Chapter 8 — Heart Cave Thien Kiep

The sword energy is rushing, each move is life-changing. Thunder roared, steel clashed, and the smell of blood spread in the air. But obviously, Tran Tinh Hao was anxious to return to Kiem Tong - her steps were unstable, her sword posture was somewhat chaotic. "Now!" I took the opportunity, Vo Vong flashed a cold ray of light, straight through the defense, penetrating the tip of the sword into her heart! At the same moment, she also summoned a second sword, a beam of cold light slashed down, penetrating deeply into my shoulder. “Poof!” The two swords were pulled out at the same time, the smell of blood rising up into his throat. Tran Tinh Hao's whole body trembled, he took a few steps back, leaning against the tree behind him, his breathing was chaotic, the corners of his lips were still stained with an evil smile. I tightened my grip on Vo Vong, intending to take the opportunity to attack, but as soon as I raised my sword, my hand suddenly trembled violently - my entire arm completely lost feeling. I lowered my head —— From the wound on my shoulder, thick black blood continuously oozed out, running down my sleeve, soaking cold in every inch of my skin. Immediately, the bones and marrow felt like they were being bitten by countless insects, itching and burning to the core, and the energy was scattered. "Poison…!" Opposite, Tran Tinh Hao spit out a mouthful of bright red blood, half kneeling on the ground, but his strange smile still did not disappear. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hoarse voice laughed coldly: "Sure enough... a disciple of the sect..." "That's good." “Today, you will be with your perverted master ——” She slightly raised the corner of her lips, her smile was evil, each word was stained with blood, filled with hatred: “…go to HELL together!” Angered by Tran Tinh Hao's words, I changed my sword to my left hand, the sword light glowed, murderous aura filled me: "To hell - it should be you!" I've already died once. Now, I no longer know fear. Vo Vong broke through the air current and stabbed deeply into Tran Tinh Hao's chest - At that moment, my whole body lost all strength, my blood was chaotic, my whole body fell backwards. In the moment of coma, the last thought made my heart ache: "If I go to hell... I can... see my master again... I just hope... to kiss him one last time..." But the heart-wrenching pain never came. Instead, a soft stream of magic power suddenly enveloped my body, holding me in a warm embrace. At that moment, the familiar cold breath rushed in - the cold scent of incense, engraved deep in the bones. Meanwhile, Tran Tinh Hao, who had already fallen, was suddenly covered by a white magic spell, golden light circulated, and his breath gradually returned. “Master… Venerable?” My voice was hoarse, I wanted to open my mouth to explain... But as soon as my lips parted, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, staining my white sleeve. My chest is constricted, my breathing is chaotic, my mind is full of thoughts - I want to explain. I want to tell people that I am not arbitrary. I want you to understand that... I didn't kill you out of jealousy, but because... you betrayed the Sword Sect. I want to die a transparent death, I don't want... to let people consider me an unreasonable person. Tu Bach hugged me tightly to his chest, using one hand to block my chaotic meridians. His voice was low and arrogant: "A Ly." “Don't be afraid.” But the human eyes, murderous aura condensed like thousands of years of ice and snow, looked towards Tran Tinh Hao who had just woken up, cold to the point of numbness. Long fingers tightly grasped the Chi Gioi sword, the tip of the sword pointed straight at her, her voice fell, cold as a penetrating tip of ice. bloodline: “Detoxification.” Tran Tinh Hao lay on the ground, breathing heavily, eyes filled with resentment. In the ivory white light, his face was strangely distorted. He coughed and let out an arrogant laugh: "You... you... why are you still alive?" “Less talk is meaningless.” Tu Bach clenched her fist, Chi Gioi sword swung down, a sword intent as sharp as lightning penetrated her calf. “Ah——!” The horrifying scream echoed throughout ten miles of forest, causing the night to freeze.

“Speak!” “How to detoxify?!” His voice echoed like thunder in the sky, his breath pressed straight to the ground. Tran Tinh Hao laughed dryly, the corners of his lips were bleeding, his laughter was as cold as a knife: "Ha... ha ha... This... is the poison of the Demon Race..." "Even you, Tu Bach, it's still... difficult to solve!" The person's eyes were dark, murderous aura was rolling like a tornado, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, his voice was chillingly calm: "It's just... a little more difficult." "The teacher has countless ways... to force you to say it." As soon as the words fell - the silver-white magic formation that had originally covered Tran Tinh Hao suddenly erupted, the talismans flashed, each thin light fiber turned into an invisible chain lock, tightly wrapping her limbs, every inch of skin seemed to be being torn apart, penetrating into the marrow of the bones, each wave of spiritual energy was like fire burning into the bones and tendons. The heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the mountains and forests, bright red blood seeped into the ground, white smoke rose from the flesh, emitting a strong fishy smell, mixing with the cold air from Tu Bach's sword intent. Tran Tinh Hao's heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the mountains and forests, shaking my heart and soul, but my breathing... became more and more chaotic. Just as her hazy consciousness was about to drift away, her hoarse voice rang out, mixed with a painful moan: "I... I said... Blood heart! You... only need his blood heart... to be able to... detoxify!" Tu Bach immediately withdrew Chi Gioi, but the binding formation still did not disappear. White light penetrated Tran Tinh Hao's skin, her skin gradually withered inch by inch, her bones and tendons seemed to be broken, she rolled around in pain like burning fire. I was placed on the ground by Tu Bach, my eyelids were heavy, but I still vaguely saw his every move - He held a silver dagger, without hesitation slashing his chest, red blood gushed out, each drop of blood flowed like golden light - His blood, rich in spiritual energy, was fed drop by drop into my lips. I opened my mouth with difficulty, my voice hoarse like rain clouds: "Master... Disciple... I care for you." My heartbeat gradually slowed down, became weaker, I could only clearly see the face of the person at a close distance - a face as cold as snow, eyes like ice piercing through the heart, but now, in those eyes... there was a layer of extremely complex emotions. I just want... before I die, to kiss you one last time. The world around us is blurry. The sound of rain mixed with the blood. The ears echoed with someone's low voice, like an illusion, both near and far: "A Ly... be good... When you come back, we will get married." Maybe... it was those words that made me hold on for the last breath, or maybe... your dedication really worked - I didn't die. But when I opened my eyes... the current situation... wasn't much better. I am imprisoned. And the place where I was imprisoned was my master's bed! My hands and feet are locked with golden chains, the lock array flashes each line of talismans, every time I move slightly, the chains clang against each other, echoing like Reminder: I am your prisoner. "Sister Phuong! You're awake!" The close maid's voice quickly rang out, her eyes were red. Seeing me open my eyes, she quickly knelt down next to the bed, crying and saying in one breath: "That day the Demon Clan attacked the Sword Sect, everyone thought that Saint Venerable had been murdered, and even planned to kill him..." "Who would have thought... that it was Saint Venerable who poisoned the enemy, using a trick to lure the enemy!" Me: “…”