The Immortal Caressed Me and Received Immortality Volume 1
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Sister Linggu, this call echoed in the silent old house, but no one answered. I slowly walked into the room where Sister Linggu once lived. The room was filled with an old and decayed atmosphere. The portraits on the walls are blurry, as if they are hiding unknown secrets. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit me from behind. I turned around suddenly, but I only saw darkness. When I turned to face the room again, I found a tattered letter on the originally empty dressing table. The envelope was yellowed and had some strange symbols on it. I opened the letter tremblingly, and the handwriting on the letter was crooked: "Stop looking for the truth, otherwise you will be like me." My heart suddenly tightened, and at this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps downstairs, step by step, as if they were walking towards the room where I was. I clenched the letter in my hand and stared at the door nervously, not knowing what kind of terrifying existence would appear soon... The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and my breathing became faster. The door was slowly pushed open, and a figure appeared at the door. In the faint moonlight, I could see clearly that it was an old woman with a stooped figure. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were cloudy, and her face was covered with wrinkles. "Child, you shouldn't be here." The old woman's voice was hoarse and low. I pretended to be calm and asked: "Who are you? Where is Sister Linggu?" The old woman walked into the room slowly and sat on the bedside. "Linggu, she is no longer here. There are too many secrets hidden in this ancient house. What happened back then was too terrible, and everyone who knew the truth had a bad end." I asked closely: "What secret is it?"
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The bloody sunset dyed the wasteland into a sad crimson, like a splattered blood stain that could never dry up. Han Xue leaned against the shade of a weathered boulder, her violent breathing tearing at her lungs, and every inhalation brought pain like gravel friction. Even after a simple bandage, the wound on her right arm still sent out bursts of burning pain, reminding her of the brutality of the desperate counterattack not long ago. She won, using strategy and the courage to risk her life, killing three of her pursuers and severely wounding the centurion. However, the taste of victory is not sweet, but bitter mixed with blood, sweat and extreme exhaustion. The body seemed to be hollowed out, and every inch of the muscle was wailing, but the spirit was extremely awake due to the high tension and the impact of killing, even with a kind of cold excitement. She licked her chapped lips, poured out the last few drops of turbid liquid from her almost empty water bag, and moistened her throat, which was like it was on fire. But his eyes scanned the surroundings sharply. The two crossbowmen retreated with the severely wounded centurion, but they would never give up. This wasteland is still a huge prison, and Wang Wen, the man she was once familiar with but now a stranger to, and his elite cavalry are probably tracking down somewhere like hounds that have picked up a scent. You can't stop, you have to keep walking, as far away from the capital as possible, and as far away from the rocky area where Ying is buried as possible. She struggled to stand up, holding the "Xue Po" knife as a crutch, and continued to trek deeper into the wilderness. Her steps were frivolous and her figure was stumbling. She was completely different from the graceful young lady from Han Mansion in the past. The afterglow of the setting sun lengthened her shadow, projecting it lonely and stubbornly on the endless desolate land. The night quickly filled the sky like ink, the stars were sparse and the moonlight was dim. The cold began to replace the heat of the day and invaded her thin clothes. She found a shallow depression leeward and huddled up, trying to conserve what little body heat she had. Hunger was like a poisonous snake, gnawing at her stomach, making her dizzy. The ruthlessness and determination when killing enemies during the day slowly faded away in the quiet and cold night, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion and an indescribable hole. She killed someone. More than one. Although it was for self-protection, even though they were enemies who wanted her life, the feeling of the fresh life being extinguished in her hands was like a brand, burning her soul. When she closed her eyes, she seemed to still be able to see the warmth spraying from the archer's throat, and feel the sluggish feeling of the blade cutting through the leather armor and cutting into the flesh. Her stomach was churning, and she retched several times, but nothing came out. "Live on... Find out the truth..." Ying's