My mood was surging, like a collision between a torrent and a dam roared across the sky. All my thoughts had no meaning at this moment, my mind was blank, and the purple sword element in my body became riot with the changes in my emotions. The broad and heavy sword element without losing its sharp sword element completely lost its guidance at this moment, and Lu Yun didn't want to guide anything at this moment.

The collision of sword elemental power made the meridians flowing continuously expand. The sword elemental power of the sword master level was already quite thick. Such a laissezing flow was undoubtedly huge to the damage to the meridians. A sliver of blood continued to overflow from the corners of the mouth, and the pupils were dissipated even more severely. I grabbed the purple-red sword hilt with my right hand and sniffed. The hot flames instantly burned the palms, and the bright red blood immediately covered the entire sword hilt. What was strange was that in addition to being instantly evaporated, the entire sword hilt turned into a blink of an eye. The strong red light almost squeezed the golden smoke that was originally filled with the room.

As if there was no pain at all, he just let the palms be disabled. The thick white bones were exposed almost after a moment, and then they quickly turned black by the blazing temperature. Looking at the hilt of the sword emitting a strong red light, Lu Yun's heart seemed to be stirred by something. The man's muscles slowly exerted force, the blue veins on his arms surged, and his eyes quickly turned red. He couldn't help but roaring to the sky. The roar broke through the shackles of the roof like a crazi wave of rivers. Even the golden mist above the Lu family trembled in an instant.

What happened? The people in Chaoyang Town couldn't help but look at each other. Why was there such helplessness in the roar? At this moment, no one thought about the deep cultivation of the roar. Only when they felt like a heavy rock was pressed on in their hearts, the incomparable depression made many people cry. The entire Chaoyang Town changed from the original noisy to the silence in a moment. Even many sentimental women had used more than one towel to wipe their tears.

On the side of Zixia Peak, a thin old man in a lilac robe walked slowly, his sleeves whirring by the mountain wind, but the old man had no natural expression at all. He took one step and the short seven inches long suddenly appeared three feet ahead when he landed, which made people feel very normal.

Suddenly, the old man stopped, and at this moment, it was the moment when Lu Yun roared, and felt the unusual meaning in the roar. The old man's ordinary expression changed for the first time, "Boy Lu, what do you want to do-" murmured, the old man did not hesitate, and a strong purple light flashed across his body, and his whole person immediately turned into a dazzling stream of light and rushed towards Chaoyang Town, dozens of miles below the mountain, crossing the air.

In the stone house, the intact left hand formed a sword finger, slowly extending a sharp purple sword energy, revealing a smile that was a hundred times worse than crying. Lu Yun turned around and looked at the familiar things outside the door, and the figure that had already left that had vaguely stayed. The left hand turned around, and the purple sword energy easily broke into the position of the left chest and atrium. The sword energy penetrated straight into it, silently coming out of the back, lowering his head and groaning, and the gurgling blood flowed out of his mouth, "Everything is over-"

With the empty hand, a bright red blood flowed out of the left chest, which was broken by the sword energy, which was the broken heart. The blood flow broke out a way out in the golden and red smoke, accurately hitting the purple-red sword body, and quickly spreading the entire magic sword like a maggot on the tarsal bone. The purple-red flame, which was originally extremely arrogant, seemed to have lost all its power at this moment, and let the thick plasma completely submerge it, as if it was pulled. The long sword broke out from Lu Yun's control and floated into the air in a tremor.

"cloud----"

"father----"

At the moment when he heard the whistle, Yan Ruyu and Lu Qing, who had just woken up, felt a thunderous twitch in his right eye, and his heart was as hard as if he had been pressed on a huge rock. The strong premonition made Yan Ruyu ignore the angry words he had said before. The two of them quickly rushed from the back room to the sword-making room in the center, but what they saw was the gushing red blood.

He quickly helped Lu Yun up, and swung the light purple sword energy in his hand. However, Lu Yun's sword energy just now had completely broken his heart veins, and took out the blood that maintained vitality. Without the maintenance of the surrounding meridians, how could the gushing plasma be blocked by Yan Ruyu's mere sword energy? Seeing that there was no effect, Yan Ruyu's gentle face immediately lost its color. He quickly tore off a piece of clothes to block the wound, and the snow-white clothes were also quickly turning red, deepening, and turning into deep red.

"Dad——, what's wrong with you? Aren't you doing well just now?" Lu Qing's eyes flushed and he said in a trembling tone. As a descendant of a single lineage of Lu's family, he still has a clear understanding of Lu Yun's current situation. The blood hole connected to the front and back of his left chest clearly means that the atrium located here has been completely penetrated. I am afraid that the top pharmacist on the mainland will have to be weak in the face of such a situation. How could it be saved by the mother's casual sword energy.

