After Teng Yining passed out, the snowstorm temporarily stopped because Yan Guming walked out of the hall.

He stood on the high steps and stared at Yu Shiqi with sympathetic eyes.

"Do you want to take revenge on me?"

Yu Shiqi held the sword without saying a word. He was still fighting against the secret spell on his body. The mental impact of this attack was stronger than before.

Every time he breaks his oath, the secret spell will be strengthened. This is the third time he has picked up the sword in just two days.

Yan Guming waved to the top, and the Xiling Immortal Lotus hanging in the air slowly fell in front of him, and knelt down to him expressionlessly.

Yu Shiqi felt sick in her heart when she saw him reaching out and caressing that alluring face wantonly.

"Song Jiuhe only knew how to create crazy warriors who were invincible with steel and iron bones, but he never perfected the method of driving them. If he could see this scene with his own eyes, he would definitely smile."

"Shut up. Song Jiuhe... is also a person who has the ideal of serving the country, but he has taken a wrong path." Yu Shiqi stretched out his sword and pointed at him, "Why is this medicine called the blood of martial arts?

How could someone like you understand..."

"I really don't know why this medicine is called the blood of martial arts." Yan Guming shook his head, but his eyes immediately shone: "I don't understand Song Jiuhe's ideals, what does this have to do with me? The world.

There are so many thousands of people out there, who can understand my ideal?"

"madman."

"Yes, then Song Jiuhe is not a madman? Do you think you understand his ideals? How is that possible?" Yan Guming sneered, "You live in an era without Song Jiuhe, how little do you know about him?

Is it close to historical reality?”

Yu Shiqi gritted his teeth and said nothing. He felt that the hilt of the sword in his hand was as hot as burning wrought iron, and the tingling sensation in his palm became more and more intense.

"Let me ask you one last time, who are you? Sword in the Cloud?"

"Tongfengmen...Yu Yanzhi."

"So there is no enmity between us, you are just angry that I killed that girl from the Spirit Tribe?" Yan Guming found it funny, "Do you want to know the reason why I did these things?"

"I'm not interested..." He said coldly, but his knees bent involuntarily and he knelt down.

The goddess was stretching her fingers towards him, and some powerful secret technique exerted a huge force on him, forcing him to kneel down.

"Whether you are interested or not, now it seems that you have to kneel down and listen to everything I say." Yan Guming smiled while stroking his hands, "I will make the snowfall come earlier this year than in previous years, and soon heavy snow will cover the entire Western Wilderness.

, the snow on Kunlun will be the thickest ever."

Yu Shiqi held the sword with both hands and inserted the sword into the ground in front of him. Only in this way could he avoid himself from kneeling to a prostrate and kowtow posture.

"Then I will trigger an avalanche that is enough to swallow up half of Xiliang Province." Yan Guming reached out and pointed in the void casually, "Jingrong City is of course no exception, and hundreds of miles of land will be buried under the ice and snow.

Don't worry, this is my purpose, and the next step is the reason."

He seemed a little tired from standing, so he sat on the floor on the steps, looking down casually at Yu Shiqi below who was struggling to resist the dual pressure of secret spells and secret techniques, and sighed.

"Back then, I followed a traveling medical practitioner from the Western Wilderness. When I first came to Jingrong, I was a little younger than you. My teacher had more than just me as a disciple. There were six of us brothers and sisters." Yan Guming talked about the past.

, his expression became a little human, and the madness on his face faded slightly, replaced by a sense of the vicissitudes of life.

"The teacher took us to Jingrong and was invited to see a doctor for the wife of a powerful family. In fact, the lady herself was suffering from an incurable disease. With my teacher's ability, I could only treat her with all her remaining strength.

It’s just a matter of suffering less pain for more days.”

"However, when my teacher explained the matter to the other party, we immediately faced endless pain and torture. In the two months before that lady died, I witnessed with my own eyes how my classmate was cruelly treated

The one who tortured and killed. That powerful man threatened my teacher,

If he can't cure that lady's illness, all his disciples will die." Yan Guming showed a sarcastic smile, "Later I found out that in order to save his wife, the powerful man not only invited my

The teacher came to treat me and also found the witch from the Western Wilderness."

"The witch quietly told him that if the medicinal stone didn't work, he had no choice but to turn to the gods for help. However, asking for help from the gods comes at a cost, so the witch believed in not the Queen Mother of the West, but some evil god."

"Of course, my classmates have all become what the witches call blood sacrifices to the evil god." Yan Guming looked at Yu Shiqi sadly and asked: "Look at the people close to you and the people you care about, one by one.

Do you know what it feels like to die in front of yourself?"

Yu Shiqi stared at him. He didn't know whether the story Yan Guming told was true or false, but if it was true, he would also feel sad.

"You are not from Xihuang, are you? You have only known each other for a few days with that girl from the Spirit Tribe?"

He had indeed just met Feng Huanjing not long ago, Yu Shiqi thought in his heart.

"You hate me so much even when someone you have known for a short time dies in front of you, so you must be able to understand the hatred in my heart, right?" Yan Guming said, "The pain and resentment I felt back then are all gone.

