The black petals of the black lotus slowly unfolded, revealing Ye Changsheng's figure.

The petals dissipated, Ye Changsheng's eyes lifted, he stood up, his wrist flipped, and there was already a simple long sword in his hand.

The sword spirit of the Immortal Sword had already been severely damaged, and if it was forcibly urged, it would most likely hurt the foundation.

At this moment, what he had in his hand was just an ancient sword that he had collected during several expeditions, with fire attributes and spiritual martial arts.

With a few twists of his wrist and a few sword flowers, Ye Changsheng turned sideways, and his deep eyes looked towards the dark end of the cave.

It's always coming, it's a half-step innate who has broken his chest with a single punch, and that's very bad.

However, at best, it was only the Edgeworth Protector who came, not a few, so isn't that a kind of luck?

It's the same death, but the meaning of death is very different.

Being beaten to death by the crowd is the most cowardly way to die, fighting to death, but it is the destination of a warrior.

Although Ye Changsheng never admitted that he was a martial artist, it did not prevent him from accepting a tragic death.

Of course, it's best not to die.

Ye Changsheng fell into strange thinking, and a trace of an inexplicable smile hooked on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that he was not really free and easy, and he really let go of life and death, because he still had too many things that he couldn't let go, and he was unwilling.

However, this smile came from the heart, and he suddenly felt that he might not die.

In the darkness, the tall and thin body of the Edgeworthy Scholar revealed, exuding a cold mist.

Several formless spirits hovered around his body like ethereal shadows for a moment, and then burrowed back into the cracks in the stone walls of the cavern.

Standing in the dark, the swordsman looked at Ye Changsheng with a cold gaze, looking at Ye Changsheng's chest.

The broken chest is still a blur of flesh and blood, and the wriggling organs inside can be vaguely seen.

However, outside Ye Changsheng's body, a red and white chain was crossed and tied to his chest, and the position where the chains crossed just happened to protect his heart.

The swordsman couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he finally knew why Ye Changsheng was able to support himself until now under his serious injuries.

Without the binding and fixation of this chain, I am afraid that he would have spilled not only blood, but broken bones and organs along the way.

The swordsman said gloomily: "Ye Changsheng, the old man has to say, you are indeed a genius, a genius that is unique in ten thousand, a genius that the old man has only seen in his life!"

The old man was telling the truth, put himself in his shoes, if he was ambushed by himself, by three half-step innate, nine supreme realm high-level ambushes, he would definitely not be able to escape.

He couldn't cultivate such a powerful Lingwu-level long sword, but he could resist his flying sword attacks, and even severely damaged the flying sword.

He didn't have Ye Changsheng's weird body technique, and he could dodge their joint strangulation many times.

He didn't have Ye Changsheng's keen sense, he was able to capture the existence of the evil qi of the ancient tomb, and on the hard cliff, he found a cave to escape.

He didn't have Ye Changsheng's decisiveness to put himself to death and live later, he dared to resist the fatal blow and take this one-in-10,000 chance to escape.

He couldn't imagine how Ye Changsheng did all this?

Ye Changsheng is just a swordsmith, just a sixteen-year-old boy.

In fact, all this is not important, one of the fates of genius is to fall, because he is too dazzling, too easy to overshadow the light of others, too easy to cast a shadow.

No matter how incredible Ye Changsheng is, he is destined to fall, and he will fall into his hands.

Ye Changsheng stood indifferently, as if he had caught a trace of regret in the old man's eyes, and smiled coldly: "The seniors look down on me, I am just a person who is afraid of death, and before I die, even a straw will be grasped tightly." ”

The old man looked at the sword in Ye Changsheng's hand: "So you want to fight to the end, there is still a trace of luck in your heart?"

Ye Changsheng shook his head and said: "It's not a fluke, but a glimmer of hope, if the sky doesn't kill me, what qualifications do you have to kill me?"

The mockery in the old man's eyes flashed: "Only the weak will hope for the ethereal providence, the old man never believes in the sky, only the sword in his hand!"

A trace of surprise flashed in Ye Changsheng's eyes: "Could it be that the seniors were so tough when they swore an oath in front of the Demon God?"

The old man's face changed slightly, and there was a cold killing intent in his eyes.

Ye Changsheng said casually: "Senior, don't be surprised, when you dispelled those ghosts just now, you unintentionally exposed your demon heart, and you just had a sharper sense, that's all." ”

The old man squinted slightly, and then laughed at himself: "Okay, let you die to understand, the old man is indeed a member of the Demon Gate, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't have killed you." ”

Ye Changsheng was surprised: "Why is this?"

"Why?"

The old man said coldly, "The old man has been lurking by the side of the King of the North Sea for ten years now, and all he wants and hopes for is to send him to the throne. But because of your appearance, the old man's ten years of hard work were in vain. ”

Ye Changsheng was even more surprised: "Since the predecessor is a person from the Demon Gate, don't you know the origin of Zai Xia and the Demon Gate?"

Origin?

The old man smiled dumbly: "Help the Demon Gate repair some magic swords, sell a few jade carvings to the Demon Gate, and hook up with Liu Yiyi's little girl, this is your so-called origin?" Ye Changsheng, you are too naïve, your so-called origin is not worth mentioning at all before my Demon Gate's hundred-year plan!"

It is true that when Ye Changsheng entered Beijing for the first time, the old man did receive an order to ensure Ye Changsheng's safety.

However, at this time and that time, the timeliness of that order has probably long passed.

Besides, in the eyes of the old man, what is more important than supporting the King of the North Sea to ascend to the throne?

It is because of Ye Changsheng that the reputation of the King of Beihai for many years has been ruined, as long as Ye Changsheng is in one day, the world will not forget the face of the King of Beihai eating inside and out.

Now that Zuo Yuanyi has ascended the throne and occupied the great righteousness, if the king of Beihai wants to rise again, the first thing is to win back the hearts of the people.

Without righteousness, if there is no more popular support, what will the king of Beihai do to fight with Zuo Yuanyi?

Therefore, Ye Changsheng must die, even if Ye Changsheng has a deep relationship with the Demon Gate, he must die.

The old man looked at Ye Changsheng and said disapprerovingly: "Ye Changsheng, the old man knows, you said so much, you really tried to gain time to recover your strength, but the old man didn't care, because you wouldn't have any chances." ”

Ye Changsheng didn't seem to hear the old man's words, and suddenly asked, "Guess below, the seniors should belong to the Demon Sect's Divine Sound Sect, right?"

The four major tribes of the Demon Sect, Shenyin, Shenlong, Shenjian, Shenmouse, and Shenyin, are responsible for the spread of the teachings of the Demon Sect, which naturally also includes infiltration and expansion.

Immortal thought about it, and the old man could only belong to the Divine Sound Clan.

A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and he didn't deny it, but said gloomily: "It seems that Liu Yiyi's little girl is really good to you, and even told you the secrets within the Demon Sect." ”

Ye Changsheng shook his head, flipped his wrist, held up a token, and said lightly: "Senior, Liu Yiyi is very good to me, but she can't give me this!"

PS, I wish book friends a happy new year~