The three of them walked out of the Xiongba Hall, and as soon as they reached the halfway point of the mountain, Qin Jihuan couldn't control it, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, he said with a weak and miserable face,

"Wuji, Ah Ming, to make a long story short, Master and his old man are no longer there, Xiongba escaped this time, he will definitely not let us go, it is better for us to follow Wuji to the Wudang faction for temporary refuge. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Although they were shocked by the death of the Sword Saint, Dugu Ming and Zhang Wuji also knew that now was not the time to talk in detail, so they hurriedly nodded, helped the seriously injured Qin Jihuan together, avoided the layers of guards of the Tianxia Society, and went to the town.

After returning to the town to meet Xiao Zhao, several people directly bought a carriage, pulled Qin Jihuan, who was unable to move, and rushed to Wudang Mountain overnight without looking back.

Along the way, Qin Jihuan, whose face was obviously worse, and even Qin Jihuan, who was unable to move normally, slowly told the truth, which made Dugu Ming grief-stricken at the same time, but also made Zhang Wuji suddenly realize that this was the case.

The time went back to the morning, and Qin Jihuan had already asked Zhang Wuji to take care of Dugu Ming, who was in the Tianxia Society, so he did not appear directly, but hid on the periphery of the Tianxia Society, silently waiting for the arrival of the Sword Saint.

It was only from the beginning of the sun that he waited until the sun was in the west, Qin Jihuan finally saw the majestic figure of the Sword Saint again, but compared with a month ago, the Sword Saint had obviously become older, and even his whole body exuded a gray dead aura, and even his eyes, which had always been sharp like swords, were already dim.

"Senpai!"

Qin Jihuan came to the Sword Saint with an excited face, first saluted respectfully, and then said,

"Senior, I'll go up the mountain with you."

"You, you have a heart."

The Sword Saint looked at Qin Jihuan with slightly dim eyes, and after a while, he said a sentence in a sneering manner, Qin Jihuan saw it clearly, the Sword Saint was actually on the verge of dying.

"Senpai?"

Together with the Sword Saint, he bypassed the guards of Nie Feng and the others, and walked halfway up the mountain, Qin Jihuan saw the Sword Saint suddenly stop, and couldn't help but ask with a puzzled expression.

"The sky is unfair, the old man is not convinced, his fate should be like this, what can I do in vain?"

Accompanied by the whisper of the Sword Saint, his extremely old face also showed a strong look of helplessness and unwillingness, and when he turned his head to see Qin Jihuan beside him, he suddenly said,

"Boy, I have never accepted an apprentice in my life, today, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

"Huh? Disciple willing! Qin Jihuan greets Master! ”

Qin Jihuan was stunned at first, but suddenly remembered all the previous things, as well as the expectant eyes of the Sword Saint now, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, and solemnly kowtowed, not for anything else, just for the Sword Saint's selfless teaching to himself, and it was also worthy of his own worship.

"Okay, good apprentice, good apprentice, nameless, although I was defeated by you again, but it is not my sword twenty-three, you wait, my apprentice will defeat you."

Listening to the sword saint's murmur, Qin Jihuan realized that in the past month, after the twenty-third year of the sword, the sword saint actually went to find the nameless first!

That's right, in the eyes of the Sword Master, Xiongba or anything is just a piece of cake, just do it casually, and only nameless is worthy of being his opponent.

"Master!"

"Apprentice, the limit for the teacher has come, but you can't fall into the prestige of the Sword Saint, and the revenge of Wushuang City can't be avenged, so you go up here, use the sword twenty-three, and kill the hero."

"Huh? I? ”

Qin Jihuan was about to ask a question, but he didn't expect the Sword Saint to glare, his eyes shot straight into his heart like two lasers, and at the same time, his hands connected the dots, and one after another soaring sword qi roared into his body, lurking all over his body.

Then Qin Jihuan only felt that an indescribable sword intent emanated from the Sword Saint's body, slammed into his mind, and turned into a cloud of phantoms.

"Go, go, go, go."

After doing all this, the Sword Master smiled and finished his brilliant, but simple life.

Sword Saint Dugu Sword, in the name of the sword, also dedicated his life to the word sword, and he was still thinking about fighting until he died, and he was indeed worthy of the title of Sword Saint.

Seeing the Sword Saint kindly close his eyes and slowly fall to the ground, and then his entire body actually scattered with the wind and turned into nothingness, Qin Jihuan couldn't help but close his eyes sadly, because he knew that at the last moment, the Sword Saint had already fused all his essence and spirit into this sword twenty-three.

At this time, the sword intent left by the sword saint was quietly staying in his mind, waiting for the final bloom, and the abundant sword qi in his body was always exuding invincible brilliance, ready to explode at any time.

"Master, don't worry, this is not a movie, Xiongba, it's dead."

After Qin Jihuan muttered, he cleaned up his mood and reflexively went to the main hall of the Tianxia Society.

After that, it was what everyone saw, the only surprise was that Qin Jihuan didn't expect that the Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Three would be so strong that it would not only hurt the enemy, but also hurt himself!

When he activated the sword intent left by the Sword Saint and used the sword twenty-three, the first person to be injured was himself!

Fortunately, he has been diligently cultivating Maoshan Alchemy, and he has also comprehended the power of artistic conception, and his spiritual power is far beyond ordinary people, even higher than that of the Sword Saint, so he has not been affected.

However, his body obviously does not have such a high level of spirit, how can he, who is only congenitally small, compare with the Sword Saint?

This sword twenty-three, which fused all the last efforts of the Sword Master, as soon as it was used, the sword qi raged out, and it instantly dispersed his body-protecting true qi!

When Xiongba fell to the ground, he had actually suffered extremely serious internal injuries, so he had no choice but to let Xiongba go, and after casually leaving a sentence, he hurriedly retreated.

At this time, Qin Jihuan had been washed by the sword qi of Sword Twenty-three almost from head to toe, which contained the sword qi of the invincible sword intent of the Sword Saint, which almost completely destroyed his body, and at this time, he could no longer even do normal qi gathering.

did not truthfully inform Dugu Ming and the others of his injuries, Qin Jihuan only said that he was eaten by the sword qi of the Sword Saint and suffered internal injuries, so he lay alone in the carriage and began to study his body.

Because these sword qi were ownerless things after all, and a large part of them had already exploded before, so after a period of time, they had completely quieted down at this time, silently entrenched in Qin Jihuan's body.

So calming down, Qin Jihuan first focused on his brain, the only place that was not affected by the sword qi now, and after making sure that there was not the slightest remnant of the sword saint in his mind, he was completely relieved.

Shifting his attention to his body, Qin Jihuan couldn't help frowning, this Sword Saint's sword qi was too domineering, entrenched in his body, but it was completely out of his control, and now he completely suppressed his own true qi, how could this be good?

Qin Jihuan carefully used his spiritual power to control his true qi, but it instantly caused a backlash of sword qi, and after a conflict, it also caused him to spew out a large mouthful of blood again, and he was injured and injured.

With a wry smile, Qin Jihuan didn't dare to try it easily, this body was his own, if the sword qi left by the Sword Saint exploded directly and uncontrollably, he really didn't dare to imagine it.

Forget it, don't think about it for the time being, just treat it as a loss of skill.

Qin Jihuan reluctantly comforted himself, and then he no longer paid attention to his body, which was like a barrel of dynamite, and cultivated the Maoshan Alchemy Technique by himself. (To be continued.) )