Chapter 320

The Second Elder's action was not a return from the wrong path, let alone any sudden repentance; he was merely continuing to follow his own inner thoughts, consistent from beginning to end.

Having lost the qualification to lie there early on, he had one less obsession he couldn't let go of compared to the other four elders, but he knew what kind of treatment the ancestor's skull had encountered there.

Perhaps, at the very beginning, the Second Elder had also been angry, struggled, and wandered, but he did not choose to resist; instead, he sought self-justification.

He believed that what he had done, and what the Zhao ancestors of past generations had done, were all accumulating the foundation for the permanent survival of the Jiujiang Zhao family.

After deceiving oneself for a long time, one truly believes it; often, the one who cannot accept the exposure of a scam is the victim himself.

The Second Elder's heart could only find solace under this kind of "self-deception."

Therefore, when he witnessed the collapse of the central axis area of the Zhao ancestral home with his own eyes and realized that the so-called "Zhao family foundation" had vanished in an instant, it was less that the Second Elder was worried about the future of the Zhao family, and more that he was worried about his own life.

He urgently wanted to find a continuation in this shattered lie to excuse himself.

When he stabbed the lantern into the Great Elder's body, he felt he had found this continuation. When the flames burned him and the Great Elder together, he felt an unprecedented lightness; he, who was about to perish, would no longer have to worry about rounding out the lie.

In his heart, Zhao Yi silently counted down the Great Elder's death in the big fire.

However, Zhao Yi's gaze did not fall on the burning place before him, but was fixed on the battlefield further away, which was in a mess and covered with corpses.

He had been staring there for a long time, as if thinking, or as if in a daze, wandering in spirit.

That group of people who had changed their skins to sneak into the Zhao family, their purpose in this wave was to kill the Great Elder.

The Great Elder was originally a piece of sacrificial meat marked by the river water, waiting to be divided.

Especially given the premise that almost all the people in other teams had died, if that person could appear and personally finish off the Great Elder before he stopped breathing, then he could exclusively enjoy the merit of this multi-team big wave.

That person's temperament was much stronger than that of Bu Chen's group; after all, he was an existence who could walk the river alone. There were no kind people among such people.

Bu Chen and the others only suspected that Zhao Yi's "Great Elder" was fake, but that person might have been certain from the beginning.

That person knew that Zhao Yi was fishing in this way, and understood that Zhao Yi, who seemed to be standing there alone, must have had a backup plan, but it was just impossible to detect.

In this kind of confrontation that was on the verge of breaking out, whoever made the first move, whoever broke the concealment first, would be at a disadvantage.

When the Great Elder rushed up like a madman earlier, that person hoped Zhao Yi would trigger his backup plan in advance to save his life for his own survival, but Zhao Yi didn't do so.

Of course, that person could wait, wait for the Great Elder to rush up and tear Zhao Yi to pieces.

But Zhao Yi's death would inevitably trigger his backup plan, and at that time, the Great Elder would also be killed immediately. This biggest piece of meat would have nothing to do with that person, and after all the busyness, he would only be able to drink some meat soup.

His opportunity to make a move was in the short process from the present moment until the Great Elder killed Zhao Yi.

He bet that Zhao Yi was afraid of death.

Zhao Yi bet that he was greedy.

Seeking to live, just wanting to pass this wave steadily, merit could also be abandoned.

Then why did you light the lamp and walk the river, then why did you walk the river alone?

Zhao Yi concluded that that person couldn't possibly hold back.

What if he bet wrong... then he would die.

The Zhao Yi of the past felt he was someone wearing shoes, afraid to bet. Now, look at what had already happened in this Zhao ancestral land. Sigh, it didn't matter, a rotten life, if he lost, take it!

But the Second Elder's interception actually changed the balance of this gamble. The Great Elder couldn't continue to rush up and kill Zhao Yi, which was equivalent to completely removing Zhao Yi's risk in the gamble.

Zhao Yi: No need to wait, it's time for you to make a move.

He,

to be precise, she,

made a move.

A graceful figure, holding a sword, appeared as if out of thin air, rushing straight at the Great Elder with astonishing speed.

Zhao Yi separated his index and middle fingers, and the two strands of hair tied to the two fingers broke.

On the ground below the slope in front of him, the sisters Liang Yan and Liang Li opened their eyes at the same time.

Many silver needles were inserted into the two women's bodies, especially the three blood needles at the center of their brows, which were even more shocking.

Earlier, fearing investigation, Zhao Yi had even let them perform a departure, and then, according to the earlier arrangement, sneak back in again.

The two women, according to Zhao Yi's request, inserted silver needles into their own acupoints, and the three blood needles at the center of their brows were inserted into each other by the sisters.

This action, first, could suppress the vitality in their bodies to the greatest extent; even if the distance was closer, it would be very difficult to detect the pair of "items" underground;

second, they would briefly lose all self-consciousness, truly as if they were dead.

