Conceal brilliance-II

If this sword succeeds, even if Nie Mingjue cannot be subdued, he can still buy some time. However, the sword had just been filled with too much spiritual power due to Su She's sudden explosion, which exceeded its endurance limit. In the middle of the swing, it broke into several pieces with a "dang" sound. But Nie Mingjue's palm hit him in the chest.

Su She's brilliance was fleeting. He didn't even have time to spit out a mouthful of blood or say any decent or cruel last words, before the anger in his eyes was instantly extinguished.

Jin Guangyao collapsed beside Lan Xichen and also saw this scene. I don't know whether it was because the blood flow from the severed hand and abdomen became more and more violent and the pain was severe, or because of other reasons, there were tears in his eyes. But there was no chance for him to breathe or lick his wounds. After Nie Mingjue took out his hand, he turned around again and stared in his direction.

The cold and stern look on this hard face was exactly the same as when he was alive, and it was exactly what Jin Guangyao feared the most. Jin Guangyao was even scared to cry, and asked for help with a trembling voice: "Second brother..."

Lan Xichen turned his sword, and Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji also raised their voices. However, the whistle sound has been eliminated just now, and it is much more difficult to activate it again than before. At this time, I suddenly heard someone shouting from the side: "Wei Wuxian!"

Wei Wuxian immediately said, "What?"

After answering, he realized that the person calling him was Jiang Cheng, and Wei Wuxian was slightly surprised. Jiang Cheng did not answer directly, but took something out of his sleeve and threw it away. Wei Wuxian subconsciously reached out to catch it and looked down. The dark and shiny flute body, the bright red tassel.

Ghost Flute's plea!

As soon as his hand touched this flute that he was so familiar with, Wei Wuxian couldn't even care about his surprise. Without thinking, he raised it to his lips and shouted, "Lan Zhan!"

Lan Wangji nodded slightly. No more words were needed, and the sound of the piano and flute began to play in unison. The harp is like an icy spring, and the flute is like a flying bird. One is suppressing, the other is inducing. Under the combination of the two, Nie Mingjue's body swayed, and finally, half-forced, he moved away from Jin Guangyao.

Step by step, under the control of the piano and flute ensemble, he walked stiffly toward the empty coffin for the second time. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji also followed him step by step. As soon as he climbed into the coffin, the two of them kicked both ends of the coffin lid on the ground, causing the heavy coffin lid to fly up and then fall. Wei Wuxian flipped up the coffin head nimbly, inserted Chen Qing back into his waist with his left hand, quickly bit the fingers of his right hand, and drew a series of mantras on the coffin lid with flying dragons and phoenixes, dripping with blood, in a matter of seconds. Stall, one stroke to the end!

At this point, the roaring sound like a beast in the coffin gradually stopped. Lan Wangji held down the vibrating seven strings, concentrating on the sound under his fingers. Wei Wuxian let out a sigh of relief, carefully checked for a while to make sure there was no power under the coffin lid, and then stood up and said, "You have a bad temper, right?"

He stood on the coffin, which was too high. Lan Wangji put away his piano and looked up at him with a pair of light-colored eyes. Wei Wuxian lowered his head and couldn't help but scratch his fair face with his right hand. Whether accidentally or on purpose, he scratched a few bloody marks on him. Lan Wangji didn't take it seriously and said, "Come down."

Wei Wuxian jumped down with a smile, and was caught by him.

It was a little quiet here, but Nie Huaisang started to scream in pain over there.

He said: "Brother Xichen! Come and help me see if my legs are still connected to my body!"

Lan Xichen walked over, held him down for a while, and said, "Huaisang, it's okay. Don't be so afraid. The leg is not broken. It's just punctured in one place."

Nie Huaisang said horribly: "It's punctured! How can you not be afraid if it's punctured! Is it punctured? Brother Xichen, help me!"

Lan Xichen was dumbfounded and said, "It's not that serious."

Nie Huaisang was still rolling around on the ground holding his legs. Lan Xichen knew that he was most afraid of pain, so he took out the medicine bottle from his arms, put it in Nie Huaisang's hand, and said, "Pain it."

Nie Huaisang hurriedly took the medicine and said while eating: "Why am I so unlucky? I was caught halfway by Su Minshan for no reason. He almost ran away and stabbed me! I don't know if you can just push me away. It's useful." Move the sword, move the sword..."

