Chapter 303: [The Top of Death and Life] Xue Meng in a Past Life

The path of martyrdom is preceded by a deep, bottomless gorge, the mark of Chu Wanning's previous use of the corpse splitting technique. The rain is now pouring down into the gully as if it were a cascading waterfall.

Above the chasm, a man in black and gold robes, his back to them, is holding the Stranger's Sword in one hand, and he is flying through the air.

At the sound of movement, the man's fingertips twitched slightly and he slowly turned back around.

Yes Mo Ran

In the wind, his heart felt like it had been chopped by an axe and stone as Chu Wanning stared in disbelief at the man in front of him. What the hell is going on here?

Rumble

Ghastly white flashes of lightning were followed by a thunderstorm.

The pale light illuminated the blood-stained face of the Fairy Tramper emperor. The face was so horrible that Shi Mei couldn't help but take a step back.

But Chu Wanning couldn't help but take two steps forward.

Bloodstain.

His face is covered in blood, and every inch of exposed skin except his face is streaked with blood and flesh. He looked like a mutilated corpse that had been dismembered and failed to do so because the blade was not sharp enough, with cracks all over his body, except for his brow, which still had its former good looks.

""

Chu Wanning's lips were white as he stood in the pouring rain, looking at the living dead man who had been cut by a thousand cuts.

The living dead also stared at him, tears of blood pooling in the pupils of their black and white eyes.

Fairy Tramper's consciousness blurred, memories fought with memories, spirits fought with spirits, perhaps because it hurt so much that he could not help but hold the side of his face halfway with the hand that did not hold the knife.

Black and red blood and rainwater dripped from his fingers.

His thick eyelashes fluttered with the anger of a Fairy Tramper and the confusion of an Ink Master: "Why did you do this to me?"

Chu Wanning :""

"Why did you kill me?" the man said in a daze, the reflection of Chu Wanning in his pupils. Slowly, his expression became helpless and supple as he murmured, "Master, did I do something wrong again?"

"No."

"Did I upset you again?"

Listening to his voice, Chu Wanning's mind was shattered and everything was a mess. Is that Fairy Tramper in the rain curtain, he thought, "No, no, no, that's Mo Ran.

Both the Fairy Tramper emperor and the Ink Master are Mo Ran ah.

Mo Ran, bathed in blood, staggered towards him, her face corpse-white beneath the criss-crossing blood, her open eyes unfocused, only blankly sad.

"What is it about me that has let you down again. You have to do this to me."

The rain was so cold that it penetrated Chu Wanning's bones. He watched Mo Ran walk towards him, step by step, Mo Ran crying, blood dripping from her eyes.

"Stop hitting me with the whip ah I will also hurt even if I am stupid and slow you hit me I will still hurt ah Master"

The tremors ranged from subtle to violent to unsteady on her feet, and Chu Wanning was close to collapse.

He fell to his knees, curled up in a ball in the rainstorm, his stomach felt like it had been torn and crushed by sharp claws, and he looked more like a dead man than Mo Ran in front of him.

"I'm sorry," Chu Wanning mourned hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

Your scars are equal in length to my pain.

The blood of your hatred eventually devoured all over my body.

He knelt in front of Mo Ran, hunched and cowering, raising his head with almost all the courage he had left in his life, but as he took another look at the body he had lynched, he finally sobbed, "I'm sorry."

He didn't know what had gone wrong, probably because the living dead who still had a piece of their souls were not considered real corpses, so the spell of splitting the corpse did not work completely.

Mo Ran is not dead, but he tends to go mad. Memories of his life, bitter or crazy, confused or miserable, come flooding back.

He is Mo Weiyu, the Ink Master, the Fairy Tramper and Mo Ran Jr.

Countless fragmented pieces came together to form the tattered man in front of him.

" Mo Ran "

At the sound of his voice, Mo Ran's pupils flickered slightly. He stopped dead in his tracks, the rain blotting red around his feet, blood all over the floor.

After a moment's pause, the man with the split consciousness suddenly became violent, as if invaded by another consciousness, and he began to pace back and forth, his ghastly expression looking more and more hideous on this distorted face.

" Chu Wanning You hate this seat so much that you want it dead at all costs, don't you"

"I also hate you so much that I could cut you into pieces and eat your guts and make you a martyr for a thousand lifetimes.

The sleeves of his robe are hunting and his eyes are wide with anger.

