Chapter 702

"You failed."

The Golden Dragon mask sounded cold.

Hu Hanxie clenched his teeth: "I didn't expect that there was an expert among them besides Shen Zhenyi. We have to fight ahead of others. We haven't found out the truth... We can't play all our cards..."

He explained with difficulty.

"But you failed."

The Golden Dragon mask doesn't want an explanation at all.

"The 19th Lord also failed in Shen Zhenyi's hand."

"The failure of others is not your reason."

Hu Hanxie was speechless. He knew that this time he had lost his hands in vain and made people laugh.

But... Even if others go to battle, he doesn't believe he will do better than himself. Who could have expected that the unknown swordsman who seemed to be dying of illness could play the hidden dragon, one of the nine secret swords, to such a level.

Where the hell did this man come from?

He could only bow his head and gnash his teeth.

If the royal family loses this face, it will always come back!

Hu Hanxie looked into the dark.

Broken temple.

Yuanshan wiped his sword. The body of the sword was like a flame. Under the moonlight, it was as bright as a clear spring.

There was blood on the edge of the sword, as if there was a smell of blood all around. I don't know how many dead souls were taken under the sword this day.

The more murderous.

The more dead you are.

He coughed gently, bent his back, but his eyes were as bright as stars in the night sky.

"I think he's much better."

Chu Huoluo looked at him not far away, a little suspicious.

After the first World War, Yi Yuanshan's weak physique should have become more serious, but his cough was relieved.

Does killing have the effect of curing diseases?

Shen Zhenyi was silent.

His eyes rested on the winding sword and frowned slightly.

Everyone has his own destiny. Even if he has the ability to forcibly change his destiny, how can anyone who knows and embarks on his doomed path be willing to accept this change?

Sometimes, the road is chosen by oneself.

Third childe Shen can change the world, but he can't change people's hearts.

He already knew that.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

Yuanshan finally finished wiping the sword. He carried the countless strange swords behind him at will, raised his head, smiled and showed his white teeth: "do you want to drink a glass of wine?"

He told Shen Zhenyi.

Of course, Shen Zhenyi was the only man present. Although Yuanshan doesn't discriminate against girls, he still thinks it's more appropriate to find a man for drinking.

"OK."

Third childe Shen doesn't drink with people casually, but what's wrong with drinking with heroes once?

He doesn't ask where the wine is. Is it good to drink?

Yuanshan burst into laughter, stretched out his palm and patted it underground. He heard a dull noise. The ground cracked and unexpectedly revealed a dark wine cellar. Several clay jars were scattered, and the wine smell was faint.

"Where did you get the Tibetan wine?"

Chu Huoluo was stunned.

This broken temple is deserted. I don't know how long the incense has been broken. Who would hide wine in such a place? Is it the original Temple wishes left before the fall? I don't know how long it has been. I dare not drink!

"I hid it."

Yuanshan was beaming and elated. He seemed very satisfied with the surprised reaction of everyone.

"Why do you hide wine here?" Chu Huoluo was even more surprised.

——Is this your former residence?

It's impossible! This place has no village in front of it and no shop behind it. Who would live in such a place?

Yuanshan picked up a jar of wine and opened the mud seal. He had to drink first. After thinking about it, he wiped the jar mouth with his sleeve and handed it to Shen Zhenyi first.

Shen Zhenyi smiled. He took out an amber luminous bowl from somewhere. With a light finger, a transparent wine slurry flew out of the jar, fell into the bowl like a swimming dragon, and slowly poured half a bowl of wine.

The aroma is refreshing.

"Enough."

With a stroke of his finger, he cut off the wine line, took up the amber bowl and raised his glass to Yuanshan.

Yuanshan laughed and shook the wine jar. They drank each other.

Shen Zhenyi only used a few mouthfuls, but Yuanshan drank all the wine in a jar. Just then he threw away the jar and shouted, "have fun!"

He is so heroic that there is nothing like the miserable appearance of a tuberculosis ghost.

"Hello!"

Chu Huoluo wondered and asked again, "what about you? Why are you hiding wine here?"

"At the burial place, always drink more cups."

Yuanshan narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "I have walked this road thousands of times. I have calculated what kind of sniper I will encounter thousands of times. With my sword skills, where can I go? This broken temple should be the limit."

"What do you mean?"

Chu Huoluo was shocked and didn't understand what the young man was talking about.

Yuanshan opened the second jar of wine, looked back at the Xuanyan, which was still sleeping, took a swig, and sighed: "All my life, I was born to escort the Xuan family back to their hometown. I always wanted to do this well. Of course, I had to know the way from the Xuan family to the ice field well. I had nothing to do, so I went back and forth on this road. Now, there are not a thousand times, but also 800 times..."

Princess long and others are confused. Is there anyone specially born for this?

They looked at Shen Zhenyi inquisitively. Master would always know the answer.

However, Shen Zhenyi only sighed gently.

Only Yuanshan muttered to himself.

"... at the beginning, my sword technique was not strong. I'm afraid if someone comes, I'll have to run away and can't escape a hundred miles."

"Later, my cultivation became higher and higher. According to the calculation, it was not too difficult to flee thousands of miles, but in any case, I couldn't escape half of this road."

"I thought that as long as the sword technique keeps getting stronger, I can surpass everyone, but I don't know that the manpower is sometimes poor, and the sword technique eventually has its limit. Even if I can get lucky to practice the secret sword technique, my own qualification can only let me get to this step."

"Unless... Give my life."

He looked sad, but with determination and heroic.

People's qualifications cannot be broken through.

But if you work hard, you may break through.

In the real sense——

——Fight!

In today's World War I, the sick sword Xianyuan mountain must be famous all over the world, but who can imagine how his sword technique was practiced and what price he paid.

"I know I can escort Xuanjia's blood to escape, and I know I will die."

After recognizing this reality, it will not be so difficult to accept.

Anyway, when the old man announced his favor to him, he also planned to break to pieces in return.

This is not the same result.

"Besides, I can't go to the end."

The seventh heaviest expert in the realm of God and man can accurately know his own physical condition.

He knew he would die on the way.

He knows his limits.

In that case, of course he would choose a place with wine to die.

He hasn't had a good drink in his life because of his cough.

You can have fun at least once before you die.