chapter 6 The Suillian ten years ago

The huge Spider Demon didn't rush forward.

It slowly chewed the head of the Heavenly Palace cultivator until it turned into dregs, and finally swallowed it in its lower abdomen.

Eight dark pupils stared at Yves Nixon.

Smoke and dust scattered in front of the collapsed church.

Yves Nixon felt the gentle pull from Fanny Braddell behind her, which was slightly heavier.

Yves Nixon didn't look back, he still held the three pure bells.

The young man showed no fear on his face and raised his head stubbornly.

At this moment, even if the most terrifying demon in Pendora stood in front of him, he would never take a step back.

The breeze blows.

Late at night, outside Valethorn, dust and smoke were everywhere, lingering around the young man. In the bushes, on the small deserted hills, in all directions, pairs of eyes seemed to light up.

Yves Nixon narrowed his eyes. He felt that the bell in his hand did not make a crisp sound when the wind blew it.

Because someone held his hand.

The man stood behind Yves Nixon, raised one hand and gently held the young man's raised wrist.

He is tall.

The shadow of the huge Spider Demon, illuminated by the pale moonlight, covered Yves Nixon's head.

But the man behind Yves Nixon was a head or several heads taller than the shadow. At this moment, he was calmly watching the so-called eighth realm demon that made many forces hesitate and did not dare to take the lead.

At that moment, Yves Nixon turned around in confusion.

He saw the man's cheek.

The sword eyebrows go into the temples, and the phoenix eyes are powerful.

However, time has left traces of destruction on that face. Yves Nixon couldn't help feeling a little regretful because of the tear scar that spanned a finger's distance on the bridge of his nose, which was originally a clear and handsome face.

Yves Nixon didn't know when this man had been standing behind her. To be precise, he was standing in front of Fanny Braddell.

With a distance of less than ten feet, the huge spider shadow bounced lightly on the spot. After two steps, it rushed out with a whooshing sound.

Yves Nixon closed his eyes tightly, but he heard a tearing sound. The coldness exploded and a strong wind hit his face. His shoulders shrank slightly. The hand holding the wind chime could not move, and the hand holding the leaf bone flute could not move. Also suppressed, time seemed to freeze.

A little later.

Yves Nixon slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was the rising cold mist. There was no scarlet demon blood. When he turned around, his lips were parched and his mouth was dry. He saw the body of the Snow Demon that was cut into pieces by the sword energy, and its abdomen was dissected. , after cutting it off, the scattered spider spears slid together, dragging out the snow-white mist, and shooting out gradually weaker sparks.

What made Yves Nixon pupils shrink was the sickly pale complexion of the man behind him hidden in the mist. A dim star appeared, then slowly disappeared.

The man sheathed his sword.

He raised his head, and although his lips were covered with snow, he said loudly: "Eldermist Peak, Zayden Ximenez!"

Four words, crisp and clear, falling to the ground like thunder.

Yves Nixon was shocked.

Fanny Braddell raised his head in disbelief.

Yves Nixon asked Fanny Braddell during the heavy snowfall in Pendora ten years ago.

"What's the full name of the person named Xu?"

"A single name contains the word "hidden". Sometimes it means hiding a sword, sometimes it means hiding a treasure."

At this time, when it's time to kill, it's time to hide the sword.

...

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The bushes, dead tree branches, barren mountain tops, those eyes, and the gradually lighting fire all around, really lit up when the name Zayden Ximenez came out.

Only then did Yves Nixon realize that it was not just Heavenly Palace and Path Ancestry who had found this place.

The Confucian scholars standing on the barren hill, lighting lanterns only at this moment; the young monk squatting silently in the bushes; the man in black standing on the dead tree branch overlooking the church...

Wave after wave, they stood silently and solemnly in the dark night, in the dim and flickering firelight. A certain desire in their eyes was hidden, but it was beating even more fiercely than the flames.

Yves Nixon's shoulder was pinched.

In the cold air, the man's voice was too soft to be heard clearly by outsiders.

"I know you know what the name Zayden Ximenez means...but unfortunately, I am not your life-saving straw, at least not yet."

Yves Nixon quickly calmed down.

The Confucian scholar standing on the top of the mountain holding a lantern looked indifferently at the two young girls at the bottom of the mountain. In their indifferent eyes, murderous aura slowly surged, and their sleeves and robes were fluttering.

Zayden Ximenez's voice came again.

"The one carrying the lantern... came from Quintaria in the Suillian Dynasty. Three of the four academies were dispatched, Bailu, Songyang, and Yuelu. These people chased me for forty-seven days."

The monk squatting in the bushes was also silent and solemn. The white cassock he wore carried the dust, weeds, and stardust along the way.

"The guy who squatted there without talking, gnashing his teeth, as if he had been constipated for three days and three nights with a sullen look on his face, is from Eastern Land Spirit Peak, and he has been chasing me for sixty-one days."

"I won't mention those in the Underworld. They have been thinking about killing me since I became famous. It has been ten years now."

Yves Nixon was a little confused.

He hesitated: "How did you attract such enemies?"

"I'm Zayden Ximenez." When the man said this, his tone was quite proud: "Of course they chased me all the way to admire my peerless style..."

Pause slightly.

"Then avenge their sect seniors who died under my sword."

Yves Nixon rolled his eyes and cursed in a low voice: "You are so awesome, but you drew your sword and killed them all."

Zayden Ximenez smiled and said calmly: "Of course you can kill them. I just killed the big demon in the eighth realm with just one sword. The most powerful one among them is only in the eighth realm."

