To paint the world with your powers

Chapter 8

Blue veins stood out on Hong Tian's face, making him look like a devil who had just come out of purgatory. He exuded a strong smell of blood.

The loss of blood caused Huang Yi Hua to feel weak from head to toe. Her hands and feet became weak, and her eyes became blurry and hazy when she looked at her surroundings.

Suddenly, Hong Tian's murderous intent shocked him. He bit his tongue hard to keep himself awake.

"Kid, today, I will make you beg for death. Didn't you run too fast just now? Cut off your legs. Let's see if you can still run like this today."

As the voice fell, the shadow of the sword flashed and slashed towards Huang Yihua's feet.

Huang Yihua didn't dare to be careless. She kicked her legs forcefully on the ground and used all her strength in order to dodge the attack. The intense movement caused the wound on his back to split open even more and blood to gush out. Her legs were so weak that she almost lost her balance. Fortunately, there was a big tree beside her that prevented her from getting close to the tree.

"I don't know if I can make it past the fifteenth day if I can make it."

Before he could take a breath, Hong Tian followed him like the maggot in the cheekbone once again.

"Look at my yellow sand."

Hong Tian instinctively took a step back. He immediately knew that he had been tricked. The ferocious expression on his face was even more terrifying. He viciously looked at Huang Yihua. His voice was like cold winter, so cold that it could freeze one's blood.

"Brat, you're courting death."

Hong Tian was provoked time after time. He no longer cared about torturing Huang Yi Hua. There was only one goal in his mind. That was to kill him. He must kill him.

Following that, Huang Yihua saw that her head was getting closer and closer to a large sword.

...

Wei Jiang was silent. Now he also believed that Shu Meng did not lie to him. More fragments flashed in his mind.

When he saw Shu Meng's face again, he inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

How strange this feeling was! After two years, this was the first time he had this type of feeling. His heart began to beat faster, and his blood became even hotter.

If you want to get it, you still have a long way to go!

Those pieces spun faster and faster in his mind. Boom! In the end, they all turned into ashes.

Alas! Wei Jiang's eyes dimmed. He had thought that he could remember those things this time, but now all his efforts were in vain. However, he was quite satisfied with today's results. He had an intuition that he would remember all of them soon.

"Uncle Wei, if you want to recover your lost memories as soon as possible, then I advise you to go to the kingdom of Shu. I think there's something you want there."

"The kingdom of Shu?" A familiar picture appeared in Wei Jiang's mind and his breathing became more hurried. Looking at Shu Meng, he couldn't help but ask, "Where is the kingdom of Shu? Am I that place?"

Shu Meng didn't answer and only looked at him quietly. It was obvious that she didn't intend to give Wei Jiang any more hints. She was actually very nervous. She was afraid that if she gave him too much hints, Wei Jiang would immediately regain his memories, and she was afraid that she would be caught by him. That was why she told him the name of the entire kingdom of Shu so that in order to restore her memories, he would leave her far away. Of course, she didn't lie to Wei Jiang, because when he went there, he would meet more familiar people and it would be quite helpful for him to regain his memories.

"In this case, I'll go to the kingdom of Shu. Although I always feel that there's a conspiracy in your words, I can feel that you don't intend to harm me. I trust you this time, but I don't know if the person beside you is dead now."

Shu Meng, who originally still had some joy in her heart, immediately turned pale. Huang Yihua was no longer here and Hong Tian was no longer here. Could it be? When she thought of that result, her face turned even paler.

He had no time to say anything more to Wei Jiang. With a twist of his body, he disappeared from the forest in the blink of an eye. Along the way, he chased in the direction of Huang Yihua's disappearance.

Slash.

With the c***k of the sword piece, Hong Tian's throat went dry for a day, and blood kept flowing out from his mouth like running water. His face was pale, without a trace of human.

Huang Yihua was also stunned. She stared blankly at Hong Tian and then looked at the sword in her hand. For a moment, her mind was in a daze.

It turned out that when Huang Yihua thought that he was going to die, he used his hand to block Hong Tian's sword. This was all his instinct. However, the result caused him to be dumbstruck. Hong Tian strangely suffered serious injuries, but for some reason, a sword had appeared in his hand.

He carefully sized up the sword in his hand. He only felt that this sword master was so familiar and so exquisite.

The ancient and simple long sword emitted a faint light, especially the heavy and heavy feeling of the sword. Huang Yihua only felt that this sword was like a historical elder, carrying an endless amount of time on his body. The complicated and exquisite patterns on the sword made people's eyes confused.

Especially the aura that was connected with his flesh and blood from the sword, and his eyes almost popped out. What happened today was too strange. He only felt that he was in a dream, a dream that could never be solved.