If they were allowed to have consciousness, in a critical moment, they might not be able to help but come out to save him. Zhao Yi was truly betting his life, and he didn't want to perform a melodrama before dying.

This method had serious side effects. If the time was too long, they might never wake up, completely becoming living dead; even if they woke up within the allowed time, the damage to the meridians in their bodies would inevitably be very serious.

Moreover, there was a hidden effect after this acupuncture: at the moment of waking up, the potential in the body would be completely stimulated, and they would get a rapid improvement in strength in a short time. Of course, this would inevitably carry extremely serious side effects as well.

For revenge, Zhao Yi had played himself into "a fan."

The Liang sisters were also no better off.

But they were voluntary. When a woman is muddled by so-called "love," no matter what you let her do, she will feel it is sweet.

The woman who walked the river alone pointed her sword tip at the Great Elder, who was about to perish in the big fire.

The moment the Liang sisters broke out of the ground, they approached the woman with an indomitable momentum.

"Bang."

The woman's sword tip pierced into the Great Elder's skull, and the Great Elder's head exploded instantly.

The remaining force of this sword was swept out by the woman, used to block the Liang sisters who had already arrived close by.

Liang Li held two daggers, not dodging or avoiding, forcibly breaking through this sword edge, ignoring the deep and shallow cuts that appeared on her body for this reason.

Liang Yan did not let down her sister's sacrifice to open the way; the soft sword in her hand straightened, indomitable.

"Puff!"

The woman's right arm was pierced by the soft sword, its shape like a snake, wanting to burrow into the woman's body along the wound.

Her right arm tightened, blue veins exposed. The woman did not turn to save herself, but while attempting to briefly restrain the lethality of the opponent's soft sword, she raised her own sword and stabbed at Liang Yan.

Close-range face-to-face combat, even for a swordsman, is very difficult to be elegant at this time.

Liang Li appeared before her sister again, her daggers crossed, blocking the woman's sword.

But the woman's sword was truly wonderful, hiding sword momentum within. Just as it was blocked, more violent sword momentum whistled out afterward.

The sword edge broke through Liang Li's defense, piercing her abdomen.

"Ah!!!"

Liang Li let out a scream, but instead of choosing to retreat, she took a further step forward, and while letting herself suffer more serious injuries, all the daggers hidden on her body were triggered, falling toward her wound.

Stabbing her own daggers into her own body, the micro-formation previously used for external purposes was this time used on herself.

Fresh blood constantly overflowed from her mouth, but Liang Li's gaze was incomparably determined.

The formation took shape, and those daggers, like the staples of a stapler, while piercing her own flesh, also temporarily fixed the woman's sword onto her own body.

While losing the leading power over her own weapon, the woman also sensed that the power of Liang Yan's soft sword had suddenly doubled.

She couldn't understand why such a thing would happen. Clearly, both women in front of her were in a state of activated secret arts, and logically, they should have been fighting with all their might. Why could Liang Yan's strength still rise suddenly?

"Pop!"

With an explosive sound, the soft sword that had been bound to the woman's right arm danced like a silver snake, shaving off seven or eight out of ten of the flesh on the woman's right arm.

The woman let go of her sword hilt and retreated rapidly, her white-boned right arm constantly shaking.

Liang Yan pursued closely, determined not to let this round of confrontation end, not giving the woman a chance to readjust.

The woman pinched a sword seal with her left fingertips, using her fingers as a sword, and exchanged moves rapidly with Liang Yan. Although her fingertips were dripping with blood, her momentum did not fall.

You must know, the woman was not only at a disadvantage in this situation because she appeared first, but she had also fought with the Second Elder earlier and suffered relatively serious injuries.

If she were allowed to fight normally in a perfect state, relying solely on the Liang sisters, it would be very difficult to have any chance.

A cold glint flashed in the woman's eyes.

The sword that was still fixed on Liang Li's abdomen seemed to be stimulated by some kind of induction and began to tremble violently, about to explode.

The woman hoped Liang Yan would hurry back to save Liang Li. If someone could help her pull out that sword at this time, the damage Liang Li suffered could be minimized.

But Liang Yan did not do so, continuing to launch an offensive against the woman.

"Bang!"

The sword exploded, Liang Li turned into a bloody person and flew backward, life or death unknown.

Zhao Yi didn't even look at Liang Li; from beginning to end, his gaze was fixed on that one place.

"Hum!"

The woman suddenly sensed that Liang Yan's aura had risen sharply once again.

With a "crack," two of the woman's fingers that were acting as a sword were shaved off by Liang Yan, and her subsequent offensive became even more fierce.

The woman was extremely puzzled in her heart. These two women looked almost exactly the same, clearly sisters, and should be twins, but what kind of tactic was this?

Attacking together, one had been saving strength all along, while the other had been constantly suffering injuries, and it must be accompanied by the constant suffering of the latter for the former to gradually stop acting?

