The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 4: severe injury

Tall buildings stand tall, this is the core area of ​​the Yin clan, and it is also the residence of important members of the Yin clan.

A sharp black sword, four feet two inches long and no more than one finger wide, was held by a pretty girl and presented to Yin Jikun respectfully. Following the girl's movements, the sword bounced slightly, and a cyan light thread faintly danced on the blade, creating a thin halo ripple, which was enough to highlight how flexible the sword was.

With a handsome face like a young man in his twenties, Yin Jikun, who has a sinister gaze like a poisonous snake, and a layer of yin all over his body, holds the hilt of the sword with his backhand and swings the long sword casually. A tall, red-haired man standing behind him snorted loudly, pulled out a one-foot-thick metal pillar from his side, and hit the sword with a heavy blow.

With a crisp sound like cutting fruit, the one-foot-thick solid alloy pillar was cut off by the thin long sword, and a section of the pillar fell heavily to the ground, making a dull and loud noise. The cut surface of the alloy pillar is as smooth as a mirror, and Yin Jiwan didn't feel any resistance from the blade, which shows that it is really easy for the blade to cut through the metal pillar.

"Good sword!" Yin Jiquan nodded in satisfaction.

"It's just too expensive!" The red-haired man widened his green eyes and muttered in a low voice: "That old guy, too greedy!"

Expensive? Yin Jihuan sneered a few times, but was too lazy to explain to his confidant behind him. Although he is his confidant who has subdued him for nearly a hundred years, in Yin Jikun's heart, the red-haired Han Uer is just a violent thug, his servant, and a member of the countless vassals of the Yin clan. He explained!

In the eastern cultivation world, the top magic weapon personally forged by Huo Luxiu, the elder of Jianjianmen, how can the value of this kind of magic weapon be judged by "expensive"? For his own son, for his own blood, Yin Jikun is willing to pay any price.

Shaking his head and laughing a few times, Yin Jihuan waved to Wuer, signaling that he doesn't have to follow him. With this sharp weapon that has not come to be named in a hurry, and with a satisfied and ostentatious smile, Yin Jihuan slowly walked out of the small courtyard where he lived, and walked towards the Zhizidian.

He is going to find his son, his pride, Yin Xuejiao, the youngest Star Warrior ever in Zhizidian! In front of so many deacons and so many children in the Zhizi Temple, he will give this precious sword as a gift to Yin Xuejiao!

He wanted to make his son the envy of those childish children. Yin Jiyun's son should have been the proud son of heaven in the eyes of everyone! This sword comes from the oriental cultivation world and is tailor-made for Yin Xuejiao. It will accompany Yin Xuejiao's growth and become his powerful support.

At the same time, he also wanted to let those naives know, let those deacons understand Yin Jiwan's strength and connections!

Only he can get such a magical weapon from the Eastern cultivation world, no matter how much he pays, only he can get such a treasure! Not even his elder brother, his competitor, that damned guy can't do this!

Those children, those deacons, and the people behind them, especially the people behind them, should be able to understand what they mean after they see this sword! This is not an ordinary sword, but a heavy bargaining chip, a bargaining chip to win the hearts of the family!

"Xuejiao, well done!" Walking briskly towards the Zhizi Hall, Yin Jiwan's dark eyes became much warmer. This is his son, his pride! Just turned fourteen years old, he broke through and became a star warrior! This is an unprecedented record for the family. His son's brilliant achievements are enough to increase Yin Jikun's influence in the family a lot!

Although there were several children who also broke through to star warriors last night, they are all much older than Yin Xuejiao! In terms of age, Yin Xuejiao is the most outstanding genius in the history of the entire Yin clan!

The good mood was maintained until Yin Jiwan came to the gate of the main hall where his son was in class. Along the way, Yin Jiwan smiled and saluted all the deacons of the Zhizidian. got there.