final words sounded again, like ice-cold water, dousing the negative emotions surging in her heart. Yes, living is not to survive, but to carry all this and go on. The Han family's blood feud, her father's injustice, Ying's sacrifice... These weights forced her to bury those weaknesses, fears and inappropriate pity deeply. She tightened her grip on the "Xue Po" beside her, and the cold touch on the handle calmed her chaotic mind. This is the sword left by my father, and it is the inheritance of the Han family. Now he drinks the blood of his enemies. Perhaps this is her fate. When the sky was dim, Han Xue was awakened by the faint sound of horse hooves. The voice was still far away, but its direction was clear, and it was coming towards her! And listening to the noise, there are far more people than the team yesterday! She felt a chill in her heart, and stood up with strength, looking far into the distance. On the horizon, dust was rising slightly, and a group of about ten cavalrymen were approaching in a fan shape toward the area where she hid last night. The person at the head was tall and tall, and even in the blurry morning light, one could feel the familiar yet chilling aura. Wang Wen! He came in person! Han Xue's heart suddenly tightened. Although yesterday's ambush was successful, it also completely exposed her whereabouts and determination to resist, which obviously angered the commander of the Forbidden Army, causing him to personally lead the team and launch a more rigorous and ruthless pursuit. Run! This was her only thought. But her tired body and injured arm severely slowed her down. The sound of horse hooves behind him was like a drum beat, getting closer and closer, and the shouts of the knights could even be heard. "Over there!" "Surround her! Don't let her escape again!" Han Xue gritted her teeth and ran forward desperately, her lungs pulling like bellows. However, how can two legs outrun a four-legged war horse? Soon, cavalry were surrounding her on both sides, trying to surround her. Seeing that he was about to be completely trapped to death, Han Xue swept his eyes across the front and discovered an area lined with strange rocks, with jagged stone pillars and complex terrain. She rushed in without hesitation, using the cover of the stone pillars to avoid the sporadic arrows fired from behind. "Dismount! Go in and search! She can't run far!" Wang Wen's calm command came, with an undoubted killing intent. The cavalrymen dismounted one after another, leaving a few people to guard the horses. The remaining seven or eight people, holding weapons in hand, formed a battle formation and entered the stone forest cautiously. Wang Wen was holding his long sword and walking at the front of the team, his eyes scanning every possible shadow like a hawk. Han Xue leaned against a thick stone pillar, holding her breath, listening to the footsteps getting closer and the sound of armor rubbing against each other. She could feel Wang Wen's breath, that cold, oppressive familiar breath, approaching. Despair is like ice water, slowly soaking into the limbs and bones. Being trapped in this stone forest, with soldiers guarding her horses outside, she was almost in a desperate situation. She has just begun to get a glimpse of the sword skills taught by Ying. Her physical strength is on the verge of exhaustion and her injuries have not healed... Facing Wang Wen and his elite, does she still have a chance? At this moment, her eyes fell on the "Xue Po" held tightly in her hand. The blade of the sword reflected the faint light that penetrated from the cracks in the stone, glowing with a cold color. Her father hid the knife in the temple and taught Ying the essence of knife skills before he died. Was it just to give her more power to protect herself during her escape? No, this knife should carry more things. It is the character of the Han family, the will to revenge, and the sharp edge that cuts through all conspiracies! An inexplicable courage, mixed with the accumulated humiliation, anger, sadness and unwillingness, surged and accumulated in her chest like lava. Escape and hiding have come to an end. If she is destined to die, she will die standing and make these executioners who framed the Han family and whose hands are stained with the blood of her relatives pay the price! The footsteps stopped on the other side of the stone pillar. Wang Wen's voice came clearly, with a hint of complicated meaning, but more of a cold determination: "Han Xue, come out. You have no way out. If you surrender, you may suffer less." Han Xue did not answer. She slowly adjusted her breathing and poured all the remaining strength in her body, along with her boiling will to die, into her right arm holding the knife. The pain seemed to be suppressed at this moment, leaving only a burning sensation that was almost burning. She moved. Instead of fleeing in embarrassment from behind the stone pillar, he suddenly stepped out and appeared