Ink Blade Chapter 55 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 55.2 His Sword (part 2)
Yan Luo’s breathing was very heavy, there were several deep wounds on his body, and blood spread under his black robe. But he squinted his eyes, “It seems that this is the end for you and me.”
On the other side, Mo Ren also had several sword wounds on his body. But unlike Yan Luo, his face was pale at this moment, and his lips were already showing an ominous purple color.
He moved his lips, and suddenly his whole body trembled. He suddenly straightened up and coughed up a large mouthful of dirty blood!
“Cough…” As soon as blood was coughed up, Mo Ren’s eyes immediately scattered, his legs lost strength and he fell forward, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, he suddenly knelt down on the ground.
The black sword was inserted into the hard soil, and he supported himself with his pale hands, but it was difficult to even straighten his upper body.
The victory or defeat had been decided, life and death had been determined, it seemed that it really was the end here. Yan Luo turned around, grabbed Bai Hua’s wrist with a gloomy face, “You’re really useless, causing trouble one after another… Well, since things have come to this, come with me.”
Bai Hua was surprised, “Master!”
Yan Luo snorted coldly, “Back then, Chu Yan protected his guard tightly, if Mo Ren dies, how could Jiuzhong Palace let it go? Whether you live or die is no longer important, return to the south, prepare for war.”
As he spoke, he forcefully pulled Bai Hua and walked away, using his lightness skill under his feet, and his figure had already gone dozens of steps in a few words. Bai Hua panicked, “No, I don’t have martial arts, I will drag you down. Master is already injured, he can’t take me…”
Yan Luo: “Shut up, people from Changqing City are already coming over, you don’t have time to hide, it’s more troublesome for me to die here under the public eye…”
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Luo suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, and a cold sense of crisis came over him! His expression changed, and he suddenly pushed Bai Hua away, barely managing to exchange a sword with the newcomer.
Clang!——
Mo Ren was knocked flying by his sword, hitting hard against a tree trunk, and he spat out blood and slid down.
He coughed violently, and the blood that gushed out of his mouth had turned dark, first staining his clothes, and then seeping into the mud beneath him. But in his slightly convulsing fingers, he still tightly held that dark sword.
“You…” Yan Luo looked at the man who seemed to have only one breath left with a pale face, and he staggered to his feet and pointed his sword at himself again.
This person is clearly poisoned, but he…!
Mo Ren, gasping for breath, raised his pale face, and in his black and scattered eyes, the sword light was not extinguished, “…it’s not over yet.”
In front of him… it was black…
The figures of Yan Luo and Bai Hua were already somewhat unclear.
Mo Ren raised his wrist, and held the sword in his hand.
For some reason, even though he was already stepping on the threshold of death, he felt a sense of peace. He had a hunch that Chu Yan was very close to him, his intuition was always accurate, so maybe it was only a few miles away.
And he… will die here.
Because he is the sword of his Master. So he should always be sharp, to clear the way for his Master, to eliminate all enemies. He should be fearless until death, invincible until death, and never regret until death.
Mo Ren drew his sword. He knew that this was his last sword.
But actually…..Mo Ren thought quietly, actually, he had done too many things in his two lifetimes that were not like a sword.
He played sword dances, learned to make tea, accompanied his master to watch pear blossoms; he served his master to change clothes and meals, and served his master to bathe and sleep. The sword should be cold and hard, but when serving as a personal guard, being too hard would hurt the master, so he also learned to be soft, although he might not learn very well. His master had a very picky temper and was not easy to serve. He had to work very hard to please his master… even sometimes, he worked very hard but still couldn’t please him.
But he had tried his best.
This sword, with the most relieved posture, pierced through the night, and at the end of the blade, Yan Luo was holding the sword with his eyes wide open, his face tense. Mo Ren faintly realized that this would be the most perfect sword in his two lifetimes combined.
He was confident that he and Yan Luo would die together.
As long as Yan Luo is killed, Bai Hua is not to be feared, the Wuxian Sect will just be a mob without a leader, and his palace master can avenge his great revenge, from then on——
His thoughts suddenly went blank for a moment.
From then on…what?
What does he want his Master to do?
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Outside the east gate of Changqing City, several figures were moving quickly.
“Master… Master! The secret guards have fallen behind, please slow down!”
Qiu Jin’s forehead was already sweaty, she finally couldn’t help but call out, but the figure in front of her didn’t slow down at all.
The maid called out twice but couldn’t stop him, so she had to shut up and stop calling.
A moment ago, when she found out that Bai Hua had used poison on the guards, and Mo Ren left the Jiuyun Jade Token to chase after him alone, she was so scared that her soul flew away. At this moment, she was already anxious and just hoped that Elder Brother Mo wouldn’t have an accident.
And the Master, the Master is even more…
They originally hurriedly called out the secret guards, and also sent people to Shuijing Tower and Xuyang Sword Sect to send letters for reinforcements…
As a result, no one could keep up with Chu Yan, who was running at full speed. Only Qiu Jin, Ying Dian, and Ying Yu could barely keep up with the point of the palace master’s shadow.
At this moment, a few people’s eyes flashed, and then it suddenly became clear, as they bumped into a wilderness trail.
The fog in the forest was lingering, Ying Dian could tell at a glance that something was wrong, and anxiously shouted, “Palace Master, you can’t go forward, there is poisonous smoke ahead, let me…..Palace Master!?”
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When he stabbed that sword, Mo Ren’s mind was blank. He seemed to hear Chu Yan calling his name from a distance, the name given by the sword.
Excessive blood loss and the erosion of toxins made his consciousness unclear. Mo Ren didn’t know what he was thinking subconsciously, and the last thought in his memory was still “his Palace Master”.
He drew his sword, colliding with a strong force. The sword’s edge grazed another, the reflected moonlight scattering and dazzling his eyes, blood met blood, and a muffled grunt came from the other side.
He heard a call that was all too familiar, a painful cry ringing in his ears.
“——Ah Ren!!!”
Ding…——
Mo Ren fell from mid-air, drained of strength. He opened his eyes, his hand that had been gripping the long sword from the beginning finally loosened, allowing the hilt to slip from his fingers and fly high into the air.
In his sometimes clear, sometimes blurry vision, he saw Yan Luo escape, leaving a trail of fresh blood, the color of blood and the moon merging into one. Chu Yan, who had rushed over, did not pursue the enemy, but reached out to him, his expression almost desperate and mad.
He also saw the sword.
He stared blankly…..watching the black long sword that had slipped from his hand, cracking inch by inch under the moonlight, and finally shattering into countless pieces with a crisp sound.
Each piece seemed to reflect his own bewildered expression. He was falling, the wind whistling past his ears, messing up his long hair. Mo Ren was somewhat dazed in his trance, seemingly not understanding why things had turned out this way.
The last moment…yes, just at the last moment when he was about to kill Yan Luo.
His sword…
Had deviated.
