Chapter 23 The Last Request

Chapter 23 The Last Request

"He...is not Bai Heng." Jing Liu's dark red pupils sank, and she gripped the sword that was about to fall apart.

Gu Long seemed to have heard her words, and turned his head slightly, squinting:

"Of course I am not him, but you should be happy about it. After all, symbiosis with me can prevent this body from sinking due to time, decaying due to years, and even ascending to a higher dimension. The life of their short-lived species is nothing more than the waves crushed by the black reef, fragile and ridiculous, am I right, Luo Fu's sword head. Or should I call you...Master Sister?"

Jing Liu's body was instantly wrapped in bone-chilling coldness, she bit her thin lips, and her bloodshot eyes trembled with anger:

"You are not qualified to call me that."

She lowered her body, emptied her heavy body, and swung the sword in her hand, like thousands of cold rays wrapped in knife light, falling towards Gu Long.

At this moment, her body was like a taut string, which could break at any time.

But her sword-drawing speed did not slow down at all, and ice rays bloomed in the sword light, and ice leaves stretched out like blades.

Gu Long just waved the weapon in his hand casually, welcoming her slash.

"I inherited his memory and devoured his emotions, why am I not qualified?" Gu Long asked back, with a playful smile on his face.

Jing Liu's sword moves were like a sudden icy rain, and even with full momentum, it was difficult to hurt him.

He raised his hand, and the black sun like a black hole roared, and black flames like a torrent gushed out, swallowing the frost.

In the distance, Bai Heng raised the bow in his hand, drew the bow and drew the arrow, and the strong wind wrapped in the fierce airflow gathered on the bow.

But the several arrows shot out, but turned into ashes in an instant when they touched the black flames.

Gu Long had no intention of playing this meaningless game. He gently twisted the seed of the Order of Abundance with two fingers and put it into his mouth.

After successfully swallowing the seed, a hot current came from his lungs, like boiling magma pouring into his mouth, savage and overbearing.

Gu Long felt that the physical strength worn out by the previous battle with Shu Hu was gradually restored.

The dead air of destruction and the golden branches of abundance were intertwined.

This was the interweaving of life and death.

Gu Long's red-gold pupils seemed to become deeper. He held the Soul Separation in one hand and dragged him forward from the chiseling.

The sword blade easily cut through the scorched earth. Wherever it touched, the grass and trees withered and the blood dried up.

Before Jing Liu could react, Gu Long's figure disappeared.

She turned around suddenly, but felt a huge force coming from her abdomen.

Jing Liu protected the Sword of Disintegration in front of her at the fastest speed, but the force brought a strong sense of weightlessness to her body.

Her body broke countless broken ice pillars, and finally she knelt on one knee, holding the broken sword that had been chiseled into the ice with one hand.

Her fragile body was kicked by Gu Long, and blood flowed from her pale lips, hanging on her cold face that had not lost any color.

Jing Liu gritted her teeth and wanted to stand up again, but she felt that her bones were broken and she had no strength to stand up, as if the last string that was tight had also broken.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of her, and finally, she slowly loosened her five fingers that were tightly holding the hilt of the sword.

Gu Long's footsteps became clear in her ears, and every step overshadowed her beating heart.

The black sun was rolling above Jing Liu's head, and Gu Long stopped, with only indifference in his red-gold pupils.

"Master Sword Master, let me repay your kindness of teaching you with this move."

He raised his hand.

The light of the black sun became more and more dazzling, so that it was impossible to look directly at it. The transparent ice cube released white mist and gradually melted into liquid. Jingliu could feel that her internal organs were boiling, and the scorching temperature was oppressing her nerves.

Is it finally over...

Jingliu subconsciously closed her eyes, and the suffocating heat wave rushed towards her, but followed by the sound of bones being broken and the familiar tone:

"Old thing... you've had enough fun... cough..."

In a trance, a crisp snap of fingers sounded in Jingliu's ears, and the energy complex wrapped in death disappeared instantly.

She slowly opened her eyes, but found that Bai Heng was holding a lacquered golden dragon horn in his hand.

Bai Heng's slender fingers were holding the broken dragon horn, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and fell on the remaining snow that had not yet melted.

"Bai Heng?" Jingliu's voice was hoarse, and his dark red pupils contracted.