But as soon as Yin Jiwan arrived at the entrance of the main hall where Yin Xuejiao was, he saw Yin Xuege burst into flames, and sliced ​​half of Yin Xuejiao's neck open with an extremely fierce sword! Blood gushed out like a fountain, Yin Xuejiao hissed and howled, and fell to the ground twitching all over. The blood gurgled out from his neck and formed a puddle on the ground.

Half of the neck was cut open, and a huge amount of blood was lost in an instant. Yin Xuejiao couldn't **** the blood from the wound back into his body like Yin Xuege. This is not an ordinary flesh injury, but the head was almost chopped off. With such an injury, even if Yin Xuejiao has the abnormal recovery power unique to the blood demon, he will have to rest in bed for at least a month before he can fully recover!

"Evil!"

Cold blood rushed into Yin Jiwan's mind, and his eyeballs suddenly turned bloody. He let out an annoyed roar, and rushed into the hall completely forgetting everything. He ignored his son, but slapped Yin Xuege fiercely with his palm.

Suddenly, there was a compelling smell of blood in the hall. The hearts of the young children in the hall were beating violently, and their blood flowed uncontrollably in their bodies. Their eyes were flushed, and blood poured into their eyes, turning their eyeballs into an abnormal scarlet.

Yin Jiwan's palm turned crimson red, and a faint blood mist enveloped his palm, and in his palm was a strange glyph talisman shining with a dazzling red light. With the brilliance of this demon script, the blood flow in the children's bodies increased faster, and they could all hear the sound of their own blood rubbing against their blood vessels.

Nearly a hundred children spurted blood almost at the same time, and all the blood quickly gathered towards Yin Jikun's palm. Yin Jiquan's **** palm swallowed up the flying blood mist like a black hole, and then slapped Yin Xuege's back heavily.

Yin Xuege rose violently, and severely injured Yin Xuejiao with a single sword strike. But he never dreamed that Yin Xuejiao's father, Yin Jikun who held real power in the clan, would attack him directly regardless of his status! What's even more unbelievable is that Yin Jikun actually sneaked up on Yin Xuege, a child who was only eleven years old, from behind!

Yin Jiwen, who was nearly two hundred years old, brazenly used the blood demon secret technique to attack Yin Xuege from behind!

"Really, shameless!" Even Yin Jiying, who also harbored malice towards Yin Xuege, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw Yin Jikun's behavior. But soon Yin Jiying's eyes flickered, and then he let out a heart-piercing cry.

"Second brother, this is Zhizidian, and there are Zhizidian's own rules here!"

Following Yin Jiying's yell, there was a muffled sound in the hall, Yin Xuege opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of blood, his thin body was slapped tens of meters away by Yin Jikun's palm. A clear handprint appeared on the clothes on his back, and countless pieces of clothes fell off, revealing a huge blood-colored palm mark on Yin Xuege's back.

The Yin Blood Singer raised his long sword and fell to the ground, a strange cold air blasted into his body, squeezing his internal organs like a juicer, squeezing his heart and blood vessels, squeezing his body's blood every part. He spit out blood like cheap spring water, and soon nearly half of the blood in his body was sprayed out.

Afterwards, Yin Xuege couldn't squirt even a mouthful of blood anymore, starting from the back of his palm, the cold breath began to freeze his body. His heart was icy cold, and the beating speed suddenly dropped dozens of times; his blood vessels shrank rapidly under the erosion of the cold breath, and soon the blood vessels shrank to as thin as a hair; his internal organs were even more violently convulsed and brought him such pain that it almost killed him.

Unprecedented pain hit, even after several years of training in Zhizidian, even if he had been cut open by soft swords countless times, Yin Xuege had never felt such pain!

This kind of emptiness, like the pain of being crazily crushed by a big stone mill!

At the same time, Yin Xuege could still feel that Yin Jiwen's palm had shattered all the bones in his back. These bone fragments rubbed and crushed each other under the urging of the cold breath, and the nearby nerves The meridians and collaterals made a 'clack' sound, and the pain caused Yin Xuege's eyes to turn black.

He really wanted to pass out so that he could get rid of this pain, but that cold breath froze his soul and kept him awake all the time.

