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In the darkness, regardless of whether it was snow or wind or moon, there was only the void. The cold wind blew out from the abyss, causing the heart to feel as cold as ice.

Facing the sword of Sword Master Yunwu, there was no escape, no escape!

Cardinal's gradually chilled heart was jolted awake by a shout, "Cardinal!" What followed was the sound of the Soul Absorbing Blade cutting through the darkness.

In his heart, Shu Cheng was bewildered, who was it? Who would help at this moment?

Without thinking too much, he stretched out his hand to catch the Soul Eating Blade that was flying towards him from the forest.

He desperately resisted that sword!

Blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth, and the blade that Cardinal had used to shake his hand was already trembling. The Soul Search knife was almost unable to be gripped tightly, and his hand hung limply by his thigh.

Although the price was quite heavy, he was still able to block the blade. Cardinal revealed a smile, and a mouthful of blood flowed out from the smile …

When he saw the face of the approaching person, even though his mouth was full of blood, he could not help but laugh.

Then, a tear fell from the lips of the Cardinal. With a pitiful smile, he turned his gaze to the forest, thanking her.

He suddenly turned around and without hesitation jumped off the cliff behind him.

"..."

At the bottom of the cliff, the scene in front of his eyes constantly repeated itself!

The wind whistled by his ears. Because of the force of the wind, the blood that flowed out from the various parts of Cardinal's body did not fall down, but floated up into the sky instead.

After a few seconds, the distance of several dozen zhang would be over. At that time, he might even be dead.

"..."

On the cliff.

"He jumped." Yingxu repeated this obvious fact.

Swordmaster Yunwu was dispirited. It was as if he had expended too much energy and vitality after that battle.

Swordmaster Yun seemed to have aged a few more years, but it seemed as if he was once again brimming with vitality.

The moss in the green garden appeared before his eyes, and the past came to him like smoke.

"Is he dead?" Swordmaster Yun was like a child worrying about gains and losses, with an extremely uncertain tone, as if Ying Xu was an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, possessing an insight into the world and a calm heart.

Ying Xu looked down at the bottomless abyss. "He's probably dead."

"Dead?" Swordmaster Yunwu trembled as he asked again.

"Dead!" Yinxu's answer was categorical. Just to reassure the suspicious child.

Most adults are able to accept ambiguities, like, probably, maybe. However, the child did not know the reason. He only liked to hear words that were absolute, definite, and without any differences. Yes, yes, no!

Is it also for this reason that the pony should always ask for advice when crossing the river? If someone had given him an affirmative answer, would he have to step into the river regardless of its depth? What were the questions asked by the pony when he crossed the river, and what answers were needed?

Swordmaster Yun Wu suddenly burst into tears! It was almost crazy!

"Hahahaha …" Hahahaha... "Hahahaha …"

Then he suddenly calmed down and put away his sword.

Swordmaster Yunwu said calmly, "Let's go." A moment later, the Sword Master of the Cloudsoaring sect once again became a reclusive expert, and once again became a mature and dignified old man.

Ying Xu bowed to the Sword Master. "Yes."

Ying Xu didn't know where this strange feeling came from. He only felt that Sword Master Yun, who had gone insane, seemed to have suddenly relaxed. Even though he had already lost a lot of life force and his hair had turned a few more gray, it was as if his entire person had gained some vitality.

"..."

After the two of them left, only a corpse was left on the cliff.

The person who had suddenly entered the battle had been killed in one move by Ying Xu's sword.

It was just a single person, yet the person who had appeared out of nowhere was the person who had come to help kill the remaining evildoers in the sect. Killing him with a single sword strike would result in his death, and he wouldn't be moved in the slightest.

He walked past the corpse by his feet, unmoved. He didn't say anything extra. He didn't have a shred of mercy in his heart.

Sometimes, after killing someone, he might feel some regret or even a bit of self-blame.

Sometimes, there was a hint of happiness and a hint of generosity in killing someone.

However, these emotions did not manifest themselves in Ying Xu's body. It was impossible for Swordmaster Yun to feel anything.

After experiencing life and death situations, would it not become more and more indifferent towards life and death?

People who had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood wouldn't care about a mere life.

The two of them left.

At the back of the mountain, on top of an unnamed cliff, was a corpse. Snowflakes were snow, trees were trees, and rocks were rocks and boulders.

Everything in the world was so heartless that no matter what happened, there would be no change in expression.

Only those creatures with independent consciousnesses would feel uncomfortable.

When an elephant is about to die, it does not linger for ten thousand miles to the place it has decided to belong. People call it a tomb.

The grizzly will bite its cub to death when its cub is arrested at the same time as it, and then slam into the cage in an attempt to quickly end its own life.

Living things have emotions, but the heavens are merciless. All of this was because Mother Nuwa had created people, and the reason why people were created was perhaps because the world was simply too desolate and boring.

Without the wonderful performances of all kinds of life, the world would be boring.

In the end, who wouldn't have no other choice?

For the rest of their lives, who wouldn't be full of choices?

Perhaps, living beings would have emotions, instincts, and thoughts. Everything was a matter of heaven giving someone a choice.

Perhaps they were all rights that made someone feel that they had no other choice.

The dead had ended his life, his thinking.

When Cardinal fell off the cliff, he was not only thinking about life, he was also thinking about living.

When he smiled, the man smiled back.

So Cardinal shed tears at that time.

"..."

Cardinal stamped his feet on the ground. He did not care about the wind, he did not care about his injuries, he was alive!

Huai Cheng brought up his empty internal energy! His muscles and bones stung. His face was contorted by the wind and was constantly being pulled upwards.

Cardinal fell into a frenzy as he repeatedly stamped his feet on the ground! Borrowing power out of thin air! Cardinal Qing Gong could have done this, but he could not do it so easily.

At this moment, he was heavily injured, and both of his hands had almost lost consciousness. However, he refused to let go of the Soul Absorbing Blade in his hands.

He allowed the piercing pain to strike him, the pain to his abdomen, the cold wind to blow past him, and the pain in his heart to surge about recklessly.

Cardinal gave a low roar, trying his best to stabilize his falling figure.

However, there were times when manpower was poor.

The falling speed of Cardinal had slowed down by a lot. He had persisted for an unknown amount of time, and then suddenly lost all support. Cardinal could no longer struggle, and he no longer even had the strength to kick.

The falling speed of the Cardinal began to increase as he closed his eyes.

The sky was dark. Even if he opened his eyes, he wouldn't be able to see anything.

Death was nothing. It was pitch-black, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Bang!" A loud sound echoed out, accompanied by the sound of bones fracturing and bodies trembling violently.

A man covered in blood lay in the snow.

Snowflakes swirled in the air. The snowflakes were not heavy and scattered everywhere.