C499 Dead

"Then die!" As soon as Lin Yuhan finished his words, he heard a loud shout and saw a figure rushing out from the crowd. Before anyone could react, he had already arrived in front of Lin Yuhan. It was Yuen Xuan. Without saying another word, she raised her hand and stabbed forward.

She did not dodge, nor did she put up any resistance. She saw Lin Yuhan still closing his eyes.

Perhaps it was due to anger, or perhaps it was due to her old technique, Yuen Xuan did not have any intention of stopping when she saw Lin Yuhan like this. Her face was filled with anger, and her eyes were filled with fury. She stared fiercely at Lin Yuhan. As for the long saber in her hand, it was like an arrow that had left the bow, rushing straight towards Lin Yuhan's heart.

Lin Yuhan was still standing in the same spot, not moving at all.

Death. . . This thing was not unfamiliar to Lin Yuhan. Or, it could be said that he was no stranger to anyone on the battlefield. In the world of martial arts, who wouldn't be living on the edge of a blade? Who didn't have their heads tied to their belts for a living? If one wasn't careful, one's head would be separated from the body. If one wasn't careful, one might lose their life on the spot. Take Jian Cong, Kui Dazhuang, Zhao Dachui, and the others for example. Who would have thought that they would die today? Who would have thought that there would be such a huge change today?

Because the path of life was unpredictable and unpredictable, people always held a trace of respect towards life and a trace of fear towards death. They were afraid of dying before their ambitions were fulfilled, afraid that their long-cherished wishes might not have happened in vain. It was said that it was better to stay alive than to die, because only by staying alive would there be hope.

Yes, hope. But what if there was no hope of living? Or could it be that he didn't know what he was hoping for, or what he was praying for?

No one would have thought that Lin Yuhan would be so calm in the face of death. Perhaps even Lin Yuhan hadn't thought that death would be a relief to him.

Six years ago, Lin Yuhan had lost Lin Yuchen. Lin Yuhan searched for six years, a total of six years. Hope after hope, disappointment. Despair. Hope again. Luckily, Lin Yuchen had finally returned. Unfortunately. . . No one knew when, but Lin Yuhan had once again lost him. Lin Yuhan did not know where to start or where to start. He didn't have the ability or the courage to look for him. Because Lin Yuhan was afraid of finding it. In the end, he found out that he had never existed.

Life and death might be the same, or it could be said that his life was just a formality. Or perhaps, his existence was unnecessary, whether it was in the Sword Sect or in the Jianghu.

Most of the disciples of the Sword Sect had used the term 'seizing the magpie's nest' before. Lin Yuhan had heard it more than a thousand times. He didn't know whether it was the moment when Lin Yuhan learned the Nine Dragons Spell, or the moment when everyone found out that Lin Chenghou was going to pass the position of Sword Sect Leader to Lin Yuhan.

Everyone knew that the Sword Sect was a family, a family, and the family name of the Sword Sect had been Lin for generations. Indeed, Lin Yuhan's surname was also Lin, but he was after all, a foster son who was not related to Lin Chenghou by blood and had a mysterious background. An appendage? A substitute?

Lin Yuhan did not know why Lin Chenghou insisted on passing the position of Sword Sect Leader to him. There might be some hidden secrets behind this, but after all, the family name of Sword Sect was Lin, and it should belong to Lin Yuchen. If it wasn't for him, Lin Yuchen would have returned. If he died, perhaps there wouldn't be so much of a struggle and awkwardness. . .

Not only the Sword Sect, but also the Jianghu. "Devil Standing and Killing Devil" was equally famous as Jue Wuchen. This wasn't just about martial arts, but also other things.

From the Renmo Mound to the Tang Sect and then to the unmarked common graves, Lin Yuhan had become a devil, causing panic in the Jianghu. Everyone was in danger. . .

Just like what Lin Yuhan had said, not only was it because of Lin Yuchen, Lin Yuchen's matter was just the trigger. Lin Yuhan had a wish since he was young, just like how Lin Yuchen wanted to become a peerless expert like Yun Zhifann. Lin Yuhan also had a wish, a wish that he had never told anyone about, and that was to kill all the bad people. All. . .

When he was young, Lin Yuhan felt that the bad people did bad things. It was very detestable. Moreover, his parents might have been harmed by the bad people. If there were no bad people, perhaps he would not have become an orphan, an orphan whose roots were unknown.

Later on, he also did the same thing, starting from the moment Lin Yuchen disappeared. It was just that this pile. . . One by one, each and every one of them was a person. Lin Yuhan, on the other hand, was confused and confused. There were indistinguishable truths in the martial world, inaccurate right and wrong, indistinguishable black and white, and inexpressible good and evil.

Sometimes, even Lin Yuhan himself didn't know if it was good or evil, right or wrong, black or white, or devil slaying, or if it had already become a devil. . .

Lin Yuhan knew that the so-called prestige was only because they were angry but didn't dare to say anything. Everyone wished that Lin Yuhan's head would be separated from his body, and that he would lose his reputation.

Once Lin Yuhan lost his footing, it would mean that everyone would push him down the wall!

Just like today, Nian Zhengying's words were indeed reasonable and reasonable, but it was also very funny. Obviously, there weren't many people who truly believed him, but he was lying to himself. There were countless people who pretended to believe him. . .

For the "harmonious" Jianghu, Lin Yuhan's existence was too sudden, too strange, and too abnormal.

If one could say that there were only a few people like Lin Yuchen who were obsessed with martial arts since ancient times, but people like Lin Yuhan were people who had never been seen in the past. No one had come after him. . . .

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Lin Yuhan had become a complete mess in the martial arts world. Perhaps Lin Yuhan would be able to return the peace and quiet of the martial arts world even if he died.

Everything in front of him was dark. Lin Yuhan felt like he had lost his focus in the endless void. It was as if he was floating in the air.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Everything had dimmed down. When a person truly started to face death, many things might not be so important anymore. Everything on the battlefield had turned into nothingness. Perhaps only when all the lead had dispersed would one be able to see the heart, or perhaps only when death truly arrived would one dare to face their own heart.

Yuen Xuan, Yuen Xuan, who was approaching him, was the only existence that Lin Yuhan could sense. She was also the one Lin Yuhan felt most sorry for in his life. Man. . .

Did he love her? Love. . . Absolutely love. . . And it was the love from the bottom of his heart. It was unforgettable. But Lin Yuhan did not dare to love. He could not love. It was not only because of the so-called Mount Tai Sect rules. There were other hidden facts. Lin Yuhan didn't dare to tell Lin Yuchen or anyone else.

More importantly, Lin Yuhan couldn't afford to love her. He couldn't. Lin Yuhan had made too many enemies in the martial arts world. He might even make more enemies. If Yuen Xuan didn't follow him, what could he give her? Lin Yuhan did not even dare to imagine what Yuen Xuan would encounter and face after following him.