The vision in front of him gradually blurred, and the warmth of the past was felt on his face, "Yes, is it Ruyu?" The man tried hard to open his heavy eyes wide, but he could not see the figure in front of him clearly.

"I'm here, I'm here" Twitching his breath quickly, Yan Ruyu grabbed Lu Yun's right hand, which was already cold, and touched the shocking black finger bone between his fingers. Yan Ruyu couldn't help but burst into tears.

"I originally thought--thought I could change--improve the method of tempering this thousand-year-old fire gold. After casting the sword, I would - I would wash my hands with a golden basin, then - then -"

"Needless to say, I know, I know--" Yan Ruyu said with a sob, biting the corner of her mouth tightly with the hanging hair from her temples, leaving rows of deep tooth marks on her lower lip. The woman was already losing her face at this time.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's a pity that I still failed-"

Just as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ruyu and Lu Qing only felt a flash of purple light in front of him, and a purple figure appeared in front of him. The person who came was a lilac robe, his thin face frowned, but it was Xuanqing who rushed over quickly when he heard Lu Yun's roar. Yan Ruyu was obviously familiar with him, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and said anxiously to Xuanqing who appeared in front of him: "Elder Xuan, I beg you, save Yun--"

Xuan Qing frowned, and with his eyes, he saw that Lu Yun's vitality was gone, leaving only the last breath. However, when he saw Yan Ruyu's sad expression and Lu Qing's begging gaze on the side, his heart couldn't help but feel soft. Although he knew there was no hope, Xuan Qing still waved his hand and released a purple sword element. The sword element cut through the air and formed a bridge to connect to Lu Yun's chest. Yan Ruyu and Lu Qing stared at Xuan Qing's movements. At this moment, Xuan Qing's appearance was their only hope.

There has never been a moment when Lu Qing felt so confused. In his memory, his father was always a strong man who was obsessed with making swords. He grew up in Lu Yun's mouth muttering endlessly, hammering and fire. In his eyes, his father was so confident, especially when he made swords, such rhythmic rhythm made him deeply addicted. He never thought that such a thing would happen one day, and that father would leave him.

Feeling Xuanqing's pure sword energy, Lu Yun seemed to have improved a lot at once, and his eyes, which were almost narrowed, slowly opened, "Xuan, Elder Xuan——"

Seeing Lu Yun's left hand trying hard to raise, Xuan Qing felt ache in his heart. He stepped forward and reached out to hold it, "What else should I say? I'll complete it for you."

"Help me--help me teach Qing'er, adult--"

He nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I will treat him like a grandson, you, go with peace of mind--" With a sigh, Xuanqing stopped talking, and Lu Yun finally closed his eyes after this brief regaining.

Looking at the loose hand in his hand, Yan Ruyu finally couldn't support the darkness in front of him and fainted. At this moment, although Lu Qing still had tears in his eyes, there was an unusual firmness in his pupils, supporting Yan Ruyu who had fainted. Lu Qing and Xuanqing looked up at the magic sword floating above his head at the same time.

At this time, the divine sword was blood red all over, just like blood made of blood. The blood red flowed back and forth like flowing water, as if they felt the eyes of the two of them. With a clear dragon roar, the blood originally attached to the sword body quickly penetrated into the divine sword body, and the divine sword wrapped in it was also exposed. At this time, the divine sword was no longer exposed before, and the purple-red flames in the whole body had disappeared. In this way, a purple-red long sword emitting this light golden halo appeared in front of the two, and finally tempered the golden-level divine sword that opened its edge.

At the same time, at the moment when the magic sword got rid of the blood and was tempered, the people of Chaoyang Town were shocked to find that the sky suddenly darkened. Thousands of feet above the land mansion, a huge dark cloud covering about a hundred feet in a circle instantly condensed. Only a loud bang could be heard, and a purple thunder quickly flowed past the surface of the dark clouds, with a majestic power covering the sky and pointing directly to the golden clouds below.

In the sword-making room of Lu Mansion, Xuanqing and Lu Qing's expressions changed almost at the same time. Compared to Xuanqing's solemnity, a clear pain appeared on Lu Qing's face. Under the divine sword, the pressure they faced was second only to the divine sword itself. Of course, Xuanqing's cultivation was not taken seriously at all, while Lu Qing was different. He was just the sword attendant level at the top of the sword path, and he could not face such a world power.
Chapter completed!