Although this style of sword move looks mediocre, it is the essence of the condensed sword, steady, accurate, and ruthless, pointing directly at the vital point of Bing Tear's chest, and the speed of the attack is as fast as the wind, which is unguardable. If he was an ordinary martial artist, he would probably be caught off guard by Qi Jian's fatal blow, but now his opponent is a warlock with unfathomable cultivation.

Faced with the sharp sword light that would cause a transparent hole to appear in his chest if he was not careful, Ice Tear did not make any dodge movements, but waved his right arm and threw out a wave of spiritual power to meet Qi Jian's blade.

The moment the tip of Qi Jian's sword touched the spiritual power wave, it stopped abruptly, and Qi Jian only felt that his long sword seemed to be pierced against an iron wall at this moment, and it was difficult to advance a single bit.

And this spiritual force wave not only has the ability to block, the huge impact force that constantly comes from the sword body makes Qi Jian stagger backwards, but he has not given up, and constantly infuses his wrist with true qi, trying to balance the impact force carried by the spirit power wave.

It's a pity that this move couldn't reap any results, until Qi Jian completely consumed the true qi in his body, and the impact from the spiritual power wave did not decrease at all, as the force he applied to the sword body gradually weakened, that impact force even showed signs of strengthening.

Qi Jian, who had almost overdrawn his true qi, entered a state of weakness, and could no longer stop the invasion of the spiritual power wave, the long sword immediately flew out of his hand, and his body was blasted out of the distance by the shock wave, and he fell heavily on the snow, shaking the snow on the ground one after another, and then scattered on Qi Jian's body.

"With this little ability, you have to come out and be embarrassed, and your lover is not very good. Bing Tear said to the expressionless Zhu Yan, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then she handed a message to Zhu Yan with a voice transmission technique, and said in a loud voice: "Go and say goodbye to your lover, we should go." "As if he was afraid that Qi Jian wouldn't be able to hear.

After Zhu Yan received the order, she immediately executed, she came to Qi Jian, who was lying on her back in the snow, the corners of her mouth were constantly bleeding, and her mind was also a little blurred, and said in a cold tone like a machine: "Farewell, you will never see you again, you just stay here and fend for yourself." ”

The words were so ruthless, Zhu Yan's current behavior was like a lifeless puppet, she only had an attitude of turning a blind eye to Qi Jian's embarrassing and tragic situation.

Qi Jian seemed to hear the sound of his heart broken, and in the moment before he lost consciousness, he only had the words unwillingness and regret in his mind, hating himself for being so incompetent, and he couldn't even protect the person he loved.

Ice Tears also walked to Qi Jian's side at this time, and said to himself, "Do you know why you can follow from Shuangzhou Town to the Northern Snowfield with only footprints? That's because I deliberately cast an illusion to enlarge footprints along the way. Although you were not present when I spoke to my sister, the relationship between you and my sister is so close that if you are left alone, you will definitely be an obstacle to my future plans. So just in case, I had to do something to cut the roots. But if I kill you like this, I think it's a pity, so I'll use the forbidden art to erase your amnestics about me. ”

After saying that, Bing Bing recited the eternal recipe in her mouth again, and after reading it, she pressed the thumb of her right hand on Qi Jian's forehead, and then she closed her eyes, as if she began to browse Qi Jian's memory.

After a moment, Bing Tear opened his eyes again, and his thumb also left Qi Jian's forehead, and he gently bowed his head in satisfaction. subsequently

She stood up and continued to walk in the direction of the snow-capped mountain with Zhu Yan. The figures of the two gradually disappeared into the vast snow, and no trace was found, but Qi Jian was cruelly abandoned on the snow.

Penglai Island, Shangwutang.

In the room of the head of the house, Qi Yunfei was anxiously pacing indoors.

Ever since Qi Jian left Shangwu Hall, he had been tracking Qi Jian's location with his amulet. At noon today, he saw that Qi Jian had actually entered the wilderness at the junction of Dongsheng Divine Continent and Beiju Luzhou, which was a dead place where no grass was born. From then on, Qi Yunfei began to worry about his son, and when Qi Jian entered the snowfield of Beiju Luzhou, he actually stayed somewhere in the middle of the snowfield for nearly half an hour, which was obviously not a normal sign, because no one would want to rest in the ice and snow.

Feeling the ominous aura, Qi Yunfei hurriedly sent his disciple who was most proficient in riding skills to hand over the compass to him, asking him to find Qi Jian according to the instructions on the compass and rescue him as quickly as possible.

However, the journey from Shangwutang to the snowfields on the border of Beiju Luzhou is quite long, and even if calculated at the fastest speed of thousands of horses, it will take at least one day and one night to reach.

Far water can't quench the thirst of the near, and by the time that Shangwutang disciple finds Qi Jian, I'm afraid that Qi Jian has already frozen to death in the ice and snow.