The blood demon body of the Yin clan has strong resilience, but after being hit by Yin Jikun, Yin Xuege's body seemed to be sealed in ice, and all his self-healing abilities were frozen . He couldn't move, couldn't make a sound, he could only lie on the ground stiffly, helplessly enduring the crazy endless pain.

"Evil!" Yin Jiquan's figure flickered, and he came to Yin Xuege's side like a ghost. He swung the sword in his hand and was about to stab Yin Jiying's heart. The only vital point of the Yin people is the heart, once the heart ruptures, they will surely die!

The figure of Yin Jiying who was rushing towards him suddenly stopped. At first, Yin Jiying was still yelling about the so-called "Zhizidian's own rules", but when he saw Yin Jiying, he was very angry and wanted to kill him. When Yin Xuege died, Yin Jiying immediately stopped and closed his mouth tightly.

"Kill him, kill this little bastard!" Yin Jiying was trembling with excitement. Kill Yin Xuege, kill him! Yin Jiwan, aren't you domineering and domineering in the Yin family, wanting to fight for power and profit with your elder brother? Then kill Yin Xuege! kill him! Yin Jiying was very curious, if Yin Jikun really killed Yin Xuege, what would the sleeping elders who were in retreat do?

This is a disgrace to the family! Yin Xuege, that guy who brought endless shame and great trouble to the Yin clan!

And what about Yin Jiwen? His power in the Yin clan is very hot, can he kill Yin Xuege? Does he dare to kill Yin Xuege?

The black long sword stabbed at Yin Xuege's heart without any sound or shadow. With a flash of blood, the long sword pierced Yin Xuege's clothes, pierced into his flesh, passed between his two ribs, and was about to touch his heart!

But Yin Jiwen suddenly raised his head, and took a deep look at Yin Jiying who was standing there motionless.

Cold sweat quickly poured out from the back of Yin Jiwan's heart, and Yin Jiwan suddenly thought of Yin Xuege's mother! The wrist froze, and the tip of the sword almost stopped touching Yin Xuege's heart. After a brief pause, Yin Jiwen slowly drew out his long sword, looked down at Yin Xuege indifferently, and kicked him to the ground and slid out.

Yin Xuege spat out another mouthful of blood, his body twitched violently, the crimson palm print on his back exuded a chilly air, the terrible pain made him feel so bad, Yin Jikun's added kick was right He felt nothing at all.

There was no sound in the Zhizi hall, and Yin Jiying looked at Yin Xuege lying on the ground with regret—second child, why did he stop?

The young children lowered their heads, not daring to look at Yin Jiwan, who was so cloudy that he looked like a ghost. Accompanied by the sound of low footsteps, Yin Jiquan slowly came to Yin Xuejiao's side. After all, he is a descendant of the Yin clan. Although half of his neck was cut open, Yin Xuejiao's wound has stopped bleeding, and the wound tends to heal slowly.

"Remember this sword today!" Yin Jiwan lowered his head, looking down at his severely injured son.

"I originally thought that you would be the pride of my father! So my father specially entrusted my old friend from the East to forge this magic weapon for you!"

Shaking his head regretfully, Yin Jiwan stuffed the sword in his hand into the sleeve of his robe, and the four-foot-two-inch long sword disappeared immediately. He sighed bitterly, and put his hands in his sleeves at the same time: "Three months later, the Yin clan's annual martial arts ceremony, if you can win in the end, this sword will still be yours! "

Glancing resentfully at his son who had made himself a shame, Yin Jikun really wanted to kill him at this time!

Originally, I wanted to come to Zhizidian, and use Yin Xuejiao's breakthrough to show off my connections, power, and show off my excellent bloodline in front of the clansmen. But Yin Xuejiao, who had broken through to become a star warrior, was actually defeated by Yin Xuejiao, who was three years younger than him and had not yet broken through. How could this make Yin Jikun feel so embarrassed?

"Remember, three months!" Yin Jiquan looked at Yin Xuejiao indifferently: "After three months, if you are still so incompetent!"