in Wang Wen's sight! The sudden appearance stunned all the soldiers, including Wang Wen. What they saw was no longer a weak woman running away in a hurry, but an avenger with cold eyes, blood all over his body but a straight spine and a long knife in his hand. "Han Xue..." Wang Wen looked at her, a flash of extremely fast and hard-to-catch emotion flashed in his eyes, maybe it was surprise, maybe it was something else, but it was quickly replaced by the cold light, "You still want to resist?" "Wang Wen," Han Xue's voice was hoarse due to thirst and exhaustion, but it carried an unprecedented calmness and determination, "The Han family is full of loyal people, how can they rebel? You framed Zhongliang and forced me to come here. Today, I will use this Han family's ancestral 'Xue Po' to repay the first blood debt from you!" Before she finished speaking, she took the lead in launching the attack! It's not a defense, it's not a free fight, it's an indomitable slash that gathers all the strength and willpower! The target is directly at Wang Wen! This sword is as fast as lightning and cruel and decisive! The wind of the knife tore through the air, making a shrill roar, and the cold light of the knife seemed to freeze the surrounding air! This is a sword that combines her years of desperate fighting experience, the essence taught by the shadow, and all the power bursting out from deep in her heart! It was a sword that surpassed all previous moves and condensed all her energy at this moment! Wang Wen finally showed a truly solemn look in his eyes. He didn't expect that Han Xue could burst out with such powerful and pure killing intent and sword power in such a desperate situation! This is no longer the Miss Han who needs him to betray her secretly and needs to rely on others for protection! He did not dare to neglect, and the long sword in his hand instantly unsheathed, turned into a stream of light, and met the falling blade accurately! "Dang--!" The deafening sound of gold and iron clashing exploded in the stone forest, and sparks flew everywhere! A huge force far beyond Wang Wen's expectation came from the sword, which made his wrist numb and his mouth aching. He actually took half a step back involuntarily! Han Xue, on the other hand, took advantage of the force of the collision and spun strangely. Before the sword was used up, it had already changed its move and slashed horizontally towards Wang Wen's waist and abdomen! Smart, ruthless, not like a beginner at all! Wang Wen was horrified and hurriedly returned his sword to block. At the same time, his steps changed, trying to distance himself and regroup. But Han Xue was like a gangrene attached to his bones, his swords were shining densely, and he was attacking like a tide. He completely ignored his own defense, and each sword carried a tragic momentum of death! She used the footwork taught by Ying to the extreme and shuttled through the narrow gaps in the stone forest. The blade always struck from the most tricky and unexpected angles. The surrounding soldiers wanted to step forward to attack, but were blocked by the fierce fighting between the two men, making it difficult for them to intervene. "Tsk!" Wang Wen's shoulder armor was scratched by the blade, leaving a shallow blood mark. Although he relied on his rich experience and higher internal strength cultivation to resolve Han Xue's killing moves many times, Han Xue's life-threatening fighting style and the occasional chill that seemed to erode his inner breath from the "Snow Soul" sword made him extremely troublesome. Being unable to fight for a long time, and even being faintly suppressed, made Wang Wen's heart sink, and at the same time aroused a trace of real anger and murderous intent. He can't hold back anymore! Watching Han Xue take a breath, Wang Wen's inner strength suddenly exploded. The long sword shined brightly, and he stabbed with unparalleled sharpness, like a poisonous dragon coming out of its cave, going straight to Han Xue's heart! The speed, power, and timing of this sword were all perfect, almost blocking all possibilities for Han Xue to dodge! Seeing the tip of the sword reaching his body, Han Xue's eyes flashed with determination. She did not choose to block or dodge, but poured all her strength into "Xue Po". Without dodging or dodging, she slashed towards Wang Wen's neck with the same knife, with an indomitable and brutal momentum! Life for life! Wang Wen's pupils shrank suddenly! He didn't expect Han Xue to be so decisive! Although he can pierce Han Xue's heart with a sword, Han Xue's sword that condenses all his power and even burns his life can definitely cut off his head! In the flash of lightning, the instinct of survival and concerns about the mission (and perhaps a trace of unexplainable complex emotions) made Wang Wen deflect the tip of the sword abruptly, and at the same time tried his best to turn sideways, trying to avoid the life-threatening blade. "Pfft!" The sound of a sharp knife penetrating flesh was heard. