The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 25

The earth is scorched earth covered by a thick layer of snow, and the sky is dull without a trace of color.

Blood gathered into a river, and corpses piled up like a mountain.The unacceptably disgusting scene shows the end of the brutal killing.

The dilapidated snowfield exudes a horror like hell.

In this place where the vitality that should have been silent has disappeared, what is tensely confronting at this moment is the delicate and eye-catching red, and the murderous and ruthless black.

Well, it is not entirely true to say that the tense confrontation is actually not true. After all, in fact, the two sides are far from equal.

The red-clothed woman standing leaning on the qin, covered in embarrassment and scars, can be said to be so nervous that she is about to cry, although she is holding on and refusing to give in.

But the pretty girl with purple eyes and black hair opposite her is completely different.

Indifference, no, not even the word indifference.

It was as if she had no emotion at all, and treated murder as a normal breathing monster. She did not spare a trace of affection when she shot, and cut the sympathetic woman in red with bloodstains all over her body.

Even though the other party was so weak that it was difficult for her to stand up, she still ignored him and continued to press forward step by step, full of...killing!

Hurry up and run, what are you waiting for!

If a well-meaning person saw this scene, they would probably yell at the woman in red with trembling legs like this?

With the obvious difference in strength that everyone knows, coupled with the excessive bleeding of the body, it is simply stupid to still choose to fight head-on.

However, she has a reason why she does not want to escape——

"Stop...stop!" Nan Sixian twisted the Lingjue with an angry face, turned the piano into a sword, and shouted loudly: "You are not allowed to use this face to do such a thing!"

The executioner who slaughtered thousands of people in front of her eyes, although it was obviously different from that perennially indifferent expression, this black-haired demon clearly had Ji Xue's face on his face.

Although I don't know why I was teleported here, and I don't know what happened here, but it is an indisputable fact that this guy is killing people mercilessly.

The piercing cold eyes, the little blood that belonged to the old and the weak, women and children, are obviously the same face, but reflected in Nan Sixian's heart with completely different feelings.

———Absolutely don't allow this bastard to tarnish the face of Dead Ice Cube again!

Nan Sixian flicked his heart, turned his sleeves and moved his wrists, amidst the surging clouds, the string without strings reappeared in the sky, and under the touch of a long sword like a ruby ​​jade, the sound of transcending Tao came to the world!

The unchanging majesty, in the brilliance of the Qin and the sword, resounded loudly.

The sword intent of the Holy Flower, swept out of the dust, the miraculous image of Fuxi's preaching, accompanied by the melody of the qin of the other world, cleanses the heart and soul, and quiets the insignificant sky.

The qin music from your heart mixed with the sword of chasing and not letting go, finally condensed into a thin, invisible red glow, which was weak but seemed unstoppable, and stabbed straight at the black-haired girl's chest.

This is the pinnacle of sword intent and piano spirit, the strongest move she can use——

The second string of Fuxi's Pure World Song: No strings to the zenith!

Angry for her friends, beheaded for herself, with the addition of full belief, this is the second time to use the big trick, and she has used it to the limit, and her strength is even better than the ladder of heaven.

However, the perfect will and the perfect sword are overwhelmed by the imperfect opponent.

The black-haired girl greeted the extreme move without changing her expression, she sank, the black sword swung obliquely and danced out of the circle, and the sharp sword energy shot straight into the sky with killing and mourning.

Immediately, the wind moved and the clouds cleared, the sky was covered with cold snow, and from within the thousands of hexagonal crystals, an awe-inspiring sword intent of endless frozen souls was drawn.

"Sword, Canglang."

Nan Sixian was taken aback by the familiar Qing Yin, and was lost for a moment, only feeling that the world was pale.

Immediately afterwards, Xueluo appeared, the sword sharpened his mind, and the cold light swirled gently, pulling the entire space into the pale ice field where only the crystals reflected the heart, and all the splendor faded away.

The ink sword changed again, swaying the endless and mighty sword intent, like a wave hitting the shore, silently melting an old ice.

The sharp blade that pierces straight and never turns back, meets the red glow of the qin music, and then swallows all resistance and turns into countless broken ice, surrounding the body, adding ruthless sword-like power.

The ultimate confrontation is Nan Sixian's strongest move that puts everything together, and it is defeated in an instant!

This voice, this move... how is it possible...

The deadly sword passed by indifferently, and the broken heart could no longer beat.

There was a bewitching red lotus blooming on her chest, and Nan Sixian, who was not willing to be hated, didn't even pay attention to herself, all of which were staring straight at the black-haired girl, accusing her of being unbelievable.

It was Ji Xue's voice, and it was also Ji Xue's moves.

This is something she can't admit wrongly, that day, the God-Shocking Sword that saved her from a sad fate.

At this time, it became the cold pain that took her last life.

