Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 365: Xie's Tragedy, Holding the Way of Heaven
At the foot of Cuiyun Peak, beside Green Water Lake.
"Who's winning?"
"Who won?"
Everyone was still immersed in the earth-shattering scene before, and couldn't wait to know the result.
But just as they were looking forward to it, two figures were suddenly sent down and thrown down.
That was Guo Ding, the "Iron Sword of Songyang", and Xue Qingbi, the "Sword of Flying Snow", all falling down along with their swords.
Gongsun Da Niang's heart suddenly tightened, and she hurried across the lake to help save people.
But someone had already taken a step ahead of her, soaring into the sky like a bird at an extremely fast speed, and rescued the two of them.
The one who took action was Qiu Shuiqing.
Guo Ding was awake, and Xue Qingbi was also startled awake, but before they could elaborate on the changes on the top of the mountain, bursts of exclamations suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.
Especially the swordsmen in the martial arts world, at this time, at this moment, their expressions all changed.
bass!
bass!
bass!
…
The swords, as if being pulled, all came out of their sheaths at the same moment, flew down and landed in front of everyone amid exclamations.
The sound of swords rose and fell, and the sword light penetrated the snow curtain. Although the sword had no owner, the sword energy was already across the sky.
More than a hundred long swords and sharp weapons are now stuck in the ground, making noises for no reason, as if they are about to break through the air and fly away, shocking the world.
The group of people looked at each other in shock, but just as they tried to get their swords back, the swords on the ground clanged and flew up into the air one by one, flying over the lake. In the eyes of everyone who looked at them in disbelief, they all fell towards the stone steps leading to the Excalibur Villa, with the tips of the swords pointing in the same direction.
The sound of swords has died down, the world is quiet, and the mountains are silent.
In the darkness, it seemed as if an indescribable energy was passing through the earth.
Everyone fell silent involuntarily, feeling an unprecedented sense of oppression.
The desolate world became even more desolate.
But above the top, there was a faint divine aura that suddenly appeared, showing an unparalleled sharpness, like the sun rising in the sky, shocking the past and present.
"ah!"
"Could this extremely powerful sword energy be from the Third Young Master?"
"Xie Xiaofeng!"
"The King of Swords, his reputation is well-deserved."
"It seems that Xie Longteng must have been defeated."
…
By the Green Water Lake, a group of people dressed in white mourning clothes walked out.
These people included men and women, young and old, all holding swords in their hands, and carrying a coffin in the middle. They all had expressionless faces and were as cold as ice. Only when they looked towards the top did their eyes show different colors.
"Ah, it's the Xie family!"
Especially when they saw a few-year-old child holding a dagger with murderous eyes, everyone was frightened.
This battle is also a battle of life and death for the Xie family.
If Xie Xiaofeng loses, then Shenjian Villa will never have a chance to rise again.
However, at the same time these people appeared, among the spectators, suddenly one hundred or eighty vigorous and powerful heroes appeared and attacked at the same time.
These people's methods are also extremely brutal. They not only have firearms from the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, but also hidden weapons from the Tang Clan and killing weapons forged by the Peacock Villa.
No one expected that at this time and in this place, someone would actually dare to attack the Xie family, and be so ruthless and determined to kill them all.
There were hardly any screams, and all the Xie clan members who had just appeared fell down like grass being mowed.
The others had already been frightened and retreated several feet, their faces pale, all because those hidden weapons were extremely poisonous and had no antidote. They would kill anyone who was hit instantly.
Suddenly, countless people from the Tianxia Alliance appeared from the dark in all directions, their eyes full of murderous intent.
"Who ordered you to do this?"
This matter could never have been ordered by Li Muchan, and he would not bother to do it.
Unexpectedly, a few people suddenly emerged from among those heroes.
"I am Xie Yu."
"I am Xie Fang."
"I'm Xie Yun."
…
When everyone heard these names, they were all dumbfounded. It turned out that these people were also members of the Xie family, and they were all young people.
Someone on the ground wasn't completely dead yet, their eyes bloodshot. While breathing heavily, they were still cursing viciously, "You... bastards who have abandoned your ancestors..."
"Why? Who told you to do this?" someone else roared unwillingly.
Looking at these elders, women and children, someone said calmly, "It's the Second Young Master."
"Xie Longteng?" The Xie family elder wailed, "That bastard! The Xie family... was ultimately destroyed by him..."
The leading young man said with a complicated expression, "Second Young Master said that only when you die can Third Young Master become a true Sword God, and only then can the Xie family rise. Furthermore, he knew you would definitely arrive, so he kept us waiting here for a long time, just to eliminate you and prevent future troubles."
All the heroes in the martial arts world shook their heads and sighed when they witnessed the tragedy of brothers fighting each other and the same clan killing each other.
The Divine Sword Villa, which was once famous throughout the world and intimidated all directions, never expected to end up like this.
Long Xiaoyun saw this and couldn't help but sigh.
Xie Wangsun is cruel enough, but Xie Longteng is even more ruthless.
The former wanted to tie Xie Xiaofeng down by using the life and death of the Xie family, while the latter simply killed all the members of the Xie family to break the shackles.
Compared with Xie Wangsun, Xie Longteng is undoubtedly more far-sighted, because as long as Xie Xiaofeng is alive, the Xie family will never disappear.
Xie Xiaofeng couldn't make a decision, but Xie Longteng could. He was willing to sacrifice his life and get his hands stained with blood.
Between hatred and resentment, this man ultimately chose his brother.
Witnessing all this, a hint of fatigue suddenly appeared in Long Xiaoyun's eyes. He seemed to be tired of this world.
All the ambitions for fame and fortune will ultimately be nothing but an empty dream.
He turned and left, leaving Cuiyun Peak and this world.
Amid the exclamations, without waiting for the Tianxia Alliance to take action, the young men of the Xie family suddenly all fell down with their faces turning blue.
Since they have to break the shackles for Xie Xiaofeng, they cannot live either. They cannot continue to live with the blood of their tribesmen on their hands. It is obvious that they have all taken poison.
"Why bother?"
Sikong Wuming and his friends also saw this scene.
For them, it is really incomprehensible what could have happened in the world that could lead to the sacrifice of so many people, including brothers and sisters, relatives, friends and elders.
Taoist Gu seemed to have experienced this before, and said in a deep voice, "It's too tiring."
It's really tiring.
All the clan members live for one person. This is not only unfair to that one person, but also to everyone else.
Soon, a cold wind blew past, frost and snow flew, and the corpses on the ground and the coffin disappeared.
And what is the situation at the top of the mountain where the battle is not yet over?
…
At the top of Cuiyun Peak, the snow has stopped, but the wind has not yet dissipated.
Xie Xiaofeng looked up to the sky and broke the sword, leaving his hands empty, and finally without a sword in his hand.
"ah……"
He seemed to be sighing, or howling, and a long cry came from his throat, and then he clenched his hands towards the sky.
This grip was as if grasping the wind, grasping the snow, grasping all things in the world, grasping the sun, moon and stars.
Frost and snow are swords, and the sword's power reaches the sky.
Yan Shisan's face showed emotion for the first time.
Seeing this familiar scene, Li Muchan gradually stopped smiling. His eyes were burning as he took a deep breath and whispered, "Hold the Heavenly Dao in your hands!!!"
