The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 111 Real Name Reincarnation

No retreat, no concession, no doubt.

Senleng's sword intent, cross-cutting the path of the knife, with a hook of the hand, the world is already eclipsed, and the ink opens the landscape scroll.

The cold wind swept silently.

I saw that the thousand-year-old sword realm, in the clear black and white, was restless for fighting, and the drifting time, amidst the mournful sound of the sword, was slowed down by a snowfall.

Those purple eyes that were as touching as jewels slowly lifted up.

With a kind of obsessed eyes, nothingness, faintly, staring at the same kind who are surrounded by layers of endless blood rain and snow feathers.

Ji Xue's slender and beautiful palms gradually tightened.

One point, one point, gently, gracefully and extremely heavy, one point, one point, liberating the edge of Hong Chentan from the luxurious sheath.

The atmosphere instantly froze and frightened.

It's like holding the whole world in your hands, it's extremely depressing and shocking.

锃!

The moment the Excalibur was completely unsheathed, a beautiful trill sounded from the sky, and the magnificent and refreshing blue brilliance permeated hundreds of miles.

In a trance, I saw that it was full of snow, holding endless emerald flowers, pointing with a sword, sighing, plundering the ink marks of the pouring pool, and painting a touch of gorgeous beauty.

Her sword is her will.

Regardless of the occasion and location, and regardless of the hostility, how could she allow her to desecrate Nan Sixian's body at will?

Therefore, those who cross the border, the only option is to... kill!

"...So that's how it is." Sudden disruption by Leng Su's sword, the High Priest of the Spiritual Tribe nodded, but the sickly red color was even more stained in his eyes, "Is that the shackles that belong to you?"

He licked the blood red at the corners of his lips coquettishly, and a dangerous and ambiguous smile slowly widened.

He pursued the cold eyes of the swordsman with great interest.

Draw that charming gaze, outline a three-point unsolvable and highly poisonous entanglement, and drink through an indiscriminate destruction.

She clasped her fingers on the bloody tears of Shuyue on the blade, was obsessed with a mournful sound, and continued to speak in that provocative panting voice: "Well, if I kill her right now... , what kind of magnificent scene will your desperate sword transform into?"

No false teasing.

The blood-colored wings suddenly condensed with evil energy on the back are already real, and the red knife moon that is unparalleled in the sky is even more frightening.

This is the frenzy of killing, and it is also entangled with the sad reverberation of blood and withering.

High spirits!

Take the first step to cross the border, flutter the wings, and the knife comes out, passing by the shadow of the red rain and moon, but listening to the treacherous and decadent sound, like a knife weaving beautifully killing a country, the joy of gradually setting off noise.

After all, they fought again.

Just like when we met on the road for the first time, for no reason and with a tacit understanding, I secretly felt that it was reasonable.

Ji Xue still doesn't understand the other party's state of mind at this time, she just feels that at the moment when the high priest dances the tears of Shuyue, her sword, her heart, and her soul are all excited, excited A fight that misses each other.

As a result, the sword frost is thousands of miles away, the ink color is splashed into the painting, and the emerald red dust sighs and gathers its beauty——

The wind blows the snow on the sword, the person under the snow is elegant, the black and white world is hard to hide, and the three thousand snow silks scattered can only respond to one word... Zhan!

Those who advance will not retreat, and those who stand in the way will not give way.

Under the bloody moon in the snow, the stunning two have their own extreme movements, and the feather of the red poisonous dragon confronts the final front, launching a battle that no one can watch.

All of a sudden, the hand-to-hand moves are fierce, but you come and go, and every step is more addictive. The same shining eyes reflect the realm of the sword, revealing the meaning of the sword, and at this moment, they are performing a poignant and beautiful scene of killing and feasting together!

The shape and shadow of the wrong body, super easy and strange, is undoubtedly the only match in this world.

If it were to stay in normal times, she would definitely enjoy it like the woman with the knife now, right?

It's a pity that at this time, the swordsman who is concerned about Nan Sixian's safety has no room for self-indulgence.

getting weaker and weaker...

The tips of her ears trembled slightly, the too ominous sound of the sword made Ji Xue frowned, and a bit of eager impulsiveness flashed in her clear eyes.

———I can't continue to drag her on, let's have a showdown.

To raise power and accept energy, a sword is as fast as a sword.

Either the snow has no wind and clouds, or the ink covers the crescent moon, the scene of swords and swords resonating with each other suddenly becomes a one-sided situation where one is active and the other is passive.

However, breaking the deadlock by force does not come without cost.

Basically, the reason why the speed of the sword that has been pressed to the limit can be improved is because... the sword moves with both offense and defense are only left to fight for life without defense!

That would be boring.

Pressed firmly by the thick snow, and enduring the increasingly violent attack, the swordsman, who was injured everywhere, shook his head regretfully.

Gently exhale the scorching heat, suspending the torrent of desire that was so full that the white and delicate skin was reddened and almost burst.

