The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 390: Just ask the sword in hand

Chapter Three Hundred and Fortieth

Suddenly, the vitality of Xinjue in front of everyone disappeared to the naked eye. Tianlai Novels

The blood pouring from the center of the eyebrows was out of control, and it instantly filled half of that pale and handsome face.

"Brother, don't scare me..."

Xin Yan cried and red eyes, her voice trembling, she wiped the blood from Xin Jue's face like crazy.

But no matter how you wipe it off, the blood can't be wiped off, it's like a flower, and it doesn't stop.

Lin Yun's heart suddenly became empty, and the unspeakable bitterness blocked his throat, making him suffocated and weak. On weekdays, there are no surprises, there are always sharp edges hidden, like the eyes of stars and gems, at the moment desolate.

Wow!

The elders holding the sword and Luo Feng, hearing the sound, looked at the situation, their expressions suddenly changed.

"This..."

Luo Feng's voice trembled, and he couldn't believe what he could see before his eyes.

The moment before, he was still immersed in Xinyan's joy in mastering the innate sword intent, and the next moment, he saw the other party's anger as a gossip, and the vitality continued to fade away.

It's totally unacceptable. His relationship with Xin Jue is not only an elder and a disciple, but also a lot of connections.

Thinking of the past, and agreeing to his father's instructions, my eyes suddenly became silky.

"Elder holding the sword, save my brother, save my brother..."

Seeing the elder holding the sword, Xin Yan's eyes surged with hope, and she kept begging.

The elder can hold the sword with a look of embarrassment, his hand left from the pulse of euphoria, look helpless, and shook his head.

"Woo woo woo, how could this...how could this be..."

Xinyan cried bitterly, her charming and glamorous face, she cried so heartbreakingly, like a flower in a rainforest.

Xinjue, who was originally quite bearish about life and death, looked very anxious when she saw Xinyan's appearance.

He struggled to get up, trying to hold his sister in his arms as usual.

"Ye Xinyan, don't cry..."

But just halfway through the movement, he fell weakly.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

The crowd was shocked, and they quickly surrounded Xinjue and helped Xinjue up again.

But he closed his eyes weakly, and his arms hovering in the air moved halfway around like a tree branch, seeming to be looking for someone.

"Brother, I am here."

Xinyan was heartbroken, she held this hand tightly and placed it on her face.

Feeling the temperature on his cheeks, Xin Jue's pale face showed a smile, and there was no life left.

"Brother!"

Xin Yan cried heartbreakingly, but no matter how she cried, Xin Jue couldn't respond to her.

Puff!

In grief, Xin Yan's blood was disordered, her heart attacked with anger, she vomited blood, and she passed out.

"There is hope, there is hope..."

Lin Yun, who was panicked, suddenly thought of something, his expression moved, and he stepped forward to hug Xinjue's body.

Such a move shocked everyone.

"Little Red!"

In the midst of fright and doubt, Lin Yun roared, shaking in all directions. In the voice, there is boundless sadness and panic.

DaDaDa!

In the mountains and forests, a blood-colored figure turned into lightning and rushed over, and the blood dragon and horse rushed towards him.

Ignoring much, Lin Yun hugged Xinjue, turned on his horse, and ran wildly in the forest.

The dust was rolling and disappeared before everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Lin Yun what is going to do..."

Elder Luo Feng’s eyes flashed with worry, worried that Lin Yun would do something stupid.

"Let him go, maybe that person can really do it."

The elder holding the sword looked sad, and said weakly.

He is the elder who holds the sword and protects Xinjue and Lin Yun. He is duty-bound. Xinjue's death cannot be separated from him.

No one can imagine the self-blame and pain in his heart.

"Where is he going?"

"Except for the burial of the sword forest, where else can I take care of Xinyan so that nothing can happen to her, you know?"

Buried Sword Forest!

Elder Luo Feng's eyes lit up. If Lin Yun could really feel that Jianlin was buried, there might be some hope.

But to bury the sword forest here, even with the gods of the blood dragon horse, at least seven days.

After seven days, is there really hope?

"Little Red, hurry up, hurry up."

The blood dragon horse running in the Silence Mountains has already raised its power to the limit.

It flies like a flat ground, turning into a ghost, and its four hoofs are burning like flames. Although it is usually not very serious, it can get along with Lin Yun for so long, not to mention that it is connected, and it feels Lin Yun's emotions.

The emotion of Lin Yun right now is something he has never touched before, the kind of sadness and regret, let him run with all his strength.

Boom!

The ground trembled slightly under its strong horseshoes, and it stood against the ancient trees supporting the sky, wishing to break everything in front of it.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!

Xielongma roared in his heart, for the first time, hate himself, hate why he can't be faster.

In such a rush, in the blink of an eye, it was four days and four nights, endless sleep.

Lin Yun's eye sockets were sunken, and when the imperial capital appeared in his vision, his eyes flashed with aura.

"Go over!"

Ignoring the guards of the city gate, the blood dragon turned into a plume of smoke and rushed away.

When the city gate guard woke up in shock, they had already disappeared from the sight of these people, and drove towards a secluded lake area in the outer city.

"Xiaohong will be here soon, trouble quicker."

Lin Yun's eyes were bloodshot, and his throat was hoarse, but he didn't know it, he only felt the Xinjue behind him became colder.

The pain and anxiety deep in my heart are heavier again.

Along the way, he urged the blood dragon horse, but he didn't know how many times he repeated it, and his voice was almost silent.

