Chapter 21 [For my ten-year life - killing you and your son three]

In the mourning hall of the temple, Xu Feiyan and his wife, Shen Lang, Yun Rou, Xiao Shitou Ahua and others were guarding there. The funeral will be held tomorrow, and tonight will be the last day.

Xu Ji's family was not well-off and had few relatives. However, because he was kind and helped many people, many people he didn't know hurried to see him off at his funeral.

The respect a person receives during his lifetime may not be true, but he can still receive the respect from others after his death, which is enough to prove his character during his lifetime.

Xu Ji is such a good man, a good man who is remembered by many people.

The temple announced to the public that Xu Ji died of illness and did not mention any words of kidnapping. This was Shen Lang strictly ordered everyone. Ning Yucheng disagreed at that time and even started arguing with Shen Lang. In the end, Shen Lang was knocked to the ground with a punch. He couldn't get up for a long time and dared not say nonsense again.

Seeing this, Xu Feiyan finally realized that Shen Lang's usual appearance was pretending, and that he would restrain himself with his own father. Now that his father is no longer there, I'm afraid that this man will have the final say after this.

As her father's inheritance, Xu Feiyan originally planned to sell the temple and take it away for some money, but Shen Lang gave her 500 taels of silver. This made her expectation, so she never mentioned this again. At Shen Lang's request, she wrote a transfer book, indicating that she had no relationship with Yujiantang since then.

Among the people who came to pay their respects was Lin Yan'er. She was about to leave, but she received the news that Xu Ji was dead. Then, even more shocking news came from outside the city. As many as hundreds of top-ranking killers in the world died of life, and two of them actually got the "Divine Artillery" that only the imperial guards could have.

Lin Yan'er's first doubt was Shen Lang. Perhaps in her eyes, Shen Lang's unfathomable and abyss-like sea had already made her habitually put a lot of people who refused to put on him. So with such questions, she came to pay her condolences and wanted an answer.

"It's up to you!" Shen Lang answered her words and ignored them, revealing a kind of alienation and indifference in his tone.

The divine artillery is a country's important weapon, but it fell into the hands of the killers in the world. What does this mean? It is terrifying to think about it carefully.

Shen Lang lost his favor to the people in the court. Although Lin Yan'er had helped him, he was confident that he could repay her in the future, but he did not want to have any connection with the people in the court.

People in the martial arts world are people in the martial arts world and will never be accepted by the court.

Lin Yan'er still has insufficient evidence. Although she is 99% sure that the killers have died at Shen Lang's hands, there is still one percent unsure, and she knows that she has no way to deal with Shen Lang.

"I hope I can see you again in the future!" Lin Yan'er finally decided to leave, but she had a intuition that one day in the future, she and Shen Lang would definitely see you again.

On the day of the funeral, many people went there, and the children cried very sadly, especially Xiao Shitou Ahua and others. Yun Rou was also crying heartbroken, but Xu Feiyan just covered her face and sobbed, making many people think that Xu Ji's daughter was Yun Rou.

After the funeral was over, everyone in the temple gradually began to recover, but everyone's sadness was different and the degree of recovery was also different.

Soon, Xu Feiyan followed her husband with her two children, and she probably won't come back in her life.

She might have long stopped treating this place as her home, but it left behind her childhood memories. Just when she felt it was indifferent, when she left the city, she suddenly heard the sound of her father calling her name "Yanyan" when she was a child. She hurriedly lifted the curtains and looked back, but couldn't see her father. It was not until this moment that she realized that her father was really gone, she was the kind of forever.

The moment she put down the curtains, she finally burst into tears, just like the moment when she got lost and cried a lot a few years ago. But this time, it was no longer like before, and her father would not come back to find her, nor would he comfort her anymore.

If a person is gone, it is gone and only exists in your thoughts.

In the sword hall wooden house, Shen Lang gently stroked the scabbard of the short sword in the middle.

"Om..." Under the influence of mental power, the sword body trembled and the sword sounded, but it sounded a little sad, as if it was sobbing.

"The people in this world are divided into three types. One has no power and can only accept fate. The other has power and thinks that they can dominate the fate of others. So, if you take a step back, you can make a big splash and then think that they are justice. There is another type of person who, although they have power, only wants to protect the people around you. For the sake of the people around you, you can not care about gains and losses. But..." Shen Lang clenched his fists and his mental power suddenly exploded.

"Kang!" With a sound, the long sword sheath fell, and the sword body was suspended in the air, landing in front of Shen Lang.

Sword control technique... The true sword control technique is like the sword immortal method in folk legend. When the power reaches a certain level, a person becomes a god!

"But when the people around you are taken away, those with power will inevitably take revenge, no matter what your identity, status, or bloodline you are!!!" Shen Lang's eyes turned bloody and tears fell. In an instant, a head of black gradually turned red, like a ghost.

He didn't plan to enter the Shura path again in this life, but at this moment, he wanted to transform into a demon and make some people pay the price!

The sword hall was locked up, and Shen Lang told Yun Rou and the others that he would be in seclusion for a few days and not be allowed to interfere with him.

Yun Rou, Xiao Shitou and others knew that Shen Lang was very sad, but they would not easily reveal it in front of them.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Shen Lang controlled the sword with his mental power, and then stretched out his fingers, constantly letting the bright and thin sword body jump on his fingertips, as if he was accumulating strength.

True energy was continuously input into the sword body, and the air around it began to stir up, and a stream of sword pressure spread out, but it never left the scope of the sword hall.

