Embers of Sword

Chapter 621 Counterattack
"I knew it……"

"That old bastard Zhao Chunyang... he's been biased from beginning to end..."

Zhou Zhiren was pinned to the mountain wall, looking at his junior brother, and couldn't help but laugh, laughing until tears streamed down his face. His purple robes trembled with laughter, and a large amount of blood flowed down his flying sword, landing on the ground and burning craters. The Yuan Fire on his body was still burning, not yet extinguished, and it showed a tendency to burn even more fiercely.

Xie Xuanyi simply stared silently at the person in front of him.

Xuanming's question from before lingered in his mind.

How should I deal with Zhou Zhiren?

This is someone I consider to be my own brother.

When he was young, Zhou Zhiren acted like an elder brother, sheltering him from the wind and rain.

boom!
In a brief silence.

The shattered primordial fire dharma image was summoned once more, launching a final attack at extremely close range. Zhou Zhiren, enduring excruciating pain, tore his body out of the stone wall where the flying sword had impaled him. Half of his arm erupted with a powerful mist of blood as he lunged at Xie Xuanyi—

boom!
The Martial Arts Divine Embryo appeared in an instant. Out of its instinct to protect its master, it punched through the head of the Yuan Fire Dharma Image without the slightest hesitation!
The Dharma form is shattered.

Zhou Zhiren's cheeks were also dented by the impact, and he fell back into the broken mountain wall, his whole body sliding down continuously.

The primordial fire went out completely.

The battle had come to an end, yet no one in the Sword Forest smiled; everyone wore a somber expression. The betrayal had had an extremely negative impact on the Great Jade Sword Palace…

"Let's go."

Si Qi helped Qi Lie to his feet and sighed softly.

Outside, the roar of flames was deafening, and shouts echoed constantly, reminding everyone that the war at the Great Jade Palace was not yet over.

The disciples from all the peaks rose in unison and left the Sword Forest one after another.

Silence returns here.

Xie Xuanyi lowered his head slightly, and blood spread, congealing into a pool of blood beneath him.

He gazed at the dying Zhou Zhiren.

The primordial fire extinguished, the Dharma form collapsed, and the flying sword shattered.

This was a certain death.

Who could have imagined that things would eventually turn out this way?
More than a decade ago, Xie Xuanyi was the most renowned young swordsman in Da Chu, while the senior brother was the unassuming and refined backbone of the Sword Palace.

Not seeking worldly gain, he retreated to Xiaochun Mountain... In many people's eyes, Zhou Zhiren was actually the "Xuanzhi Zhenren" of Dasui Sword Palace. If nothing unexpected happened, he would spend his long and wonderful life in Xiaochun Mountain.

In the future, Xie Xuanyi will be remembered in history, and he will leave a significant mark on the world.

"Why is this so?"

Xie Xuanyi looked at his senior brother and spoke softly.

"..."

Zhou Zhiren raised his head, looked at his junior brother, and there was no pleading or resentment in his eyes.

There was only tranquility.

At the very end of life.

The two were alone.

Xie Xuanyi did not inquire about Zhou Zhiren's motives, did not reminisce about their past friendship, and did not question the truth of the events of that year...

In his opinion.

Now that things have come to this, nothing from the past matters anymore.

As for Zhou Zhiren...

He did not beg for mercy, nor did he apologize... He had given his all in this battle, but ultimately he was defeated.

Just as he had anticipated.

Xie Xuanyi is a sword immortal who appears only once in a thousand years, and he has lost every previous encounter with him.

Perhaps it was Beihai ten years ago.

That was his only "victory"... but looking at it over a longer period, the game in Beihai, which has continued to this day, still ended in his defeat. The man in purple robes slowly straightened his clothes, leaned against the collapsed stone wall with his back against the rock, and softly uttered five words.

"The victor is king, the loser is a nobody."

next moment.

The shattered natal sword shot towards Xie Xuanyi.

Xie Xuanyi's expression remained unchanged.

The chronic illness was finally cured.

Golden light engulfed the purple aura, and finally, a sword pierced through Zhou Zhiren's brow.

The man in the purple robe fell backward, and the mountain rocks and cliffs beneath his back shattered completely, causing the entire small mountain to collapse at that moment.

Smoke and dust billowed, covering it.

……

……

Beyond the Sword Forest, a sea of ​​fire rages!
The two powerful demons were locked in a fierce battle, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Zhu Yan unleashed a military calamity, multiplying into hundreds, charging left and right through the sea of ​​fire.

The mirror keeps flapping its iron wings.

These white-haired apes were extremely bloodthirsty and would pounce on him at the first opportunity. In a different battlefield, the best strategy would be to maneuver and fight them at this moment. Unfortunately, he could not retreat now. This sea of ​​fire technique, seemingly an attack, was actually a way to defend his territory. After Zhao Tongtian's defeat, the sword forest lost its last barrier. Once he withdrew from the "sea of ​​fire," the sword forest would soon fall.

So the Vermilion Bird kept adding fuel to the fire, almost exhausting all its demonic power, in order to annihilate all the war monkeys that Zhu Yan had unleashed!

If this battle only involved two Yang Gods fighting, that would be much easier...

It's nothing more than a power struggle!
But the surrounding area was still densely packed with large Chu treasure ships.

The first batch of Imperial City Guard cultivators to rush into the battlefield were almost completely wiped out by the sea of ​​fire. The remaining ones immediately returned to the treasure ship, formed a formation, and began to shoot at the Vermilion Bird in the sky. Countless fine arrows were thrown down... These low-level magic weapon attacks were originally unable to harm the Yang God Realm demon, but the delicate balance of the struggle between Ci Jing and Zhu Yan was broken.

"Hooray!"

After fighting for more than ten rounds, the Vermilion Bird Demon roared to the sky.

His Dao Domain was pulled away by Zhu Yan, revealing a flaw. After a barrage of arrows, his demonic back was immediately covered with fine arrowheads that were "painless and itch-free," numbering nearly a hundred.

With a slight tremor of its iron wings, the arrowheads were sent flying backward.

But a white ape burst into the sky from the sea of ​​fire!

Zhu Yan himself jumped onto Ci Jing's back and threw a punch, like a drumbeat, which slammed heavily onto Zhu Que's spine... Compared to the previous volley of arrows, this punch was the real "fatal wound"!
A mournful cry.

Ci Jing swayed and fell from the sky, almost crashing to the ground. Tie Yi adjusted his direction and skimmed past the ground, trying to shake Zhu Yan off.

"kill!"

The white-haired ape, draped in a black robe, looked ferocious and was nearly thrown off balance. He gripped the Vermilion Bird Feather tightly, flipped himself back onto it, and prepared to unleash his second punch.

At this moment.

The sounds of fighting echoed through the forest of swords!

Suddenly, the cave opened, and streaks of sword light shot out from it.

Si Qi and Qi Lie, leading the disciples of the Great Sui Sword Palace, actually abandoned their retreat and took the initiative to fight!

"...?!"

Zhu Yan frowned.

He didn't care about these people.

For some reason, after the Sword Forest Cave opened on its own, a sense of unease suddenly welled up in his heart.

hum!
The moment this uneasy thought arose, a sword's cry rang out from the distant forest.

Zhu Yan's pupils contracted.

A golden thread appeared, arriving before Zhu Yan almost instantly, piercing through the heavens and earth.

(End of this chapter)