Chapter 867 I Wish to Sink Just for Glory

Chapter 867 I Wish to Sink Just for Glory

The hot blood melted the snow all over the ground, and Han Ma lay in a pool of blood. （dukank，）

Han Jian got up from the pool of blood weakly, and the scarlet blood stained his face.

Standing staggering in the wind and snow, Han Jian raised his head, and there was a heart-rending pain from his broken arm.

Looking at the figure that was fading away, the firmness in Han Jian's eyes did not disappear, but became stronger, and his will would become stronger if he was tempered.

"As long as you live, you will have hope, and as long as you live, you will have faith!" Han Jian whispered: "I remember this sword!"

After speaking, Han Jian looked at the lonely broken arm on the platform, and with a wave of his left hand, his long sword rose from the ground and fell into his hand, Han Jian dragged the sword weapon and walked towards the steps step by step.

With every step, Han Jian had to leave a scarlet footprint on the snow.

The breath became weaker and weaker, and when Han Jian walked to Feng Ge and the others, Han Jian fell weakly on the snow, panting.

Everyone only saw this blood shadow, but they didn't see it, a crystal droplet of water crossed the corner of Han Jian's eyes and merged into the blood water.

Raising his head, Han Jian looked at the few people in front of him apologetically, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I lost!"

didn't find a reason for his failure, this is Han Jian. Hearing this, Feng Ge smiled, "Just live!"

Lu Jian gently pressed his right hand on Han Jian's shoulder, stopped the bleeding wound, and whispered, "It's okay, we're here!"

"My hand can hold the glory!" he whispered gloomily, his eyes gloomily looking at Han Jian's broken arm, and the killing intent spread out on his depressed body.

Liuye squatted down, carefully cleaned up Han Jian's injuries, and whispered: "As long as you live, you can pick up the calmness after frustration, the shame of this sword!"

Saying this, Liuye raised his head and looked at the steps where Tianhua Sect was located, with an inexplicable chill beating in his eyes.

On this stage, some people are high-spirited, and some people turn into ashes in the world, this is the road of the warrior, the warrior is never smooth sailing, but marches forward on the road of blood.

On the platform, the third Tianhua Sect disciple walked out with a sword, compared to the previous Hua Yue, this disciple's aura was not as strong as Hua Yue, but he was still a martial artist of the second layer of soul martial arts.

Liuye got up and was about to come out with his sword, but there was a person who was faster than him, depressed and holding his sword, taking a few steps, and whispering: "My share of your glory will be guarded by me!"

Depressed, as his name suggests, he never speaks much.

Coming from Sword God Peak, he always uses his sword to express his feelings, and along the way, Han Jian and others have encountered countless dangers, and he is always the one who stands at the forefront when he is depressed.

"Qi is potential, and there are many kinds of potential, the potential of the sect, the potential of the individual, and the power of the family!" whispered in a depressed voice, raised his head, stared at the clouds in the void, and muttered: "Today, I am not alone!"

Holding the sword, depressed stepped out, every step forward, the momentum on the depressed body became stronger, depressed was originally a second-layer martial artist of soul martial arts, but at this moment, its momentum was impressively approaching the third-layer martial artist of soul martial arts.

"Blood, only blood can be paid off!" The endless killing intent permeated out of the depressed body, and the momentum on the depressed body became more and more terrifying.

This momentum is not only his own momentum, but also Han Jian and them, this is the general trend of the Sword God Sect, as well as the depressed killing intent, the murderous momentum.

"There is also the momentum of murderous aura, only the momentum, the sword, and the body are combined to move the world with a sword!"

When Depressed stepped on the platform, the momentum on Depressed Body was no less than that of the third layer of Soul Martial Arts.

"The Sword God is depressed!" looked at the Tianhua Sect disciple in front of him, and said gloomily.

"Tianhua Sect Liu Ye!" The depressed voice hovered above the platform, and when he heard this, the Tianhua Sect disciple held his sword and said in the same loud voice.

However, at the moment when this disciple spoke, the depression moved, and a sword shot out, which was the strongest sword of depression, a sword with momentum, a sword, and a sword that moved the sky.

This sword was too fast, this sword was too unexpected, and at the moment when the sword light dissipated, its blood flashed.

The unexpected sword of depression directly slashed through the sky, breaking through the body protection sword qi on this Tianhua Sect disciple, and piercing his heart lightly, and the terrifying sword intent shattered his soul.

Blood dripped down the tip of the sword and fell on the snow, and this Tianhua Sect disciple was killed, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

Silence all around, those disciples of the non-entry sect and the third-rate sect all looked at this scene in astonishment, although the sword of this sword god sect disciple was terrifying, but the reason why he was able to kill with one sword was largely because he sneak attacked.

Taking advantage of the moment when the disciples of the Tianhua Sect spoke, he took out his sword to kill, which was undoubtedly a victory in the eyes of everyone.

In this regard, the disciples of the Tianhua Sect broke out one after another, and those sects that were close to the Tianhua Sect also shouted and reprimanded the disgraceful act of depression.

For the scolding around him, his depressed face never changed, and he didn't pay attention to it, but raised his head and looked at the old man above.

