PFC Chapter 591 Soul Union
Chapter 591 Soul Union
The feeling of soul reunion made Mo Xue, no, now it should be Chu Ziyu, feel much more comfortable.
The injuries recovered a lot in an instant, and feeling the demonic power flowing through the body, he recovered about 30%.
(It’s been a long time since I last felt this way)
The silver flame chain suddenly made a crisp cracking sound.
He exhaled lightly and looked at the nine silver flame chains wrapped around his body.
These rune chains that should have imprisoned him now hung loosely on his body like decorations.
The end of the chain was still flickering with a silver flame, making his pale skin look almost transparent, and the burn marks on his collarbone looked like fallen plum blossoms painted with cinnabar.
The mask on his face was also slightly broken.
The silver flame from the broken chain had not yet dissipated when Chu Ziyu suddenly groaned and knelt on one knee.
"cough..."
The memories that I had originally learned were blended together again, and there was still a little discomfort.
A sweet and fishy taste rose in his throat. The pain of the memory fusion made his eyes go black, and a few strands of silver hair stuck to his forehead, which was oozing with cold sweat. Under the bronze mask, the pale lips were bitten and left a bloody mark.
The sound of the chain breaking startled everyone.
The sword tip of Immortal Xuanxiao was already three inches from his throat.
"Evil beast."
The sound was colder than the thousand-year-old black ice in the Far North. The sword energy wrapped around the Guhong Sword cut through the air, making a sharp hissing sound.
Chu Ziyu chuckled, pointed his toes, and his figure disappeared like smoke, then solidified three feet away.
He raised his hand to wipe away the bloody marks on his neck caused by the sword, and licked the scarlet fingertips with the tip of his tongue.
"What a fast sword, Immortal Venerable."
Before the final note falls, the thunder has arrived——
Lin Ci'an's Jingzhe sword came down with a thousand-foot-long lightning. Wherever the sword passed, the ground cracked into charred gullies.
There was tremendous hatred in the boy's eyes, but his sword moves were sharp and precise, aiming straight at Mo Xue's heart.
"Give my brother back to me!"
Chu Ziyu spun around to avoid the attack, and the remaining six tails spread out like a fan, blocking the attack.
The snow on the top of the mountain was stirred into thousands of waves by the sword energy.
Xuan Xiao's sword cut through the cold wind, and every ray of sword light carried the power to destroy mountains and break seas.
He saw the fur on Mo Xue's tail being shaved off, and the fluttering silver hair mixed with snow foam was dancing in the air - it looked very much like the hairband that was cut off by sword energy when Zi Yu practiced sword too hard during the winter training that year.
(If I had taught him some more sword techniques to protect himself...)
As soon as this thought came to mind, it was crushed by an even stronger rage.
Xuan Xiao's sword moves became more and more fierce, and the frosty blade reflected the scarlet bloodshot in his eyes.
The blood-colored barrier formed by Mo Xue was shattered layer by layer under the sword, just like the jade-like figure that had appeared for three hundred years, which finally turned into a sky full of light spots in front of his eyes.
"Take your life!"
At the moment when the jade crown was lifted up by the sword tip, Xuan Xiao vaguely saw his disciple with his hair tied up.
(How come their body shapes are so similar.)
(Why didn’t you notice the unusual movement of the Demon Locking Tower?)
(Why leave him alone in the sect?)
Regret turned into a more violent sword energy, and Xuan Xiao's white hair danced wildly in the strong wind.
The sword tip grazed Mo Xue's throat several times. If Chu Ziyu had not dodged instinctively, he would have been stabbed into a sieve.
Mo Xue staggered back.
When a sharp sword energy brushed past his cheek, Chu Ziyu heard a slight "click" sound.
The left side of the bronze mask cracked into spider-web-like patterns, and fragments fell down.
Xuan Xiao's sword-holding hand trembled slightly, but the sword's power became even more ruthless.
“Master!”
Lin Ci'an's shout came from a distance.
Xuan Xiao seemed not to hear.
His sword moves began to go against the Tianxuan Sect's instruction to "leave a way out", and each move went straight to the vital point.
The blood splattered on the snow reminded him of Zi Yu's childhood. When the child hunted a snow rabbit for the first time, he also stood helplessly in a pool of blood.
(My disciples...)
(Even the bones...)