Infinite true path

The long sword carried a white light that was unstable but still as blazing as the sun pierced into the soft and delicate body, followed by a large amount of blood that continued to spill, making De Huanyin's heart suddenly jump. Tightened up.

The beautiful woman floated in the air, quietly staying where she was. Even if she was stabbed by a long sword, she did not take a step back. And Huan Yin could feel that the woman had not activated much defensive power from the beginning to the end, so the severity of the injuries she suffered at this moment was unimaginable. As for the severity of the pain, even Huan Yin was shocked when he thought about it, because it was not only stinging, but also burning pain.

If Huan Yin's attack had not been planned to reduce a lot of power, and if Ruan Shushu had not had a slight layer of protection outside her body, I am afraid that Ruan Shushu would have been killed by Huan Yin on the spot. Because the seemingly powerful Da Guang Bai Liancheng turned out to be just a bluff, and Ruan Shushu did not use any of its power to fight against Huan Yin.

At this moment, the woman still had a smile on her face, and her whole person was still calm, just like before. However, her face was as pale as paper, and her smile looked a little unnatural due to the strong sting. Also, her snow-like dress was now dyed red in large areas. Although it was still beautiful, it looked a bit more sad.

After the panic, a burst of intolerance followed. Huan Yin suddenly realized that he seemed to admire the woman in front of him very much, so after stabbing her with his own hands, he felt endless regret in his heart. Then, Huan Yin's heart completely sank to the bottom. Because he felt as if his sword had pierced the heart of every old man in Shura City, taking away their life.

The emotions are complicated, and there are thousands of words in my heart that I want to say to the woman in front of me. But in the end, it all boils down to one simple question: "Why?"

Huan Yin's voice was slightly hoarse, as if asking this question required all his life's energy.

Unfortunately, there is no answer to this question. The woman opposite just smiled again, and then the big light around them understood that Liancheng finally lost the support of spiritual power and collapsed in the air. And the figures of the two men were finally revealed to the eyes of all the monks watching the battle.

One male and one female. The man held a long sword and stabbed the opponent in the heart, but there was no joy of victory on his face, only confusion and panic. The woman floated quietly. Although she was seriously injured, and even the wounds were burnt black due to the strong heat, her face was as calm as water, even smiling slightly, as if she was the winner of this battle.

What exactly is victory? Since when did the loss of being defeated by the opponent become a win in the hearts of the two of them?

No one noticed all this, and no one even cared about the strange expressions on their faces at this moment. All the monks below saw was only the result of the fight, only the sword and the bright red blood.

"Admit defeat!" Below, the leader of the Shura Sect was shaken all over. He flew up desperately towards Ruan Shushu. The moment she reached Ruan Shushu's side, she pushed with one hand, and a shock force forced Huan Yin away. Then, she compassionately supported the strongest disciple among her younger generation, who was also the saint in the sect, and shouted out the two words just now.

"Hahahahaha!" On the ground, Duan Tianchang laughed wildly, and the arrogance and domineering meaning contained in it were obvious to the extreme. Then, he ignored the resentful looks coming from the disciples of the Shura Sect and shouted: "Asura Sect, since our Wuliang Sect has defeated two of the three in today's battle, the mine belongs to us!"

All the disciples of Shura Sect were silent, and even the leader was silent. Then, under the joking eyes of all the Wuliang disciples, a group of Shura Cult disciples flew up from the side of the salt lake and sped away with Ruan Shushu, who was already injured and unconscious.

Next, countless kind words began to pour towards Huan Yin. Such as, "As expected of the most powerful young man in Yangzhou", "As expected of my Wuliang Sect's greatest hope for the future", "Senior Brother Huan is truly the hero of my sect" and so on.

These words from the disciples of Wuliang Sect who were watching the battle below, and even from Duan Tianchang's mouth, all contained undisguised joy and excitement. Obviously, they had coveted the mine for a long time, and now they finally got it. The excitement in their hearts was self-evident, and Huan Yin became their hero.

However, in their excitement and excitement, they did not notice that the "hero" on their side was not happy at all at this moment. He just remained standing in the air, as if he didn't want to merge with the crowd below. And his eyes were always staring into the distance, as if he wanted to see through thousands of miles to find the figure of the woman he had hurt...