The shouts and reprimands around became louder and louder, and they all shouted and reprimanded that this was a sneak attack and violated the rules of Zongbi.

The old man looked around, and finally landed on the depression of the platform and the corpse, and did not hesitate, and said lightly: "This time, the Sword God Gate wins!"

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of the Tianhua Sect shouted unconvinced, saying that depression was better than martial arts, and those sects that were hostile to the Sword God Sect also spoke out one after another, condemning the disgraceful sword.

There was a lot of discussion, and there was chaos at the low steps below, but those second-rate sects and first-class sects were not involved, but some people were watching this farce.

His eyes narrowed slightly, he was condescending, looked depressed, and sighed slightly: "A very sensible child!"

"I am willing to bear the infamy of a lifetime, and I also want to create a ray of life for the sect!"

"Sword God Fengge, Sword God Hanjian, Sword God is depressed!" Hearing this, Xuan Jian Ruo looked at these people with deep meaning, paused, and said: "This is the Sword God Sect, the disciple of the Sword God Sect!"

"I kind of understand, why the ancestor has such a strong sense of belonging to the Sword God Sect!" Xuan Jian suddenly chuckled, and his gaze casually glanced at the Fire Emperor, the patriarch of the Vermilion Bird Clan.

"The leaves are finally going to fall to the roots, aren't they?" With his hands behind his back, Qing Jue chuckled, his eyes fell on his depressed body, "I can't wait, I want to see the five peaks of the Sword God and look at the four ancient peaks!"

"Me too, I want the Luna Stone Statue!"

While Qing Jue and the others were whispering, the protests from the non-entry sects below became stronger and stronger.

"What, do you have an opinion?" Catching a glimpse of those disciples of the Sect who were making trouble, the old man said lightly.

A bland sentence exploded in the sky, and its terrifying coercion spread out, enveloping the lower steps.

Under this coercion, those disciples of the non-enterable sect retreated a few steps back, their faces turned pale, although the old man only released a trace of coercion, but the coercion of the martial arts realm martial artists was terrifying.

Even when those sect masters faced this coercion, they also used their true qi to resist.

In an instant, the following was quiet again, and the majesty of the martial arts realm martial artists did not allow them to question it.

Seeing this scene, depression is a smile, can win a glimmer of life for the Sword God Sect, even if it is infamous.

Even if he was depressed and burdened with the infamy of a lifetime, he was depressed and had no regrets, put away his sword, turned around in depression, and walked towards the road he came, without a trace of momentum on his body.

Dressed in white like snow, without a trace of blood! Looking at the depressed figure, the disciples of Tianhua Sect could only be full of anger, and this game was determined with the words of the old man, and the Sword God Sect won two wins and one loss.

Coming with a sword, he looked at Lu Jian and a few people in a depressed manner, and whispered, "You won't blame me, will you?"

Hearing this, Lu Jian shook his head and smiled, clenched his right hand into a fist and lightly depressed it, and chuckled: "Fortunately, you didn't come back with a serious injury, otherwise I would have been distracted to take care of you again!"

"Momentum, sword, body, three in one, this sword is very beautiful!" Han Jian said thoughtfully, "You are stronger than before, even if you lose your right arm, I will not lag behind you in the future!"

"When you return to the sect, you will have to shoulder the obligation to protect us at that time!" Feng Ge also smiled.

"Come back safe and sound, and these two people will be in charge of you!" Liuye got up and handed the hemostatic powder in his hand to Depression.

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, he smiled gloomily, it is precisely because of these people, no matter what they do, they will always stand next to them and support themselves.

After taking the medicine powder, he didn't say anything in depression, squatted down, and carefully cleaned up Han Jian's injuries.

The depressed sword undoubtedly aroused the anger of Tianhua Sect, and in the fourth battle, Tianhua Sect sent a disciple whose strength was second only to Huayue, obviously, in this battle, Tianhua Sect wanted to recover the blood debt.

Huang Ming, a disciple of the Tianhua Sect, came out with a sword, and a cold killing intent appeared on his body.

Every time he took a step, a roar resounded in his void, and the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger, before going out to battle, the sect master of Tianhua Sect said to Huang Ming: "Disciples of Tianhua Sect can't die in vain!"

Huang Ming knew that the sect master's intention was to kill himself! Tianhua Sect had two people dead, but none of the Sword God Sect had died.

"Tianhua Sect Huang Ming!" stepping on the platform, the momentum of the peak of the second layer of his soul martial arts completely exploded, Huang Ming held his sword, and his fierce gaze fell on the steps where Han Jian and the others were.

The cheers spread out, and countless eyes converged on the location of the Sword God Gate, this battle, if the Sword God Gate wins, then the next battle will be unnecessary.

"The peak of the second layer of soul martial arts!" Lu Jian raised his head, and the snowflakes fell, dyeing the long flying hair white.

"Liuye and me, my strength is slightly superior, this person came with killing intent, and his shot must be extremely ruthless!"

"That person wants to kill, therefore, this battle can only be done by me!" Raising his sword, Lu Jian was about to take a step forward when a pair of slender hands pressed his shoulders.

Lu Jian turned his head, and his eyes met Liuye's smiling face

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