Far above you!"

"What does that have to do with Jingrong City and half of the people in Xiliang Prefecture!" Yu Shiqi shouted, "What does it have to do with those innocent people you killed along the way? Go find your enemies.

Repay injustice when there is injustice, and revenge when there is hatred!"

"Then what does the life and death of that lady have to do with my teacher and my classmates?" Yan Guming seemed to be in a daze, and asked in pain with his eyes wide open, "There has never been a shortage of innocent deaths in this world.

People! After so many years, where can I go to find that witch and that powerful man? Only by destroying half of Xiliang Prefecture and Jingrong City can I avenge my fellow sect!"

He was really crazy. Yu Shiqi understood that the resentment in his heart and the painful memories of the past for so many years had already turned into the most incurable poison. The poison infected his whole body over time and eventually turned him into a

A vengeful ghost.

"Yunzhongjian, who claims to be a righteous law enforcer in the world, why didn't they come to save my fellow disciples and my teacher back then? What a pity, the justice they have is not the same as my justice."

"I want to stop you." Yu Shiqi said, "I have no regrets after listening to your story. I sympathize with the young man studying medicine in your story... But I can't forgive you now. Yan Guming, I want to stop you.

you."

"What?" Yan Guming felt for a moment that he had heard wrong. He smiled at Yu Shiqi: "You? Want to stop me? Just because you can't even hold a sword or stand up?"

Yu Shiqi slowly closed his eyes, feeling the burning pain caused by the sword hilt on his palm, and said: "I know that only a miracle can prevent you from continuing to make mistakes. You must have made it this far.

I have been planning for a long time, but planning...is afraid of changes."

Yan Guming's expression changed slightly, and he murmured and repeated his words: "Planning is most afraid of variables... Yes, in my plan, you shouldn't appear here."

"There is also this sword, as well as the will of the successive Dawn Sect masters who have held this sword." Yu Shiqi prayed: "If the seniors can feel my sincerity, allow me to truly use this sword."

The power of the sword, even if it’s only for a moment, even if it costs a huge price, I’m willing to do it.”

Yan Guming looked at the long black sword inserted in front of Yu Shiqi in disbelief. When he saw that the sword started to glow, and one after another light golden circular patterns gradually appeared on the sword, his heart was finally no longer calm and peaceful.

.

"Kill him."

Following Yan Guming's command, Xiling Xianhe, who had been silently kneeling beside him, used her secret technique to condense two long swords of ice and snow. She stretched out her jade arms, and the two swords left her hands and shot at Yu Shiqi.

But Yan Guming did not see the scene of Yu Shiqi's blood splattering on the spot as he wished. The two swords of ice and snow began to melt rapidly when they were within fifteen steps of Yu Shiqi, and finally turned into soft snow.

Yu Shiqi pulled out the cold front and stood up straight, no longer restricted by the secret spell. His wind and thunder sword energy reached its peak at this moment.

"How could...how could you stand up?" Yan Guming found it unbelievable. He clearly did not order the goddess to unlock the secret technique that forced Yu Shiqi to kneel down.

"Spirit Control: The Source of Ten Thousand Dharmas, can break all the secret spells and spells in the world." Yu Shiqi's left index finger and middle finger moved together across the blade of the Weiyin Sword, stopping on one of the golden circular patterns.

above.

The seven inherited ancient swords of the Desolate Sect were all made from the same furnace of molten iron. Initially, each sword only corresponded to one kind of spirit-controlling technique. However, with the different characteristics and uses of each generation of sect masters, gradually began to appear among the ancient swords.

Situations in which spiritual arts manifest themselves to each other.

Before this, most people had been able to make three different spirit-controlling techniques appear on the same ancient sword. But now, the sword in Yu Shiqi's hand has seven different spirit-controlling prints, corresponding to the famous

They are the source of all dharma, the cloud body and the wind body, the flash of the spiritual blade, the mirror of heaven and man, the indestructible diamond, the formless form of the hunyuan and the seven kinds of spirit control skills.

"What is the principle of this? Even if you are a leader of the Desolate Sect, your mortal body cannot withstand a level of spirit control for too long. How can you..." Yan Guming is not ignorant of the Desolate Sect.

On the contrary, he knew this opponent very well, but the Yu Shiqi in front of him was beyond his inherent knowledge.

"I don't know either," Yu Shiqi walked forward with his sword in hand, "I only know that I can finally do what I want to do."

"This is impossible..." Yan Guming lost his voice and said, "Kill him quickly!"

Xiling Xianhe attacked Yu Qiyi with her palm, but her gesture automatically stopped after approaching Yu Qiyi.

Her frosty expression showed countless contradictory and painful twists in just a short moment, and finally she spat out three difficult words: "Kill...kill...me..."

"Is even the control of the medicine affected? The art of controlling spirits... Damn the art of controlling spirits." Yan Guming said angrily.

"Senior Goddess, I will free you right now." Yu Shiqi remembered what Teng Yining once said and aimed at Xiling Xianhe's heart.
Chapter completed!