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The tip of Wang Wen's sword scraped against Han Xue's side, bringing up a stream of blood. Han Xue's "Snow Soul", with its piercing cold light, cut Wang Wen's throat accurately and without any hindrance. Blood surged out like a fountain. The long sword in Wang Wen's hand fell to the ground with a clang. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he covered his neck with both hands in vain, trying to stop the flow of life, but it only made the blood stain his fingers and the armor on his chest faster. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but all he could make was a horrifying sound of air leaking. He stared at Han Xue, his eyes full of shock, unwillingness, and an indescribable and ultimately relieved complex emotion. Then, his tall body slowly and heavily fell backwards, stirring up a cloud of dust. There was dead silence. All the soldiers were stunned, as if they had been cast with a restraining spell. They looked in disbelief at the fact that the commander they thought was highly skilled in martial arts and invincible actually fell under the knife of this seemingly weak girl whom they had been chasing for a long time. Han Xue stood on the spot holding the knife, panting violently. The blood from the wound under her ribs flowed out gurglingly, mixing with the warm blood from Wang Wen's throat splashing on her face and body, exuding a strong and nauseating bloody smell. She looked at Wang Wen's eyes that were gradually losing their luster, and at his once familiar face that was now filled with pain and death. The scenes of playing together as children, his cold gaze when the Han Mansion was surrounded, the complicated look in his eyes when he finally let go in the alley... Countless scenes flashed through her mind, and finally settled on the blood spurting out of his throat. There was no expected pleasure, nor the expected violent mood swings. There is only a kind of coldness and numbness that goes deep into the bone marrow. It seemed that something was completely shattered with this knife, and something was completely solidified at this moment. She slowly raised her right hand holding the knife. On the "Xue Po" blade, the bright red blood was slowly sliding down the cold blade, dripping onto the dry land, leaving a small dark red mark. For the first time, she took the initiative and had a clear goal. For the first time, she used this family heirloom sword to kill someone she once knew, who was also the top leader who was chasing her. The snow-white blade is filled with the blood of the enemy. She raised her head and glanced at the soldiers who were still in shock and fear with her cold eyes. The person caught by her gaze took a step back involuntarily, and the hand holding the weapon was trembling slightly. Han Xue did not look at them again, nor did she pay attention to Wang Wen who fell to the ground. She just turned around silently, dragging her scarred body that had almost reached its limit, and continued walking towards the depths of the wasteland step by step, firmly and staggeringly. Behind him are the dead stone forest, the corpses that are gradually becoming cold, and the soldiers who are completely frightened and dare not pursue them. In front of me is a road that is still unknown but must be moved forward. The "Snow Soul" in the hand is heavy and hot.
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The bloody sunset dyed the wasteland into a sad crimson, like a splattered blood stain that could never dry up. Han Xue leaned against the shade of a weathered boulder, her violent breathing tearing at her lungs, and every inhalation brought pain like gravel friction. Even after a simple bandage, the wound on her right arm still sent out bursts of burning pain, reminding her of the brutality of the desperate counterattack not long ago. She won, using strategy and the courage to risk her life, killing three of her pursuers and severely wounding the centurion. However, the taste of victory is not sweet, but bitter mixed with blood, sweat and extreme exhaustion. The body seemed to be hollowed out, and every inch of the muscle was wailing, but the spirit was extremely awake due to the high tension and the impact of killing, even with a kind of cold excitement. She licked her chapped lips, poured out the last few drops of turbid liquid from her almost empty water bag, and moistened her throat, which was like it was on fire. But his eyes scanned the surroundings sharply. The two crossbowmen retreated with the severely wounded centurion, but they would never give up. This wasteland is still a huge prison, and Wang Wen, the man she was once familiar with but now a stranger to, and his elite cavalry are probably tracking down somewhere like hounds that have picked up a scent. You can't stop, you have to keep walking, as far away from the capital as possible, and as far away