"Jiansheng, are you all right?" the figure said slowly. His voice was full-bodied, his eyes bright and piercing. The gaunt cheeks and weathered bearing made my expression change abruptly.
"Master... M-Master..." Li Mufan shot to his feet, but instinctively froze. His face was as white as frost and snow, while his hands and body trembled uncontrollably!
Li Poxiao knitted his brows, but a trace of doubt remained in his eyes, as though he could not understand what was happening. Li Duanyue's cherry lips parted slightly. Even though she could not see, she could still sense the aura of someone familiar!
"Li... Jianchen..." My eyes widened. After calling out his name, I could not say another word. Why was Li Jianchen here? Why?
Li Jiansheng opened his eyes. Because of his severe injuries, he trembled as he looked at Li Jianchen before him. A strange glint appeared in his murky gaze. "Jianchen... is that you?"
I whipped my head toward my master. After a moment of astonishment, he vanished in an instant. Then he thrust out a hand and directly unleashed a Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams strike!
"It's me." Li Jianchen, who was standing far away, answered calmly. Then he drove his black longsword straight into Li Jiansheng's chest!
Bang!
A bloody hole exploded in Li Jiansheng's chest. He stared blankly at his friend—or perhaps at the person he should have served as a sword attendant—personally drawing his sword to kill him. Li Jiansheng gave a miserable smile, then violently vomited a mouthful of blood.
After pulling out the sword, a strand of Li Jiansheng's soul marrow was directly drawn into the other man's sword. Li Jianchen twisted his neck, producing two cracking sounds. His originally calm smile turned into a cold sneer. "Your condition is still fairly good. Qiu Cunzhi, you