Hong Tian's eyes greedily stared at the long sword in Huang Yi Hua's hand. Although he was heavily wounded, it was not enough to stop him from being greedy for that exquisite, simple and unadorned sword of Huang Yi Hua's. As the person who used the sword, the sword was their second life. Naturally, he could feel that the sword in Huang Yi Hua's hand was not an ordinary item. He had the confidence to take it as his own.

Wiping away the remaining blood on the corner of his mouth, Hong Tian coldly stared at Huang Yihua. He wanted to give him a bit of pressure.

"As long as you give me the sword in your hand, I can consider sparing your life."

Under Hong Tian's cold gaze, Huang Yihua did indeed feel a pressure. However, a strange force immediately transmitted from within his body, causing the pressure to inexplicably disappear. He simply couldn't believe that this force was actually transmitted from the sword.

Without the pressure, Huang Yihua was not afraid in the face of Hong Tian's cold gaze.

"You want my sword? I don't know if you have the ability to do that."

Since there were some things that could not be settled peacefully, there was no need to do it.

"Kill!"

###Chapter11,How Deep the Memory Was

The sky was azure, and there were no clouds for tens of thousands of li. The blazing sun was in the sky. The golden light shone on the earth. Wherever the light shone on, there would be a vigorous vitality.

Sizzle sizzle.

Under the shadow of a large tree, a man's face was covered in sweat, and his eyes were resolute. The man was training his sword. The training content was even more monotonous, yet he was extremely serious, every movement following the standard example. s***h, chop, stab, and lift, almost all of these simple movements he almost did to sit up a thousand times. The most eye-catching thing was the great sword in his hand. The sword was even longer than him, and every time he picked it up, his body would continuously sink. It was clear that the weight of the sword shouldn't be light.

On the other tree next to the big tree, a woman in purple was sitting on it. Every time her eyes fell on the man, there was a trace of satisfaction in her eyes. Then she shook her head, closed her eyes, and began her cultivation.

The man and the woman were undoubtedly Huang Yihua and Shu Meng. Twenty days had passed since the last battle. Shu Meng brought Huang Yihua to a secluded place to rest. Ten days ago, the wounds on Huang Yihua's body had almost completely healed.

For the first time in ten days, Shu Meng looked at Huang Yihua with new eyes. From the day before yesterday, Huang Yihua had already started to make Shu Meng strengthen his training. The moment Huang Yi Hua spoke out her thoughts, she had already rejected them. From her point of view, his weak physique was already thankful to the heavens. If he were to increase the intensity of his training, it was likely that before he could complete his training, he would have already collapsed.

However, Huang Yihua used his practical actions to prove his determination. His weak body exuded an extraordinary toughness. No matter how many times she thought that he would collapse, in the end, he did everything that he had arranged. After the training was over, she saw him lying on the ground like a dead dog, and she couldn't bear it anymore. Hence, she couldn't help but use her own True Energy to stimulate his body. This way, he would still open his eyes wide for Huang Yihua's super strong resilience. This was because the next day, he would always stand up in a bright light, and martial arts would follow her instructions one after another.

Whew!

Huang Yihua let out a long breath, and then greedily inhaled a mouthful of air. Threads of cool air entered his lungs with the air, moistening his body. He looked greedily at the sky, and immediately, his gaze became resolute again. The veins on his hands bulged, and his mouth burst into a cry. Chi! The heavy sword that was inserted into the ground was carried on his back. His feet bent slightly, and he immediately recovered, no longer displaying any abnormalities.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Every step seemed to be trembling, and a figure was running around the woods with weight.

One thousand meters, two thousand meters. Only after running for ten thousand meters did he stop. His breath was already out of breath.

"Take it."

With a shout, a small black shadow flashed by. Just as it was about to flash in front of him, his hand suddenly grabbed forward, and a red fruit appeared in his hand.

A smile appeared on his face, mixed with sweat. He did not put it into his mouth and put it directly into his mouth. The fruit became as big as a bowl of blood, and one third of it was eaten by him.

Cool! Huang Yihua only felt as if her body was about to fly up into the sky. All the pores on her body opened up as she inhaled the air in large mouthfuls. The juice in the fruit was washed away and swallowed into her stomach.

Gulp.

The fruit that hadn't eaten all had been swallowed into the stomach. The exhausted body seemed to have recovered its vitality. Both of his hands clenched, and suddenly all the power that he had lost came back.

Looking at the fruit again, his eyes were a little different. His eyes were shining with a burning light, as if the fruit in his hand was not a fruit, but a peerless treasure. He took a small bite, and the sweetness of the fruit lingered here. Suddenly, he had a little hatred for himself for swallowing one-third of the fruit wine like a cow chewing peony.