Lan Xichen stood up and turned around. Jin Guangyao fell to the ground, his face as pale as paper, his hair slightly disheveled, his forehead covered with cold sweat, and he was extremely embarrassed. It was probably because the pain in the broken hand was so severe that I couldn't help but moan softly. He raised his eyes to look at Lan Xichen. Although he didn't say anything, just the look of holding his broken wrist and the extremely miserable eyes made it difficult for people to feel pity.

Lan Xichen looked at him for a while, sighed, and took out the medicine he carried with him.

Wei Wuxian said, "Sect Leader Lan."

Lan Xichen said: "Mr. Wei, he should be unable to do anything now... in this state. If we don't give him treatment, I'm afraid he will die here on the spot. There are still many things that remain unanswered."

Wei Wuxian said: "Sect Master Lan, I understand, I'm not not letting you save him, I'm reminding you to be careful about him. It's best to silence him and don't let him speak again."

Lan Xichen nodded slightly and said to Jin Guangyao: "Sect Master Jin, you heard me. Please stop doing unnecessary actions. Otherwise, just in case, if you make any move, I will be merciless... ..." He took a deep breath and said, "Take your life."

Jin Guangyao nodded and whispered weakly: "Thank you, Mr. Zewu..."

Lan Xichen leaned down and carefully treated the wound on his broken wrist. Jin Guangyao was trembling all the way. Seeing that his once glorious sworn brother had ended up like this, Lan Xichen didn't know what to say and could only sigh in his heart.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walked to the corner together. Wen Ning fell onto Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling in an awkward position, still half collapsed. Wei Wuxian laid him flat on the ground and checked the black hole in his chest. He was very worried: "Look at what you should use to plug it..."

Wen Ning said: "Master, is this serious for me..."

Wei WuXian said, "It's not serious. You don't use the organs here. But it's ugly."

Wen Ning said: "I don't want to look good..."

Jiang Cheng was silent, while Jin Ling was determined to speak or not.

Over there, Lan Xichen treated Jin Guangyao's wound. Seeing that Jin Guangyao was about to faint from the pain, Lan Xichen, who originally wanted to punish him, couldn't bear it anymore. He turned around and said, "Huaisang, that bottle of medicine just now Give me."

Nie Huaisang took two pills to relieve the pain, then put the medicine bottle into his arms and said hurriedly: "Oh, okay." He lowered his head and rummaged around for a while, took it out and was about to hand it to Lan Xichen when his pupils suddenly shrank and he said in horror: " Brother Xichen, watch your back!!!"

Lan Xichen had never let down his guard against Jin Guangyao, and kept his guard up. When he saw Nie Huaisang's expression and his exclamation, his heart froze, and he drew out his sword without thinking and stabbed behind him.

Jin Guangyao was pierced by his sword in the chest, his face full of shock.

Others were also shocked by this sudden change. Wei Wuxian suddenly stood up and said, "What's going on?!"

Nie Huaisang said: "I, I, I... I just saw Third Brother... No, I saw Sect Master Jin stretching his hand behind his back. I don't know if it is..."

Jin Guangyao looked down at the sword that penetrated his chest, his lips moved, and he wanted to speak, but because he had been banned, he was speechless. Wei Wuxian felt something was wrong with this situation. Before he could ask any questions, Jin Guangyao coughed up a large mouthful of blood and said hoarsely, "Lan Xichen!"

He actually broke through the forbidden speech by force.

Jin Guangyao was now covered in injuries, his left hand was burned by poisonous smoke, his right wrist was broken, a piece of his abdomen was missing, and his whole body was stained with blood. He could barely even sit down just now, but at this moment, he didn't know if he had regained his consciousness, but he actually stood up on his own, and again Hate shouted once: "Lan Xichen!"

Lan Xichen looked extremely disappointed and sad, and said: "Sect Master Jin, I said it. If you make another move, I will be merciless."

Jin Guangyao snorted fiercely and said, "Yes! You said it. But did I?!"

He always had a gentle and graceful face in front of others, but now he actually showed such a brutal side. Seeing his abnormal appearance, Lan Xichen felt something was wrong and immediately turned back to look at Nie Huaisang. Jin Guangyao laughed and said, "Come on! What are you looking at him for? Stop looking! What can you see? Even I haven't seen it for so many years. Huaisang, you are really good."

Nie Huaisang was dumbfounded, seemingly frightened by his sudden accusation and unable to speak. Jin Guangyao said bitterly: "I actually fell into your hands like this..."

