AWB Chapter 297 Stabbed
Chapter 297 Stabbed
"To save you, Yan Ze discovered my existence and brought me into the Qingyun Sect, where I endured ten years of suffering. Mo Xuan, you deserve to die!"
Xie Wanxun snapped out of the soul-searching ordeal and grabbed Mo Xuan, her eyes blazing with fury.
Mo Xuan was having trouble breathing, but could only say with shame, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Ah!"
Xie Wanxun threw Mo Xuan aside abruptly, her legs went weak, and she almost fell to the ground.
"Sister, what's wrong?" Xie Wanning looked at Xie Wanxun with concern after waking up. She was about to go forward to help her when Xie Wanxun pushed her away.
Xie Wanxun didn't look back. She leaned on the pillar of the pavilion and left with difficulty.
"Wan Ning, don't come any closer. Luo Ze, come here."
Xie Wanxun flew away on her sword, leaving behind a bewildered Xie Wanning and Mo Xuan lying on the ground.
Just as Mo Xuan was about to get up, Xie Wan Ning stepped on his shoulder.
"Speak! What did you do to my sister?" Xie Wanning said coldly, increasing the pressure of her foot.
With a "crack!" Mo Xuan's arm broke.
"I didn't, I would never lay a hand on Wanxun. But, Xie Wanning, are you really going to do something to me?" Mo Xuan chuckled, his brows furrowing slightly as he gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with determination, and his entire body instantly enveloped in a murderous aura.
Xie Wanning suddenly retreated; the excessive killing intent had a corrosive effect on people.
However, the murderous aura instantly engulfed Mo Xuan, and his small figure disappeared into a cloud of black mist.
A moment later, the black mist dissipated, and a familiar figure appeared.
It was Si Jinchuan.
……
The Luo Ze sword flashed with a cold light and plunged into Xie Wanxun's shoulder.
Xie Wanxun pulled out the sword and stabbed it again.
Blood gushed from the wound, but her expression was indifferent, her eyes cold: "Is that enough? If so, get back."
She was surrounded by a thick aura of resentment, and three wisps of ghostly fire floated around her.
In my mind, all I could hear were the screams and struggles of ghosts.
Another sword pierced through her shoulder.
The pain made her frown slightly, but the voice in her mind faded away.
"It's really useless, it's no good." Xie Wanxun sighed and rubbed her forehead.
The Luo Ze sword was thrown aside, its blade trembling slightly, seemingly lost and drawing circles in place.
"I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about myself." Xie Wanxun closed her eyes, recalling the memory of seeing Mo Xuan just now, and couldn't help but feel a little irritated.
It's so unlike her that she lost control over something like that.
Suddenly, Luo Zejian quietly rubbed against Xie Wanxun's feet.
"What are you doing?" Xie Wanxun asked, puzzled. Seeing the bloodstains all over Luo Ze's sword, she waved her hand and said, "How big is the sword? If it's bloody, go wash it yourself. Don't bother me."
Luo Ze Sword could only drag its blade as it flew towards the river, feeling somewhat aggrieved: its master always cleaned the bloodstains from it and regularly polished and refined it. This female demon was truly heartless, summoning it from its master and then ignoring it completely.
"Wait a minute." Xie Wanxun suddenly shouted, and Luo Zejian stopped in place and flew towards Xie Wanxun's direction.
"Don't tell Wan Ning what just happened. Otherwise, I'll break you!" Xie Wanxun threatened.
Luo Zejian flew away quickly, washing the blood off the blade, and then slashed at the river.
Suddenly, Luo Zejian felt a shadow fall over his head, and Xie Wanxun reached out and grabbed it.
“I didn’t do anything,” Luo Zejian said, trembling.
Xie Wanxun's eyes darkened, and he said, "Wan Ning is in danger. I sense a murderous aura. Take me back immediately!"
