and leave."

Lan Po told the story on his own.

Li Yitong frowned, but still didn't interrupt Lan Po.

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy..."

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was the son of the city lord.

The city lord is very powerful, the most powerful person in the entire city. His life creed is the same as that of a certain legendary figure who dominated the mainland before, "the strongest cultivator is the one who has no worries."

The little boy admired his father very much, and was also placed high hopes by his father.

He practiced desperately every day, and his aptitude was mediocre, but under the hard training day and night, he also had the shadow of a genius.

When he finally broke through and became a spirit controller, that city became his name.

After that, he continued to practice hard, but it seemed that he had encountered some bottleneck, no matter how much he contacted, it was difficult to make progress.

He knew in his heart that perhaps this was the pinnacle of his talent.

Just as the pressure on his father was mounting, he fell in love.

Like all teenagers in first love, he is like a happy bird, only thinking about the other party all day long, even slack in training, trying his best to give her the best.

It was also the happiest period of his life.

Then his lover died, in front of him, a terrible death.

Under the huge blow, his bottleneck was actually loosened. In just a few days, he broke through from the realm of desolation to the realm of chaos, and his strength went even further.

For the next few years, he has been dormant, desperately collecting evidence from that group of people.

Finally, he finally found the group of people, and when he tortured them to death one by one, finally one person couldn't hold on and revealed the real murderer.

The murderer's name was the same as his father's name.

When he got home, he didn't know what to do, when his brother knocked on his door and said that his father wanted him to go to the study.

He went and confronted his father in the most disrespectful manner he had ever lived.

Then his father admitted frankly, saying that his brother was also more progressive than him and helped him think of a lot of solutions.

"why?"

"Why?" His father was disappointed that he asked such a naive question, "Didn't I teach you all the time? 'A practitioner who has no worries is the strongest practitioner.'"

One thought becomes a demon.

He felt something finally break.

His father was only a silver star warrior, and he was negligent in training, so he cut off his head easily.

Then there is his brother.

Those who are still alive in the City Lord's Mansion, the masters, maids, and guards who accompanied him since he was a child, were all killed by him.

Then he finally found a way to revive his lover and refined the Puppet Domain.

"The cultivator who has no worries is the strongest cultivator."

He thought, then the current self must be the strongest person.

Because there is nothing left to worry about.

"...But just when I was thinking this way, I was beaten into a dream by you with a sword." Lan Po's expression was calm, and her tone was also calm, without any hint of joy, "Fortunately, this sword is mine now. The position of leader Wuxin is also mine. Did you see the fire in the leader's mansion? It's very beautiful. How about using that as the background of the fireworks when I took off the leader's golden seal?" Sample?"

Li Yitong couldn't put on a suitable expression no matter how he put it on, in the end he just sighed deeply and said, "Why bother?"

Lan Po showed a cruel smile: "I have no worries, and I have the Wuxin sword in my hand. Now the strongest person in the cultivation world is me—"

"So what if the cultivation world is the strongest?" Li Yitong looked into Lan Po's eyes, "There is nothing worth protecting, right? The thing you want to protect has already been broken by your own hands, right?"

When Li Yitong said this, he couldn't help closing his eyes.

Fortunately, the things I broke with my own hands are connected with myself in a new way.

Lan Po's eyes were already red, and she crushed the handle of the folding fan in her hand.

"shut up."

"It's useless."

"Shut up!" Lan Po couldn't hold back at last, raised his sword and stabbed at Li Yitong, but pierced a hard yellow spirit curtain.

Huang Tingting behind him quietly opened her eyes.

Li Yitong was overjoyed, and threw away the sad thoughts that had arisen in his heart before, ran over in a few steps, and stood beside Huang Tingting, "Tingtingsang, you're awake!"

Huang Tingting smiled, "I've already woken up."

After stabbing the sword, Lan Po stood there in a daze, looking blankly at the Wuxin sword in his hand.

"I've clearly... No, it's because I haven't fully recognized Wuxinjian..." As he spoke, he stabbed at Wuxinjian again, but was firmly blocked by Huang Tingting.

Lan Po stabbed a few times, becoming more and more flustered, the attack was out of order, muttering in the mouth, like crazy, the Wuxin sword slipped through the shield, and stabbed himself.

Lan Po paused with a strange expression, unexpectedly stopped attacking, and stabbed himself several times in succession, suddenly his aura surged.

He laughed loudly, "So this is the mystery of Wuxin Sword?"

With a stab of a sword, Huang Tingting's shield was shaken twice.

Seeing that it was effective, he directly pierced the Wuxin sword through his abdomen, and spit out a mouthful of blood, but his aura was even stronger, no less than the crazy Li Yitong on the Wanxiu League.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Yitong randomly pulled out a sword from the spirit ring, exchanged a glance with Huang Tingting, and rushed forward quickly.

Lan Po waved the Wuxin sword disapprovingly to resist, the spiritual shield on Li Yitong's body was shattered, and the Fantie she was wielding was also smashed into pieces by this random blow. brocade bag.

Regardless of his own internal and external injuries, Li Yitong reached out to catch the brocade bag, shook the bag open, and threw it at Wuxinjian.

She didn't know whether this trick was useful or useless, but facing the increasingly powerful Lan Po, the two of them could no longer resist, so they could only use dead horses as living horse doctors, and try the leaf that made Huo Zun emotionally unstable .

As soon as the emerald green powder touched the sword, it seemed to be absorbed and disappeared. Li Yitong barely dodged Lan Amber's attack, but was delighted to see that Lan Amber's aura gradually became weaker, and the expression on his face changed from ferocious to active. look.

The person now is no longer a lunatic who can only attack, but Lan Po.

One stepped back to Huang Tingting's side, and the two stood side by side, looking at Lan Po who had stopped attacking.

Lan Po staggered a few steps, panted heavily and sat down on the ground, threw the Wuxin sword on the ground casually, picked up the folding fan that she crushed and threw away, and held it in her hand.

After doing all this, he stood up again.

Lan Po carefully unfolded the half-broken fan, and straightened the front of her clothes.

When he felt that he was almost finished, he spat out a mouthful of blood, stared at Li Yitong who was already holding the sword in his hand, and waved his fan with a smile: "It turns out that the strongest is not me, but this sword—— It's hard to be controlled by it, right?"

Li Yitong said: "It's just because it doesn't belong to you."

Lan Po didn't reply, and smiled even wider. The blood from the wound on his abdomen was flowing faster and faster, but he didn't notice it. He just shook his folding fan, shook his head as if he was drunk, and whispered to himself.

"Well, it was like this when we first met. Susu also said that she likes the way I shake my fan. Even if she forgets, I will definitely remember..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and before he could say a few words, the fan slipped from his hand, and his whole body fell down like a stone.