Tang Huailan's eyes widened. She saw Mu Wan hold herself with one hand, so that the handle of the knife would not be pierced deeper. But it must not be pulled out hastily, otherwise the blood loss will be more severe. But her head was clearly buckled to the ground, her arched body like an arch bridge that could collapse at any moment, and the sharp triangular pyramid in the gap was always at risk of completely submerging. With this level of injury, it is probably hopeless.

Huailan doesn't have much effort to worry about others. She immediately stood up and used the remaining half of the barrier knife to stop Tang He's swing. Mountains and seas summoned the overwhelming rune paper several times. But each time, Tang He just waved his hand, and they were burned to ashes in the air by invisible cremation.

"Hand her over."

Tang He glared at Huai Lan's eyes viciously. She didn't speak, trying to stagger the blades, and the two of them were like discordant magnets in their hands, and the blades staggered three or two times between the electric light and flint, and they readjusted the order of their standing. Dai Luan took two steps on the ground and stumbled away. Huai Lan wouldn't let him chase after him, even if this level already involved personal safety and exceeded the part of the discussion with Shi Wuqi. Her gaze glanced in Mu Wan's direction from time to time, but there was no movement, and the others were too far away. But on the side, Dai Luan's footsteps were getting closer and closer. As for the Immortal Moon Monarch's side, there is no difference.

The last slash, Huai Lan blocked it with both hands against the knife. She didn't use the blade - she knew very well that the remaining blade was already brittle and could be cut by him again at any moment. His sword was on fire, and his demonic power was abundant. She stopped the attack with the back of her knife, which meant that her other palm was completely exposed in front of her jagged blade. Tang He's hand was a little harder, and the blade of the gap was embedded in the palm of his hand, and more blood spilled along the blade, as if the cold weapon was also crying over it. The demonic patterns that strengthened his strength bloomed along his meridians, becoming more and more red, connecting the corners of his eyes, like trembling traces of blood and tears.

Can this still be called human?

She was in pain, but didn't say anything. The pain was not sensitive to Mu Wan, and after that cold moment, a stronger emotion covered the five senses. Rather, it's about the stream of fear. What are you afraid of? She didn't know, she just remembered that she had so much to fear. The thunder became more ferocious, constantly hitting the open ground, igniting several woods one after another. Ikenari's reinforcements will probably be messed up, after all, rescuing the forest fire is also an important matter...... But she was so tired that she didn't have the strength to think about it so much.

A small pill rolled down in front of her, wrapped in a thin circle of blood. Her vision struggled to gather, but she recognized what it was—it had fallen out of her, and Shi Wuqi had given her an apology gift.

Soul Rejuvenation Pill.

Useless...... The Soul Restoration Pill can only hook back a few wisps of soul, briefly copying the personality of the deceased before his death, and it will soon dissipate. She's not dead, but she's about to be. The last words that need to be explained are meaningless in the melee, and no one listens; The regrets that need to be told, there is no opportunity, and no one cares; The secrets that need to be confided, she is even more of a no, with a clear conscience.

Well, at least die openly...... It's just a little unwilling, she thought to herself.

But......

If a living person takes the Soul Rejuvenation Pill, will something happen?

There are no memories associated with this. This is probably, it is "a dead horse as a live horse doctor", which is quite appropriate, she can't help but laugh at herself secretly. She let go of her grip on the handle of the hidden weapon, and more blood wrapped around the small pill. All it emits is its own smell of blood. It's hard to swallow it, it's like forcing a small angular pebble down your throat, and the whole throat is tingling. She didn't think she would feel any pain.

Nothing happened, and consciousness continued to drift away.

She used all her strength to bring herself to her side. The right arm was in vain clasping the closed Demon Sealing Blade, and the left hand was no longer able to touch the murder weapon in the heart. She was cold and sleepy, and the noise around her had finally quieted down, and only the continuous thunderbolts could create a faint echo in her ears.

"Get up."

It was said.

"What?"

She didn't have the strength to speak, and that kind of accident was only in her heart. But at that moment, she did hear a voice that was clear, as if only she could hear it, or someone had deliberately spoken it to her.

This person, she knew.

"Stand up."

is the head of the Snow Yan Sect and her master.

He's dead.

Mu Wan had an impression of these words. Perhaps when people are nearing death, the more distant the memory, the clearer it becomes. When she was a child, she didn't even start using umbrellas, and she also practiced swords. After changing from the wooden sword in the exercise to the iron sword, it was too heavy, and she couldn't get used to it, and she collapsed on the ground after not practicing for too long, exhausted and panting, and her arm was as sore as wood and couldn't hold the sword.

"Stand up."

Master said. The voice coincided with the memory.

Mu Wan suddenly remembered what Gao Yuejun had said for no reason. At that time, her answer to the question was, "Not again." ”

Is it human? Then, his old man must be outside the world. Hell, or the heavenly realm, or whatever good or evil path...... Not in the world anyway.

She vaguely saw the silhouette of the Master, and stood beside her. She wanted to reach out, so she did. Surprisingly, it didn't take much effort, which was a lot easier than all the previous moves. What is this, a return to the light?

"You're coming to pick me up?"