"Sword control!" Shen Lang pointed out his fingers, his mental strength firmly locked the sword body, and the sword suddenly trembled and made a buzzing sound.

"Go!" With Shen Lang's command, the sword body came out of the skylight, sank into the night, and quickly disappeared into the clouds, like a fish swimming in the sea.

The long sword turned into a flying sword, and kept jumping. Each time it jumped hundreds of meters away, it left the county's territory in a blink of an eye and flew towards Jinyang City.

At the same moment, Shen Lang was like a huge ice drill, and there were continuous blood mist on his body, as if he was consuming his life.

The flying sword flew across the mountains and rivers, breaking through the wind and moving forward.

As dawn was about to come, the Jinyang Palace finally appeared under Fei Jian.

It flew around the royal palace, then captured the breath of Zhou Jun and Zhou Ying, and flew directly into the ground somewhere in the royal palace.

This is a magnificent underground hall, not worth it, just like the Golden Palace. King Zhou Rong of Jinyang was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, like an emperor, and was scolding Zhou Jun and Zhou Ying at this moment.

There were only a few confidants in the palace at this time, but they were not worried. This place was a secret place that King Jinyang had deliberately created for decades, and these people were the ministers who followed the dragon in the future.

The flying sword drilled in and floated above everyone's heads, but they did not see it at this time.

Zhou Jun and Zhou Ying were scolded so much that they repeatedly assured Zhou Rong that the killers they arranged were all top killers in the world, and there were many people, so they could definitely kill the stranger named Shen Lang.

"Swoosh!" However, suddenly everyone heard a sound of breaking through the air, and then Zhou Jun's voice stopped abruptly. Then Zhou Ying next to him pushed him strangely, and then saw Zhou Jun's head falling down.

"Ah!" A scream came out, and everyone retreated in fear, and even Zhou Rong stood up in shock.

"Who is it, who is it? Call the guards in!"

"Let the guards with the divine artillery come in quickly, there must be spies here."

Just as two princes' confidants ran a few steps, suddenly there was another sound of breaking through the air, and a flash of light, the heads of the two men fell off, and they fell to the ground separately, and a pool of blood spread out.

At this time, everyone else went crazy and couldn't see the opponent at all, but they were killed three people in a row.

Zhou Ying suddenly remembered a possibility, but then he immediately denied it because this method was almost impossible and could not be done by humans.

"Father save me..." Zhou Ying heard the sound of breaking through the air and frightened toward him. He quickly rolled and crawled towards Zhou Rong, but scared Zhou Rong to the point of being out of possession.

Another light jumped over, and Zhou Ying's head flew high, carrying a bunch of blood, which happened to fall at Zhou Rong's feet.

"Wang'er...who is my king...and who dares to kill my king? Do you know who I am? Do you dare to do this? Aren't you afraid of killing the nine clans?" Zhou Rong shouted at the top of his lungs.

But the light didn't listen to him at all, but did not attack him. Instead, he killed the subordinates, and then appeared in front of Zhou Rong with blood all over his body.

This time, Zhou Rong finally saw clearly that this was a sword, which looked just an ordinary sword, but why could it fly up and cut people's heads? Is there really a sword immortal in this world?

"Great immortal, please spare me. Xiao Wang's two sons are dead. Even the great sins should be redeemed, right?" Zhou Rong knelt on the ground with a trembling trembling, facing the long sword with blood light in front of him, helpless. This has already left the realm of the world. So what if he is a royal family? He can't have the desire to resist in the face of absolute power.

"Not enough!" But the next moment, a man's cold voice came from the long sword of blood, which made Zhou Rong's heart shatter.

The sword light flashed through Zhou Rong's chest and did not cut off his head, but it made him unable to breathe and extremely painful.

"I... I know, you... you are Shen... Shen Lang..." A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Zhou Rong died on the spot. At this time, there was no living person in the magnificent hall underground, only a long blood-drinking sword flying.

"Boom!" A ground in the Jinyang Palace suddenly exploded, and a huge cave entrance more than ten meters wide appeared, revealing the appearance of the palace inside. Soon, screams and the angrily shouts of the guards came out, one after another.

The spy who was ambushing outside the palace quickly returned to report the movement, and soon the large group of people rushed over from all directions of Jinyang City.

When the blood-drinking sword flew over thousands of mountains and rivers again and returned to Shen Lang's side, Shen Lang's face was haggard, and he had already returned to black, a few more strands of white were added in the middle.

The sword technique that stimulates people from thousands of miles away will not only consume true energy and mental power, but also life.

This sword was originally made of mortal iron, but with the blessing of Shen Lang's true energy, spiritual power and the heart of revenge, it has persisted to this point. As various forces leave, it suddenly whines, breaking inch by inch, turning into pieces. Just like a human, it has gone through its own life. Although it is short, it can compete with the flying sword of the sword immortal - magnificent!

"For my ten-year life, I will kill you and my son. Master Xu, you can rest in peace!" Shen Lang stood up and sealed the Blood-Drinking Sword, buried it deep into the ground, marked with stones, and then moved some flower pots on it to serve as the tomb of the Blood-Drinking Sword.

After bowing three times, Shen Lang left and returned to his former appearance again. Sadness cannot make us move forward. In order to move forward, we can only let go of our sadness.

A few days later, the news spread that King Jinyang, the eldest prince and the second prince died suddenly, alarming the world. The surviving third prince Zhou Xun inherited the title of King Jinyang.
Chapter completed!