from the rocky area where Ying is buried as possible. She struggled to stand up, holding the "Xue Po" knife as a crutch, and continued to trek deeper into the wilderness. Her steps were frivolous and her figure was stumbling. She was completely different from the graceful young lady from Han Mansion in the past. The afterglow of the setting sun lengthened her shadow, projecting it lonely and stubbornly on the endless desolate land. The night quickly filled the sky like ink, the stars were sparse and the moonlight was dim. The cold began to replace the heat of the day and invaded her thin clothes. She found a shallow depression leeward and huddled up, trying to conserve what little body heat she had. Hunger was like a poisonous snake, gnawing at her stomach, making her dizzy. The ruthlessness and determination when killing enemies during the day slowly faded away in the quiet and cold night, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion and an indescribable hole. She killed someone. More than one. Although it was for self-protection, even though they were enemies who wanted her life, the feeling of the fresh life being extinguished in her hands was like a brand, burning her soul. When she closed her eyes, she seemed to still be able to see the warmth spraying from the archer's throat, and feel the sluggish feeling of the blade cutting through the leather armor and cutting into the flesh. Her stomach was churning, and she retched several times, but nothing came out. "Live on... Find out the truth..." Ying's final words sounded again, like ice-cold water, dousing the negative emotions surging in her heart. Yes, living is not to survive, but to carry all this and go on. The Han family's blood feud, her father's injustice, Ying's sacrifice... These weights forced her to bury those weaknesses, fears and inappropriate pity deeply. She tightened her grip on the "Xue Po" beside her, and the cold touch on the handle calmed her chaotic mind. This is the sword left by my father, and it is the inheritance of the Han family. Now he drinks the blood of his enemies. Perhaps this is her fate. When the sky was dim, Han Xue was awakened by the faint sound of horse hooves. The voice was still far away, but its direction was clear, and it was coming towards her! And listening to the noise, there are far more people than the team yesterday! She felt a chill in her heart, and stood up with strength, looking far into the distance. On the horizon, dust was rising slightly, and a group of about ten cavalrymen were approaching in a fan shape toward the area where she hid last night. The person at the head was tall and tall, and even in the blurry morning light, one could feel the familiar yet chilling aura. Wang Wen! He came in person! Han Xue's heart suddenly tightened. Although yesterday's ambush was successful, it also completely exposed her whereabouts and determination to resist, which obviously angered the commander of the Forbidden Army, causing him to personally lead the team and launch a more rigorous and ruthless pursuit. Run! This was her only thought. But her tired body and injured arm severely slowed her down. The sound of horse hooves behind him was like a drum beat, getting closer and closer, and the shouts of the knights could even be heard. "Over there!" "Surround her! Don't let her escape again!" Han Xue gritted her teeth and ran forward desperately, her lungs pulling like bellows. However, how can two legs outrun a four-legged war horse? Soon, cavalry were surrounding her on both sides, trying to surround her. Seeing that he was about to be completely trapped to death, Han Xue swept his eyes across the front and discovered an area lined with strange rocks, with jagged stone pillars and complex terrain. She rushed in without hesitation, using the cover of the stone pillars to avoid the sporadic arrows fired from behind. "Dismount! Go in and search! She can't run far!" Wang Wen's calm command came, with an undoubted killing intent. The cavalrymen dismounted one after another, leaving a few people to guard the horses. The remaining seven or eight people, holding weapons in hand, formed a battle formation and entered the stone forest cautiously. Wang Wen was holding his long sword and walking at the front of the team, his eyes scanning every possible shadow like a hawk. Han Xue leaned against a thick stone pillar, holding her breath, listening to the footsteps getting closer and the sound of armor rubbing against each other. She could feel Wang Wen's breath, that cold, oppressive familiar breath, approaching. Despair is like ice water, slowly soaking into the limbs and bones. Being trapped in this stone forest, with soldiers guarding her horses outside, she was almost in a desperate situation. She has just begun to get a glimpse of the sword skills taught by Ying. Her physical strength is on the verge of exhaustion and her injuries have not healed... Facing Wang Wen and his elite, does she still have