Chapter 1889

However, countless bodies have been burned into black carbon in the fire, how could he find them?

"No, no, master, where are you?"

He gritted his teeth and insisted. The blood on his hands flowed. His sad appearance made him feel sad and infected.

All of a sudden, a hand that doesn't match the hellish scene of the present slowly falls on ye chuyang's shoulder. Ye chuyang's body is in a daze. The camera unfolds slowly with his eyes. His robe is like snow and his hair is black. He looks at him like a man coming out of the painting.

"Who are you?"

"Line ends."

The man's lips with a light smile, eyes as if flashing a compassionate light, ye Chu Yang vigilantly stare at him, "why do you want to come here?"

"Entrusted by others."

"Who is that man?"

"Xuanlie."

"My master?"

"Exactly."

In the middle of the question and answer, he stooped down, reached out his hand and handed it to him

"My Shifu brothers..." Knowing that the other side is not an enemy, but an old acquaintance with master, ye chuyang is sad from the heart.

Stop talking, pull him up, do not care about the blood stains on his hands dirty their clothes, "follow me."

He stroked his sleeve and went straight through the fire. At that moment, the fire rose to a height, as if to engulf him. Ye chuyang's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the man who could not see the figure, "that, are you still alive?"

"Nature lives."

When the cold and plain voice came into his ears, ye chuyang's throat moved up and down, clenched his teeth and walked into the fire.

"Ah..."

The fire rushed to him, and he felt the heat coming on his face. He felt that he was going to melt and exclaimed. Then I found out that I had no damage to my hair. It's amazing. Who is that man?

He followed quickly, only to find that the man clearly walked in a leisurely way, but he could not catch up with him all the time. His white robe was flying in the fire, as if to be integrated with the fire. Ye Chu Yang couldn't help asking, "are you a fairy?"

Are you a fairy -

stop shaking your head, smile but don't talk, but speed up your steps.

"Hello, you wait..."

Ye chuyang is in a hurry to catch up.

The picture changes. Xingzhi goes to the burned and unshaped leader's hall. Take one thing out of the dark lattice under the leader's seat.

The box opens slowly, the light is dazzling, and ye chuyang blocks his eyes suddenly, only to feel that the eyes are sore. When the light disappeared, he looked up. In the man's hand, he held a plain heavy sword, which seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, covering the color of the sword itself.

"What is this..."

"Sword."

"What sword?"

"Leader's sword.

Asked and answered, ye chuyang frowned. "I've never heard that Shifu has a sword."

"The sword will choose its master."

Stop laughing and throw it away. "Take it."

"I......"

Ye chuyang catches it in a hurry, but he falls to his knees under the weight of the sword. "Why is this sword so heavy?"

"When it really recognizes you as the Lord, it won't feel heavy. Let's go down the mountain." Line stop wave sleeve, "kindness already return, if have predestined, then in the future goodbye, goodbye."

"Ah, who are you, after all!" Ye chuyang stumbled after him with a sword in his arms and asked aloud.

"Line ends."