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The two figures intertwined in the sunlight, swords flashed like weaving, and every confrontation was accompanied by sparks.

Feng Luo's swordsmanship is sharp and every move is deadly; while Feng Qingjiu's swordsmanship is unconventional and he uses softness to overcome hardness. Currently, the two are equally strong and it is difficult to tell who will win.

[Ajiu sister...! Ajiu sister...! ]

A voice suddenly appeared in Feng Qingjiu's mind.

The appearance of this voice affected the performance of Fengqing wine.

【Sister Jiu...! 】

Feng Qingjiu was naturally familiar with this voice; it was the voice of the original owner.

Noticing the abnormality of Fengqing Wine, the system: [Host, what's wrong with you? ]

Feng Qingjiu: [The original owner's voice appeared in my mind just now. ]

The system was surprised: [No way! It shows here that the original owner has been reincarnated. ]

Feng Qingjiu: [Reincarnation bullshit, ever since the last time the original owner appeared, I have always felt that I have merged with her. She is me, and I am her, but I am the master who controls this body. ]

The system was confused: [I don’t understand that. I have never encountered such a situation before. It’s really strange. ]

Seeing Feng Qingjiu's unusual expression, Feng Luo seized the opportunity and used his unique skill. The sword light surged, like a dragon soaring into the sky, and went straight to Feng Qingjiu's vitals.

The system yelled: [Host, be careful. ]

The voice in my head is still there.

Feng Qingjiu's face was solemn, but she did not retreat. She took a deep breath, and it seemed that some kind of power was surging in her body.

Just as the sword light was about to touch her, Feng Qingjiu's sword also burst out with dazzling light, colliding with Feng Luo's sword in the air, making a deafening noise.

At this moment, the heaven and earth seemed to tremble. The power of the two reached its peak at this moment, and the sword light overflowed, tearing the surrounding air apart.

【Sister Jiu...! 】

Feng Qingjiu closed his eyes for a moment, forcibly suppressing the voice in his mind.

Then his figure suddenly accelerated, like a red lightning, and rushed straight towards Feng Luo.

Her sword drew a perfect arc in the air, and the tip of the sword flashed a dazzling light, as if it could pierce through the sky and earth and cut off everything.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to have stopped, with only the sword light of the Wushuang Sword shining in the air.

"Feathers that defy the will of heaven!" Feng Qingjiu shouted loudly, and swung his sword violently. The sword light was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and it slammed towards Feng Luo with endless power.

Feng Luo was horrified when he saw this, and quickly swung his sword to block it. However, Feng Qingjiu's sword was too powerful, and Feng Luo's giant sword was split in half.

The Wushuang Sword's blade continued to slash towards Feng Luo without weakening.

“Ajiu…! Stop…!”

Just when the Wushuang Sword was about to split Feng Luo's body in two, Song Shu rushed forward and blocked it with her body.

Gu Jingan shouted in panic: "A Shu...!"

Song Huaili: "Shu'er."

System: [Oh no, host, it's your mother. ]

Feng Qingjiu fiercely retracted the Wushuang Sword, because this was the last move of the eighth stage of Wushuang Sword Art, which was extremely powerful. Feng Qingjiu used his inner strength to retract the sword, and it would attack back at himself.

“Hmm…!” Feng Qingjiu took a few steps back, but his figure was still as light as the wind, as if what he had just experienced was not a life-and-death battle, but a gorgeous dance.

The system was worried: [Host, are you okay? ]

Feng Qingjiu: [I'm fine.]

Looking at Song Shu standing in front of him, Feng Luo staggered and took several steps back, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Shu'er, why do you want to...?"

After Feng Qingjiu stood firm, he immediately rushed to his beautiful mother, his tone full of anxiety: "Mom, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

It was a close call. If I had been a second slower, my beautiful mother would have been there by now.

Feng Qingjiu felt that his hands were shaking.

Song Shu opened her eyes and looked at her daughter: "Ajiu, I'm fine!"

Gu Jing'an and Song Huaili also rushed over.

The two also looked worried.

“Ashu…!”

“Shu’er…!”

"Mom, why are you doing this...?" Feng Qingjiu asked puzzledly.

Song Shu turned and looked at Feng Luo: "Ajiu, no matter what, he is still your father. I can't let you become a patricide. If you do that, you will become a sinner for all eternity."

"The Emperor will make the final decision on the crime he committed."

After hearing what Song Shu said, Feng Luo smiled sadly.

I thought she was doing this to me...!

It turns out that I was just being sentimental.

"Shu'er, tell me honestly, have you ever loved me?" Feng Luo asked.

Song Shu replied: "I loved you, Feng Luo. I thought we would grow old together and live happily ever after, but...!"

Feng Luo looked up at the sky and sighed deeply: "Shu'er, I'm sorry...!"

"It is Feng Luo who has let you down in this life."

"I love you, Shu'er, but when I found out, it was too late."

After Feng Luo finished speaking, he looked at Song Shu and showed an extremely gentle smile: "If I can meet you again in the next life, I will compensate you again."

With a hiss, there was the sound of a sharp sword cutting a throat.

In an instant, blood spurted out from Feng Luo's neck.

"Peng" Feng Luo fell heavily to the ground, ending his sinful life.

Song Shu slowly squatted down, reached out her hand, and wiped his open eyes.

"Be a good person in your next life!"

Gu Jingan helped Song Shu up: "Ah Shu...!"

The Emperor looked at the sword in Feng Qingjiu's hand and exclaimed: "So this is the unparalleled sword technique."

Thinking of the sword moves Feng Qingjiu had just used, the emperor took a long time to come back to his senses.

It was really shocking! Feng Luo had already reached the eighth level, but he couldn't resist the sword no matter how hard he tried.

"Puff" Feng Qingjiu spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then he slowly fell down.

Seeing this, Song Shu rushed over and supported her daughter: "Ajiu...!"

"Ajiu...! What's wrong with you?"

“Ajiu…!”

...............

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Feng Qing finally sobered up.

"Ajiu, you're finally awake. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Seeing her daughter waking up, Song Shu's face showed surprise.

Feng Qingjiu held his forehead and said, "Mother...!"

"Ajiu, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would cause such serious harm to your body." Looking at her own daughter, Song Shu's face was full of guilt.

"Divine Doctor Lu Li said that because you pulled back the Wushuang Sword with such force, the internal force that was supposed to hit Feng Luo hit your body instead."

“Ajiu…!”

Feng Qingjiu held the hand of the beautiful mother, smiled and shook her head: "Mother, my daughter is fine, just take some medicine and you will be fine. I know you are doing this for my own good."

"By the way, Mom, how long have I slept?" Feng Qingjiu looked at the sky outside which had already turned pitch black and asked.

Song Shu replied: "About three or four hours, what's wrong, Jiu?"

Three or four hours will be enough. We have to rush back to the Ghost Market. I don’t know how Amo and the others are doing.

"Mom, I have to hurry back to the ghost market."

"But how is your health?" Song Shu looked worried.

Feng Qingjiu: "I'm fine, mother, don't worry!"

"........."