Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 702

[Chapter seven hundred and second drink happily]

“you failed.”

The golden dragon mask’s tone was cold.

Hu Hanxie gritted his teeth: “I really didn’t expect that besides Shen Zhenyi, there would be a master among them. We want to take the shot before the others, and we haven’t figured out the truth… and we can’t play all the cards…”

He explained with difficulty.

“And yet you failed.”

The Golden Dragon Mask didn’t want to hear explanations at all.

“The Nineteenth Prince also returned home with a feather in the hands of Shen Zhenyi.”

“The failure of others is not your excuse.”

Hu Hanxie was speechless, he knew that this time he lost his manpower in vain, and it made people laugh.

But… even if others play, he doesn’t believe that he can do better than himself. Who would have guessed that the little-known swordsman who looked sick to death would be able to use Qianlong Wuyou, one of the nine secret swords, to such a level.

Where did this guy come from?

He could only bow his head and grit his teeth.

The royal family has lost this face, and they always have to fight back!

Hu Hanxie looked into the depths of darkness.

Broken temple.

Yuanshan wiped his sword, the body of the sword was like a flame, and under the moonlight, it was as bright as a clear spring.

There were faint bloodstains on the sword’s edge, as if the surrounding three feet were filled with the smell of blood. During this day, I don’t know how many dead souls were taken away under the sword.

Murder is heavier.

Death is getting heavier.

He coughed softly, hunched his back, but his eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky.

“I think his illness seems to be much better.”

Chu Huoluo looked at him not far away, a little suspicious.

After the war, Yi Yuanshan’s weak physique should have gotten worse, but his cough actually eased.

Does killing have a healing effect?

Shen Zhenyi was silent.

His eyes stayed on the winding sword, and he frowned slightly.

Everyone has their own destiny. Even if they have the ability to forcibly change their destiny, how can people who know it and embark on their own destiny will be willing to accept this kind of change?

Sometimes, the road is chosen by oneself.

Young Master Shen can change the world, but not people’s hearts.

He already knew this.

This night is doomed to sleepless.

Yuanshan finally finished wiping the sword, and casually turned the strange sword that had killed countless numbers behind his back, raised his head, and smiled, revealing his white teeth: “You, does anyone want to drink a glass of wine?”

He was speaking to Shen Zhenyi.

Of course, Shen Zhenyi was the only man present. Although Yuanshan would not discriminate against girls, he still felt that it was more appropriate to find a man for drinking.

“good.”

Third Young Master Shen will not drink with others casually, but what is the harm in drinking with a hero once?

He didn’t ask where the wine was, was it good or not?

Yuanshan laughed loudly, stretched out his palm to pat the ground, and heard a muffled sound, the ground cracked, revealing a dark wine cellar. Several mud-sealed jars were scattered, and the aroma of the wine could be faintly smelled.

“Where did this Tibetan wine come from?”

Chu Huoruo was dumbfounded.

This dilapidated temple is deserted, and even the incense has been off for a long time. Who would store wine in such a place? Could it be that the original temple blessings were left behind before the fall? I don’t know how long it has been, I dare not drink it!

“I hid it.”

Yuanshan was beaming with pride and seemed satisfied with everyone’s surprising reaction.

“Why are you hiding wine here?” Chu Huoluo was even more surprised.

-Is this your former residence?

Impossible! There is no shop in front of the village and no shop in the back, who would live in such a place?

Yuanshan picked up a jar of wine, opened the mud seal, and wanted to take a sip first, but after thinking about it, he wiped the mouth of the jar with his sleeve, and handed it to Shen Zhenyi first.

Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly, took out an amber luminous bowl from somewhere, tapped his finger, a transparent liquor flew out of the jar, and fell into the bowl like a dragon, and slowly poured half a bowl of wine.

The aroma is refreshing.

“enough.”

With a swipe of his finger, he cut off the wine line, picked up the amber bowl, and raised his glass to Yuanshan from afar.

Yuanshan laughed, shook the wine jar, and the two drank each other.

Shen Zhenyi only took a few sips, but Yuanshan drank all the wine from the jar, and then threw the jar away and shouted, “Happy!”

He was so arrogant and arrogant that there was still the slightest miserable appearance of a tuberculosis ghost.

“Hey!”

Chu Huoluo was puzzled, and asked again: “What about you! Why are you hiding wine here?”

“In the place of burial, always drink a few more glasses.”

Yuanshan blindfolded his eyes and said with a smile: “I have walked this road thousands of times, and I have calculated thousands of times what kind of sniping I will encounter. With my swordsmanship, I can go anywhere. This ruined temple, just It’s the limit.”

“What’s the meaning?”

Chu Huoluo was shocked and didn’t understand what the young man was talking about.

Yuanshan opened the second jar of wine, looked back at Xuan Ye, who was still sleeping, took a sip, and then sighed: “My whole life, I was only born to escort the Xuan family’s blood back to my hometown, and I always wanted to. If I do this well, then of course I will get to know the road from Xuan’s house to the icefield. I will go back and forth on this road when I have nothing to do. Now I count it, not a thousand times, but 800 times… ”

Princess Long and others are all at a loss. Is there anyone else who was born for this purpose?

They looked at Shen Zhenyi inquiringly, and Master would always know the answer.

However, Shen Zhenyi just sighed softly.

Only Yuanshan muttered to himself.

“…At the beginning, my swordsmanship was not strong. I’m afraid that once someone came, I would have to run away, and I would not be able to escape a hundred miles away.”

“Afterwards, my cultivation became higher and higher, and it was calculated that it would not be too difficult to die for thousands of miles, but no matter what, I couldn’t escape half of the journey.”

“I thought that as long as my swordsmanship kept getting stronger, I would be able to beat everyone, but I didn’t know that manpower was sometimes poor, and swordsmanship has its limits. , and it can only get me so far.”

“Unless… give my life.”

His expression was mournful, yet decisive and heroic.

Human aptitude cannot be broken through.

But with hard work, it is possible to break through.

In the true sense–

–spell! Life!

In today’s battle, Xianyuan Mountain, the sick sword, must be famous all over the world, but who can imagine how his swordsmanship was cultivated and what price he paid.

“I know that I can escort the blood of the Xuan family to escape, and I also know that I will die.”

After realizing this reality, it will not be so difficult to accept.

Anyway, when Grandpa Xuan gave him the favor, he also planned to smash his body to pieces in return.

This is not the same result.

“Besides, I can’t get to the end.”

A master at the seventh level of the god-human realm can accurately know his physical condition.

He knew he was going to die on the way.

He knows his limits.

That being the case, of course he had to choose a place where there was wine to die.

Because of the cough, he has never had a happy drink in his life.

Before you die, you can have fun at least once.