She asked, a little dumbfounded. She didn't know if she had said this sentence or not, but it seemed that the illusory "master" in front of her had heard it. He was a little serious, with a straight face as before. But by this time, she could finally read some kindness. She wanted to blame herself a little, why can she only see it today, she used to always complain.

"Stand up and go there." He pointed over, "That's your battlefield." ”

Mu Wan's throat choked.

"But, but I'm ...... And you ...... too"

No, wait a minute.

She turned around and suddenly found her own body—lying there stiff like that. It's a strange feeling to look at your own remains, much stranger than looking in the mirror. She also saw the indifferent Immortal Moon Jun, Huailan who was still desperately persisting under Tang He's knife, Dai Luan who was struggling and crying beside Xiao, and Mo Liang who was helpless and hesitant...... and Shi Wuqi's indescribable sorrow and the sadness between the clear eyebrows of the mountains and seas. It was all frozen, very slowly, like sticky honey sliding across the ice in winter.

It's just not that sweet.

Covered by his cold hands, the sleeping whim, there seemed to be something restless in it, ready to come out. The small mosquito-like words that surround it seem to be moving slowly, winding and circling like a snake. The charm attached to the sheath trembled and struggled, trying to escape from the restraints of the unknown force.

"Huailan."

Under the stalemate, Tang Huailan, who was trembling against the knife, heard such a voice. It's small, but it's clear, like a whisper coming from someone's ear. The last time I heard this sound was before I lost consciousness...... Quite hysterical.

This time, it's much milder.

At that moment, she raised her eyes and looked in Mu Wan's direction. She still lay there, a corpse that grew cold. But she was sure she heard it. It was a real sound, not some kind of hallucination.

She understood.

In an instant, without hesitation, she withdrew her remnant knife and bent back, jumping back, and opened a large distance from Tang He in an embarrassed posture. Tang He, who lost his center of gravity, leaned forward unnaturally and almost fell. The moment he turned to look in that direction, a very thin and bitter wind wave came towards him. The source was like a new, huge, thin sword that pierced through everything as far as the eye could see. He saw it clearly—at some point, the woman stood up again, as if by a miracle.

The moment he saw Mu Wan, her movements had stopped, her left hand was holding the scabbard horizontally at her side, and her right hand was raised high, with the blade facing outward. She was like a stiff sculpture, as natural as she stood there from the beginning. The old strips of cloth that were tightly wrapped around the scabbard suddenly loosened and spread around her. They just hovered around her, swaying gently, as if demonstrating, as if protecting. What is revealed in these lingering spells and runes is a pair of resolute eyes, like butterflies breaking through a cocoon.

The peculiar short knife in her hand was very strange in color, almost black, but if you looked closely, it had lines close to reddish-brown, like stagnant blood stains, and like diffused oil, as if it would make people insane after looking at it for a long time. The lines are piece-by-piece, separated by crack-like ravines, like lava wrapping around a broken continent. It's just that the cracks on the knife are blue-white, like ice and frost, exuding a dim cold light.

The knife was obviously far away from Tang He, but for some reason he could see it so clearly.

It turns out that the Demon Sealing Blade is ...... This is what it looks like.

Behind him, the rock mass erupted with a loud sound of landslides and mountains.

Everyone looked nervously over and watched as the entire mountain burst into a neat and fine crack. It was incredibly flat, and from the bottom left to the top right, the top half of the crack began to slide downward. Boom, boom, the earth and the mountains are more piercing than any thunder, more terrifying than any earthquake.

It probably won't take long for the massive mountain to completely fill the gully, it's cumbersome enough, slow enough, but it is unknown exactly when the smooth slice will intensify the slide. There may be plenty of time for them to flee, and the priority is not only to save their lives, but also to avoid the spread of reinforcements.

However, everyone looked at Tang He in unison. Because in the midst of this loud noise, there was a brisk metallic sound that fell into everyone's ears.

The horizontal knife in his hand suddenly broke, split in two, and the front half fell to the ground. Tang He's movements didn't change, and his expression didn't change, just wisps of blood flowed from his mouth. At that moment, the terrifying demon lines on his face also became dark.

The sword qi of the Demon Sealing Blade, from the bottom up, penetrated his abdomen, chest, and collarbone...... An extremely thin, silky thread-like red slowly bloomed on his bare skin, spreading out a liquid as thin as fluff.

Immortal Moon Jun evoked a subtle smile, admiring the familiar sight.

He's going to die, he's going to die, he's completely hopeless.

But not yet.

Tang He leaned back. They seemed to have the illusion that his upper body was leaning over first, and his body was somewhat misaligned, and the rest of it fell down immediately afterward. Leaning against the stone, it was as if it were a worn-out rag doll. The cotton inside it was divided into two clumps, one on top and one on the bottom, connected only by a thin piece of cloth. Because, this knife mark is too thin, lighter than a feather and thinner than a cicada's wings. It easily penetrated his body, slicing through the muscles, veins, bones, and flesh and intestines in unison, and the blood didn't even have time to splatter out.

The level of injury caused by the Demon Sealing Blade has no point in bargaining with the underworld. Tang He seemed to know why it was called that. At that moment, the demonic power around him didn't work at all, as if it didn't exist. The crimson demon lines that exploded on his face also disappeared, like embers blown out by the wind.

The Tengu controversy no longer makes sense.

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