Soul bound

Bad wind.

A small piece of hair fell into the mud, and there was a bloodstain on Lu Jiuyuan's left shoulder from the corner of his eye.

Instead of being angry, Shen Chuan smiled, his whole eyes showing a crazy smile.

"You're finally here." He said it peacefully, not like an enemy exchanging greetings, but rather meeting an old friend.

Lu Chilin came from the forest stepping on the moon, fine pieces of Qiongyao fell on his shoulders, and the previous sword light slipped back to his fingertips.His hair was a little wet, and the hair on his forehead was stuck to his pale face, looking a little embarrassed.The mountain wind staggered past him, and bursts of chill passed through the surroundings, drowning in the vegetation.

He raised his eyelids and met Shen Chuan's gaze.

Lou Yunshen cast a glance in the direction where he was, feeling that something was wrong - that was not the expression Lu Chilin should have.He couldn't describe that look, like the ice and snow melting for thousands of years, with a thousand points of coldness, and a bit of tenderness hidden.

"Shen Chuan." He said lightly.

"Are you here to stop me?"

He repeated again: "Cen Ming, are you here to stop me?"

Lou Yun's heart was shocked, and there was a little disbelief in his eyes.

"I'll stop you!" A long sword appeared behind Lu Chilin, and then, the sword turned into thousands of light spots and gathered in his hands.

The souls separated by a hundred years finally appeared here, and met again through the skin of others.

Cen Ming rarely uses a sword, but no one who has seen it will forget his sword intent.

Like the spring breeze turning into rain, moistening things silently.

Although it is gentle, it hides murderous intentions.

He held the sword in one hand, and mobilized the formation disk in Lou Yunshen's hand with the other.At the moment when the swords faced each other, spiritual energy circulated in mid-air, and the previous magic circle took shape again.

Lou Yunshen gave the senior a last look with a complicated expression, then turned his head and shouted to the disciples down the mountain: "Fix the formation!"

The elders of the various sects looked up at each other with their arms folded. To them, Shen Chuan and Cen Ming were figures several generations ago, and it would not be a good idea to intervene rashly.

The swords and swords are all swords with the spiritual power of the two, and when they collide, they are dazzling, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The devilish energy on the knife spread outward like fire, forming a prairie fire, trapping Cen Ming in midair.

The sword also overflowed with strands of spiritual power in an instant, like the waters of the Canglang River, which went straight down for nine days, entangled with the fire endlessly.

Looking at this face so close at hand, Shen Chuan suddenly felt a sense of oblivion.His blade slashed across Cen Ming's chest, the latter swept back, and then turned up again, Nie Yun landed behind him, and the point of the sword pointed directly at his back.

"If you kill me, you won't be able to survive this lifetime." Shen Chuan said.These words were not meant for Cen Ming, but for Lu Chilin inside him.Although he was reluctant, he expected that the other soul in Cen Ming's body would never sit still.

But Cen Ming's sword is not weakened.

Shen Chuan had no choice but to dodge, but a corner of his clothes was still cut off.

The formation above pressed down again, and the golden light illuminated the two faces belonging to Lu Jiuyuan and Lu Chilin.Shen Chuan's movement was undecided, and he raised the knife again to slash straight, but for some reason, his movements froze, the blade turned at an angle, and the light of the knife hit the top of a mountain elsewhere.

Rocks cracked and trees fell.The sound of rumbling boulders rolling down resounded through the sky.

Cen Ming said: "It seems that you are the one who can't control it."

Shen Chuan gritted his teeth and stared at him, suppressing the restlessness from others in the spiritual sea, turned the point of the knife again, and swept across.

The formation was still falling, and blood was already overflowing from Shen Chuan's mouth, dripping somewhere in the dark forest.

Cen Ming's sword is like a spirit snake, startling the dragon and breaking the wind.

When the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, the golden light overwhelms the top.Shen Chuan was almost attacked from the front and back, and there was no way to escape.