His sword was drawn and he seemed ready to rise up the next moment and grab Chu Wanning by the throat and crush him to pieces.

But it is like a bow that breaks before it is full, or a sword that breaks before it is out.

A blue light struck Fairy Tramper's chest with a loud bang, and Fairy Tramper's eyes dimmed as he suddenly fell silent. After a few moments of silence, he slowly stood up straight, standing alone and cold by the road of martyrdom.

Chu Wanning looks back and sees Shi Mei staggering against the rocks, still in the same position of throwing the spell, her peach blossom eyes fierce and fierce, with an aggressive glint.

"It's about time to catch up on old times." Shi Mei gritted his teeth and lifted his fingers to form a seal as he stared at the bloodied Emperor Fairy Tramper, "You know what is most important. If you are not dead, go and gather the last thirty pieces for me."

"Be quick." He said, catching his breath, "It can't be delayed any longer."

Under the flame of the spell, Fairy Tramper's face, which had been a chaotic mix of good and evil, gradually became as calm as dead water and as cold as frost and snow.

The madness in his eyes or the resentment, all emotion disappeared.

Fairy Tramper gave Shi Mei a brief nod, the light of the stranger's blade lighting up in his hand. Almost numbly, he replied, "Yes. My Lord."

When he finished speaking, he raised his hand and sent down a protective spell to shield Shi Mei, then his black robe swept up like an eagle and he wanted to fly towards the front hall. But as soon as he reached mid-air, a figure stepped in front of him.

Chu Wanning stopped him.

I was soaked to the skin, my heart had been crushed and trampled, and I couldn't bear to be turned into dirt and dust and pulverised in the storm.

But he still had to stop it.

"It would be nice if more people were more comfortable."

Those were the words Mo Ran had spoken to him when he woke up, and so he would fight until the end, even if it hurt and he was exhausted.

Chu Wanning said hoarsely, " Huaisha, summoned."

Fairy Tramper's brow furrowed as she looked at the familiar golden light appearing in his palm.

Huaisha .

Rainstorm.

The earthly world is tumbling down. The sea of blood is endless.

Many years ago, they had a similar day. On that day, they gave all their blood to each other, poured out all their life's force, and fought so that heaven and earth turned pale and the golden crows sank in the west.

There was no expectation that the battle between master and disciple in a previous life would come to earth again across the flood of years.

In a life, there may be a destiny, just as Nangong Si was destined to die in his prime, and Ye Wangxi was destined to become a red-headed gentleman, the summit of death and life was destined to be a disaster. Fairy Tramper and Chu Wanning are destined to fight each other with swords.

Both hate and love.

Neither can escape.

"No return. Summoned."

A deep, low voice, the blue light of which illuminates Fairy Tramper's eyes. His eyes, now under Shi Mei's strongest control, are not even the slightest ripple, and he is like a mirror from hell, reflecting the cold, lonely figure of Chu Wanning in the rain.

Sword energy breaks the clouds, crossed sword against the rain

In the wind, two figures, one black and one white, intertwine and kill each other, and the spiritual streams collide

They fought in the wind and rain, and in a flash, the sand was flat and the wind was blowing, and the water around them splashed like a sea of snow and smoke. Neither of them let up, and they fought with all their might from the back of the hill to Tongtian Tower.

The battle was so powerful that the people on the mountain and below were startled and looked up.

"It's Chu Wanning."

"Why is he fighting with Mo Ran? Aren't they in the same gang?"

But before the light can reach Fairy Tramper, there is a loud burst of sunlight, and the sun gushes out from Fairy Tramper's palm with the force of lava, like a volcanic torrent that swallows up the golden light.

"Bang."

In an instant, broken tiles and bricks were splattered everywhere and trees were uprooted from the surrounding woods.

Jiang Xi was leading the crowd to confront the pawns in front of the mountain gate. He reacted quickly and shouted sternly: "Be careful!

Jiang Xi had great difficulty in supporting himself, and in a flash a mouthful of blood spurted out, dropping to one knee, his lips and teeth scarlet.

"Open the boundary quickly I can't block it a second time"

It was only then that many of the monks remembered in a panic and scrambled to pull out their boundary umbrellas. They looked up towards the Tongtian Tower and were all a bit dumbfounded at the moment.

In front of the Pontoon Pagoda, the battle between the master and disciple intensifies, with Chu Wanning gritting his teeth as he responds to every move Fairy Tramper throws at him. There is no one else in the world who could have taken so many attacks from the emperor.