a chance? At this moment, her eyes fell on the "Xue Po" held tightly in her hand. The blade of the sword reflected the faint light that penetrated from the cracks in the stone, glowing with a cold color. Her father hid the knife in the temple and taught Ying the essence of knife skills before he died. Was it just to give her more power to protect herself during her escape? No, this knife should carry more things. It is the character of the Han family, the will to revenge, and the sharp edge that cuts through all conspiracies! An inexplicable courage, mixed with the accumulated humiliation, anger, sadness and unwillingness, surged and accumulated in her chest like lava. Escape and hiding have come to an end. If she is destined to die, she will die standing and make these executioners who framed the Han family and whose hands are stained with the blood of her relatives pay the price! The footsteps stopped on the other side of the stone pillar. Wang Wen's voice came clearly, with a hint of complicated meaning, but more of a cold determination: "Han Xue, come out. You have no way out. If you surrender, you may suffer less." Han Xue did not answer. She slowly adjusted her breathing and poured all the remaining strength in her body, along with her boiling will to die, into her right arm holding the knife. The pain seemed to be suppressed at this moment, leaving only a burning sensation that was almost burning. She moved. Instead of fleeing in embarrassment from behind the stone pillar, he suddenly stepped out and appeared in Wang Wen's sight! The sudden appearance stunned all the soldiers, including Wang Wen. What they saw was no longer a weak woman running away in a hurry, but an avenger with cold eyes, blood all over his body but a straight spine and a long knife in his hand. "Han Xue..." Wang Wen looked at her, a flash of extremely fast and hard-to-catch emotion flashed in his eyes, maybe it was surprise, maybe it was something else, but it was quickly replaced by the cold light, "You still want to resist?" "Wang Wen," Han Xue's voice was hoarse due to thirst and exhaustion, but it carried an unprecedented calmness and determination, "The Han family is full of loyal people, how can they rebel? You framed Zhongliang and forced me to come here. Today, I will use this Han family's ancestral 'Xue Po' to repay the first blood debt from you!" Before she finished speaking, she took the lead in launching the attack! It's not a defense, it's not a free fight, it's an indomitable slash that gathers all the strength and willpower! The target is directly at Wang Wen! This sword is as fast as lightning and cruel and decisive! The wind of the knife tore through the air, making a shrill roar, and the cold light of the knife seemed to freeze the surrounding air! This is a sword that combines her years of desperate fighting experience, the essence taught by the shadow, and all the power bursting out from deep in her heart! It was a sword that surpassed all previous moves and condensed all her energy at this moment! Wang Wen finally showed a truly solemn look in his eyes. He didn't expect that Han Xue could burst out with such powerful and pure killing intent and sword power in such a desperate situation! This is no longer the Miss Han who needs him to betray her secretly and needs to rely on others for protection! He did not dare to neglect, and the long sword in his hand instantly unsheathed, turned into a stream of light, and met the falling blade accurately! "Dang--!" The deafening sound of gold and iron clashing exploded in the stone forest, and sparks flew everywhere! A huge force far beyond Wang Wen's expectation came from the sword, which made his wrist numb and his mouth aching. He actually took half a step back involuntarily! Han Xue, on the other hand, took advantage of the force of the collision and spun strangely. Before the sword was used up, it had already changed its move and slashed horizontally towards Wang Wen's waist and abdomen! Smart, ruthless, not like a beginner at all! Wang Wen was horrified and hurriedly returned his sword to block. At the same time, his steps changed, trying to distance himself and regroup. But Han Xue was like a gangrene attached to his bones, his swords were shining densely, and he was attacking like a tide. He completely ignored his own defense, and each sword carried a tragic momentum of death! She used the footwork taught by Ying to the extreme and shuttled through the narrow gaps in the stone forest. The blade always struck from the most tricky and unexpected angles. The surrounding soldiers wanted to step forward to attack, but were blocked by the fierce fighting between the two men, making it difficult for them to intervene. "Tsk!" Wang Wen's shoulder armor was scratched by the blade, leaving a shallow blood mark. Although he relied on his rich experience and higher internal strength cultivation to resolve Han Xue's killing moves many times, Han Xue's life-threatening