The original seven-day journey took only four days abruptly and came over.

Looking at the misty lake in front of her, Xiao Hong let out a neigh, gritted her teeth and rushed over.

Crush!

The trace of real dragon blood hidden deep in its body burned completely and ran wildly over the lake.

Such a loud noise naturally alarmed the owner of this place long ago, and the array originally arranged on the water was gone.

The blood dragon horse didn't go far, and the lake was covered with mist and disappeared.

On the bank, an elderly man in a quilt furrowed his brows and looked at this man solemnly.

"Thirteenth Lord, help me save one person!"

Lin Yun turned over and got off his horse, knelt on the ground, and slammed his head heavily.

"Get up and talk."

Lord Shisan waved his hand and placed Xin Jue on the stone platform. When his eyes fell on Xin Jue's cold body, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

He didn't say a word, and walked over in silence, reaching out to touch Xinjue's brow.

Puff!

For a moment, a silver needle with the length of a palm bounced over, shaking and falling to the ground.

Looking at this slender silver needle, there was a flash of killing intent in the thirteenth master.

Not finished yet...

The Thirteenth Lord turned his hand and welcomed the rest of his body, and silver needles appeared at the same time.

Add the silver needles that have fallen on the ground, and count them down to exactly eight.

Lin Yun's complexion changed, and infinite killing intent came out of his bloodshot eyes.

Wang Yan!

These silver needles should have been shot on him, but they were blocked by Brother Xinjue.

Looking at the silver needles scattered on the ground, Lin Yun's heart was dripping blood. It was hard to imagine that he had been in these silver needles.

Brother Xinjue, what anguish he has endured.

"What is this?"

Lin Yun suppressed the anger in his heart and stepped forward, trying to pick up the silver needle.

"Don't move!"

Thirteen Lord turned and shouted coldly.

"This is the Blood Rain Silver Flower Needle, a very vicious hidden weapon, highly poisonous, and a secret treasure made by the Tianjimen. Back then, the Tianjimen was good at organizing puppet hidden weapons and poisons, and it can be called the first sect of the Zuo Dao to rule the world. Both righteous and evil, both were extremely afraid, the conversation changed, and was later jointly wiped out."

The Thirteenth Master groaned: "But there are still some malicious hidden weapons that have been secretly kept, but it is extremely difficult to obtain the hidden weapons of the Heavenly Mystery Gate. Not to mention the Great Qin Empire, even the Ancient Southern China, there are very few The hidden weapon of Tianjimen has appeared."

Lin Yun's heart was startled, the man behind the scenes is really great.

But at the moment, he is more concerned about other things, "Brother, is there any help?"

The Thirteenth Lord looked sad and shook his head: "The poison of the blood pear flower needle is specifically aimed at the leaders of the Xuanwu realm. The true essence of the purple mansion realm has undergone a qualitative change, and I am not afraid of this poison. It must die. The toxin penetrates into the blood and flows through the internal organs and can kill people in an instant."

He didn't say a word. If it could be three days earlier, maybe he could force the poison out with his strength.

Yes, looking at Lin Yun's sunken eye sockets and thin cheeks, you don't need to guess how he came here these days.

I'm afraid that life will be like years and I will not want to live.

"It's not saved..."

The last glimmer of hope was shattered, and the look in Lin Yun's eyes suddenly became lifeless.

For an instant, I felt my heart was hollowed out.

There are no words that can describe his sadness and helplessness at the moment. If he can, he would rather die by himself.

Looking at Brother Xin Jue lying on the stone platform, Lin Yun recalled many things in his mind.

I remembered that I first entered the High Heaven sword pavilion, and after the Nine Stars Contest was over~IndoMTL.com~ Senior Brother took action to save himself and retreated Wang Yan.

In the bloodbone forest, goodbye brother, he and the fourth son appeared at the same time. Although he doesn't have the name of the son, but he has a demeanor, but he is not inferior to these sons.

He is Xinyan's eldest brother and her own senior brother, who has rescued herself several times.

The picture changed, and he thought of Sister Xinyan again, and thought of Sister Xinyan's desperate and helpless cry, and his heart ached inexplicably.

Time passes.

Lin Yunku sat on the edge of the stone platform, sleepless, eating or drinking, and dripping water.

Ten days later, the Thirteenth Lord who came out of the bamboo building, Xin Jue was still lying quietly on the stone platform, but there was no one beside him.

Lord Shisan's face changed slightly, and his gaze swept away. He was a little relieved when he saw Lin Yun's back by the lake.

Move slowly, and walk over.

"Thirteenth Lord, why do you think good people do not live long in this world."

Without waiting for the thirteenth master to speak, looking at the misty cold lake, Lin Yun said to himself: "I have been thinking about this question for the past ten days. I figured it out. There is actually no answer to this question. No need to think about it, let alone sit here, I just need to follow my heart and do it."

"But as you said, there is no evidence left in this matter. Even if you guess who it is, Lingxiao Jiange would not dare to act rashly, and would not stand by your side."

The Thirteenth Master groaned.

"So, I should go."

Lin Yun turned around, looking calm. It's just that in the calm, there is a chill that makes the heart palpitating.

The mundane world has too many constraints and rules. The older you are, the more you think. The more you think, the less you dare to move.

Being in a high position, I am afraid of moving my whole body, unable to tell right or wrong, unable to explain the truth.

But if someone is dead, someone has to be responsible, and there is no need to think too much.

While my face is still young and my blood is still young, I ignore the mundane world and only ask about the sword in my hand.