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Chapter 347 The Young Singer's Journey 16

Wushuang's goal was to capture Wuxin, but if he couldn't, he was willing to let Wuxin die by his sword.

With this in mind, Wushuang showed no mercy whatsoever.

Back when he visited Meiren Village three times, he used four swords to force back the White-Haired Immortal of the Carefree Heavenly Realm.

Now, wielding five swords to deal with Wuxin, who is in the Free Realm and whose mind is out of control, the outcome is predictable.

So unsurprisingly, after Wuxin managed to block three of the five flying swords, he was directly pierced in the shoulder and abdomen by the remaining Cloud Shuttle and Azure Frost, respectively.

Especially the Frostweed Blade; the moment it pierced his abdomen, a chill quickly spread from the wound throughout his body, and even his internal energy was no match for it.

He fell heavily to the ground without thinking, as if all his strength had been completely drained in an instant.

He gave a bitter laugh, his heart filled with bitterness.

Unexpectedly, before he could hold a grand Buddhist ceremony for the old monk and see him one last time, he was about to die.

Perhaps, for him, such an ending is a kind of relief.

Perhaps, in another world, he will be able to reunite with his father and master again.

Moreover... if he dies, the last stain on his mother's record will be gone.

When people are extremely depressed, they often have extreme thoughts and act impulsively.

Just like Wuxin at this moment, he is not someone who speaks lightly of life and death, but at this moment he cannot control his thoughts and keeps thinking in the worst possible direction.

Wu Xin gave up trying to drive away the cold air with his internal energy, letting it run rampant in his body, gradually dissipating his body temperature until every inch of his skin became icy cold.

It's so cold!

It's so cold!

In a daze, Wuxin felt a figure fall in front of him.

In the pitch-black night, the man was still wearing a cap, the thin veil completely obscuring his face, making it impossible to see anything at all.

Only the faint scent of ink and paper wafted gently into his nose with each movement of the other person.

Is it that person?

Wuxin suddenly came to her senses.

Yup!

He still doesn't know who that person is.

I don't know what that person's purpose was.

Why tell him everything?

He knew nothing, how could he just die like that?

Unconsciously, her consciousness gradually blurred.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness completely, he heard a heavy sigh in his ear.

Immediately, a warm current flowed into his body, and in that instant, he felt as if he had returned to his mother's embrace, feeling so warm and at ease.

……

"Who are you?" Lu Yuzhai frowned, his eyes warily fixed on the figure that had suddenly appeared before him, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Even though Wuxin was already seriously injured, and they were about to complete their mission and bring Wuxin back to Wushuang City.

But at this crucial moment, a mysterious figure suddenly appeared, clearly with ill intentions.

Moreover, none of the thirty-odd people present noticed how this person had appeared.

Almost instantly, everyone's vision blurred, and suddenly a person appeared in front of them.

Clearly, this mysterious man's martial arts skills far surpassed theirs.

Could this person be a member of a demonic cult?

Lu Yuzhai was startled by his own guess, a chill ran through him, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

He subtly pulled Wushuang behind him.

Even though Wushuang's martial arts skills were superior to his, when faced with danger, he, as the senior brother, still subconsciously protected Wushuang behind him.

Whether he lives or dies is irrelevant, but Wushuang is the future hope of Wushuang City, and absolutely nothing can happen to him.

Xiao Yu channeled some true energy into Wuxin, dispelling the cold from his body. After confirming that Wuxin was alright, he turned to look at the people of Wushuang City and smiled slightly.

The five flying swords suspended in the air instantly broke free from Wushuang's control. Before Wushuang could even be surprised, the other seven flying swords still in the sword box also began to be pulled.

"Crack!"

The Peerless Sword Box opened on its own without its master's summons, revealing eight swords inside. Apart from the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, seven of the flying swords flew out and joined the previous five.

The twelve slender swords, including Cloud Shuttle, Azure Frost, Phoenix Flute, Red Leaf, Butterfly, Shadowless, Calamity Breaker, Killing Life, Jade Ruyi, Soft Finger, Azure, and Vast, circled around Xiao Yu in turn with joy and excitement, and finally obediently landed in front of him.

Xiao Yu's gaze swept over the twelve flying swords before him, finally settling on the Peerless Sword Box. Looking at the last longsword, entirely fiery red, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh, there's one more."

In this world, no one's sword intent can surpass his.

After all, he had practiced on immortals from beyond the realm.

It can be said that there is no sword in the world that he cannot wield.

"The Vermilion Bird of the Great Ming Dynasty," Xiao Yu called softly.

"Om-"

The Great Ming Vermilion Bird seemed to sense the summons, and its blade began to tremble uncontrollably, as if it were excited.

At this moment, Wushuang was still shocked that someone could manipulate the Wushuang Sword Box without using his true energy, but this shock changed drastically after sensing the unusual movement of the Great Ming Vermilion Bird.

It is common knowledge that the Peerless Sword Box is difficult to master, but few people know that the Great Ming Vermilion Bird is actually the easiest sword to obtain from the sword box.

This sword exudes an extremely fierce and murderous aura. Those with weak wills are easily controlled by it if they pick it up. Therefore, this sword also has another name—the Demon Sword.

As the current owner of the Peerless Sword Box, he was certainly aware of this, which is why he had never picked up the sword.

"No!"

Wushuang loudly stopped him.

At the very moment he spoke.

A clear phoenix cry resounded through the sky, and a long sword, its entire body fiery red, shot straight into the air, leaving behind a fiery red phoenix phantom that illuminated half of the night sky.

Everyone looked up in shock, staring blankly at the strange phenomenon before them.

The fiery red phantom made everyone appear as if they were in fire.

The Great Ming Dynasty's Vermilion Bird!

This is the second-ranked Vermilion Bird of the Ming Dynasty!

Everyone knows that the Great Ming Vermilion Bird is in the Peerless Sword Box, but since Ouyang Wushuang, for more than a hundred years, no one has opened the Peerless Sword Box, and naturally no one has seen the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, which is ranked second in the world.

Xiao Yu carefully examined the fiery red sword that had landed before him, then shook his head and commented, "Indeed, it's not as good as the Heavenly Slash!"

"Om-"

The famous sword seemed to possess a spirit. Upon hearing such praise, the great sword Zhuque shook its blade twice, revealing its sharp edge.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of red malevolent energy condensed on the sword and rushed towards Xiao Yu, as if the sword wanted to control him.

Xiao Yu frowned and waved his hand to disperse the murderous aura: "As expected, it's not a proper sword." After saying that, he shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​keeping the Peerless Sword Box.

So he waved his hand again, and the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, along with the other twelve flying swords, flew back into the sword box with a strong sense of unwillingness.