He forced himself to go to Nie Huaisang, but a sword was still pierced through his heart. He took a step and immediately showed pain. Lan Xichen couldn't give him a fatal blow, nor could he draw his sword rashly, so he blurted out: "Don't move!"

Jin Guangyao really couldn't walk anymore. He held the sword edge on his chest with one hand, steadied himself, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said: "What a 'don't know anything about'! No wonder... I've been hiding it for so many years. It's really hard on you!"

Nie Huaisang trembled and said, "Brother Xichen, believe me, I really saw him just now..."

Jin Guangyao looked ferocious and shouted: "You!"

He wanted to rush towards Nie Huaisang again, but the sword plunged another inch into his chest. Lan Xichen also shouted: "Don't move!"

He had suffered countless losses from Jin Guangyao before and had been tricked by him countless times. This time, he was unavoidably wary, suspecting that Nie Huaisang had exposed his behind-the-scenes actions, so he deliberately attacked him in desperation, just to distract him again. . Jin Guangyao easily understood the meaning in his eyes, and smiled angrily, saying: "Lan Xichen! I have lied countless times in my life and harmed countless people. As you said, I will kill my father, my brother, my wife, my son, my master." Friend, I haven't done anything bad in the world!"

He took a breath and said hoarsely: "But I never thought of harming you!"

Lan Xichen was stunned.

Jin Guangyao took a few more breaths, grabbed his sword, and gritted his teeth: "... When you were burned down in Yun Shenzhen and fled away, who was it that saved you from the fire and water? Later, the Gusu Lan Sect rebuilt Yun Shenzhen. Who is helping me so much? Over the years, how have I ever suppressed the Gusu Lan Sect? How often have I not supported you in every possible way! Except for temporarily suppressing your spiritual power this time, how have I ever felt sorry for you and your family? When? I'm asking you a favor!"

Listening to these questions, Lan Xichen couldn't convince himself to use the ban on him again. Jin Guangyao said: "Su Minshan can repay me like this just because I remembered his name back then. But you, Lord Zewu, Sect Leader Lan, are still as intolerant of me as Nie Mingjue, and are not even willing to give me a way out." !"

After saying this, Jin Guangyao suddenly retreated quickly, and Shuo Yue pulled out of his chest. Jiang Cheng shouted: "Don't let him escape!"

Lan Xichen stepped forward in two steps and captured him again without any effort. Jin Guangyao is like this. No matter how fast he runs, he can't get anywhere. Even if Jin Ling is blindfolded, he can still catch him. What's more, he was injured in many places and received a fatal sword blow, so he no longer needed to be on guard. But Wei Wuxian suddenly reacted and shouted: "He is not trying to escape!!! Lord Zewu, leave him quickly!"

It was already too late. The blood from Jin Guangyao's severed limb dripped onto the coffin. The trickling blood crawled over the place where Wei Wuxian had originally painted, destroying the runes and flowing into the coffin along the gaps.

Nie Mingjue, who had been sealed, suddenly burst out of the coffin!

The coffin lid was torn apart, and one big pale hand strangled Jin Guangyao's neck, while the other reached towards Lan Xichen's throat.

Jin Guangyao didn't want to escape, but wanted to use his last breath to lure Lan Xichen to Nie Mingjue's side and die together!

Lan Wangji scolded Bichen and stabbed in that direction with lightning speed, but Nie Mingjue was almost not afraid of such magical weapons. Even if Bichen hit him, it would probably not be able to prevent him from further shrinking and Lan Xichen. The close distance between throats.

However, just when that hand was just a hair away from strangling Lan Xichen's neck, Jin Guangyao used his remaining left hand to push hard on his chest, pushing Lan Xichen out.

He himself was grabbed by Nie Mingjue's neck and dragged into the coffin, held high like a puppet. The scene was extremely horrifying. Jin Guangyao grasped Nie Mingjue's steel-like palm with both hands and struggled in pain. While struggling with his hair disheveled, a fierce light came out of his eyes, and he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Nie Mingjue, I'm going to fuck you! Do you think I'm really afraid of you?" ?! I..."

He choked out a mouthful of blood, and everyone present heard an extremely cruel and clear "click".

Jin Guangyao let out a breathless sob. Jin Ling's shoulders trembled, he closed his eyes and covered his ears, not daring to listen or look anymore.