Chapter 108: It Hasn't Came Out Yet

Climb up and roll down, climb up, roll down again.

Zhang Sanyi was still crawling, up and down his body, the wounds were shocking, and the white marble steps had already been dyed red, and a bloody road had reached the fortieth step.

"Why bother?"

Shui Qing frowned, and there was not the slightest emotion in her blue eyes.

She quietly watched Zhang Sanyi crawl, suddenly losing her mind.

Is her heart aching? She doesn't know.

Finally, Zhang Sanyi climbed the forty-seventh step, trembled and stretched out his bloody right hand, and grabbed Shui Qing's ankle.

She didn't move, she looked indifferently at the bloody man lying on the ground, and a tear slowly dripped from the corner of her eye and smashed on Zhang Sanyi's head, cold and cold.

She still has heartache, although this person is no longer Zhang Renyi, nor is she Zhang Diyi, but she still has a lot of heartache.

Zhang Sanyi didn't know what he was climbing up for, was it really just to stop Shui Qing from climbing the steps? He wasn't sure, the moment he grabbed Shui Qing's ankle, he tried his best to pull Shui Qing down the steps, but Shui Qing didn't move.

"Why bother, I can't climb it anyway."

Shui Qingwan smiled, trembling like a pear blossom.

"I'm not your Wangshu, she's—"

Endless loneliness.

Struggling, Zhang Sanyi grabbed Shui Qing's hand and slowly stood up with the help of strength.

The two stood face to face like that, Zhang Sanyi grinned, a smile hung on his face covered with blood, and the smile was very ugly.

"Again...... Believe me once, okay?"

Word by word, Zhang Sanyi said it very clearly.

Finally, Shui Qing's water-blue emotionless eyes trembled for a while.

Silently, just staring in a daze.

Suddenly, Shui Qing slowly raised his right hand, and his white and slender fingers gently swept across Zhang Sanyi's face covered with blood, and the next second the blood disappeared, revealing Zhang Sanyi's face that was not handsome.

She waited in this world for millions of years, reincarnated in forty-nine lives, and became forty-nine parts, but that person was only a human being in three lives, Zhang Diyi's life, she sacrificed her sword with her body to achieve Wangshu, Zhang Tianyi's life, she didn't call Wangshu anymore, but she still died in the hands of that person, died under the sword called Wangshu.

Maybe it's because of obsession, that life is not over, and that one doesn't come back.

In her last life, her name was Lu Wangshu.

His name is Zhang Sanyi.

"Take me away?"

The voice was cold.

Zhang San nodded a little and stepped on the forty-eighth step.

Without that huge repulsion, Zhang Sanyi was very relaxed.

Beijing, Xiangshan.

A white figure appeared in the Wangdi Pavilion.

"You're still dead in the end......"

The waist is tactful, and the dance is light.

Zhang Sanyi stood on the forty-eighth step for a long time, how would he choose the sword back then?

Burdened with infamy, and Ye Xiaofeng has been spurned for thousands of years, wandering the world, and being terrified?

This is not what Zhang Tianyi wants.

"Ahh

A long sigh.

Zhang Sanyi raised his foot again and stepped on the forty-ninth step.

The scenes of the small county town appeared in his mind like a slideshow, and Lu Wangshu's smile was vivid.

In the capital, Lu Wangshu was inexplicably uncomfortable, she suddenly missed Zhang Sanyi very much, but she didn't know where he was, she only cried.

Suddenly, Zhang Sanyi smiled and grinned.

He saw that on the high platform was a scabbard, the whole body was crystal clear, emitting bursts of blue light.

Slowly approaching the scabbard, Zhang Sanyi stretched out his hand and held the scabbard tightly.

For a while, a biting chill approached Zhang Sanyi's heart.

The scabbard trembled, struggling to break free from Zhang Sanyi's hand, but the hand holding the scabbard still did not move even though it had been frozen and unconscious.

Zhang Sanyi felt that the blood in his body was slowly coagulating, and half of his body had been frozen.

He didn't know how to take this scabbard, he only knew that only if he got this scabbard, Shui Qing would be able to live in this scabbard and not fall apart.

This is why the spirit sword was separated at the beginning, and the sword spirit chose to return here.

said that it was shelter, but in fact, it was also a kind of imprisonment, and when she entered the scabbard, unless the sword returned, she would never be able to come out again.

And the Wangshu Sword had already been broken, and the moment Zhang Tianyi stabbed into Ye Xiaofeng, it was shattered.

Suddenly, a drop of blood dripped on the scabbard, and the scabbard slowly swallowed the drop of blood as if it were alive.

On the originally smooth scabbard, a blood moon appeared, which was particularly conspicuous.

The scabbard finally stopped trembling, the aqua blue light slowly converged, and the ice and snow on Zhang Sanyi's body began to melt.

Turning his head, Zhang Sanyi grinned at Shui Qing.

Shui Qing's body suddenly began to become illusory, like water, ripples, turned into a white light, and threw it into the scabbard.

Zhang Sanyi sat on the steps, stunned, holding the scabbard, feeling the chill from the scabbard, as if Shui Qing was pouring out to him about the loneliness of millions of years.

In fact, the forty-eighth and forty-ninth steps, Shui Qing couldn't go up, but she didn't want to, Ye Xiaofeng refused to come back, because she was obsessed, and Lu Wangshu, her life had just begun. When she stepped on the steps, it meant that Ye Xiaofeng and Lu Wangshu had to come back, which was unfair.

