With three consecutive strikes, the imperial master was caught off guard and retreated steadily.

But Yan Shouyi’s real killer move was hidden at this last moment!

He gave up his Zanpakutō and used it to gain a chance for the Zulong Sword.

A slight chance to kill the national master! !

At this moment, Yan Shouyi felt mixed emotions in his heart.

He thought of many faces.

General Qingjiang, Princess Yushu, Lianhe, Zou Xiazi, the old Heavenly Master Zhang Yin, Abbot Yansong, the leader of Lujing...

Also, Long Flying city.

Everyone’s voices and smiles turned into the most terrifying sadness and anger in Yan Shouyi’s heart, and finally turned into the frightened face of the Imperial Master in front of him!

"Using blood as a guide and Qi as a matchmaker, the heavens are swaying to prove the heart of my sword!

" All things in the world are divine swords. Listen to my orders and subdue them. Destroy the demons!"

Yan Shou's cry was like a bell, resounding throughout the world!

The true dragon purple energy erupted from the whole body, condensing into a purple swimming dragon, surrounding the Ancestral Dragon Sword!

A thread invisible to the naked eye appeared in front of the Imperial Master.

Changbai Mountain disappeared, the face of the Imperial Master disappeared, and only the thread remained in Yan Shouyi's eyes.

As long as it is cut off, the national master will be dead without cause and effect! !

“Thousands of years of grudges are dissipated today!”

“National Master, your days are over!”

“This sword, Wentian !!!”

Amidst Yan Shouyi’s roar, the Zulong Sword struck the silk thread fiercely.

There seems to be a roar of dragons between heaven and earth!

A look of horror appeared on the Imperial Preceptor’s face, and he couldn’t help shouting: "No...no!! No!!!!"

Boom! ! !

The Ancestral Dragon Sword fell, and the Imperial Master’s body suddenly exploded!

Countless black evil spirits turned into whirlwinds, sweeping around, and finally turned into streaks of black light, rising into the sky!

"Kill, kill?"

Jiang Qingxue opened her beautiful eyes wide and looked for the figure of the Imperial Master in the sky.

But the Imperial Master seemed to have been annihilated into ashes, and not even a single fragment could be found.

"It seems... Shouyi has won!"

Dog Taoist priest and Miaoji were also ecstatic. Now the national master has disappeared, and Yan ShouyiStill floating in mid-air, it’s clear who won and who lost!

“Great!”

Erya, Shanji and Shanpao let out a heavy breath, and then slumped down on the ground weakly.

The battle just now was so thrilling that they even forgot that they could breathe, and they held their breath for five minutes without changing.

Having just experienced a big battle, the ground has long been in ruins.

Yan Shouyi was teetering in the sky, but in the end he gritted his teeth and persisted and landed on the ground, taking back all the evil energy.

"Shouyi!"

Jiang Qingxue quickly ran over, helped Yan Shouyi, and asked about his condition: "Are you okay?"

Yan Shou let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Qingxue suddenly had an ominous premonition.

“I failed to cut that thread,” Yan Shouyi said blaming himself, “The Imperial Master escaped at the last moment.”

“Escaped? "

Jiang Qingxue counted her fingers and figured out that today was not the time for the decisive battle. She comforted her softly:

"Although the Imperial Master escaped, he was also severely wounded by you. It is impossible to make a comeback in a short period of time. We have more time to prepare, and the second volume of Lu Ban's book can also be disseminated... In any case, we have won a great victory this time!"

Yes, the national division has lost its best opportunity.

Next, Yan Shouji needs to recuperate, gather his strength, and launch a general attack on the national division, so that he can completely eliminate this human devil.

For others, this is a great victory, something worth celebrating.

But for Yan Shouyi...

He was dejected, not as if he had won a battle, because he had lost a very, very important friend. .

"Mom, Xiaolong..."

Yan Shouyi's eyes were red and he was choked with sobs, unable to finish his sentence.

Whether it was Xie Qingcang a thousand years ago or Long Feicheng in this life, they were all willing to sacrifice everything for Yan Shouyi, even their lives.

Yan Shouyi didn’t know how to repay this favor, and he had no chance to repay it.

Jiang Qingxue could understand her son's self-blame. She gently patted Yan Shouyi's back and felt extremely distressed when she looked at his scarred and tired look.

She comforted her gently: "Xiaolong's soul is still there, this is the only comfort."

"Yes..."

Yan Shouyi closed his eyes and adjusted his mentality.

After a while, he recovered from his grief, and a look of perseverance appeared in his eyes again.

Xiaolong risked his life for him, so he couldn't remain immersed in grief.

Now is not the time to be sad.

He and Jiang Qingxue first visited Dog Taoist Priest and Miao Ji, and then took out the elixir from Dongwang's gourd to temporarily suppress their injuries.

Then Yan Shouyi sent Sanyuan to find the whereabouts of the others.

Without exception, the six Maoshan disciples were intercepted and killed by the Imperial Master on the way.

Fortunately, Chang Shan lived up to Yan Shouyi's trust and protected Lao Jin, although he was also seriously injured.

Yan Shouyi settled the others, used the evil spirit to turn into wings, and directly caught up with Lao Jin and Chang Shan.

They finally made it to a place where their mobile phones had signal.

Lao Jin healed Chang Shan. As for other things, Yan Shouyi planned to do it himself.

He walked to the side of the road, sat directly on the snow, and then touched his pocket.

There was a cigarette that Long Feicheng had given him before.

At this time, the cigarette was covered with blood, but Yan Shouyi didn't pay attention. He lit it in his mouth and took a long puff.

He took out his mobile phone, looked at the contact list, hesitated for a while, and then dialed Lin Zitong's number first.

Although it was early in the morning, the phone only rang twice and Lin Zitong answered it.

"What a fool?"

Lin Zitong's voice on the other end of the phone was soft and waxy, but full of warmth. She seemed to be sleeping just now, but when she heard I woke up immediately to the ringtone of my cell phone.

Thinking of his wife and children, a smile appeared on Yan Shouyi's face.

He said warmly: "Bad girl, it's me. I...I survived."

Survived?

Upon hearing these four words, Lin Zitong's heart suddenly beat violently, and she realized that something big might happen tonight.

Since the morning, she has been unable to contact Yan Shouyi, but this situation is normal. Although she is worried, Lin Zitong decided to adjust her mentality as much as possible for the sake of her child's health and not worry. Yan Shouyi.

"What happened?" Lin Zitong's voice was trembling, and her worry was obvious.

Yan Shou took a puff of cigarette and slowly explained the matterTell the story.

"...Xiao Long died, and Lao Huang died too. I tried my best to injure the Imperial Master severely, but still let him escape."

At the end , Yan Shouyi could not hide his regret.

The National Preceptor missed the best opportunity to kill him, and he also missed the best opportunity to kill the National Preceptor. For Yan Shouyi, this battle was just a draw.

Although they are thousands of miles apart, Lin Zitong can completely empathize with Yan Shouyi.

Upon learning that Long Feicheng had died, Lin Zitong could not help but feel sad.

“You...come back quickly,” Lin Zitong said with a hint of tears, “I want to see you.”

It’s not so much that Lin Zitong wants to see Yan Shouyi. Yan Shouyi desperately needs Lin Zitong now.

Lin Zitong knew how fragile Yan Shouyi was after losing Long Feicheng, and she also knew that he needed her company now.

Yan Shou took a deep breath and agreed, then adjusted his attitude and said:

"I'll hang up first. The next call I have to make is to dad."