Han Xiaoyue was tied up in the Daxiong Palace, and Situ Sheng questioned the whereabouts of the several volumes of the Sword Hua Benji in his possession in the name of the entire martial arts. However, Han Xiaoyue did not hide it, and said frankly that there was no trace of "Jianhua Benji" in this world. "By now, I could have just named a place and watched you fight to the death after I died. However, for me, it is the cruelest thing to tell you the truth directly!" Then, Han Xiaoyue burst into a terrifying laugh.

When everyone heard this, they lost their direction. Indeed, the greatest value of judging Han Xiaoyue is to be able to know the whereabouts of "Jianhua Benji". If the book is destroyed, what is the point of judging him, even if he is put to death?

In order to judge Han Xiaoyue, all the sects paid a lot of price: Han Sheng Tang lost more than ten disciples, Fang Caohui killed Geng Yanchun and Xiao Wan, the Qingshui Sect's heavy weapon Qing Shui Sword was destroyed, and the corpses of the three hundred Dongying warriors from Dongying were cold outside the temple...... All the sects have lost a lot, and it seems that only the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has not lost anything. Because of this, everyone hated Situ Sheng and his Ten Thousand Demon Valley, and couldn't help but aim at Situ Sheng.

Cheng Song scolded: "Situ Sheng, if you knew this was the case, it would be better to wait for him in the Sword Casting Village!" At that time, Long Yan was alive, with Long Yan as a hostage, what could not be done?" Li Yanliang shouted: "Nonsense......! Who could have known this?" said, looking at Situ Shengdao, "You shouldn't have asked your master to leave, maybe he is here, he can ask more for us!" After hearing this, the Qingshuimen disciples sneered at each other: "You Han Shengtang just stand and talk without backache!

The disciples of Hanshengtang and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley even joined forces to insult the disciples of Qingshuimen, and the three parties were tense, each refusing to give in to each other, and the words that came out of their mouths became more and more unpleasant. Han Xiaoyue listened to their foul language, and there was a hint of joy in her heart: "'Retreat is to advance, and defense is to attack. Hit the real with falsehood, and use strength to fight. Don't rush in, don't dare to go wild. And so it came true. Mr. Xu, Mr. Xiahou, the two gentlemen are so wise!" Thinking of this, Han Xiaoyue shouted to everyone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Sword Hua Benji only exists in my mind, this book has been destroyed by me, and no one will bleed for it anymore! From now on, there will be no more Jianhua Benji in the world!" After speaking, Han Xiaoyue used the last bit of internal force to detonate the meridians of his body. With a "poof", Han Xiaoyue spit out a mouthful of blood. Then he looked at Mingji's monk's house and said to himself: "Master Mingji, the only thing I owe you is the next life!"

"Han Xiaoyue, you can't die!" Situ Sheng shouted, wanting to use light power to fly to Han Xiaoyue's side and take him captive for treatment, but was blocked by Cheng Song. "What, you want to kidnap him?" Cheng Song drew his long sword and fought with Situ Sheng. "Damn! stop him!" Li Yanliang shouted, leading the disciples of Hanshengtang and the disciples of Qingshuimen to fight.

Han Xiaoyue's head hung deeply. At this time, not only the blood in the mouth kept flowing down, but even the pores on the body seemed to be slowly bleeding outward drop by drop. It didn't take long for his clothes to be completely soaked with blood. As he lay dying, he seemed to feel that time was slowly stagnating, and even beginning to turn back. Gradually, I seemed to hear my father's voice in my ears: "Xiaoyue, come, in the future, this Yanling spear will be handed over to you......" "Xiaoyue, don't care about being your father, just kill it, go and move the rescuers!" Long Yan's voice grinding in his ears and temples got closer and closer: "Brother Xiaoyue, you see these two people, they don't look like us!" "Husband, save me, save me......"

Slowly, Han Xiaoyue only felt that her body was as light as a swallow, and her body lost consciousness. The beloved, the hated, and the family, friendship and love that cannot be parted with seem to have been experienced again in front of their eyes. Han Xiaoyue thought in her heart: "It turns out that when people are about to die, what they see and hear is so wonderful. I, Han Xiaoyue, finally died without regrets!" Thinking of this, my eyes went dark, and I became unconscious.

"The time has come!" Yan Liangjie shouted, and rushed out with an arrow step. Ding Yuechan followed closely behind and rushed out with Luo Shengnan. Several people sneaked forward, sneaked around to the back of the monk's house, and touched the other side of the Daxiong Hall.

Lu Zeduan flicked the sleeves of his robe and said, "Lu Mou is here!" he said, intending to follow behind Luo Shengnan. As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of drawing a sword sounded behind him, but he saw Huo Liji actually draw out his long sword and stab at Lu Zeduan's back. Lu Zeduan only felt a warm current flowing down his back, and then he realized that his chest was pierced. "Ah!" Lu Zeduan shouted and looked back, but saw that the person who pierced his body was Huo Liji, a beloved disciple who had always been trusted and favored everywhere.

"Why...... My good apprentice, why is this?" Lu Zeduan didn't understand until he died, why his beloved disciple would do it to himself. Huo Liji's face was sweating profusely, obviously very nervous, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground and said: "Disciple is not good! The disciple really can't bear that bad breath, and I really don't want to see you to save him again! Master, you can go with peace of mind, I have learned all your skills, and the disciple will definitely carry forward the Yanhua faction!"

Lu Zeduan frowned when he heard this, sighed, and slowly fell to the ground, not breathing.

However, Yan Liangjie and the others, who rushed out, did not find out that Lu Zeduan behind them had been killed by Huo Liji. The Li brothers took cover from the side, and Yan Liangjie and the others sneaked into the Daxiong Palace. Everyone flew to the Buddha statue, drew their knives and cut off Situ Sheng's sheep lock, and put Han Xiaoyue down. Everyone held Han Xiaoyue, who had been soaked in blood, and prepared to leave quietly.

Seeing this, Huo Liji ran a few steps and shouted, "Don't fight! Han Xiaoyue has been rescued!" With this shout, everyone stopped their knives and guns and went to see the Buddha statue in the Daxiong Hall, there was indeed no shadow of Han Xiaoyue anymore, only his bloodstains were left on the Buddha statue. When Situ Sheng saw that the Li brothers were in a hurry, he scolded: "You two remnants of the previous dynasty dare to openly confront the entire martial arts!"

"Let's go!" Li Zhongxuan shouted, only to see Yan Liangjie holding Han Xiaoyue in her arms, and fled towards the outer wall of Kuchan Temple with Ding Yuechan and Luo Shengnan. Situ Sheng shouted, "Chase me!" and then everyone chased after him.

Mu Yaqin heard the sound in the temple, so he hurried back to the Daxiong Hall in the temple, and saw that there was no longer Han Xiaoyue's body on the Buddha statue, and suddenly said with joy in his heart: "Someone saved him, someone saved him! Han Xiaoyue is not dead!"

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