Free Web NovelChapter 1701: Chapter 45: Never to Forget (4)
Because he gambled with his life for achievement, completing a mission that was almost impossible with his strength, he was rewarded with merit.
Yan Chunhui reminded him, "You cannot emerge on a hopeless path."
Fang Helling has been practicing this swordsmanship for a long time, fully understanding this reminder.
This swordsmanship first harms oneself before harming others.
It has decidedly strayed onto an evil path, a product of the Flying Sword Era, the narrowest and most radical period, and could even be called the "curse" of the Flying Sword Era.
But what choice does Fang Helling have?
Not all powerful Cultivation Techniques can disregard talent so easily.
The Forget Oneself Sword Manual, standing at the Absolute Summit of the Flying Sword Era, even if Yan Chunhui were willing to teach it, could he, with his talents, learn it?
Fang Helling has repeatedly told himself that the crippled sword technique should not be used lightly.
He is fully aware of the dangers of this swordsmanship.
But the moment he saw this long-haired man, he had already urged his hateful Divine Skills, pulling out the heart-wrenching dagger, his body like a sheath, resonating with a fierce sword cry!
His struggling remnants of life existed solely for this person!
At this moment, at this time.
Zhang Linchuan... Zhang Linchuan... Zhang Linchuan!
To let you know my hate!
Fang Helling had never felt so powerful, a surging force coursing within him.
It was as if this entire world was trembling.
The intense pain from the Divine Skills at his heart also became a unique encouragement.
His Spirit was trembling!
Everything he struggled through all the way here was to burn in this round.
At least in this round...
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You must look at me!
In Fang Helling’s blood-red eyes, at this moment, he could see only that one person.
Then he saw...
That person quietly lifted his eyes and gave him a look.
It was just a look.
A calm, even gentle look, but also aloof, indifferent.
He had no dissatisfaction with this world, but this world had nothing to do with him either.
It was roughly such a gaze.
Like a mountain pressing down.
Body, infinitely heavy.
Heart, infinitely heavy.
Fang Helling felt as if he were falling into an infinite abyss.
Forever falling.
Nowhere to find leverage.
No possibility of stopping the fall in sight.
The sharp and fierce sword cry within his body came to an abrupt halt.
The clearly powerful force was unable to resound again.
The power that had been boiling within him was unexpectedly held in place, unable to rush forth!
Stuck in that laughable stillness between eruption and annihilation.
The part of his soul, bone, flesh, and blood that he had already separated temporarily halted in that separated step.
One step back, this sword disappears, how could he be willing?
One step forward, this sword could be forged into shape, but it couldn’t be unleashed.
Fang Helling clearly felt that his body was being sealed by an invisible force. That feeling... was like every pore on his body was clogged, his very skin becoming a prison.
His own body thus formed a completely enclosed space, trapping all the power of his crippled sword technique within.
This resulted in his desperate struggle even to the utmost... yet all his power could not even leave his own body.
He, as a person, was still charging forward, but his greatest reliance remained trapped inside his body!
Like a swordsman charging at the enemy, ready for the final life-and-death decision, but his sword remained sheathed, unable to be drawn!
What is... this power?
What kind of disparity is this?
He realized he had been utterly defeated, yet he did not even know how he was suppressed!
Once the thought of despair took root, it could no longer be halted, infinitely growing.
This despair, he once experienced.
Is this Zhang Linchuan?
Is this Zhang Linchuan?
In a daze, Fang Helling remembered, within the violent lightning, the City Lord of Fenglin City, Wei Quchibi, fell from the sky. While this man, illuminated by the lightning, calmly donned a Bai Gu mask.
He would never forget, at that moment, he was inspired by that power, admired that cold force...
And precisely that cold force exploded with a burst of lightning, taking away his father. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Time and again before him fell... a charred corpse.
He could never forget.
