lost narrative poem

Chapter 477 The art of drawing cards!reach a consensus

"Why are you doing this?!"

Murong Ziying clenched her fists tightly, feeling that there was a flame burning in her heart. He would rather hear a negative answer, no matter if there was something hidden in it, or because the other party was actually seeing an injustice. it's here.

He also didn't want to hear such an answer. The other party admitted that this was what he did.

It can be said that how much he respected the person in front of him before, how much hatred and anger he feels now.

Why does such a person want to do evil?He has always insisted on cultivating immortals and accumulating virtue, and taking defending the world as his own responsibility. For ten years, he always drew his sword to help in the face of injustice, and saved many people. However, there are tens of thousands of poor people in this world, and he cannot save them .

And the man in front of him clearly has boundless magic power, he can protect anyone he wants to protect, he can save anyone he wants to save, as long as he has a thought, he can save thousands of people in an instant, which is better than practicing in a lifetime.

But the other party fell into evil ways and chose to do evil... This made Murong Ziying feel extremely angry.

"Why? Is there a reason for this kind of thing?"

Xia Ran couldn't help smiling slightly, he leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, his whole sitting posture revealed a kind of leisurely attitude, as if he didn't want to waste most of his energy——

"It's just for convenience. It just so happens that I have the ability to do so."

Such an understatement answer, logical as it should be, instantly ignited all the anger of Leng Jun Jianxiu.

The other party is not lying, just telling the truth.

— just for convenience.

——It just happens to have that ability.

——So the other party did this, the reason is as simple as that.

It's not that complicated, and there is no conspiracy.But it is also because of this that it is even more terrifying. Everyone can (brain) hear (make up) a hint of extreme cruelty...

This person simply wanted to do it, so he did it, for no reason or need for a reason.

And under such a natural and terrible logic, countless young girls suffered in Chenzhou City during the nine years. They also did not commit any crimes, did nothing wrong, and were deprived of their youth and life just like that...

Such a thing is probably the so-called fate... But such a fate makes people's hearts go cold.

The clang resounded!

Murong Ziying's answer to this, of course, is - to use the sword!A flash of sword light was born, full of his anger, his killing intent, bursting out with an indomitable posture, soaring into the sky!

Even he himself didn't know where such power remained.

It is not necessarily stronger than when it was in good condition before, but the state of mind is completely different. It is a brilliant sword with all its strength, and it is not even for the pursuit of killing the enemy, but for the understanding of one's own thoughts.

No matter what the result of this sword will be, and no matter what fate I will end up with, I must make this sword.

It is better to seek from the straight than to seek from the melody!

This is the true demeanor of a sword fairy, blooming in an instant, leaving marks on the sky and the earth. It can be said that at the moment of this sword, his swordsmanship realm has been raised to a higher level.Swordsmanship is like the melody of the zither, like the mind, like the river, like the heaven and the earth, and it can be born with all things. Since it is a mastery sword without regrets, it naturally means that his sword heart has been polished again, and it has a certain effect. progress.

Of course, it was probably because he knew that even if he fought at such a close distance, it would be difficult to hurt a single hair of the opponent, so he had such pessimistic thoughts.

Yijian Guanghan turned into a horse training, which continued to enlarge in Xia Ran's pupils.

However, he sat still, and there was no panic in his expression, but a faint light flashed in his eyes, and he had accurately captured the information into the line of cause and effect, and filled it into the spell activated at a certain moment go.

The formation of the technique, the connection of the lines of cause and effect, and then the activation of the effect, this series of steps are nothing more than a blink of an eye, and it is completed before the sword light strikes.

But in the eyes of Murong Ziying who drew his sword angrily, what he saw was another scene. He felt that a mirror suddenly appeared in front of him, and he saw himself sending out a sword at himself.

Then, the illusion becomes reality.

It was a sword shining across the sky like a rainbow, suddenly bursting out from the void, and an attack from nowhere met his sword light!

Boom!

Boom!

Shocked back by a huge force, Murong Ziying, who was already at her limit, was so uncomfortable that she wanted to vomit blood, she flew backwards all at once, retreated to the entrance of the front hall, and managed to stabilize her figure.

He didn't even realize how his sword was blocked, and subconsciously looked at it, only to see a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appearing in front of him at some point...

The reason why we say both familiar and unfamiliar is that the most familiar person is himself, and the most unfamiliar is also himself.

The blue and white Qionghua dress looks elegant and unrestrained, and there is a sense of aristocratic son from a famous family in the sternness. He has a slender and tall figure, and there is a long cold jade sword gate on his back. The breath of the sword intent imprint left behind exudes...

It was clearly another Murong Ziying.

At this moment, Murong Ziying himself had a feeling that he was looking in the mirror, but before he turned the corner, the duplicate body on the opposite side had already seen him, was slightly taken aback, and then immediately flew into a rage—

"Where is the evildoer! How dare you pretend to be me?!"

What?Murong Ziying was startled immediately, to beat him up so directly and confidently?

However, the other party has already rushed over with the sword light in a murderous spirit, and seems to completely ignore other people around him, or it seems that he can't see other people at all, as if he exists in a very strange space, unique to the real world. The point of intersection is the connection with the real Murong Ziying.

The next moment, the battle is about to start!

The sword lights are like long laser whips, spreading out in a continuous circle around. It should have easily shattered the house, tore the ground, and wiped out everything, but it was not able to shake anyone in the front hall. Layout facilities.

The huge and pure spiritual power swept all directions, the fierce sword energy burst and cut the atmosphere, accompanied by the rolling thunderous explosion, countless messy lights and shadows flooded like a tide, flooding the entire hall in an instant!

