The crackling sound echoed in the mountains and fields like a buzzing thunder.

Han Yi twisted his arms and held the Fuyao sword tightly.

Blood flowers drift in the wind.

It was like blood-colored silk threads weaving a stunning picture among the mountains and fields.

Xue Ye opened her blood-filled eyes and released her mind without reservation, intending to suppress Han Yi's sword energy.

The muscles were shattered and the squeezing of internal organs made Han Yi feel extremely painful, but no matter how his body swayed, he never fell down, and the sword energy became more and more powerful.

If you want to defeat Xue Ye's Taixuan Mind Power, you must release enough powerful power in an instant. Xue Ye's Mind Power is a bit insufficient. The supplementary speed of the first chapter of "Silks of Silkworm Destruction" cannot keep up with the speed he consumed. That sword must be found at the most critical moment.

Although Han Yi was abused very badly by Xue Ye, Xue Ye was also seriously injured. Han Yi was always waiting for the best opportunity.

The snowy night gradually became a little unsustainable.

His face became paler and paler.

After being consumed, there was a gap in the supplementary power of the first chapter of "Silksaw Scroll", and his body and mind seemed to be hollowed out. When the mental power supplemented by "Silksaw Scroll" increased, he was about to release it all, but Han Yijiang, who seized the opportunity, also released his mind power and Qihai Lingyuan. The sword energy instantly grew and directly penetrated Xue Ye's chest!

Blood splattered.

It was a little fascinating to the snowy night's sight.

Han Yi's figure is very blurry.

And replaced by blood red.

There were black crows chirping on the treetops in the cold wind.

It stared at the picture, suddenly flapped its wings and swallowed a drop of blood splashing in the air in one bite.

Xue Ye staggered.

The sword marks on the chest are very eye-catching.

The blood completely dyed his white robe red.

It dripped with a click.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

He should have the absolute advantage, so why was he suddenly turned the tables by Han Yi?!

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Xue Ye was spraying blood out of his mouth, looking at Han Yi in a daze, "I have the Taoist Palace Taixuan, I have the "Silk of Silkworm Destruction". With my current strength, even a great monk in the lower realm of Xuanming has a great chance to kill him. Even if you are Han Yi, you are practicing the second chapter of "Silkworm Destruction". Even if you are qualified to reach the Xuanming realm, this should not be the result!"

Han Yi slowly put down the Fuyao Sword. He raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty and said in a soothing tone: "You are trained as a future saint of the Taoist Palace. Your qualifications are naturally high, but your Taixuan has not been cultivated to great success. "Silks of Silkworm Destruction" is just a first look at the path. If you can comprehend any of the two, you will definitely lose. As long as there are flaws, I can turn defeat into victory, but I have also paid a great price for this, and you have only lost half of the money."

He was not comforting the snowy night, but to take a further blow.

Xueye is a person who is extremely proud, and that is a kind of arrogance. He always claims to be arrogant and cannot tolerate any failure. He will lose completely and win just a little bit, and the blow to his heart is unparalleled.

Despair is not terrible, but seeing hope in despair and falling into deeper despair is the most terrible thing.

Xue Ye's eyes were already dead.

That is deeply trapped in despair.

He muttered the impossible in his mouth, as if he was crazy.

The remaining temple monks were also trembling in fear.

They rolled and crawled to escape.

They were easily caught up by Gu Shiyan and had lost their will to fight, and they were powerless to resist. They cried and asked Xueye for help.

Xue Ye looked at the picture and watched the temple monks die one by one under the sword of Gu Shiyan, without any movement, just watching.

After all the temple monks were eliminated, Gu Shiyan came to Han Yi and gently supported his arm.

Seeing Han Yi's body was covered in blood and even a small section of white bones were exposed outside his arms, Gu Shiyan did not cry like other girls, but her expression became very cold.

She walked towards the snowy night without any hesitation.

In Xueye's somewhat dull eyes, he kicked him down.

He stepped on the wound on his chest and crushed it hard.

A shrill scream resounded throughout the mountains and fields on a snowy night.

A group of black crows rattled into the sky.