Three months later, what would happen if Yin Xuejiao was still so incompetent, Yin Jikun did not say. But Yin Xuejiao's face, which was originally pale due to excessive blood loss, became almost transparent at this moment. He looked at his father in horror and fear, he knew what kind of person his father was! So he trembled with fear.

At this moment, a series of hurried footsteps came.

A man who was 90% similar to Yin Jikun in birth, equally handsome, equally sinister, and equally cold all over his body led dozens of Yin people into the hall quickly. As soon as the man entered the hall, he yelled loudly.

"Second brother, the Zhizi Palace has the rules of the Zhizi Palace. This is the important place for the family to train the children and pass on the blood. If you come here to make trouble, aren't you afraid of the family law?" It has already been buckled down.

Yin Jiwan's face turned cold, and a thick blood-colored mist gushed out from his body, condensing into a blood-colored flame behind him. Looking coldly at Yin Jihuang, the acting patriarch of the Yin clan who led a large group of people into the hall, and also Yin Jihuang's eldest brother, Yin Jiwan sneered sneeringly.

"What a coincidence, big brother? On weekdays, you never step into the childish palace!"

With his hands behind his back, Yin Jihuang walked up to Yin Jikun step by step. He looked at Yin Xuejiao, who was clutching his neck and struggling to stand up, and then at Yin Xuege, who was lying in the corner of the hall and couldn't move, with a **** handprint on his back that was particularly eye-catching, and suddenly grinned.

"It's just passing by by chance. I heard that the second brother is here to teach the younger generation, so I am curious to come in and have a look."

The two brothers stared at each other for a while, when Yin Jihuang suddenly reached out and patted Yin Xuejiao's shoulder lightly.

"Xuejiao, you are the youngest genius in the history of the Yin clan who broke through to star warrior! Uncle is very curious, who can hurt you to such an extent in Zhizidian? Take it?"

Yin Xuejiao's expression turned extremely ugly for a moment. He looked at Yin Jihuang and then at his father, his heart was filled with anger, but he didn't dare to express it in the slightest. He could only bow his head respectfully and obediently listen to Yin Jihuang's cynicism.

Yin Jiwen was even more furious. He glanced at his son and stomped his feet heavily. Ignoring Yin Jihuang, Yin Jiwan turned into a black shadow and rushed out of the hall abruptly.

Yin Jihuang pursed his lips in a strange smile, and then his face suddenly became extremely cold again. He glanced at Yin Jiying who was standing aside, and said calmly: "Let them solve the children's affairs by themselves. Let's not get involved too much!"

With a cold snort, he slammed his sleeve heavily~IndoMTL.com~Yin Jihuang held his head high, and walked out of the Zhizi Hall without saying another word.

Yin Jiying let out a heavy breath, and grinned mockingly. Let them solve the children's affairs by themselves? This sounded good, if it wasn't Yin Xuejiao who was beaten today, but someone else, I'm afraid Yin Jihuang wouldn't have said such a thing, would he?

Yin Hong's tongue licked his lips, and Yin Jiying said in a dark voice: "Then, let's continue the actual combat lesson? Yin Xuejiao fought against Yin Xuege, Yin Xuejiao lost, Yin Xuege won, and I'm going Is it recorded in your grade book?"

Yin Xuejiao held his neck and said nothing, but his face turned pale and white, the blood in his eyes flickered, and his eyes were venomous and terrifying, just like a poisonous snake whose tail was stepped on and was about to devour people crazily .

Yin Xuege didn't make any sound, and he didn't move at all.

He was lying in the corner of the hall like a corpse, silently enduring the boundless pain in his body.

Pair after pair of children began to fight, Yin Xuege was lying there, and no one paid attention to him. It wasn't until the end of the actual combat class that day that Yin Jiying recruited an old blood servant and sent Yin Xuege back to his residence.

Lying stiffly on the simple bed in the small building, Yin Xuege didn't make a sound.

After nightfall, the blood mist barrier was revoked, and a ray of moonlight shone on Yin Xuege through the window.

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