After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

Chapter 450 Our Feud is Settled 2

"What's going on over there? Is some senior undergoing tribulation here?" Shi Tou put his hand in front of his eyes and looked into the distance. He saw the thunder rolling down and the thick bolts of lightning striking down one after another. He was momentarily alarmed and nudged Xu You'an next to him with his elbow.

Xu Youan didn't care about any of that; he just wanted to get down the mountain quickly and find his senior sister.

Hearing the sound of the stone, he glanced over casually and froze.

"Senior sister..." His eyes showed panic. Without thinking, he rushed down the mountain.

Without descending the mountain, one cannot use the sword to travel to another island.

He has to hurry!

Faster! Faster!

Senior sister—!

Stone stared blankly at the person who was almost out of sight: "Hey, where are you going?!"

"Don't run so fast! Wait for me! Hey! Hey!"

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Sword light and lightning shadow, two blades, the earth collapses and mountains split, blood splatters everywhere.

The woman in green was nowhere to be seen.

All that could be seen was a pagoda.

Accompanied by terrifying lightning and a deafening roar, two figures fell like withered flowers onto the scorched earth.

Both of them were in a sorry state, their jade crowns shattered, their hair ribbons broken, their long, black hair curled up, and there was a burnt smell everywhere. Their bodies were covered in blood and had countless wounds.

A thousand blades clash in a single breath; ten thousand moves are executed in a single thought.

At this moment, Jiang Liqian and Gu Chengxue had reached their limits. Their spiritual energy was so depleted that they could barely squeeze out any more, and all their strength was exhausted. Even moving a finger was extremely difficult.

The howling lightning in the sky gradually subsided, but the gathering thunderclouds grew darker and darker, as if something was brewing and about to burst out from within.

Gu Chengxue lay on his back on the ground, his body and face covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds. His chest heaved violently, the sword in his hand hummed incessantly, and his hand holding the sword trembled so much that he could barely hold the hilt.

too frightening.

This feeling is truly terrifying.

Exhausted yet exhilarated, he even felt a morbid excitement emanating from every drop of blood in his body.

These repeated brushes with death, risking everything, fighting swordsmanship against swordsmanship, brought their souls so close, so very close, that he could clearly hear her heartbeat and know what she was thinking beneath every sword strike.

He had never felt such trembling, such loss, such panic and fear before.

His intuition was right. Only she, only Jiang Liqian, could be his opponent and understand what a sword is and what the way of the sword is.

For some reason, he felt a mix of wanting to laugh and wanting to cry.

They were so compatible in swordsmanship, so why, why did she always look at him with such disgust and hatred? Why did they have to be so irreconcilable?

Jiang Liqian had no strength left at this moment. The blood she was losing was taking away not only her life, but also her depleted strength.

The shadow of the Heavenly Sword flickered in her hand, almost disappearing, yet her fingers still gripped its hilt tightly, each knuckle turning white.

Her vision was already blurry, but a voice inside her kept urging her—kill him, you must kill him, you must get revenge, get revenge!!!

Everyone who betrayed her deserves to die!

A flash of crimson blood mist passed through her eyes. Jiang Li gritted her teeth, plunged the Shitian Sword into the ground, and slowly, staggering, stood up, supporting herself on the blade.

The wind howled in my ears, and thunder roared.

She looked down at Gu Chengxue, who lay on the ground, barely alive, his once pristine robes now stained with the most indelible blood.

With difficulty, she parted her chapped lips and said to him, "I once comprehended eight sword intents under the lightning tribulation of the netherworld..."

Xuanlei, Ganlu, Jingfeng, Lieque, Tingyuan, Zhanwang, Gongxing.

"You just received seven sword strikes, and this last... the very last sword intent..." She suddenly covered her mouth and coughed, a bloody taste rising in her throat and flowing down from the corner of her mouth.

After she finished coughing, she acted as if nothing had happened, casually wiping the bloodstains from her lips with her tattered sleeve. Shi Tianxuanming pointed his sword at him: "The final sword intent, kill."

"I don't know if you'll survive."

As soon as she finished speaking, purple spiritual light surged wildly towards her from all around, and a howling wind blew away the strands of hair that were scattered on her cheeks, revealing her pale and cold face.

She raised her sword and leaped into the air, seemingly through thick clouds of tribulation, and with her bare hands, she grabbed a string of lightning and smeared it onto the sword's tip.

The sword's momentum rose, slashing straight at Gu Chengxue on the ground.

In a daze, she was not the one wielding the sword, but rather represented the calamity of divine retribution.

Gu Chengxue's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to get up and block, but after several attempts, he could only kneel on the ground, exhausted. His long sword flew out of his hand in a moment of weakness.

Just when he thought he was really going to die by this sword, thunder roared and an extremely thick bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck down in front of him, blocking the earth-shattering sword intent three inches away from him.

Jiang Liqian's face paled instantly. The sword energy rebounded along the blade, and she could no longer stabilize the broken sword shadow. She was thrown out like a butterfly that had exhausted its life force.

In the instant she fell to the ground, Jiang Liqian once again thought of the moment before her death in her previous life. There was noise everywhere, but her world was completely silent.

The wind is still, and the rain is not falling.

Only her blood.

Her blood is dripping.

All twenty-seven bolts of heavenly lightning vanished at that moment.

Gu Chengxue finally mustered a bit of strength and struggled to stand up, wanting to go to Jiang Liqian's side.

He didn't want her to die.

But he had only taken one step forward when the tribulation, which should have ended there, began to unleash its final bolt of heavenly lightning.

The thunder of divine retribution.

The spot illuminated by the lightning was none other than Jiang Liqian, whose aura was nearly nonexistent.

Gu Chengxue's face drained of color. In an instant, his mind went blank, and his body instinctively stumbled and rushed over.

"boom--!"

"puff!"

Blood trickled down her snow-white neck, tattered clothes fluttered, and the sword fell with a mournful cry.

Jiang Liqian was stunned and remained unconscious for a long time.

When she could finally make out the figure that was pounced on her through the purple lightning, her heart trembled violently, followed by a surge of resentment, anger, and pain... In the end, it all turned into cold hatred.

What right does he have to save her?!

Why should he, after being favored by Heaven, appear before her with such a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor, as her savior?

Since he was willing to give up his life for her in this life, why did he betray her in his past life and trample on her dignity?

Why should she bear all the burdens of inner turmoil, the torment of her conscience, and the lash of morality?

In the end, Jiang Liqian simply closed her eyes wearily, her voice cold and calm: "Gu Chengxue, we've settled our scores."