The Eve of the Final Battle

  February 22nd, evening.

  A bright moon hangs in the sky, pure and unmatched, with no stars in sight.

  Everywhere in Fengyun Mountain was plunged into darkness, with only a few scattered starry lights decorating the dark and quiet Fengyun Mountain.

  In a corner of Wind and Cloud Mountain, there was a green hut with a green lamp, softly lit by the faint flame.

  In the quiet room, Yan Zhen slowly exhaled a breath of air. At this moment, Yan Zhen's magical powers had stabilized at the mid-stage of the sixth level of Qi Refining. Previously, using the Nine Needles and Nine Demons Secret Method to boost his internal energy, he had somewhat unstable foundations. Over the past few days, Yan Zhen had solidified his foundation to an unprecedented degree.

  Yan is really in high spirits now.

  A bathtub about one meter high was placed aside, with more than half a bucket of clear water inside. Yanzhen took off her clothes and soaked herself in the bathtub. Ah, what comfort! As she immersed her whole body in the water, Yanzhen felt so comfortable that every pore on her skin relaxed. The water in the bathtub flowed gently, and at this moment, Yanzhen's muscles, after two days of rest, had no fatigue at all, filled with a desire for battle.

  After washing up, Yanzhen picked up a new white hemp garment and a pair of new hempen shoes, put them on and tied them up.

  Then, Yanzhen took out three sticks of sandalwood from the corner. This kind of sandalwood is quite expensive, with a price of 50 cents per stick. Yanzhen inserted all three sticks of sandalwood into the copper stove and lit them with a fire starter. In an instant, a faint yet elegant fragrance rose from the copper stove, which smelled very good. After some time, this fragrance filled the entire room.

  Sandalwood's fragrance is light and subtle, when inhaled it refreshes and nourishes the mind.

  Under this fragrance, Yan Zhen once again placed the Dingguang long sword on his own knees. The sword was like a pool of autumn water, perfectly blending with the moonlight shining in from the window.

  Swallow's fingers gently stroked the Ding Guang long sword, inch by inch. From the ancient wooden hilt to the cross-shaped guard, then to the icy bright blade, and finally to the extremely sharp edge.

  The sword seems to have sensed its master's caress and is softly humming a low, gentle melody.

  The sword and man are in a state of extreme harmony.

  Ding Guang Jian, gathering the light of the sun and moon at the tip of the blade, hence the name "Ding Guang". Similarly, as a person, one should gather the light of the sun and moon, the intention of heaven and earth, and be revered by all.

  These are actually habits kept from past lives. Before the battle of life and death in their previous lives, they were accustomed to bathing, changing clothes, burning incense, and stroking swords, these four steps, through which they maintained the best state for the final battle.

  The long-awaited day of life and death has finally arrived! Tomorrow is the time for the battle of life and death. Qin An and Yan Hu, who had previously killed Ou Yangsong's two wings, were naturally overjoyed. Taking the treasure that should have belonged to Ou Yangsong was even more enjoyable, but it still wasn't as enjoyable as killing Ou Yangsong himself. Tomorrow will be a good day to indulge in this pleasure.

  Swallows really have an unexpectedly calm mood.

  Swallows really have surprisingly clear eyes.

  ……

  On the same evening, in another green house.

  Ouyang Song sat in his green house, wiping his sword. His sword was three feet two inches long and one inch two wide. The sword had a faint red color, like the color of blood. This sword's name was Blood Flame Sword, it was of extremely high quality and had a killing aura contained within its body.

  Ouyang Song lightly plucked his sword, and it hummed in response.

  Tomorrow's battle will be effortlessly easy.

  Opponent? Haha, someone as weak as Yan Zhen is also considered an opponent?

  Yan Zhen's original strength was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but for over ten days now, he had been drunk and unconscious, clearly having completely given up.

  Tomorrow will be a massacre.

  "Blood Flame Sword, Blood Flame Sword, tomorrow you'll be with me to slaughter our opponents and let Yan Zhen know the truth of this world." A sharp, cold aura appeared in Ouyang Song's eyes. Ouyang Song had always been a ruthless and merciless person, believing that the weak die and the strong survive.

  The world of cultivating immortals is indeed so cruel.

  In his previous life, Ouyang Song did not kill Yan Zhen, but cut off the four limbs of Yan Zhen's meridians, making Yan Zhen suffer for a lifetime.