The Luo Ze sword exuded a chilling aura, and Xie Wanxun swiftly flew back to Wangchuan Cliff on her sword.
bottom of the cliff.
Xie Wanning held the Phoenix Flame in her hand, while Si Jinchuan chuckled lightly, his murderous aura transforming into a blade that slashed towards Xie Wanning.
Si Jinchuan stomped his feet on the ground and charged towards Xie Wanning like a black meteor. He raised his long sword high, carrying immense force, and slashed down fiercely, like a giant axe splitting the heavens. The wind from the blade howled, stirring up sand and gravel from the ground.
Xie Wanning dodged with the agility of a ghost, simultaneously conjuring an ice sword in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, she thrust it towards Si Jinchuan's back. Sensing the attack from behind, Si Jinchuan twisted his waist, his longsword sweeping horizontally, forcing Xie Wanning to leap backward.
"Break the ice!"
Xie Wanning steadied herself, drew her sword incantation, and the ice sword shone with dazzling light. Countless sword energies shot out from the sword, like shooting stars, pouring towards Si Jinchuan.
Si Jinchuan's expression was solemn. He brandished his longsword, the blade light forming a barrier that blocked the sword energy. The sounds of clanging and clashing filled the air as sword energy collided with the blade light, sparks flying everywhere.
The blade's edge clashed with the longsword, unleashing a deafening roar. A powerful surge of spiritual energy emanated from the two figures, spreading outwards. Sand and stones flew through the air at the bottom of the cliff, boulders were shattered, and ancient trees were uprooted. When the light faded, the two figures reappeared, both slightly out of breath, but their eyes held an even stronger resolve.
"Si Jinchuan, why are you so determined to kill me?" Xie Wanning glared at Si Jinchuan.
Si Jinchuan remained silent, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and he slashed towards Xie Wanning.
"Clang!" Luo Zejian blocked the knife, and Xie Wanxun kicked Si Jinchuan hard.
"boom!"
Si Jinchuan crashed into the mountainside. A flash of cold light appeared, and Luo Ze Sword pinned him directly to the mountain.
"Why aren't you hiding anymore? Weren't you hiding so well before? You've really made me look for you." Xie Wanxun sneered, her eyes filled with hatred.
Si Jinchuan smiled helplessly, but Xie Wanxun instantly grabbed his neck.
"Laugh? Si Jinchuan, you really aren't afraid of death." Xie Wanxun's eyes turned cold, and she tightened her grip. She could hear the other person's heart pounding like thunder.
Si Jinchuan's face flushed red, but his eyes remained fixed on Xie Wanxun. He said, "Wanxun, don't you want to know how to defy the Heavenly Dao?"
"Do I still think I can trust you? You clearly promised me you wouldn't hurt Wan Ning, so who broke your promise now? Si Jinchuan, I shouldn't have trusted you," Xie Wanxun said resentfully.
“Then kill me,” Si Jinchuan said calmly.
“Just what I wanted.” Xie Wanxun smiled and drew the Luo Ze sword.
"thump!"
Si Jinchuan fell to the ground and struggled to get up, but Xie Wanxun pinned him against the mountainside with one hand.
The cold Luo Ze sword pierced his abdomen, just like the sword he had stabbed Xie Wanxun in his previous life.
The sword was drawn, and blood splattered everywhere.
The next sword strike pierced Si Jinchuan's heart. His pounding heart stopped beating.
Si Jinchuan's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of appreciation and pleasure flashing in them.
"Wanxun, this time you finally stabbed the right spot."
Xie Wanxun's lips twitched.
A flash of cold light, and the blade precisely met Si Jinchuan's throat. The next second, the blade made a light slash, like a gentle breeze, yet it brought fatal damage.
Warm blood spurted out in an arc, but Xie Wanxun didn't even blink. The crimson blood droplets splashed onto her cold face, slowly sliding down, leaving several shocking bloodstains on her expressionless face, contrasting with her deep and cold eyes, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.
"Boring."