"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." Luo Yunqing counted the numbers quietly in his heart. He hoped that when the numbers reached the end, Yu Qiushui would appear safe and sound, and then hand over the numbers as he did before.

Throw the sword and flagon to yourself, say "little brat, let's go".

"Three, two..." Before the number returned to zero, Luo Yunqing's heart was already in his throat.

He suddenly felt the sound of wind behind him and hurriedly turned around to look.

In the center of the ship, a gray robe fluttered like a flag flying in the wind. The swordsman raised his sword high and pointed into the distance, the smile on his face was so familiar and reassuring.

"Are you okay..." Luo Yunqing grinned and walked around him. He was about to say with a smile, "Are you okay?" I was worried to death.

The next second, the gray clothes on Yu Qiushui's chest suddenly exploded, and a stream of bright red blood flowed down his belt and dripped onto the boat.

"Wow!" Luo Yunqing couldn't help but screamed again. This was the first time he saw Yu Qiushui injured. Was he going to die?

"Stop screaming." Yu Qiushui couldn't help but roared at the eager Luo Yunqing, then nonchalantly stretched out his left hand and gently wiped his wound. It wasn't deep, just a touch and it stopped.

"I'm fine, it's just a skin injury. I won't die." On the contrary, his eyes were fixed on the direction where his sword was pointing.

The thick fog gradually faded away, and the figure in the fog emerged. Yu Qiushui's sword was pressed against Wen Zhaochen's chest.

The sword had already penetrated an inch, and even though it hadn't been pulled out yet, it was bleeding profusely.

Compared with Wen Zhaochen's injuries, Yu Qiushui's minor injuries were nothing at all.

"Lord Ghost King!"

The black figure couldn't sit still anymore. He jumped up from his seat. Behind him were several men in black wearing veils and with bow-like figures, ready to take action at any time.

The silver balls in the Ghost King's hands were squeezed tightly by him, making a squeaking and groaning sound. They even had a faint tendency to deform under the squeeze.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Immediately he sat down again, but anyone could see that this adult was pretending to be calm.

Yu Qiushui's sword did not move forward. He only needed to exert one more inch of force, and the Haoque sword would tear Wen Zhaochen's heart muscle. However, he did not, but slowly pulled out the sword.

Wen Zhaochen, who was bleeding excessively, looked a little pale, making his scarred face look more like a black and white man. He quickly tapped acupuncture points on his chest, and the blood no longer spurted out, but it was still enough to make him feel heartbroken.

"Why, if you don't stab me, you can obviously kill me." Wen Zhaochen knelt on one knee, covering his chest, but still raised his head stubbornly.

"Same question, why do you want to teach me Qing Gong?" Yu Qiushui tilted his head, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Why should I teach you Qing Gong?" Wen Zhaochen's dry lips cracked, and he suddenly smiled, Yu Qiushui

Suddenly, I discovered that this killer's eyes not only had murderous intent, but also shone with a faint starlight.

After all, he is still a child! Even though he has experienced so much and killed so many people, he is still a child who dares to love and hate.

"Because I also hate Xiao Ruyi, and I also hate this Sword Immortal Ranking. Without this Sword Immortal Ranking, would the world be different? People would no longer be obsessed with rankings, and they would no longer kill wantonly?"

"But if I kill Xiao Ruyi, then I will be number one on the Sword Immortal List." Yu Qiushui said seriously.

"You are different from him. Xiao Ruyi's sword is only for killing. It is domineering and fierce, arrogant and unreasonable, so it is called Aolai Sword!" Wen Zhaochen struggled to stand up from the ground, and the light in his pupils dimmed.

"But you are different. I can feel the loneliness from your sword, the same loneliness as me. I don't know why you want to challenge the top ten sword immortals, but I know that you are definitely not doing it for this so-called ranking. Although I kill I can't kill Xiao Ruyi, but if my death can exchange for Xiao Ruyi's life, then I am willing and believe you." Wen Zhaochen said seriously.

It is true that he is very fast and his Qing Gong is very powerful, but Qing Gong is not swordsmanship after all, and there is still a significant gap between him and Xiao Ruyi.

But Yu Qiushui is different. He is very fast and his swordsmanship is very fierce. The only drawback is that, like Xiao Ruyi, he cannot kill himself.