Just when Qi Jian was in an extremely dangerous situation, a white-haired man in a cyan robe suddenly appeared in the snowfield, wearing a baby-faced mask on his face, which contrasted sharply with his white hair, looking very strange, obviously he didn't want anyone to know his true identity.

The white-haired man came to Qi Jian's side, leaned over to probe his snort, and said, "It seems that I am not late." ”

The white-haired man's voice was vigorous and powerful, carefully distinguished, and there was a hint of vicissitudes, as if it came from the mouth of an elder. When you associate it with his gray hair, you will find that this is actually an older man.

At this time, the white-haired elder helped Qi Jian's body up and put him in a sitting position. After that, the white-haired elder sat down behind Qi Jian, put his hands on the back of Qi Jian's heart, and began to use his true qi to heal Qi Jian's wounds.

After the tea time, the white-haired elder withdrew his hands from Qi Jian's back, and it seemed that he had confirmed that Qi Jian was out of danger.

The white-haired elder carried Qi Jian, who still had not regained consciousness, on his back, and then performed the Sky Control Technique and flew towards the southeast.

At this time, the disciple holding the compass suddenly found that Qi Jian's position had begun to move again, and it was still coming in his own direction, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Hurriedly urged the mount under his crotch and faced Qi Jian at full speed, hoping to meet the young master earlier.

The Shangwutang disciple eventually met the white-haired elder at the northern border of Penglai Island, and before he could ask about the white-haired elder's identity, he was informed of Qi Jian's physical condition. According to the white-haired elder, Qi Jian had suffered serious internal injuries before, and after he found and treated him, he was no longer in serious trouble, and he was able to wake up within about an hour. He also instructed this disciple to let Qi Jian recuperate within three days, and try not to be lucky, so as not to affect the healing speed of the meridians.

After saying this, the white-haired elder turned around and left, leaving no name or identity behind him, like those nameless knights who wandered around the rivers and lakes.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

The disciples of Shangwutang checked Qi Jian's breathing and pulse, and found that both were very stable, as if they were asleep, so they relieved themselves and hurriedly returned to Shangwutang with him.

When Qi Yunfei saw that Qi Jian was fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. This time, Qi Jian went out to practice and did not incur a sad ending, which already made him very gratified. But Qi Yunfei also blamed himself for his wrong judgment that caused his son to almost die in the wilderness, and he was extremely depressed for a while, thinking that he no longer had the qualifications to be the master of a faction. Soon after, he decided to step down from the position of head of the family and let his younger brother Qi Yunteng, who was no less talented than himself, succeed him.

After Qi Jian recovered from his injury, he did not choose to tell his parents about Zhu Yan, but silently hid it in his heart, and his thoughts and self-blame tormented his soul day by day. From this point on, he rarely smiled. Two years passed in a hurry, and when he heard that Penglai Island had been invaded by the Soul Cult, although he could no longer remember the identity of the person who had robbed Zhu Yan, his intuition still told him that the opportunity to find Zhu Yan had finally arrived.

In the basin, on the battlefield, until the moment before he lost consciousness, Qi Jian felt that he had not been able to successfully complete the mission and did not grasp this only opportunity.

Qi Jian closed his eyes with deep guilt, but he didn't know that his figure standing resolutely in the rain of arrows like an iron wall had been engraved into Zhu Yan's blood and soul. I didn't know that my sincere words had quietly shattered the chains that bound Zhu Yan's heart, causing her consciousness to break free from the seal and regain her long-lost freedom.

Zhu Yan looked at Qi Jian's bruised body, his heart ached like a knife, and tears had blurred his eyes unconsciously. This man, whom he once vowed to protect for the rest of his life, was hurt by himself again and again, and every time he was in a dangerous situation for her. Every time he remembered that he was like a broom star and constantly brought calamity to Qi Jian, Zhu Yan couldn't wait to let himself evaporate from the world.

Thinking of the last order that Ice Tears gave her before she got rid of the puppet technique's control, the fire of anger in Zhu Yan's heart suddenly ignited, and it was out of control.

Zhu Yan turned his head and stared at the ice tears with an unusually sharp gaze, and the voice coming out of his mouth was as cold as coming from the depths of the Nine Shadows.

"Ice tears, you are really smart, confused for a while. Since you have used the forbidden technique to force my strength to fully recover, you should be more cautious and keep my spirit under your control at all times, and try not to let my emotions fluctuate in any way. However, you have given me such extreme orders that I instinctively resist and even break your puppetry and regain my freedom. You probably wouldn't have thought things would turn against you. ”

There was a rare look of panic on the face of Ice Tears, but he calmed down immediately, and said in a calm tone: "The strength of your strength comes from the vast spiritual power, and I have more skills, there is no way to decide who wins or loses, at least you have to compete to know the final result." ”

"There must be a fight to the death between you and me. Ice Tears, you treat me like a puppet, I can forgive you. But you actually asked me to hurt Brother Qi, I can't bear it no matter what. In this battle, either you die or I die, and it's time for you to pay for all the evil deeds you have done. ”