  However, in this life, Ou Yang Song's idea changed, he wants to kill Yan Zhen.

  ……

  The night gradually deepened.

  That night, Yan Xiaozhi sat in front of a bright yellow copper mirror.

  In the bright yellow copper mirror, Yan Xiaozhi's extremely beautiful face appeared.

  Melon seed face, snow-white skin, small red lips, high nose bridge, eyes that are both charming and innocent.

  Yan Xiaozhi gently took down the jade hairpin from her hair, this jade hairpin was bought by Ouyang Song for Yan Xiaozhi with 300 taels of silver, the jade was so beautiful that it could steal people's hearts, Yan Xiaozhi liked this hairpin very much, it matched her face perfectly.

  Yan Xiaozhi let out a soft sigh. Tomorrow was February 23rd, the day of the scheduled battle.

  This battle was destined to be a victory for Ouyang Song and defeat for Yan Zhen, everything had been predetermined.

  Yan Xiaozhi had no sympathy for Yan Zhen at all. She had always believed in the truth of the cultivation world: "The weak die, and the strong live." At first, she had some genuine feelings for Yan Zhen when they were together, but soon those feelings were worn away by their dull and mundane daily life. Now, she no longer had any affection for Yan Zhen. What Yan Xiaozhi liked was a strong person, not someone like Yan Zhen who was useless. Thinking about the last time she met Yan Zhen, his mocking tone and dismissive gaze made her extremely uncomfortable. Yan Xiaozhi was a rather abnormal woman; she didn't love Yan Zhen, but he had always loved her.

  Xiao Zi thought viciously in her heart: Yan dares to speak to me with a sarcastic tone, he can go die.

  Of course, Yan Xiaozhi is also a very astute person. She understands that tomorrow she needs to put on an act, pretend to be pitiful and weak, and if Yan Zhen dies tomorrow, she will have to go up and cry out a few tears. This way, it will show that her heart is extremely good. Deception, this is one of Yan Xiaozhi's specialties. Yan Xiaozhi is very clear that most men like women who are as weak as little birds.

  ……

  At this time, at the foot of Fengyun Mountain, several outer disciples were digging herbs at the foot of Fengyun Mountain. Among them, one disciple was digging with a hoe when he suddenly discovered that what his hoe was digging into wasn't mud. The disciple immediately pulled out the mud and saw a dead person lying in it.

  This person has obviously been dead for several days. An outer sect disciple said, "Although the face of this corpse gives me a feeling that it looks like Qin An, the servant beside Master Ou Yang Song."

  Another outer disciple looked at the dead man's right hand: "It was Qin An, there were two intersecting sword scars on Qin An's right hand, which had turned into two scars and still existed."

  "Qin An is dead."

  "Who killed Qin An."

  A burst of murmurs arose, and everyone was shocked at how Qin An had suddenly died. After a few outer sect disciples discussed it for a while, someone immediately went to report to Ouyang Song, after all, Qin An was the number one servant under Ouyang Song's senior brother.

  On the same night, at the waist of the mountain.

  There was a outer sect disciple who was hurrying back down the mountain, when suddenly he heard a loud thud in front of him. It seemed like something heavy had fallen to the ground, which made this outer sect disciple's heart skip a beat. What could it be? The sound didn't seem like a rock falling. This outer sect disciple immediately went to take a look and found that lying in front of him was a dead person. The person should have been dead for about two days, with a fairly clear complexion. This outer sect disciple couldn't help but exclaim: "Huh? Isn't this Yan Hu, my senior brother? How did he end up dead here?"

  "The death of an outer sect disciple Yan Hu is no trivial matter, I must report to the elder immediately." The outer sect disciple immediately went to report to the elder.

  That night, Mount Fengyun really had a problem. At the foot of the mountain, there was another dead body, and halfway up the mountain, there was another dead body. One was a servant of an outer sect disciple, and the other was an outer sect disciple. Mount Fengyun usually rarely had deaths, but now two came at once. The Mount Fengyun side immediately sent out an elder to investigate this matter.

  And no one noticed that the moonlight of this night also had a faint red color, like a blood moon.

  Before the battle of life and death, it was stained with blood.

  Tomorrow's battle of life and death is destined to be a bloody day!

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