If Yu Qiushui can kill himself, does that mean he can kill Xiao Ruyi? Sixteen-year-old Wen Zhaochen thinks this way in his heart. It has nothing to do with bounties and tasks. He wants to use his own life in exchange for Xiao Ruyi life.

"Are you willing to trust a stranger you've never met? Give your life to him?" Yu Qiushui chuckled, seemingly mocking him.

Luo Yunqing no longer understood what the two people in front of him were talking about. They were fighting for their lives a second ago, but now they suddenly began to cherish each other, and the air was filled with the smell of ambiguity.

"You are not Luo Xiaofeng's apprentice, are you?" Wen Zhaochen did not answer Yu Qiushui's question, but suddenly asked seriously.

"No." Speaking of that man, Yu Qiushui replied coldly.

"I know, I once assassinated Luo Xiaofeng, and naturally I also fought against him. Although your swordsmanship is completely different from his, but..." The corners of Wen Zhaochen's mouth slightly raised.

"But it has his shadow."

"You're talking nonsense!" Yu Qiushui was furious. Luo Yunqing didn't know why Yu Qiushui suddenly became so excited when Luo Yunqing mentioned Luo Xiaofeng. He just blinked and looked at the two of them, unable to say anything.

"Then just think I'm talking nonsense." Wen Zhaochen waved his hands indifferently.

"Have you ever thought that if you don't kill me today, I might kill you in the future?"

After pondering for a long time, Yu Qiushui seemed to be still immersed in Luo Xiaofeng's memory and had not recovered.

"I don't kill you, not because you taught me footwork, but because I suddenly

Then I understood one thing. I want to challenge Xiao Ruyi and challenge the ten on the Sword Immortal List. It is just a challenge. Why should I kill them? Is it just to replace their positions? Is the value of a human life really so low? Ten The young swordsman from years ago believed in a child and placed all his hopes on a stranger, and you are the same today." Yu Qiushui wrapped the sword again and carried it on his back.

"Whether it's a sword boy or a sword fairy, this world shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be just killings and meaningless competitions. I missed an opportunity once, but now I won't miss it again."

Yu Qiushui turned around and looked at the child in front of him, Luo Yunqing. He gently touched Luo Yunqing's tender cheek, and then Luo Yunqing stubbornly shook his hand away.

"Wait." Wen Zhaochen stopped Yu Qiushui and threw the curved sword in his hand on the boat.

Only now did Luo Yunqing see Wen Zhaochen's sword clearly. It was different from an ordinary sword. This sword was more like a long knife, curved in a charming arc, like death.

"Since I lost, there is no point keeping this sword. I hope you go out and tell everyone that the ghost swordsman Wen Zhaochen is dead, and starting from today."

"I will live as Li Jialiang." Just as he said this, Wen Zhaochen jumped into the mist, and he did not give Yu Qiushui the slightest chance to refuse.

"Master Ghost King, are you just going to let them go? This is six thousand taels!" Beside the man in black, several subordinates obviously did not want to let Yu Qiushui leave like this. They had been preparing for a long time, waiting for the Ghost King's order.

Then he rushed up and cut Yu Qiushui into eight pieces.

"Kill him? Even Wen Zhaochen can't do it, how can you do it?" The Ghost King snorted coldly.

"This." Several killers suddenly choked on their words. The Ghost King was right. Even Wen Zhaochen was defeated by him. No matter how many of them there were, they were just going to die.

"Let's go back!" The Ghost King was in a good mood. He jumped up from the chair and flew off the high platform.

On the lone boat not far away, Yu Qiushui looked at Wen Zhaochen's leaving figure and the curved sword he left behind, with a lot of thoughts.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Luo Yunqing waited for a long time and finally couldn't help but interrupt Yu Qiushui who was thinking.

"I'm thinking, how should we go back? Should you row the boat or should I row the boat?"

"..."

"You actually want an eleven-year-old child to row a boat? Do you have any humanity left in you?"

"No." Yu Qiushui replied simply.

Immediately, the ship fell into silence again.

In Mingjian Pavilion, Su Taibai crossed out Wen Zhaochen's name on the list of sword immortals. He sighed softly and threw the files of ghost swordsman Wen Zhaochen into the furnace to burn, as if he was worshiping his soul.

After finishing all this, Su Taibai took out the next scroll of bamboo slips again.
Chapter completed!