Only Chu Wanning can.

The man in front of me, with his knife point and dodging foot, is just like the old days, taught by Chu Wanning himself.

It was here on the summit of death and life, and on a few occasions even in front of the Tongtian Tower, that he gave Mo Ran a hand in adjusting his stance and repeatedly instructed him on the techniques of the mantra. From an ignorant youth, he has come a long way to this moment of clashing blades.

This is the second summit match between the Beidou immortal Chu Wanning, and his disciple, the Fairy Tramper emperor Mo Weiyu.

In that fight, Chu Wanning came with his sword in his arms and hope in his heart. He thought he could save a disciple who had gone astray, and he gave his all to do so.

But this time, Chu Wanning knew that there was no turning back, that win or lose, the person he most wanted to redeem would not return.

Fairy Tramper bellowed, "Death to those who stand in my way."

It was like a flash in front of my eyes of the young Mo Ran practising his sword, his sweaty forehead, stepping on the bamboo in the early morning sun, pulling out three sword blows and then landing lightly on the ground.

He turned his head towards Chu Wanning and grinned with a deep pear swirl, "Master Master, see if I've learnt well"

The flames rise in his palm and he slashes across his chest and ribs.

Chu Wanning ducked out of the way as Fairy Tramper's bloodied palm grazed his lapel.

But when Mo Ran was sparring with him at the red lotus watering hole, this was the same move, and the young man's palms were still long and slender, with no scars.

The youth looked at him gently as he looked sideways, then smiled, took his hand and said, "No more fighting, there's no end to it."

The sword is whistling and the swords are chanting long.

Chu Wanning suddenly recalls a time in Yuliang Village when Mo Ran eagerly dragged him along to a lakeside opera, where the brass radius rang and the drums and strings were noisy.

The opera singer in his ear sang, "The king is finished with his spirit"

When Chu Wanning tilts his head, Mo Ran immediately pulls himself out of a thousand years of mourning and lifts his eyes from the long-cherished dreams of his childhood.

He smiled and asked him, "Does it look good?"

The eyes are dark and warm.

Chu Wanning used to think that the plays were long and babbling, and that one word could not be broken down into three. But now he wants to go back to the stage of the community theatre in Yuliang Village.

Pine oil blows up a blazing fire, and the martial artist drums up his strength towards the river, and the river and lake are brilliant. It would have been great to sing that scene for the rest of his life.

"Clang."

Suddenly a lapse of concentration and Huaisha is shot down by Bugui

The same was true back then, when Excalibur lagged behind and he immediately swept back, summoning Tianwen to temporarily block. But this time, Fairy Tramper was a step closer, so before Chu Wanning had time to retreat, the unsheathed black blade was pointed at his chest.

Fairy Tramper narrows her eyes.

He could not tell who he was pointing his sword at, as his eyes were grey. He only knew that his opponent's spirit was gone, like a man running at night on the Liang Shan mountain, listening to the reed pipe all night and the sound of singing on all sides.

All that remains is a desperate struggle for survival.

"Things that get in the way."

The thin lips open and close, and the knife cuts down

At this critical moment, a fan of gold came flying at Fairy Tramper's head and struck him with such force that Fairy Tramper immediately retreated and blocked with his sword, but was still forced to take a step back by the fan.

Immediately afterwards, three arrays of red and blue light descend from the sky, thundering down and trapping Fairy Tramper.

"Who?" Fairy Tramper couldn't move for a moment, so she gritted her molars and bellowed, "Come out!"

The black clouds turned to ink as three blurred shadows stood atop the lofty tower of Tongtian Tower, leaping down from the cascading rainstorm and landing steadily in front of the long steps. It was then that they could finally be seen, the three of them

A fox fur forehead pendant with a frivolous brow.

A man with blonde hair tied back and an icy gaze.

The man at the front of the room is in his thirties or forties, dressed in silver and blue light armour, with sharp eyes and a calm demeanour, a scar running diagonally across his left forehead, a man without any of the sharpness of a frivolous man, but with a calmness and a thickness that is very similar to that of Xue Zhengyong.

The man raises his hand, catches the back-spinning Xuanjin folding fan and raises a pair of youthless eyes.

It is the Mei family from a previous life and the brothers and

A thunderclap cracked the air.

Chu Wanning looking at the man

Another Xue Meng of the Red Dust