Lou Yunshen shouted loudly: "Feng Zhen——"

Thousands of threads appeared in the golden light, wrapping around Shen Chuan's hands and feet.Cen Ming held the sword flower and pointed it at his chest.

Unexpectedly, Shen Chuan smiled again.

Not disheartened, but complacent.

Almost no one noticed that the disciples who had formed the formation at the foot of the mountain suddenly fell down one after another.

The silk thread that was about to touch Shen Chuan suddenly dimmed and broke into dots of golden light.

Demonic energy surged around him again, and he resisted the dying magic circle with a destructive momentum. The long knife in his hand also gathered light, and cut off his sword at the moment Cen Ming approached.

It was like a golden rain.

The array plate was also broken in half at the moment the magic circle shattered.Lou Yun vomited a mouthful of black blood deeply, feeling pain like a knife scraping his internal organs.

"There are demon cultivators at the foot of the mountain!" The elder of the Qinglang Sect shouted, and everyone present looked at the disciples at the foot of the mountain.

They fell to the ground in a haphazard manner, with black air still attached to their faces.

"Why is Castle Master Yuan missing!" Lou Yunshen raised his eyes and looked around, without knowing who yelled, and smiled wryly, thinking that Lu Chilin was right.

Shen Chuan clasped Cen Ming's neck, and the devilish energy from his arm turned into an iron chain and bound his hands and feet.

He smiled flamboyantly: "Now, is it my turn?"

Cen Ming was neither sad nor happy, and said indifferently: "Feng Shui takes turns, it can follow you."

Shen Chuan laughed again, and turned his head to look at the monks on the hill.They all picked up the artifacts and stared at him with cold faces—this was nothing to him.

There was another layer of frost under his eyes, as if the way of heaven looked down on the common people, and the emperor looked down on the ants.He thought disdainfully, a hundred years ago, no one could do anything to me.Even you, Cen Ming, did not kill me in the end.

The moonlight is almost low.The sky suddenly darkened.The cold wind blew past his body and face, making him feel a little cool again.

"I won't kill you." Shen Chuan turned his head, the layer of ice in his eyes suddenly turned into billowing spring water, "Without you, how lonely I am."

His invitation on the wandering island was not a whim.If Cen Ming hadn't turned against him a hundred years ago, he would have invited him to accompany him.He didn't know what good it would be for Cen Ming to stick to that square inch of Linxue Hall and guard his light, wind and moon. It's better to be his companion and stay here under their hands, just watch those Taoist cultivators and demons. Wouldn't it be fun for Xiu and Yaoxiu to roll and crawl in the world of mortals.

Just as he didn't understand Cen Ming, Cen Ming never understood him.

Cen Ming opened his mouth, wanting to speak out, but was blocked by a cloud of black mist.

"You don't need to answer, I know you won't agree." Shen Chuan said slowly, even with a hint of tenderness in his tone.

"But so what? Your life is in my hands, why don't you just follow me obediently."

He cast a disdainful look at Lou Yunshen and the others, and without hesitation rushed towards Linxue Hall's Great Formation of Closing the Mountain.

The mountains trembled, and the birds fled in all directions.The monsters outside the formation let out hoarse and unpleasant roars, and rushed into the village like arrows flying from the string.

All the disciples on the martial arts stage vomited a mouthful of blood, those with high cultivation could still maintain their sanity, while those with low cultivation lost consciousness directly.

Cen Ming struggled under his hands, but the iron chains on his hands and feet became tighter and tighter. The black mist blocked his eyes, and a familiar smell rushed into his nose, leading him into the darkness.

Shen Chuan's gaze swept over his face, and from the corner of his vision, he saw a sword light flying out from Linxuetang.

He recognized that it was the monk he had taken away earlier.

The sword energy submerged into the soil, cutting a distinct "Chu River and Han Boundary".He stood with his sword in hand, blocking Moxiu from the sword marks.

"Look, this place is still as interesting as it was a hundred years ago." He murmured, carrying Cen Ming into the dawn.