In the smoke and dust, Yves Nixon felt that the man's pressure on his shoulders was getting heavier and heavier. After taking a few slow breaths, the man behind him used the palms pressing on his shoulders to lean half of his body weight on hers. shoulders.

At this juncture, Zayden Ximenez was still smiling.

He smiled and said, "Count how many of them there are. I will kill them all."

Yves Nixon began to count one, two, three, four, five, six, seven seriously...

He had no doubt that Zayden Ximenez could kill them all.

Zayden Ximenez said helplessly: "But I only have one sword left."

Yves Nixon turned around with wide eyes: "You only have one sword?"

Zayden Ximenez said with a smile: "And the sword has already been used on that Spider Demon."

Yves Nixon suppressed the dirty words in her stomach.

He looked a little pale, and at this time, the feeling of panic returned again.

Yves Nixon could feel that the man with half his body weight on his shoulders was teetering, almost at the point of exhaustion.

"The good news is, they don't know."

Zayden Ximenez smiled and said: "Don't worry... They are just suspicious. When I appear behind you, they will not dare to take action."

Yves Nixon noticed that Zayden Ximenez was trembling all over, but he was holding the hand holding the bell very steadily.

"It's a coincidence that I'm holding Path Ancestry's three pure bells now. Unfortunately, someone from Path Ancestry has a very good relationship with me. They want to kill me, but if that person comes, they won't be able to kill me. "

Zayden Ximenez said softly: "Young man in desperate situation, I have to say that you are very lucky. If it weren't for me today, you would have died long ago. Neither the Heavenly Palace, the Path Ancestry, nor the practitioners standing over there would be Good person. But the Sunlit Bead, three pure bells, and..."

He frowned, glanced at the leaf bone flute Yves Nixon held in his hand, and said, "And that weird flute, they are both good things."

"Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade. These things... have attracted the attention of those practitioners, enough to kill you two ten times."

Zayden Ximenez smiled and said, "It's different now that I'm here."

Yves Nixon said excitedly: "Senior, can we survive?"

Zayden Ximenez said seriously: "No, you are very lucky to be buried with me in this... deserted wilderness. When the nephew of Eldermist Peak avenges me, he should make a plan for you by the way." A monument. By the way, what is your name?"

The young man had a complicated expression.

"Yves Nixon."

"It's a good name." The man turned around and asked with a smile: "Girl, what about you?"

The man standing in the smoke and dust froze the moment he turned around.

He looked at the flying smoke and behind him, a girl with a pretty face full of tears sitting on her knees.

Smoke and dust scattered.

There was scratched blood on the face. The girl gritted her teeth and put her hands on the ground, pressing on the withered skirt. The two slender calves under the skirt and her whole body were trembling.

The engraved token was held in her hand, making a clicking sound.

The long order of Serenity Crest.

Fanny Braddell burst into tears, her voice hoarse and bloodshot.

"Zayden Ximenez... Mr. Ximenez."

Zayden Ximenez's mind went blank.

The descendants of the Pei family are still alive...still alive?

He felt like he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, the world was spinning, his vision was blurry and clear, and the only thing left in the world was the girl who was crying and calling her Mr. Ximenez.

Yves Nixon felt his shoulders feel heavy, then lightened again.

The man released his palms and relied on his own strength to stand upright unsteadily.

Then there was a loud sound of drawing a sword.

The self-deprecating smile on Zayden Ximenez face disappeared. He pulled out the sword and inserted it beside him. With a solemn expression, he half-knelt in front of the girl.

He placed one hand on the hilt of the sword, slowly tightening it, and drawing the sword was like pulling out a mountain.

Zayden Ximenez whispered two words: "Close your eyes."

Fanny Braddell was startled.

Yves Nixon had no time to react.

In a radius of one kilometer, pale clouds surged. The sky above Valethorn was as bright as the presence of a god. There was a sword far away from the stars, slowly peeling off, speeding up gradually, breaking through the clouds, and finally crashing into the world!

At this moment, the scholar holding the lantern shouted loudly.

"retreat!"

Monk squatting in the bushes.

An Underworld killer attached to a tree trunk.

In all directions, dozens of people looted and retreated.

Within a mile, from the outside to the inside, the world was turned upside down, and sword energy burst out from the ground.

The grass and trees bent, giant trees collapsed, broken walls and ruins were twisted open like silk threads by the sword energy, stone chips shot out, and blood poured out.

Above the man who was half kneeling on the ground, there was a solid star, as pale as snow, full of murderous intent.

Zayden Ximenez breathed heavily, slowly putting the drawn sword back into its sheath with one hand, while keeping the other hand covering Fanny Braddell's eyes.

Yves Nixon looked pale and stared blankly at the tragic scene in front of him.

The sword energy was still wandering around, but in the void away from the three of them, the half-collapsed church was pierced by the sword energy. Countless debris surrounded the three of them, and the solid starlight filled the surroundings.

It's like standing in an underwater world full of sword energy, the world is turned upside down, and the rules on land no longer exist.

What was more than broken wood chips was the flesh and blood scraped off by the sword energy.

Broken arm.

bone.

hair.

He turned around and saw Xu Zang's side face with his head raised, eyes closed and breathing heavily.

The Suillian ten years ago.

He broke through the ten realms and condensed the Fate Star. He was known as the Sword Immortal disciple who committed the most heinous crimes in Eldermist Peak for a hundred years.

The star was as white as falling snow.

Taibai Killing Star.

Above Zayden Ximenez head, the stars condensed with all his life.

With a click, it shattered.