In the next three days, the entire Wuliangmen Yongzhou branch fell into a joyful atmosphere. There was a big banquet in the sect and a grand celebration, and all the disciples of the Yongzhou branch of the Wuliang sect were able to be as arrogant as they wanted without restraint during these three days.

Of course, as the head of the Yongzhou branch, Duan Tianchang naturally did not forget to pass the good news back to the Yangzhou sect, nor did he forget to ask for credit for Huan Yin, the first hero of this battle, nor did he forget to send people to occupy the area that finally belonged to Mine on my own side.

However, unlike the joy of the entire Wuliangmen Yongzhou branch, Huan Yin had not stepped out of his room for the past three days. He found an excuse and locked himself up, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone.

He knew very well what his victory represented, so it was impossible for him to be excited or happy. He only felt that the celebrations of the past few days were an insult to the right path and a kind of blasphemy.

For three days, Huan Yin had been in the house dejectedly, sometimes his mind went blank, and sometimes he would think of that beautiful white figure. But every time the white figure appeared, the scene of him piercing it with his sword would also appear, making him feel dizzy and his heart hurt.

"Her name is Ruan Shushu..." This sentence was the most frequent and only sentence Huan Yin said in the past three days.

Before this, the word "Ruan Shushu" had never appeared in Huan Yin's mouth. In the past three days, these three words have become the only words in his mouth.

Until three days passed, at a certain moment, Huan Yin, with his hair disheveled and his whole body in a state of embarrassment, suddenly seemed to think of something. So, he suddenly raised his head and said to himself: "There are still three days, and in three days it will be my wedding. Before that, I have to go find her and ask her why."

After saying this, Huan Yin suddenly became energetic, so he stood up, walked to the door in a few steps, and pushed the door open.

After passing through the lively interior of the sect and passing by his fellow sect members who were already extremely happy, Huan Yin finally flew up from outside the sect and flew towards Shura City without hesitation.

Soon after, when Huan Yin arrived in front of Shura City, something beyond his expectation was that Ruan Shushu, still dressed in a white dress and with a charming smile on her face, was already standing at the gate of the city waiting for him.

At this moment, Ruan Shushu showed the look of a serious injury that had not yet recovered, and there was still not much blood on her beautiful face. However, she was always the most beautiful person Huan Yin had ever seen.

The two did not enter the city, but at Ruan Shushu's request, Huan Yin accompanied her to a salt lake near Shura City. The two of them were walking beside the salt lake, both dressed in white, and their silhouettes met each other.

Huan Yin felt that he had a lot to say and ask Ruan Shushu. However, when he actually walked with Ruan Shushu, he felt inexplicably nervous and didn't know what to say.

However, after the two of them walked for a while, he finally couldn't help but speak and said what he said.

Huan Yin asked Ruan Shushu why and asked many questions. However, Ruan Shushu looked calm at this moment, walking quietly alongside Huan Yin, but did not answer any of Huan Yin's questions.

It was as if the beautiful woman was just enjoying walking side by side with Huan Yin at this moment, nothing else.

In the end, Huan Yin's thousands of words were blocked by the gentle smile and tranquility of the peaceful woman. As a result, he also fell into silence, but his heart still couldn't calm down at all.

The two of them just walked along the huge salt lake. Their figures were reflected on the mirror-like white salt lake, looking dreamy and beautiful.

Until an unknown moment, Ruan Shushu, who had never spoken, finally stopped. So Huan Yin also stopped.

The woman paused for a moment, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and turned around, letting her dress draw a beautiful arc beside the salt lake. She said: "You feel you owe me, don't you?"

Without any hesitation, Huan Yin nodded.

"You feel you owe the people of Yongzhou, don't you?" A playful smile gradually appeared on Ruan Shushu's face, like a beautiful elf, and she spoke again.

Ruan Shushu is the most fascinating woman Huan Yi has ever seen in his life. His eyes were a little dazed, and he nodded again.

Ruan Shushu nodded again when she saw Huan Yin, a child-like cunning suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she said: "What you owe us is a spiritual stone mine, so you will give us a spiritual stone mine in return, okay?"