Having lost her sword and with both hands seriously injured, the woman had to fall into a situation of disheveled avoidance. Soon, many wounds were stabbed into her body by Liang Yan.

Liang Yan continued to exert pressure on the opponent. Although her changes in rhythm were obvious, her attitude remained consistent from beginning to end.

The woman knew she couldn't continue like this. After Liang Yan swung a few more segments of sword moves, the woman predicted in advance, took another sword strike, and pulled away a precious bit of distance as much as possible.

The moment her feet landed, the woman's right chest, which was already injured, collapsed.

The Second Elder had once suspected whether she was a member of the Xi family. She said no, and she indeed was not. Therefore, the sword-hiding position on her body did not have the small embroidered sword raised during the full moon.

It wasn't placed there before, but it didn't mean it couldn't be placed temporarily. Although the power was greatly weakened, it could not be underestimated.

When Liang Yan attacked again, the woman pushed her chest forward, and a broken sword was released from her chest.

This move was used very cleverly, the timing was controlled perfectly, performing a classic counter-kill from a disadvantage.

Liang Yan, who had always relied on her sister to block and had never had any defense, was hit in the chest by this broken sword, and while being pierced through, her own figure was also carried backward.

But Liang Yan also pushed out the soft sword in her hand, the silver snake flying rapidly toward the woman's head.

The woman's face was ferocious, as if she was enduring some kind of intense pain. Her right arm, which exposed a large area of white bone, raised at this moment, dancing a sword flower.

After a string of sparks splashed, Liang Yan's soft sword was swept away.

Using the bones still on her body as a sword, this kind of ruthlessness truly made one's scalp tingle.

This was her strength. The premise of daring to walk the river alone is that one person's strength can match a team.

At this time, Liang Li's life or death was unknown, and Liang Yan was also knocked flying. This killing game aimed at her had been broken by herself.

She had killed the person, and she had taken all the merit of this wave.

The woman's peripheral vision first swept toward Li Zhuiyuan and the others standing on the other side of the ancestral home courtyard wall.

The series of killings just now happened in a very short time, which was why Li Zhuiyuan's group didn't rush over, allowing her to dare to make a move. If they had followed the Great Elder and arrived here quickly, she would never have emerged, but would have chosen to stay hidden and decisively flee.

After all, she was willing to pull chestnuts from the fire, but if it was certain death... only a fool would go.

Now, although her injuries were very serious, her movement technique was still there, and she had the confidence to escape just like this.

Originally thought you might be in the same group, now it seems that your relationship with this young master Zhao is just so-so.

The silence on Li Zhuiyuan's side was interpreted by the woman as deliberately sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight.

As for this young master Zhao, heh, originally thought he was a ruthless person, but in his bones, he carried a bit of naivety.

Goodbye, Young Master Zhao.

The fresh blood on her body boiled rapidly, almost wrapping the woman's body. Before accumulating strength to leave, the woman took one last look at Zhao Yi.

But she happened to meet Zhao Yi's gaze.

Her first reaction was that Young Master Zhao was looking at her helplessly, watching her steal the meat from the trap and still be able to leave calmly.

But the next moment, a warning sign rose sharply in her heart. No, this Young Master Zhao seemed to have been maintaining the dazed posture of looking here since a long time ago.

He wasn't actively looking at her, but she had stood in the position he had been staring at all along.

At this time, Liang Yan stood up shakily, clutching her chest.

The woman realized it was her, this guy using the soft sword, who had deliberately forced her into this position.

Then here...

The woman lowered her head, and she was stunned to find that a mass of pus had soaked into her thigh without her noticing.

And because she was adhering to the principle of not wasting, using her own fresh blood as a guide to perform the movement technique, the fresh blood on her whole body constantly overflowed, forming a kind of cycle with the outside.

This undoubtedly made it more convenient for this pus to enter her body with the help of the flowing fresh blood.

This big puddle of sticky stuff under her feet, those who didn't know would think she had just stepped on a disgusting tumor the size of a water vat.

In fact, it was indeed a tumor.

Zheng Ming's head slowly floated out from this piece of disgusting liquid.

Everyone else was dead, only he survived, and he was pretending to be dead.

He originally thought he could keep pretending, but the woman landed on his place of concealment.

The new big tumor, although having the same memory, was dominated by instinct. The sword energy stirred up by the woman standing here using sword techniques completely stimulated it.

The woman: "You..."

Even when not injured, facing this kind of thing was incomparably troublesome, not to mention in the current state. The skin on the woman's body began to change color rapidly, and dense mushrooms "broke through the ground" from her skin.

"Ah... ah..."

The woman let out a scream. She knew she was finished.

Not only was Liang Yan clutching her wounds and starting to force her way toward her, but the group of people who were originally sitting on the shore watching the fire had also dispersed and were approaching her in a surrounding formation. ===== CHAPTER 321 =====