The Era of Game

96 To Kill, To Blood, To Strength

The uncle stared at Wan Jingtian blankly, and his eyes fell into memories with despair: "Hell suffering... Hell... He wants to destroy me..." Then he showed the pain of crying or laughing: " Why should we talk about punishment? The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, and the weapon of the loser is destined to become a monster full of evil and will be destroyed, right?"

    "What are you talking about? Weapon of the loser? So uncle, are you really the sword spirit of Qingyuan Sword?"

    "Sword spirit?" The uncle smiled bitterly, "What kind of sword spirit do I look like now?"

    It really is him! The sword spirit of Qingyuan Sword, the creator of this field! What Chen Qingzhi said is true!

    "Can you..." Wan Jingtian wanted to ask Uncle Sword Spirit if he could help him pull Song Xiaochuan into this ice field to heal his injuries, but felt that he couldn't ask others for help under the emotions of others, so he said something. It becomes: "How do you feel now?"

    The uncle looked at the sky with indifferent eyes, lost and lost: "I can't feel the power in my body..." He was helpless, and even more listlessly, he tilted his head and looked at Wan Jingtian: "You just said that you saved me. ?"

    Wan Jingtian nodded. He regained his life, but he did not feel that the uncle was happy because of it. Although he didn't want others to be grateful to him, because he was actually trying to save himself at that time, but at least he didn't want to see such a reaction.

    "But I don't remember at all." Sure enough, the uncle turned his head and looked at the sky lonely, "Why do you save me? I am a weapon that is regarded as a monster by the world, and I have too many people gathered on my body. The hatred of him, and this kind of me, I have lost my power again...a sword spirit without spiritual power, it would be better to destroy it and sink into the eternal darkness with Kaluo."

    "Kara is?"

    "He is a real overlord, or a demon? He is powerful and mighty, and he is the one who has taken me to battle on the battlefield countless times." When Uncle Sword Spirit said this, a hint of happiness appeared on his bitter face. .

    "Do you like killing and desire power?" Wan Jingtian asked.

    Uncle Sword Spirit laughed: "Otherwise? I'm a weapon! Would a weapon like to be permanently hidden in the scabbard and spend a long time in the inferno?! I long for power, so that countless The power of fear! And I have really had it once! But now I... it makes me feel more uncomfortable than death!"

    Wan Jingtian didn't understand Jian Ling's fragility at every turn of life. He believed that the strong should withstand the ups and downs and be beaten! He said loudly, "But I don't have power either. Am I still alive?!" He stared into the eyes of the sword spirit, "Do you think people like me want power! You can at least be in this world? I lay purely inside, but what about me? I have to face everything outside! You know, I'm just a puppet copycat master who doesn't hear Zhong Buwen! I dare not be an open enemy with Zhong Buwen because of me No power! I have no ability to compete with him! I am even more afraid of my brothers knowing that I have no power! Song Xiaochuan is struggling on the death line to save me, but I can't save him! It's because I don't have any. power!"

    Wan Jingtian got more and more excited when he talked. He even grabbed the collar of Uncle Sword Spirit and shook his head that "sorrows more than a heartbreak". He shouted: "But look at me! I'm still the same. Are you alive like this! I still endure the clock not smelling! I still would rather bet on my life to get another chance for Song Xiaochuan!"

    "Do you really want to die if you don't have the power now? Look for the dead Jia Luo? But do you know how you survived this time?!" Wan Jingtian shouted at him, "You still Remember Yui? That girl who has guarded you for 900 years in Hell! She sacrificed herself in exchange for your chance to survive now! Only because she can't bear to see the fall of a generation of heroes like you! Because she believes You will stand on top of the world again!"

    Hearing Yui's name, Uncle Sword Spirit finally awoke from his depression, and his face twitched because of excitement: "Yui... Yui? That girl who turned into the essence of polar ice? Is she dead? She is because Am I dead?"

    "Yeah! She died to save you! So how could you let her down so easily?" Wan Jingtian originally wanted to persuade him, but he didn't expect to fall into the vortex of collapse. He became a little hysterical, talking while talking. Hu He Hu He gasped, "And I-when you can't survive in the fire prison, this ice sheet began to collapse with the passing of your life, it's me, dragging you to faint and run away! It's me, here The moment the ice and snow fell, I used my back to support you in the space of life! But you know, I am just a mortal, I have no spiritual power! In that disaster, my spine was broken! Me too So almost died!"

    Uncle Sword Spirit listened to Wan Jingtian's account of all this with full attention and solemn expression. He was always in a coma at that time, and he did not expect so many things to happen! He could hear his trembling from his breath.

    Wan Jingtian picked up his scarred wrist and took it in front of Uncle Sword Spirit, "And this, do you remember?! In order to keep you alive, I released my own blood to replenish your vitality! Behind me! After losing too much blood and fainting, you have a chance to complain to me now!"

    Sword Spirit asked suspiciously: "Who taught you to do this to wake me up with blood when I was about to die?"

    "Yuei!" Wan Jingtian stared, "At that time, she told me that only by feeding you blood can you wake up; but I may die because of it!"

    Jian Ling said in surprise: "So you chose to feed me blood? Choose to save me, a guy who has never been sober?"

    "Yes!" Wan Jingtian said firmly, "because I believe I will not die, and you will not die!"

    Sword Spirit suddenly smiled. Although the smile was weak and ugly, his smile was filled with pain and helplessness, and also a little bit of relief. He smiled and said: "Yuyi, where is my life saved!" She probably expected that I would be like this, so what she wants to save is my belief!" He laughed, smiling more and more sadly, and laughed until he burst into tears. "The kid Yui is really stupid..."

    A middle-aged uncle laughed weakly in the vast ice field. He shed tears while laughing. This situation made Wan Jingtian's previous anger turned into inexplicable panic. He frowned and asked: "You, are you all right?"

    Sword Spirit suddenly looked at Wan Jingtian seriously, sadly, talking to himself, and as if saying to the dead Yui: "Is that this kind of person? Is he really in a hurry? I feel that this person can help me get a new life?"

    "No," Sword Spirit suddenly became vicious again, "What I need is power! Supreme power! I need a man full of ambition! I can help him stand on the pinnacle of worship by thousands! And this man— "He grabbed Wan Jingtian's wrist, "He has no power, even if he has the determination to give up his life to save me? I don't need such a person! I don't need such a womanly person! Me! To kill! To blood! I want a man who is invincible like Garo!"