However, for Ye Qingcheng to face this kind of blow was more painful than making him suffer any pain. He stared at the embers in front of him, with a sinister smile on his face, and the grievances in his heart turned into angry waves.

"If Lao Tzu can't get it, others can't get it. The ember said in a hideous voice, "It's just right to be dead!"

Ye Qingcheng didn't want to fight, and there was no point in fighting any longer. Although he wanted to slaughter this old fellow, he still held back the anger in his heart and said, "You have won." ”

"Lao Tzu said that he was going to kill you, and now he wants to compromise?"

On the ground, he fiercely swung the judgment sword and brutally slashed at Ye Qingcheng.

"Qiang!Qiang!Qiang!Qiang......"

Ye Qingcheng swung the Xuanxue Broken Sword with all his might, trying to resist his attack. However, discouraged and depleted of strength, he was attacked and retreated.

"Bang!!"

In a series of furious attacks, Yan Shen shook his leg violently and kicked Ye Qingcheng hard in the head, immediately kicking him into a trance.

"Bang bang bang bang bang ......"

Immediately afterwards, he continuously rotated his body and kicked Ye Qingcheng like a storm, directly kicking Ye Qingcheng's figure thousands of feet away. When it was over, he opened his mouth suddenly, and spit out a brown flash of light, which shot straight into Ye Qingcheng's chest.

"Bang !!!"

In the distance, a cloud of smoke exploded from the mountain wall, and crumbling rocks fell. A circle of net-like cracks appeared on the rock wall, and Ye Qingcheng's chest was filled with a brown earth spirit thorn, directly nailing his body to the rock wall.

Under the continuous blows, his consciousness began to blur, and his drooping eyelids drooped and closed tiredly.

"Big brother!!" Liu Beishui shouted frantically, and just as he wanted to rush towards the rock embers, he was dragged to death by a few sword souls such as Ranliu.

"Don't go over, you're only going to die!" Ranwillow said.

"Let go of me!" Liu Beishui seemed to have a roaring beast lurking in his throat, struggling with extreme anger.

............

"Why do you want to be a swordsman?"

In the darkness, a calm voice came.

"I can't tell, maybe it's because of my father, who has the blood of a swordsman in my veins. ”

On the rock wall, Ye Qingcheng's figure was nailed to it tragically, blood kept dripping from the tips of his fingers, and the hand holding the Xuanxue Broken Sword gradually let go.

"Have you ever regretted it?"

"Nope. The last thing I regret is becoming an animal trainer and a swordsman. ”

"Do you know the meaning of the sword's existence?"

"Do you know why beasts have fangs and claws?" he did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"For the sake of killing. ”

"Because they have to hunt, or they will starve to death. And because they have to defend themselves, otherwise they will be eaten by other beasts. At the same time, they have to rely on fangs and claws to protect their families, otherwise, if their children and partners are threatened, how can they resist? ”

"That's what you mean by a sword?"

"Yes. If you want to kill innocents, you don't need a sword. If there is a just judgment in the heart, no matter how many wicked people are slaughtered, not a drop of blood will be stained on their bodies. ”

At this time, the Xuanxue Broken Sword had already fallen from his weak hand.

The cold wind whistled in Ye Qingcheng's ears. His consciousness was in total darkness.

A winding stream, still flowing slowly, was half-crouching by the stream, the figure of the ember, he stuck the judgment sword by his side, the right severed arm had grown two inches long, and he was scooping water with his left hand, grunting and drinking.

However, in the cold moonlight, his body trembled violently. He stared at the water in his palm in disbelief, and under the moonlight, it turned blood red. Not only that, but the entire stream turned into a bloody stream in an instant. So, he jerked his head up and looked out over the cliff in the distance.

In the darkness, Ye Qingcheng's divine sense condensed into his figure, and he kept searching in the dark.

On the ground, a turbid yellow candle flame shone brightly, expelling the darkness. On the other side of the candle flame, another of his faces appeared, exactly the same as his, except that his hair was short red, his eyes were unusually scarlet, yellow pupils, and a hideous scar on his face.

"You have the breath of Hades. The blood-haired Ye Qingcheng said, "A judgment pen is needed." ”

"Pen?"

"Yes. Judge good and evil, judge life and death. ”

Ember stood up, drew the sword of judgment beside him, and looked up at the full moon in the sky. A cloud of blood swept by, like the color of blood stained on the full moon, and the whole thing was like a demon's eye, and the wind howling in the valley became more and more cold.

"Hmph!" he snorted coldly, and immediately rushed towards the cliff that nailed Ye Qingcheng.

It was like a corpse nailed to a cliff, and Ye Qingcheng's decaying body did not move.

"Is this really dead?" Rock Ember hung in the air, staring at Ye Qingcheng's bloody figure.

However, just as he was muttering, Ye Qingcheng's bloodied right hand suddenly bent and clawed. The Xuanxue Broken Sword that fell to the ground rushed up in an instant, and was suddenly held by his hand.

This scene frightened Yan Shen for a moment, and then quickly flew back more than ten feet, staring at Ye Qingcheng's figure in horror.

Ye Qingcheng stretched out his left hand and pulled out the brown earth spirit thorn that was inserted in his chest. Then, he slowly opened his eyes, touched a handful of blood stains on his chest, and sniffed them gently. Finally, he took a deep breath and walked through the air towards the embers.

"Your sword is too broken. The voice of judgment appeared in Ye Qingcheng's ears: "Your swordsmanship has not yet become a climate. Now we don't have a tacit understanding, you can't use my strength. Allow me, take control of your body once, and let me put an end to this fight. ”

"Okay. Ye Qingcheng said, as if he was talking to himself, "Be careful, don't let my life be lost." ”

"No, it won't. Even if you are gone, it won't hurt you. The voice of judgment came: "It is the duty of a sword to protect one's master." ”

With that, Ye Qingcheng closed his eyes.

By the time he opened his eyes again, his appearance had changed dramatically. A yellow robe appeared on his body, with two bloody words "Judgment" on his back, black boots on his feet, and yellow bandages on his arms, the scattered ends of which were flying in the wind. His short red hair was messy in the wind, his red eyes flashed with a majestic look in his yellow pupils, and a wicked smile appeared at the lower end of a scar on his face and at the corner of his mouth.

"Judgment, you eyeless beast!" At this time, Yan Shen Fang understood what was going on, he was furious, and said: "Lao Tzu has recast all the swords, and you don't choose Lao Tzu, but choose a broken sword?!"

"That's just wishful thinking. The judge raised the Xuanxue Broken Sword in his hand and said, "Broken Sword?"

In an instant, on the severed Xuanxue Sword, blood-colored chains flashed, and pieces of broken sword fragments were faintly linked, repairing the sword body into an intact eight-foot sword!