Suddenly, Xin Jue's vitality in front of everyone disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood gushing from the eyebrows, out of control, instantly filled half of the pale and handsome face.

"Brother, don't scare me..."

Xinyan's eyes were red from crying, her voice trembled, and she wiped the blood from Xinjue's face like crazy.

But no matter how you wipe it, the blood cannot be wiped clean, like a flower, withering.

Lin Yun's heart was suddenly empty, and the unspeakable bitterness stuck in his throat, making him suffocated and powerless. On weekdays, the waves are calm, and there is always a hidden edge, like the eyes of star gems, at this moment, there is no spirit.

Whoosh!

The elders holding the sword and the elders Luo Feng came upon hearing the sound, and upon seeing the situation, their expressions changed drastically.

"This……"

Luo Feng's voice trembled, unable to believe what he could see in front of him.

One moment ago, he was still immersed in the joy of Xinyan's mastery of the Innate Sword Intent, and the next moment, he saw that the other party's anger was like a gossamer, and his vitality continued to dissipate.

It was completely unacceptable. He and Xin were more than just an elder and a disciple. There were also many origins in it.

Thinking of the past, agreeing to his father's instructions, his eyes suddenly became silky.

"Elder Swordsman, save my brother, save my brother..."

Seeing the sword-wielding elder, Xinyan's eyes filled with hope, and she kept begging.

But the sword-wielding elder had an embarrassed expression on his face, his hand left from Xin Jue's pulse, he looked helpless, and shook his head.

"Wuwuwu, how can this happen... how can this happen..."

Xinyan burst into tears, her charming and glamorous face was heartbreaking, like a flower falling from the rainforest.

Xin Jue, who was originally quite bearish about life and death, looked extremely anxious when she saw Xin Yan's appearance.

He struggled to get up, wanting to hold his sister in his arms as usual.

"Ye Xinyan, don't cry..."

But just halfway through, he fell down weakly.

"Brother!"

"elder brother!"

The crowd turned pale in shock, and hurriedly surrounded them and helped Xin Jue up again.

But he had already closed his eyes weakly, and his arms hovering in mid-air seemed to be moving halfway around like a branch, as if he was looking for someone.

"Brother, I am here."

Xinyan was heartbroken, she held the hand tightly and put it on her face.

Feeling the temperature on her cheeks, a smile appeared on Xin Jue's pale face, and her vitality disappeared.

"elder brother!"

Xin Yan cried out in a heart-wrenching manner, but no matter how much she cried, Xin Jue couldn't respond to her.

Pfft!

In grief, Xinyan's qi and blood were disordered, and she spit out blood and fainted.

"There is still hope, there is still hope..."

Panicked, Lin Yun suddenly thought of something, his expression became agitated, and he stepped forward and hugged Xin Jue's body.

Such a move shocked everyone.

"Little Red!"

While in shock, Lin Yun roared angrily, and the sound shook all directions. There was infinite sadness and anxiety in his voice.

Da da da!

In the mountain forest, a blood-colored figure turned into lightning and rushed over, and the blood dragon and horse rushed madly.

Not thinking about much, Lin Yun hugged Xin Jue, got on his horse, and ran wildly in the forest.

The dust rolled in and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What is Lin Yun doing..."

Elder Luo Feng's eyes flashed with worry, worried that Lin Yun would do something stupid.

"Let him go, maybe that person will really have a solution."

The sword-wielding elder looked mourned and said weakly.

As the sword-wielding elder in charge of him, it was his duty to protect Xin Jue and Lin Yun, and the death of Xin Jue had nothing to do with him.

No one can imagine the self-blame and pain in his heart.

"Where is he going?"

"Besides the burial of Jianlin, where else is there, take care of Xinyan, and don't let her appear a little bit, you know?"

Buried Sword Forest!

Elder Luo Feng's eyes lit up, if Lin Yun could really feel the burial of Jianlin, there might still be some hope.

But to bury Jianlin, even with the speed of the blood dragon and horse, it would take at least seven days.

Seven days later, is there really hope?

"Little Hong, hurry up, hurry up."

The blood dragon horse running in the Silent Mountain has raised its speed to the limit.

It flew like a flat ground, turned into a ghost, and its hooves burned like flames. Although it is usually not serious, it can get along with Lin Yun for so long, not to mention the mutual understanding, and feel Lin Yun's emotions to some extent.

Lin Yun's emotions are something he has never touched before, the kind of sadness and remorse that makes him run with all his strength.

Boom!

The ground trembled slightly under its strong horse's hooves. It was supporting the ancient trees one by one, wishing it could smash everything in front of it.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

The blood dragon horse roared in his heart. For the first time, he hated himself, and hated himself why he couldn't be faster.

Under such a wild run, in the blink of an eye, it was four days and four nights without sleep.

Lin Yun's eyes were deeply sunken, and when the Imperial City appeared in his field of vision, a flash of inspiration flashed in his eyes.

"Rush over!"

Ignoring the guards at the city gate, the blood dragon horse turned into a puff of blue smoke and rushed away.

When the city gate guard woke up, he had already disappeared from the sight of these people and rushed towards a secluded lake area in the outer city.

"Xiaohong is coming soon, please hurry up."

Lin Yun's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse, but he didn't know it, he only felt that Xin Jue behind him became colder.

The pain and anxiety deep in my heart were again heavier.

Along the way, he urged the blood dragon and horse, and he did not know how many times he repeated it, and his voice was almost silent.

The originally seven-day journey took four days abruptly to come over.