fighting style and the occasional chill that seemed to erode his inner breath from the "Snow Soul" sword made him extremely troublesome. Being unable to fight for a long time, and even being faintly suppressed, made Wang Wen's heart sink, and at the same time aroused a trace of real anger and murderous intent. He can't hold back anymore! Watching Han Xue take a breath, Wang Wen's inner strength suddenly exploded. The long sword shined brightly, and he stabbed with unparalleled sharpness, like a poisonous dragon coming out of its cave, going straight to Han Xue's heart! The speed, power, and timing of this sword were all perfect, almost blocking all possibilities for Han Xue to dodge! Seeing the tip of the sword reaching his body, Han Xue's eyes flashed with determination. She did not choose to block or dodge, but poured all her strength into "Xue Po". Without dodging or dodging, she slashed towards Wang Wen's neck with the same knife, with an indomitable and brutal momentum! Life for life! Wang Wen's pupils shrank suddenly! He didn't expect Han Xue to be so decisive! Although he can pierce Han Xue's heart with a sword, Han Xue's sword that condenses all his power and even burns his life can definitely cut off his head! In the flash of lightning, the instinct of survival and concerns about the mission (and perhaps a trace of unexplainable complex emotions) made Wang Wen deflect the tip of the sword abruptly, and at the same time tried his best to turn sideways, trying to avoid the life-threatening blade. "Pfft!" The sound of a sharp knife penetrating flesh was heard. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The tip of Wang Wen's sword scraped against Han Xue's side, bringing up a stream of blood. Han Xue's "Snow Soul", with its piercing cold light, cut Wang Wen's throat accurately and without any hindrance. Blood surged out like a fountain. The long sword in Wang Wen's hand fell to the ground with a clang. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he covered his neck with both hands in vain, trying to stop the flow of life, but it only made the blood stain his fingers and the armor on his chest faster. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but all he could make was a horrifying sound of air leaking. He stared at Han Xue, his eyes full of shock, unwillingness, and an indescribable and ultimately relieved complex emotion. Then, his tall body slowly and heavily fell backwards, stirring up a cloud of dust. There was dead silence. All the soldiers were stunned, as if they had been cast with a restraining spell. They looked in disbelief at the fact that the commander they thought was highly skilled in martial arts and invincible actually fell under the knife of this seemingly weak girl whom they had been chasing for a long time. Han Xue stood on the spot holding the knife, panting violently. The blood from the wound under her ribs flowed out gurglingly, mixing with the warm blood from Wang Wen's throat splashing on her face and body, exuding a strong and nauseating bloody smell. She looked at Wang Wen's eyes that were gradually losing their luster, and at his once familiar face that was now filled with pain and death. The scenes of playing together as children, his cold gaze when the Han Mansion was surrounded, the complicated look in his eyes when he finally let go in the alley... Countless scenes flashed through her mind, and finally settled on the blood spurting out of his throat. There was no expected pleasure, nor the expected violent mood swings. There is only a kind of coldness and numbness that goes deep into the bone marrow. It seemed that something was completely shattered with this knife, and something was completely solidified at this moment. She slowly raised her right hand holding the knife. On the "Xue Po" blade, the bright red blood was slowly sliding down the cold blade, dripping onto the dry land, leaving a small dark red mark. For the first time, she took the initiative and had a clear goal. For the first time, she used this family heirloom sword to kill someone she once knew, who was also the top leader who was chasing her. The snow-white blade is filled with the blood of the enemy. She raised her head and glanced at the soldiers who were still in shock and fear with her cold eyes. The person caught by her gaze took a step back involuntarily, and the hand holding the weapon was trembling slightly. Han Xue did not look at them again, nor did she pay attention to Wang Wen who fell to the ground. She just turned around silently, dragging her scarred body that had almost reached its limit, and continued walking towards the depths of the wasteland step by step, firmly and staggeringly. Behind him are the dead stone forest, the corpses that are gradually becoming cold, and the soldiers who are completely frightened and dare not pursue them. In front of me is a road that is still unknown but must be moved forward. The "Snow Soul" in the hand is heavy and hot.
