Looking at the sword in the cold light

"Really, it depends on your ability, don't say too much bold words." Gu Ling Shiyan said calmly, he habitually curled his index finger and ring finger, and stretched out a little, like a finger If it were someone else, he would think his action was a bit strange, but Mr. Bian Xi would not. Gu Ling Shiyan's cold eyes were full of certainty, and even looked at the person in front of him as if he was already approaching the prey in the cage. He flexibly turned his wrist and pulled out a silver sword flower. A puff of blue smoke came out, and the sword disappeared in the smoke. The blue smoke lingered around him like mist, and his fingertips lit up with green light again. , the figure moved like a ghost, drawing several semicircles in the void ahead. "Smoke and dust look at the moon in anger."

Bian Xijun floating in the air still has a proud face, he is always so high above, he wears a nail cover on his left index finger, it is long and sharp, gaudy, it is also curled up like an orchid finger, put his hand on his chest The nail cover is even more conspicuous in front of him.Mi Da finally found a person who is more mother than Guling Shiyan, he probably wants to laugh very much, but he must restrain himself, not to let Guling Shiyan know, and what is even more strange is that the "peacock" is a In this way, even if it is public.

Benji-kun had a stern look on his face, and he had no intention of giving in. He raised his sword, and the listless peacock phantom behind him let out a low cry, and disappeared instantly, as if there was a gust of wind around him. His gorgeous and cumbersome robes There was a sound of hunting, and it fluttered from side to side. White lights shot out from his body, gradually covering his surroundings. Many colorful peacock feathers floated beside him, as if the peacocks scattered them here. How could the wrath of the peacocks end so easily? , he looked down at the dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum below, and he could still see the dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum in the green smoke.

Guling Shiyan moved his fingers, it was a gesture of beckoning, the green smoke behind him swung to the front, a shiny sword suddenly appeared from the green smoke, the sword floated beside him, the tip of the sword tilted upwards, Bian Xijun floated over there, and the sword was covered with a layer of soft shimmer, which reduced the chill a bit.Bian Xijun above swooped down holding his sword instead, the purple light was reflected on the cheeks of the two of them, Bian Xi Jun had spotted Guling Shiyan, swung his sword and slashed down, Guling Shiyan dodged, Only the afterimage was cut, and then he heard the harsh sound of the sword rubbing against the sword. Kunwu's edge was close to his sword and slashed upwards. Throw it aside.The two fought back and forth in the air, Gu Ling Shiyan was not at all anxious, but Bian Xijun was anxious, but this would easily expose his weaknesses, and he had to try to keep himself as calm as possible.Suddenly, several streaks of black air flew from the four mirrors next to it, twisting and winding like vines. Seeing that the black energy was only coming towards him, and there were quite a lot of them, he swung his sword to cut off the nearby ones. The severed black energy struggled for a few times, and then disappeared, but the number was too much, and there was still smoke from the ancient mausoleum entangled on it, Bian Xijun lowered down a little, and swung his sword sharply, angrily With a shout, the sword almost drew a semicircle, and a strong golden light swept across the front. The two spotless mirrors in front reflected the light, and also clearly reflected the picture here. Send out a few sword qi, trying to smash the mirror.

Faced with layer after layer of attacks, Gu Ling Shi Yan did not retreat, he turned into two figures, his other shadow was in front, he threw Kun Wu up, soft white light appeared on his fingertips, He swiped his hands a few times quickly, dragging his slender tail, and before anyone could see the afterimage of the white light, it disappeared. The shadow in front used a human sword, and his figure overlapped with the shadow in a flash. The two swords merged and cut, and the streaks of purple sword energy broke out.In the layers of black smoke and light, Mr. Bianxi actually saw the figure of the ancient mausoleum passing down from above, and the cyan sword light drew a big opening in the purple. He didn't get hurt at all this time, last time he could hurt Guling Shiyan, the more he thought about it, the weirder it became, but he couldn't allow him to think too much, the Guling Shiyan in front of him was so menacing that it would cut him in two at once.