"Master sister, don't worry... We can go home soon." Bai Heng showed her a comforting smile, his smile was still the same as before, without any change.

After saying that, he then put his hand on another dragon horn, exerting strength in his palm, and the unforgettable pain spread throughout his body along the dragon horn.

But Bai Heng felt happy in pain, joyful in pain, and full of pain--he increased his strength, and a cracking sound came, and the dragon horn, which was perhaps harder than any metal in the world, was broken abruptly.

For him, the dragon horn at this moment was like a bone in his body.

Breaking a dragon horn is tantamount to cutting out flesh and bones, but it is also because of this that Bai Heng can gain a brief sobriety.

"I knew long ago that you, old man, couldn't have any good intentions. Fortunately, I learned the technique of distraction from Dan Feng before, otherwise you would have succeeded... Be honest... I've let you be arrogant for so long, it's my turn now."

Bai Heng's voice was weak and his face had lost its color.

Gu Long's voice sounded in his ears.

[Boy, even if you regain control of your body now, it doesn't matter. We are in a symbiotic relationship, and you will never be able to get rid of my bondage. ]

"I know."

[Although the universe is big, it is just a small world for us. Even if you control this body to run to the end of the world, I can come back again. Destruction is the fate of the immortal boat after all. I will still let these people who have imprisoned me for thousands of years taste the fruits of destruction. ]

"I know."

[So, what do you expect to do with this time? Say goodbye to her for the last time? Hahahaha, I am looking forward to it more and more. When you see her die in my hands in the sea of ​​consciousness, how wonderful it will be. ]

"I'm afraid I won't see you." Bai Heng lowered his eyebrows and leaned over to pick up the Soul-Separating Sword floating in front of him.

[What do you want to do? ]

Gu Long began to have a bad premonition.

And the reality really confirmed the worst guess in his heart.

Bai Heng clenched the hilt of the Soul-Separating Sword in his hand and said:

"You should know that after this sword is infected by destruction, it can affect the life in energy form. And you Sui Yang are just a group of high-level energy bodies."

[Boy, unless you kill yourself, you can't hurt my origin at all. ]

"I know." Bai Heng's voice was extremely calm, but this calmness made Gu Long feel trembling for the first time.

[Even if you are in control of this body now, I have a way to prevent you from doing it! ]

"Who said I have to do it myself?" Bai Heng suddenly smiled, but this smile looked so sad and lonely. Gu Long remembered something in a trance, and roared in his sea of ​​consciousness:

[Asshole, lunatic! Think carefully, if you really do that, you will not only die, but even your soul may be annihilated, and you will be eroded by karma for eternity, and there will be no possibility of reincarnation! ]

"I know." Bai Heng responded softly.

[Stop now, you are just imprisoned in the sea of ​​consciousness. When I untie the shackles of this world, you will also be liberated with me! I can promise you that I will not touch the people of the fairy boat, and I can leave here immediately! ]

This time, Bai Heng did not respond.

Gu Long tried his best to influence his mind and wanted to regain control of his body.

But Bai Heng had already come to Jing Liu's side.

He knelt on one knee, almost keeping eye contact with Jing Liu, with a heartless smile on his face:

"Master sister, can I ask you one last thing?"

Jing Liu wanted to speak, but at such a close distance, she could sense the emotions flowing from Bai Heng's eyes.

Somehow, her throat seemed to be stuck by something, and she couldn't make any sound. She could only nod silently.

Seeing this, Bai Heng still smiled and gently opened Jing Liu's slender fingers.

His movements were very slow, because he noticed that her hands were covered with wounds.

Although her hands were wrapped with black silk ribbons stained with blood, Bai Heng could still feel the coldness of her fingertips.

When the hand was gently opened, Bai Heng placed the Soul-Separating Sword in her hand, and said in a dry voice:

"Kill me, Master Sister."

The dark red eyes under Jing Liu's slender eyelashes kept trembling. She leaned against the hilt of the sword and tried to push Bai Heng away.

But Bai Heng stayed there motionless, watching her quietly.

He seemed to remember a lot of things. Every time he gave her candied haws and cooked a small meal, it was like this...

Taking a deep breath, Bai Heng reached out and pinched Jing Liu's pale face, saying:

"Master Sister."

"Please kill me, okay?"