"how come……"

"Uncle Ziying!"

Everyone watched the two Murong Ziying fight together, so it was hard to just stand by and watch, but just as they took action, another group of "they" appeared in the void at the same time.

The scene became chaotic in an instant, and turned into a melee again.

Everyone was instantly suppressed by another self, and there was no way to escape, and they were also shocked to find that they couldn't tell which companion around them was the real one, whether it was appearance, temperament, or spiritual power...

Everything is exactly the same, as if it came out of the same seal.

The only difference is that their state is different. Their own spirits have fallen to the lowest point, and it is impossible to talk about a fair fight. The melee has just begun, and there is a tendency to be slaughtered one-sidedly.

"Teacher, I have dealt with the affairs of the house..."

Miss Ouyang just walked in excitedly from the outside, and she was startled when she saw this, but when she subconsciously used her spiritual power to try to resist the impact of the aftermath, she found that everything was like a phantom, even the breeze blowing on her face Not really.

Because even the air is quiet, there is not even any air flow.

The young Taoist sat still on the main seat, watching the chaos with great interest, and the head maid stood quietly behind him, as if she was a puppet without any ability to act independently.

"Mingzhu is back... how much is the loss?" Xia Ran looked at her female apprentice calmly, and asked indifferently.

Ouyang Mingzhu stayed outside just now to repair the damaged courtyard of the mansion, deal with the puppets damaged by the war, and count the losses caused by this wave of indiscriminate disasters.

"My puppet is basically wiped out, but teacher, your puppet has nothing wrong with it, basically it just passed out..." Ms. Ouyang said unhappily, looking angrily at the puppet in the melee. everyone.

This group of people is really annoying, and they refuse to stop for a while when they come to the teacher, and is it so obvious to see people ordering dishes?Why do you choose your own doll to fight, but not the teacher's doll?

While thinking this way, she circled around and came to Xia Ran's side from the edge of the battlefield.

Even though her senses were telling her that there were really huge forces colliding with each other, and the aftermath of each blow could destroy at least half of Ouyang Mansion and blow up a bustling ancient street into the air.

However, it can only be seen and heard, but it cannot be touched. It seems to be a battle staged in another interlaced space dimension... The momentum is huge, but it only has light and shadow effects, without any actual power.

Her sleeves and hair were not blown by the airflow, and the surrounding chairs and desks were also motionless, as stable as Mount Tai.

But wanting to pass through such a realistic holographic projection is not a very interesting thing, especially Ouyang Mingzhu's consciousness is telling her that every spell and energy fluctuation in it is extremely lethal Time, nature will not ask for trouble.

The situation was one-sided, and soon the momentum gradually became weaker. While paying attention to the scuffle, Xia Ran said, "Isn't this normal?"

"Huh?" Miss Ouyang had a lovely puzzled expression on her face.

"My dolls have flesh and blood and can be regarded as living people. Your wooden frames don't even have life and blood on them. It's ridiculous to call them zombies...Of course they know which type they should keep their hands on."

Xia Ran casually hit his disciple.

"Well! This..." Ms. Ouyang was not convinced, and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, she became discouraged again, "I can't do that yet, teacher, teach me human bionics and Alchemy has obviously been thoroughly understood..."

"Having a thorough understanding of the knowledge points is not the same as being able to do something, and your goal is set too high from the beginning. It is impossible to achieve it in an instant like me..."

Xia Ran rubbed her chin, watched everyone being defeated by their parallel existence, and immediately revoked the corresponding spell, making each parallel mirror image disappear into the air.

"In fact, you operate according to the concept of sword casting, and you can use the method of sacrificing magic weapons. Step by step, as long as each step does not make mistakes, success is actually very simple, but it takes a long time..."

The scene has completely calmed down, and the brief melee that broke out just now has been completely suppressed by the card drawing technique, and it is also the last resistance.

After all, a group of people have repeatedly squeezed themselves to such a situation, and there must be an end. It is impossible to say that the infinite explosion of the small universe has really reached the limit. Everyone is sitting on the chairs one by one with a tired look——

Whenever they are easily defeated by another self, the next moment, the mirror image fighting them will dissipate directly, and they themselves will be manipulated again by puppets, wrapping their hands and feet with magic silk threads, so that they can directly find a place to sit down.

It seems that everyone's face is taken care of, but in fact it is overbearing to the extreme, and it is controlled by others from the beginning to the end, without any right to choose independently.

"..."

"..."

Everyone was powerless, even Murong Ziying and Qin Ji, who were the most staunch and jealous, were speechless, and could only stare angrily at the pair of master and apprentice who had no one in their eyes .

And what happened just now has indeed completely crushed their hearts, and it is impossible to imagine what kind of supernatural powers and spells it is, which can easily copy their existence and use it to defeat themselves.

Use the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son, and use the other's way to return to the other body.

In the understatement, it reveals a trace of grand and mysterious supernatural powers.

Even Liu Mengli, who is best at distinguishing differences, can't detect the difference at all, and even feels absurdly that the opposite self is real, and there is no difference between true and false...

In a sense, her spiritual sense was indeed very strong and keen, and she guessed the truth.The technique of killing each other in the mirror is not simply copying a person's mirror image as a puppet, but to actualize the possibility of the enemy's IF and become a real existence.

Thinking character, ideal pursuit, memory emotion, all thoughts and thoughts are that person, and there is absolutely no falsehood.

In the silence, Xia Ran also finished talking with her apprentice, and looked at everyone with a smile——

"It seems that everyone has no doubts, although it took some time to reach a consensus...but I think we have some misunderstandings between each other."

(End of this chapter)