Bian Xijun tried his best to dodge the blow, but he could still feel the fluctuation of the power, and heard the sound of a broken mirror, and the black energy around him was reduced by half. When he looked again, he found that the ancient mausoleum had passed away. The figure of Yan disappeared, and he remembered that when he dodged, Guling Shiyan was still very close. A thought flashed through his mind, and he gritted his teeth suddenly. He realized that he must have been deceived by Guling Shiyan again.

The dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum was still floating in the place where the shadow was before. Looking at the people below with cold eyes, he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. Mr. Benxi was a little out of his wits, and he didn't know that what was there before was just a shadow. He didn't like to play this kind of guessing game before. , it's quite handy to use now

Bian Xijun hated Guling Shiyan in his heart. Guling Shiyan usually pretended to be a gentleman, but in fact he was a sinister person. To repay Guling Shiyan, and what makes him even more incredible is that there are people like Guling Shiyan, and Du Wuyu is nostalgic for this half-dead life and refuses to return to Nihai Chongfan.A black vortex suddenly appeared below, with a strong attraction, as if ten thousand hands were pulling on Mr. Ben, trying to pull him down.The ancient mausoleum passing smoke at the top can be regarded as really seeing the "peacock" enter the cage. The Bian Xijun below evades from left to right and flies upwards with all his strength, but is torn off again. With a sword, Bian Xijun saw the dead smoke of Gu Ling coming down, and he was determined to die with Gu Ling and die together. He shouted loudly, the blade of the sword shone brightly, swept around, and heard several other mirrors. The broken sound, this magnificent scene flickered and became a little blurry, and I could vaguely see the picture in Du Wuyu's house, as if the illusion was about to disappear, Mr. Benxi felt that the suction pulling him down was much weaker and was gradually disappearing .

Guling Shiyan stepped back, pursed his lips tightly, and didn't even make a sound. This time, the damage to him was still quite serious. The blood gushing up to his throat couldn't be suppressed. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't feel it at all. Pain, once again attacked Bian Xijun, Bian Xijun barely escaped, the black vortex below was still there, who would have thought that the speed of the ancient mausoleum's passing smoke was extremely fast, he had just been repelled by him and came up again, he couldn't dodge in time, Gu Ling Ling Siyan pierced his shoulder with a sword, and he screamed in pain and was forced to fall.A translucent black vortex had already engulfed the figures of the two, and the surroundings of the room also showed the scenery outside the room in the dark night.

In a daze, Mr. Benxi felt someone calling him, he felt pain all over his body, slowly opened his eyes, the surrounding was dark, he found that he was lying on the ground for some reason, he sat up, looked around, couldn't In the distance is Du Wuyu's house, the door is open, and seeing that the tables and chairs inside are intact, he remembers that the tables and chairs have been destroyed, and the surrounding scenery is both real and illusory, so that he doesn't know where he is now. In his heart, he hoped that the person calling him was Du Wuyu.

"Ben Xijun." Another voice called.Bian Xijun listened carefully, it was actually Du Wuyu's voice, he looked around, and he was the only one, the candle was still on in the room, and he really heard Du Wuyu calling him again, Bian Xijun shook his head. Shaking his still a little dizzy head, he shouted: "Cause is popular, is it you!?"

"It's me." Du Wuyu suddenly appeared in front of Mr. Bianxi. When Mr. Bianxi saw Du Wuyu's figure, he felt dizzy and dizzy, and he couldn't even think. The light was dim, and the voice was ethereal and reverberating. He thought that he must be out of his mind so that he saw people as double images. He walked slowly towards Du Wuyu, stretching out his hand as if wanting to touch it. Wuyu took a step back, with a hesitant expression on his face. Mr. Benxi felt excited and weak, and he barely stood still. He was hurt by Du Wuyu's move, and said: "Why? You don't like me like that? "Du Wuyu didn't answer him, he looked so indifferent, Bian Xijun looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly laughed, he touched his forehead, shook his head again, and pressed all the words back to his heart, I really don't understand He gave so sincerely, Du Wuyu had no feelings for him at all, a person who was so cruel to him was the real Du Wuyu, and the one who could cook porridge to coax people like before was definitely a fake, he laughed at himself for being too naive Will go to the ancient mausoleum to die in smoke.

