The Path Toward Heaven

Of course Liu Shisui is a person who talks a lot, otherwise Jing Jiu would have thought of him when he met the young monk of Guocheng Temple who practiced closed mouth Zen.

Of course, his words are not as exaggerated as they are today.

In the past ten years, he has carried too many responsibilities and secrets, because he is worried about accidentally talking about leaks, because of pressure, and because he wants to play a dismal disciple of the demons.

Until today Jing Jiu's bracelet turned into a sword to open paths for him. Countless times Qingshan Feijian went to the West Sea. He finally no longer has to play that role and was relieved.

The cave house was quiet and there was no sound for a long time. Xiao He held him and gently stroked his back.

Liu Shisui was a little touched and nervous. Both hands didn't know where to put them. They froze in the air, and their faces grew red.

In the end he couldn't stand it anymore and said with a trembling voice: "I ... I'm thirsty."

Xiao He left his body, looked at him and smiled, and said, "Can't you be thirsty after saying so much?"

Liu Shisui did n’t dare to look at her, he drank the spring water from the teacup, and then asked, “How are you feeling now?”

With the help of Elixir and his meditation during this period, his injury was better. The key is that Jian Yuan recovered a lot and should be able to control the sword.

Xiao He felt her body for a while and confirmed that the injury did not improve too much, but she should be able to move freely and nod her head.

Liu Shisui helped her to walk between the cliffs and said: "When I said that my son and Zhao Layue have many secrets, are you annoying me?"

Xiaohe thought you still knew.

Liu Shisui said: "In fact, I also have a secret."

Xiaohe wants to return?

"But that secret is my own, so I can tell you."

Liu Shisui took her to the woods next to her and whistled.

Listening to the sound, the flying sword returned to his side, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, and looking back from time to time, it seemed a bit sad.

Liu Shisui walked to the slightly raised ground in the woods, grabbed his right hand across the ground, and the dirt rose up, revealing a sword inside.

The sword is long and slender, and its breath is cold and indifferent.

The first child sword.

In the Chaoge Night Palace, the sword was given to Zhao Layue by Jin Mingcheng on behalf of God Emperor. In Guihua City, she gave Liu Shisui.

In a sense, Luo Huainan died under this sword.

Over the years, Xi Wang Sun and many people have been looking for the whereabouts of this sword, but there has been no result.

Because Liu Shisui has never used this sword.

Looking at the sword, Xiao He was a little surprised.

One of the most important tasks that West King Sun had given her was to find this sword.

Who would have thought that Liu Shisui actually hid his first son sword in the mountain forest hundreds of miles away from Haizhou City.

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Liu Shisui took the first child sword out of the mud, wiped it with his sleeves, and inserted it around his waist.

The bright little sword trembled slightly, flying around his body nonstop, with a feeling of eagerness to try, it seemed to want to chop down, try the hardness of the first son sword.

Liu Shisui hurriedly stopped and took Xiao He's hand to step on the flying sword and stay away.

At this time, a sigh sounded in his mind.

He also heard a sigh when he escaped from Haizhou City and ran on the sword in the sky.

The sigh was filled with emotion, and there was a little regret and regret.

There were emotions in this sigh, but regrets and regrets had become satisfaction and comfort.

No matter what kind of sigh it means, it is the sigh of the Western King Sun.

Liu Shisui's expression changed suddenly, and he did not hesitate to draw the first sword from his waist, and pulled out a sword flower in front of him.

Xiaojian also felt a great danger. When the sword head lifted slightly, she would fly away.

Click!

A flash of lightning suddenly sounded in the blue cloudless sky.

Thunder fell between the cliffs.

A loud noise.

Rocks splashing between the cliffs.

Liu Shisui and Xiao He fell to the ground, covered in blood.

A figure fell from the sky.

He was wearing bright yellow clothes, the bead curtain covered his face, his eyes were quiet and his breath was unpredictable, like an emperor.

West King Sun.

The first child sword has left Liu Shisui's hand, and with a swish, he pierced the face of the Western King Sun.

Bead curtain swings lightly.

West King Sun extended his right hand.

easy.

He grabbed the first son sword.

The first son Jian struggled for a moment, and soon returned to calm.

West King Sun glanced at the sky diagonally ahead.

The little sword was hidden behind the rock and seemed to be preparing for a sneak attack.

Sensing the eyes of West King Sun, Xiao Jian flew directly towards the back of the mountain without hesitation, and disappeared instantly.

"It's really fast, a good sword."

West King Sun sighed with amazement, knowing that even if he wanted to conquer that little sword, it would take a long time, and there was no rebirth.

He looked at Liu Shisui, with some disappointment in his eyes and some appreciation.

"Unexpectedly, I would be deceived by you kids."

"How will you be here?"

Liu Shisui said pale.

His heart was full of shock and confusion.

When he wanted to come, it was impossible.

The strong parties of the sect of righteousness are besieging Yuntai. The secret of Bulao Lin is about to be revealed in the world. As the leader of Bulao Lin, the West King Sun, who is not there to meet the enemy, but comes to kill himself?Even if what you do is the treason that Bulao Lin hates the most, is it more important to kill yourself than to keep Bulao Lin?

"Obviously, this is the game that you have prepared for many years. Even if I stay in Yuntai, what else can I do?"

Looking at Liu Shisui's expression, Sun Wang Xi knew what he was thinking and said calmly, "Since this is the case, why should I stay there and wait to die?"

Liu Shisui said: "Then what you should do is to run away quickly, why come to kill me?"

"Of course it is important to kill you, but I follow you, of course, for other reasons."

West King Sun looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes deep.

Only a drop of essential blood is needed, and this will be his sword.

The destruction of Yuntai is indeed an unbearable price for Lao Lin, but the recovery of the first child sword is also a compensation-this is the true inheritance of the South China Sea. At that time, no matter whether it is the elder brother, or the old guys of the Qingshan and Zhongzhou factions, what is the fear?

"Just for this sword? The people in Yuntai are your most loyal subordinates. You don't care at all? Is it that the lives of those people are not as important as a sword?"

Liu Shisui was inexplicably angry.

West King Sun withdrew his gaze, looked at him and said, "Bulao Lin was originally a knife. What cares about it, what really matters is the hand holding the knife."

The gimbal is destroyed.

Those assassins and subordinates died.

As long as he is still alive and those hidden in the deepest are still alive, then Lao Lin will remain forever.

What's more, Liu Shisui, no matter how powerful, is still unable to find those real knives.

Liu Shisui understood what he meant, his face paler.

"The people who will die today are all knives, but you are not."

West King Sun looked at him with emotion and said: "Real people appreciate you, so do I. I had hoped that you could be the next hand holding a knife."

Liu Shisui said: "Sorry, let you down."

"No, you actually killed Luo Huainan in order to gain trust from me. These methods are not determined by the peers. The hero can't do anything about it. I can only appreciate and be disappointed."

West King Sun said: "It's a pity that I have to kill you today because I always have to give some people an explanation."

Suddenly a sigh rang from the cliff.

The old scholar of Yi Mao Zhai came out and looked at the Western King Sun and said, "So I am just a knife."

West King Sun looked at him with some surprises and said after a moment of silence: "Mr. Yan is certainly not a knife, you are a pen."