Looking at the misty lake in front of her, Xiaohong let out a neigh and rushed over with gritted teeth.

rub rub!

The trace of the true dragon bloodline deep within its body burned completely and ran wildly over the lake.

Such a loud abnormal noise naturally alarmed the owner of this place, and the formation that was originally arranged on the water disappeared without a trace.

The blood dragon and horse did not go far, and the lake was covered with mist and disappeared.

On the shore, an old man in mink clothes frowned and looked at this man solemnly.

"Master Thirteen, help me save someone!"

Lin Yun rolled over and dismounted, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily.

"Get up and talk."

The Thirteenth Master waved his hand and placed Xin Jue on the stone platform. When his eyes fell on Xin Jue's cold body, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he walked over in silence and put his hand on Xin Jue's brow.

Pfft!

After a moment, a palm-length silver needle bounced over and landed on the ground with a sway.

Seeing this slender silver needle, the Thirteenth Master flashed a trace of killing intent.

It's not over yet...

Thirteenth Master turned his hand, and the other parts of Xin Jue's body, silver needles appeared at the same time.

In addition to the silver needles that have already fallen on the ground, count them down to exactly eight.

Lin Yun's face turned mutinous, and infinite killing intent poured out from his bloodshot eyes.

Wang Yan!

These silver needles, which should have been shot on him, were blocked by Senior Brother Xin Jue.

Looking at the silver needles scattered on the ground, Lin Yunxin was dripping blood. It was hard to imagine that he had been hit with these silver needles.

Senior Brother Xin Jue, what kind of pain you are enduring.

"what is this?"

Lin Yun suppressed the anger in his heart and stepped forward, wanting to pick up the silver needle.

"do not move!"

Thirteen Master turned around and said coldly.

"This is the Blood Rain Silver Flower Needle, a very vicious hidden weapon. It is highly poisonous. It is a secret treasure made by Tianjimen. Back then, Tianjimen was good at organ puppet hidden weapon poison, and it was called the first sect of the left to dominate the world. Dao, they were all terrified, and the color of the conversation changed, and they were later killed together."

The Thirteenth Master pondered: "But there are still some vicious hidden weapons, which have been secretly kept, but it is extremely difficult to obtain the hidden weapons of the Tianjimen. Not to mention the Daqin Empire, even in the ancient Nanhua region, the Tianjimen rarely appears. 's hidden weapon."

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, the handwriting of the person behind the scenes is really great.

But right now, he is more concerned about other things, "Senior brother, is there any help?" Thirteenth Master looked sad and shook his head: "The poison of this blood rain pear flower needle is specifically aimed at the elites of the Profound Martial Realm and the true essence of the Purple Palace Realm. It has already undergone qualitative changes, and is not afraid of this poison. However, in the Xuanwu realm, it is certain to die. The toxin penetrates into the blood, flows through the internal organs, and can kill people in an instant.

"

He didn't say a word. If he could have done it three days earlier, maybe he could force the poison out with his strength.

But, seeing Lin Yun's sunken eye sockets and thin cheeks, you don't need to guess how he got here these days.

I'm just afraid that the life is like a year, and the pain is unbearable, I can't describe it.

"It's no help..."

The last glimmer of hope was shattered, and the look in Lin Yun's eyes suddenly became lifeless.

In an instant, my heart felt empty.

There are no words to describe his sadness and helplessness at the moment. If possible, he would rather die himself.

Looking at Senior Brother Xin Jue lying on the stone platform, Lin Yun recalled many past events in his mind.

Recalling that he first entered the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, and after the Nine Stars Contest was over, his senior brother rescued him and shook Wang Yan away.

In the forest of blood bones, goodbye brother, he and the fourth son appeared at the same time. Although he doesn't have the name of the son, but his style is not inferior to these sons.

He is Xinyan's eldest brother and his own senior brother, and he has rescued him several times.

The picture changed, and he thought of Sister Xinyan again, and the helpless cry of Sister Xinyan, and his heart ached inexplicably.

time flies.

Lin Yunku sat beside the stone platform, never sleeping, not eating, not drinking, and not touching a drop of water.

Ten days later, the Thirteenth Master came out of the bamboo building, and Xin Jue on the stone platform was still lying quietly, but there was no one beside him.

Thirteenth Master's face changed slightly, his eyes swept away, and he was a little relieved when he saw Lin Yun's back by the lake.

Slowly moving, walked over.

"Master Thirteen, you said that in this world, why are good people always short-lived?"

Before waiting for the Thirteenth Master to speak, looking at the misty cold lake, Lin Yun said to himself: "I have been thinking about this question for the past ten days, and I figured it out. There is actually no answer to this question. There is no need to go. Thinking about it, I shouldn’t sit here idle, I just need to follow my heart and do it.”

"But as you said, there is no evidence left in this matter. Even if you guess who it is, High Heaven Sword Pavilion will not dare to act rashly, nor will it stand on your side."

The Thirteenth Master pondered.

"So, it's time for me to go."

Lin Yun turned around with a calm expression. Just in the calm, there is a chill that makes people palpitate.

In the mundane world, there are too many constraints and rules. The older you get, the more you think about it, and the more you think about it, the less you dare to move.

Standing in a high position, I am afraid that one hair will move my whole body, and I cannot tell what is right or wrong, and cannot tell the truth.

But when someone dies, someone has to be responsible, and you don't need to think too much. While my face is still young and my youthful blood is still alive, I ignore the world of the world, and only ask about the sword in my hand.