The sky was drizzling and the night was dark and lifeless. "Misfortune comes, do you know..." Bian Xijun pointed his sword at Du Wuyu, the cold tip of the sword pointed straight at Du Wuyu, his arms trembled a little, Du Wuyu stared at him indifferently, as if Not caring at all whether he was going to stab himself to death with a sword, Bian Xijun's fingertips trembled, and he suddenly stuck the sword on the ground, whispering. "I can't treat you like this, no, I'm just a little excited and can't control myself, you won't know why, no." He spoke incoherently, as if talking to himself.

"What's wrong with you?" Du Wuyu asked, Bian Xijun looked a little crazy to him.

Bian Xijun heard the familiar voice, and he looked at the trance figure again. Du Wuyu was real and illusory, with a faint light around his body. He supported his painful head, pulled out the sword stuck in the ground, and held it backwards. Jian, shook his head several times to Du Wuyu in front of him, kept saying no, straightened the sword he was holding backwards in his hand, and said, "Winning the wind? No, no, no, I won't be fooled by the death of the ancient mausoleum again." , don’t lie to me again, don’t lie to me again!” Bian Xijun almost gritted his teeth and said the next few words, he felt that the person in front of him was as hateful as the ancient mausoleum, he didn’t know if it was the real body or the shadow, it didn’t matter It's important, now he just wants to kill the person opposite him with a single sword. The night rain hit Mr. Bian Xi on the face, but Du Wuyu's face was still dry. Du Wuyu cut it off.Du Wuyu didn't dodge either, and was pierced through the heart by Bian Xijun's sword. He hummed a low voice and uttered a few words with difficulty: "Bian Xijun."

Bian Xijun was stunned for a moment. He involuntarily stretched out his hand to embrace Du Wuyu's sliding body, and looked down at the person in his arms. His sword stabbed so hard that the hilt was already on his chest. In chaos, he began to shake. He drew out his sword and hugged the body that was getting colder. Du Wuyu half-opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at him sadly. He still had half a breath left, and his lips trembled as if he had a lot to say. Say to Bian Xijun.Bian Xijun hugged Du Wuyu and didn't know what to say. Tears welled up inexplicably in his eyes, but they couldn't come out. Looking at Du Wuyu's figure, he felt strange and vague. His heart was very confused. I don't know what's wrong, I even have the urge to commit suicide, Du Wuyu's sad appearance makes his heart go away, and the place he is in is very strange, he neither believes nor believes, the contradiction makes him have many kinds of impulse.

"Disasters..." Bian Xijun hugged him tightly, he really wanted to shed some tears, but unfortunately no matter how much he blinked his sour eyes, he couldn't shed any tears, which made his heart even more depressed, so he kissed Du Wuyu With pale lips, determined to go with Du Wuyu, he put down Du Wuyu and picked up the sword.

Just when Bian Xijun was about to commit suicide, Du Wuyu called out weakly: "Bian Xijun."

"Misfortune prevails." Ben Xijun leaned over and grabbed Du Wuyu's hand tightly, "I'm sorry... I want to go with you." Now he is completely confused, even if it is fake, he wants to go together. He couldn't restrain the crazy impulse in his heart, he had never been so crazy before, maybe it was because of love, maybe it was because of other things.

"Listen to me," Du Wuyu's voice was dry, and he spoke with great difficulty. He moved his fingers and wanted to hold Bian Xijun's hand back, but unfortunately he didn't have the strength. He seemed to have exhausted his last strength and said. "I, I never... never, don't like it, you... don't..."

Du Wuyu's voice became smaller and smaller, Bian Xijun was already lying on Du Wuyu's body, facing Du Wuyu's face, for fear of missing something, he could hear his mood ups and downs, and his pale lips kept closing Suddenly, two slippery and horrible things drilled out of the pale lips, no skin, only red flesh, reflecting the sticky and disgusting water light, Mr. Benxi was slightly startled, the two disgusting things burrowed into his mouth.