Gently stroking the scabbard, a faint smile hung on the corner of Zhang Sanyi's mouth, this time, it won't be that tragedy again.

Walking down the steps slowly, Zhang Sanyi picked up the little monk who was still unconscious, not paying attention to the person buried under the rubble.

Walking out of Wangshu Palace, Zhang Sanyi walked slowly towards the city gate, the backpack was still there, how was the third brother?

Thinking of the third brother, Zhang Sanyi couldn't help but start to get anxious in his heart, and quickened his pace, Zhang Sanyi came to the gate that had been bulldozed and couldn't see that it was the city gate.

"Wang-Wang-"

Before Zhang Sanyi could get closer to look for him, an earthy yellow shadow limped towards him.

Not far away, the worn-out looking backpack was lonely next to the ruins.

Fortunately, it was still intact, otherwise, he wouldn't know how to explain to the little monk.

Let the three get into the backpack, Zhang Sanyi put the backpack on his back and slowly walked out of the city.

It's time for him to leave, too.

......

In Wangshu Palace, a stone suddenly rolled down.

A man emerged from under the rubble, his blue clothes still clean, unaffected by the rubble.

If Zhang Sanyi was still there, he would definitely be able to recognize this Ye Tong, who had changed a lot.

"Boom—"

The palace suddenly trembled violently, and Ye Tong hurriedly swept out of the gate and ran towards the city gate.

She followed Zhang Sanyi all the way to the city, and originally sneaked into Wangshu Palace to take the opportunity to take the treasure on the high platform, but she was bounced off and knocked unconscious.

The treasure, Ye Tong thought that it must have been taken by Zhang Sanyi's guy, and she had to take it back.

After all, she is no longer the same now.

After Ye Tong left the city, Wangshu Palace collapsed violently, and the entire Tianshui City had been razed to the ground, and the sword spirit left, and there was no need for this city to exist.

On the horizon, the sun revealed a small side, and the heavy night suddenly faded a lot, facing the sun, Zhang Sanyi still chose to continue to the east, there was no reason.

"It's time to finish, right?"

Zhang Sanyi muttered, he felt that this ruin should be over, and he should be able to go out, right?

However, after walking for a long time, the sun was already shining in the sky, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and the beautiful mountains and rivers suddenly became yellow sand all over the ground.

It's like Nan Ke's dream, but Zhang Sanyi knows that Tianshui City is real, all of this is true, it was all created by Shui Qing and the scabbard, and now the scabbard and the incomplete sword spirit have been taken away by himself, and all scenes will naturally disappear.

"I'm going, haven't you gone out yet?"

Seeing the scene around him was no different from before he jumped into the pool.

Suddenly, the scabbard in his arms trembled, and an illusory figure appeared, staring behind him, silent.

Shui Qing has been here for a million years, but everything has become a thing of the past, even if she is just a sword spirit, she can't help but feel sad.

Without returning to the scabbard, Shui Qing stood next to Zhang Sanyi and suddenly said softly, "I can hate you, right?"

She didn't look at Zhang Sanyi, Zhang Sanyi was stunned and nodded stiffly.

Shui Qing's figure disappeared, and Zhang Sanyi let out a long sigh.

She really should hate herself, whatever it is.

He owed her so much.

Subconsciously, Zhang Sanyi hugged the scabbard in his arms.

The little monk finally woke up, Zhang Sanyi handed over the small teapot, and the little guy drank a lot.

"Continue east?"

The little guy didn't respond, just pointed to the backpack Zhang Sanyi was carrying.

"Forget it, I'll carry it!"

Suddenly, there was a roar from a distance, and Zhang Sanyi pulled the little monk over and looked around cautiously.

The voice was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Sanyi remembered that it was exactly the same as when the more than fifty sand cavalry came.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for more than 50 sand soldiers to surround Zhang Sanyi and Huaisheng in the middle, and it seemed that they were still the more than 50 horsemen before they jumped into the waterhole.

"Oh, it's really ghostly."

Zhang Sanyi pouted.

"That's right, let's practice your hands!"

As he spoke, using the sheath as a sword, Zhang Sanyi held the Xuanbing scabbard in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

Not far away, the sand rider who was eyeing him suddenly began to sprint, even on the sand dunes, the speed of the sand rider was amazingly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to Zhang Sanyi and handed out a spear.

Zhang Sanyi opened his eyes suddenly, raised the scabbard, and slashed lightly, a sword qi rushed straight towards the horse, and in an instant, the sand horse turned into powder and disappeared into the yellow sand.

"Whew...... It's still too weak!"

Although he recalled the sword moves of previous lives, because his strength was really too weak compared to previous lives, the sword qi could only be wiped out.

No longer pretending to be forced, Zhang Sanyi took an arrow step and rushed towards the sand rider who rushed over, every time he swung his sword, a horse turned into powder, slowly feeling each of his swords, starting from jerky and slowly becoming mellow, although it was far from being handy.

There were less than ten horses left in more than fifty horses, and suddenly, three white lights swept out, and in an instant, the three horses turned into yellow sand and disappeared.

Holding the scabbard and holding his shoulder, Zhang Sanyi pursed his lips, turned his head, and smiled at the little monk.

"Let's go"

"Hmm"

Behind the sand dunes not far away, Ye Tong swallowed her saliva, she still didn't seem to be able to beat Zhang Sanyi.

"Help—help—"

In the distance, dust was flying.