Perhaps for others, the continuous strong attack is irresistibly fatal, but for her, Ji Xue lost the possibility of killing her the moment she made this choice.

Even though Ji Xue is more lethal in terms of moves, and the injuries exchanged are obviously lighter for Ji Xue, but the High Priest has an absolute advantage on the other hand.

immortal.

Ignoring any injuries, even the pain of the body was reduced to the limit.

As long as the curse that the King of the Spirit Race sacrificed himself for is still there, Ji Xue will be the only one who can't last.

Obviously at the beginning, I could still feel a breath of death...

——Perhaps, that woman should really be killed?

The High Priest, who was full of enthusiasm and receded only lazily, his movements slowed down, glanced at Nan Sixian who was outside the battle circle from the corner of his eye.

No, that would be too risky.

Although it is also fascinating to lead such a desperate person to a deeper despair.

But just a trace of murderous intent leaked, it could cause the impact on the tip of the sword, and it became even crazier and more desperate. If he really killed him, what should he do if he completely lost his mind.

After all, there was a slight possibility of being buried, and she couldn't afford to bet if she couldn't find any other way to die.

"Hmm, the conflict where both parties are unwilling to give in, this is really, cruel and desperate..."

After the soft complaint in a gentle and resentful tone, what followed was the creepy crisp sound of sharp blades cutting bones.

The timeless peak battle has returned to reality.

The blood rained down majesticly.

But what dyed the black and red robe was obviously the color that slowly faded along the emerald sword.

The knife moon on the zenith collapsed with the dissipating red mist and the poisonous bird, against the ink-stained snow environment, the last piece of bloodless poisonous feather fell on the corner of the eyebrow.

Slowly, let Leng Xin's sword leave from between the ribs, eyes that can't see pain, with a bewitching smile.

There is a kind of regret of unending love, which clearly falls at the end of the red mist.

"You've won this time." She said with a smile like this, standing in a dazzling pool of blood, made of her own blood, "Your supreme despair, let me stay here In the future, enjoy it again."

In an instant, I hallucinated a mournful sound that pierced through the heaven and earth, which was as piercing as a poisonous bird, and as sad and beautiful as a woman weeping.

Probably whose soul was mixed into the endless sound of swords...

"you……?"

That sword was a move that could be dodged completely, more precisely, it was intended to induce her to dodge.

The reason why the effect of slashing the waist and dodging the body is obviously because the opponent must have given way.

Slightly showing displeasure, Ji Xue, who was the winner, stared at the High Priest of the Spirit Tribe who was dragging blood all the way as if nothing had happened, and opened his mouth as if to say something.

However, the High Priest of the Spirit Tribe, who was also aware of this behind his back, waved his hands first and said indifferently: "Don't think too much, it's just that the employer who owes debts is about to be unable to support it. As for a white job, this kind of both It's not a desperate thing, but an annoying thing, I don't like it very much."

———Of course, there is the so-called ghost emperor, with such a face full of despair, it's just a bit unbearable to save her.

With a flash in her eyes, she quietly added in her heart, her cheeks blushing again.

"Humph."

Taking a last look at the woman who started to treat Mingzhu Bichen, Ji Xue reluctantly gave up her plan to pursue the matter.

Silently shaking the blood away from Hong Chen's sigh, all other expressions on her face finally gradually faded away, and finally, there was only a biting chill that was cold and unspeakable.

And the person who was gradually locked in by those terrifying eyes suddenly realized what kind of terrible situation he was in now.

"Hey, Ji Xue, why are you here too? Didn't you say you didn't want to participate..."

Reluctance to imitate Nan Sixian's tone in memory, "she" put her hands behind her back pretending to be cute, and secretly mobilized her spiritual power to activate a certain one-time fairy artifact rewarded by the mission, the Five Yin Bone Erosion God Thunder.

Previously, he had repeatedly influenced the body to poison this woman, and had successfully accumulated unimaginable pure yin and evil aura.

In addition, Ji Xue herself has lost the crime of destroying the world suppressed by the law of the wind valley, and the resentful soul of the monk who has been entrenched for a long time. The lack of cultivation should be able to kill.

As long as she can take advantage of Nan Sixian's identity, when she is defenseless, she can hit the Five Yin Bone Erosion God Thunder in her hand...

The bloody fierce light is hidden in the depths of the invisible eyes.

The illusion carefully maintained, but collapsed under the cold sword light that swept across my ears———

The "she" who was addicted to calculations only noticed at this time that the woman in front of her was not in her usual frosty state at all, but was genuinely full of murderous intent!

It is the killing intent aimed at "her" true identity!

"Ha, really, long time no see."

The green sword was raised far away, abandoning emotions, and stabilizing the sword state to the extreme possible.

The swordsman, whose whole body was in the wind and snow, finally spoke word by word: "My lord, reincarnation, Fu Sixian."

The author has something to say: I secretly waited until after twelve o'clock to finish the work...

I'm going to start a new article, I really want to write sweet articles, all of them are sugar (not knife) kind! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Modern, ancient, future, which theme should I choose, I am entangled...