Teacher Xiong secretly smacked his tongue, thinking that these two little guys are cruel enough, and they are indeed a perfect match.

Xue Ye struggled to escape.

But he couldn't escape Gu Shiyan's clutches at all.

The oozing blood even soaked Gu Shiyan's boots.

The screams of snowy night became weaker and weaker.

"Xiao Yan."

Han Yi called softly.

Gu Shiyan stopped crushing Xue Ye's wounds, reached out and grabbed Xue Ye's hair, dragged him, and fell under Han Yi's feet.

Han Yi squatted down slowly, and then sat on the ground.

He stared at the tears, and could not find any light in his eyes. Xue Ye, who was ashamed, said softly: "I have never come to you to kill you."

Xue Ye's eyes trembled.

Han Yi pulled the corner of his mouth, showed a strange smile, and said, "I want you to tell me the practice method of Taogong Taixuan. Let's discuss it. As long as you tell me, you can continue to live."

Blood foam spurted out from Xue Ye's mouth. He turned his head hard and stared at Han Yi's face, "Do you want to continue to smash my pride to the ground? What's the difference between me now and death? My dignity has been trampled under your feet by you. Continuing to live is the greatest humiliation for me."

Han Yi said: "It's better to die than to live. Why bother? All the temple monks are dead. As long as we don't tell them, who knows that your dignified Prince Xueye is so embarrassed? You can pick up your face and continue to use it."

Xue Ye suddenly became a little excited, coughed violently, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth. Han Yi's words were obviously another humiliation to him. He had to pick up the face that was crushed to pieces before using it? How could he bear that humiliation!

My life is not good!

He suddenly burst out and swung his clenched fist.

But Han Yi easily caught it.

Coughing blood on a snowy night.

Han Yi's face was also very pale.

He looked at Han Yi's slightly twisted arm. Even with that kind of hand, he could easily intercept his fist.

Although life is yours, sometimes it will become someone else's.

There was a crisp click.

The hand bone in the snowy night was twisted.

A shrill howl again came from his mouth.

The piece of bone that Han Yi's arm exposes was even more eye-catching, but he just frowned and didn't say a word.

Gu Shiyan's eyebrows trembled as she watched this scene.

She looked at Han Yi with some anger.

But Han Yi did not look at her, but stared at the howling snowy night and said, "From the moment I found you, your life no longer belongs to you. I give you the opportunity to choose. You must know how to cherish it. Do you want to continue living, or live or die, and continue to be trampled on with dignity. I think that should be a choice that is easy for you."

The snowy night really began to collapse.

On the verge of collapse, any straw can crush it.

Even if you have to hold on, you must have a belief that you are unwilling to abandon it, otherwise it will be difficult to hold on.

Xueye may not be afraid of death, but he is unwilling to give up his life by himself. It is an extremely cowardly act and a humiliation. However, if life is worse than death, it is also something that he cannot bear. In the final analysis, it is still humiliation.

He can be killed, and must not be so humiliated.

His hatred could not be suppressed.

But he can't do anything except hate.

Maybe Han Yi was right.

All the temple monks were dead, and as long as Han Yi and Teacher Xiong did not tell the matter, no one knew that Prince Xueye had experienced such shame.

But what Xue Ye really thought was that only by living can one take revenge, and only by dead people can one completely conceal this matter.

The prerequisite for letting Han Yi and the others die is that Xue Ye has to survive first.

That became his only thought of survival.

He held his broken right wrist with his left hand, leaned his head and collapsed on the ground, blood and tears filling his face.

"Even if you get Taixuan's practice method, you will never be able to beat Situ Chaoyuan. The gap between you and him is a world of difference. The "Silks of Silkworm Destruction" he has learned has no flaws and Taixuan. Even if there are slight flaws, you don't have the strength to break it. Why be so stubborn?"

Han Yi looked at him and said, "That's my business. You just need to tell me the method of Taixuan's practice."

Xue Ye murmured in a low voice. He didn't deliberately hide anything. Although Han Yi didn't know how to practice Taixuan at all, he could not tell the truth or falsehood. However, Teacher Xiong is a big thing in the upper realm of Xuanming. It can be seen whether there is any problem with a magical power.
To be continued...