I really didn't expect... Looking at those purple eyes that stared at him but couldn't reflect anything, it turned out to be so uncomfortable.

Only the bleeding mouth could not speak, Nan Sixian's hand struggling to reach the cold face of "Ji Xue", finally fell down before touching the familiar softness.

Fate is scattered, Xue Yuan.

***

The biting and howling mountain wind brushed past the roofless residence, but retreated silently in front of the ink sword filled with faint cold air.

The cold swordsman pinched a strand of snowy hair with his fingertips and meditated silently, as if he had been guarding the girl in red with tears in the corner of her eyes for an unknown amount of time.

Until the dazzling sunlight disturbed the sleeping beauty inexplicably, and woke up.

"Well, um." Nan Sixian lazily raised his left hand, resting it on his forehead with a few drops of sweat, to block the sunlight on his face.

Then after regaining consciousness a little bit, he sat up abruptly, pressed his hands on his still green chest, showing a terrified and inexplicable look.

"Ji, Ji Xue...?"

She seemed to have been stabbed through the heart by that black-haired Ji Xue before?Unexpectedly, didn't he die?

Nan Sixian tore off the thin skirt in amazement, the snow-white soft flesh still looked alluring, without even an inch of scar.

How is this going……?

"Your bad habit seems to be getting worse?"

The questioning that rang in the ear was still cold, which made people feel different from the ruthless chill.

She followed the source of the voice, and what caught her eyes was the charming purple eyes that clearly reflected her figure, although she was extremely dissatisfied.

Great, it was the normal Ji Xue she was familiar with.

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Nan Sixian opened his mouth eagerly, trying to find out what happened, and what happened to that black-haired Ji Xue.

However, a gloomy ink sword full of cracks hit her soft throat, blocking everything.

"Change first, then talk."

Ji Xue turned her back, that cold voice still couldn't hide her obvious shyness as always, the red smudged around her ears and neck, painted her white jade-like skin with an attractive color.

Sure enough, she was completely different from the black one!

The same indifference and ruthlessness, the same approaching with a sword, the different smell made Nan Sixian completely at ease, and tidied up his clothes to cover up the white and tender spring light.

"Hey! What did you do before!"

Nan Sixian, who was dressed, puffed her mouth, and boldly pushed away her own ink sword, complaining.

"Help you, practice sword."

Ji Xue knew that she was well dressed, turned around and looked at her with her left wrist behind her back, and said these four words coldly.

She had already said before that Sword Master Wangyun and the others' methods were too gentle.

Although their teaching methods are already worthy of praise, but if the ultimate swordsman has not experienced life and death and fought hard, how can he become the strongest?

So, she helped Nan Sixian a little bit to experience fighting.

But it seems a little too much?The child has been crying all night, and his mental quality is not good!

Completely unable to understand where Nan Sixian's tears came from, Ji Xue secretly sighed and shook her head in silence.

"I, I, I will practice the sword of your size!" Even though Nan Sixian had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but cursed when he heard the unflattering righteousness of the dead ice, "Can you practice swords normally? Do you want to hold hands with me day and night? Send people away without saying a word, and be hacked by perverts, do you know the truth!"

Being stunned by her scolding, Ji Xue only felt that this girl was really inexplicable, but she still lowered her posture a little bit because of her grievance.

"The realm of consciousness is pure and undisturbed, and will not harm lives. It is a holy place for swordsmen. It is better than the real world. How could you think so?"

"However, it's my fault for not explaining to you."

"...I, I apologize."

It was just to vent the evil fire in his heart, Nan Sixian, who had finished scolding Ji Xue, had already let out a sigh of relief, coupled with the refreshing feeling of bowing his head and apologizing for this peerless swordsman, he immediately returned to his embarrassing look.

"It's fine if you know you're wrong~ Don't mess around with me in the future, just listen to Miss Ben!"

Hearing the weird tone of voice in her mouth, for some reason, the cold swordsman always felt the urge to draw his sword and cut people down, and his long and slender hand unconsciously caressed the sharp edge of the black sword.

But at this moment, Nan Sixian casually chatted, but made Ji Xue's whole body stiff like a white jade carving, causing the cold to surge up, and captured Huakai's heart.

"By the way. Can you change your state of consciousness? It's very hurtful to be a perverted murderer and use your own face."

Boom.The girl's unintentional words, like the awakening profound sound, hit the swordsman's heart and refused to let go for a long time.

The sword energy froze for a moment, smudged with the sad and complicated old mood, and the taste in the mouth was sour.

Surrounded by the black color of Jiuli, the beauty quietly listened to the silent Xueluo, lamented, sighed, and clenched fists were swallowed by the blade of the black sword, dripping a puddle of blood red.

Gorgeous, bleak...

"The realm of consciousness is the soul of the swordsman." Ji Xue's fingertips trembled slightly, and she closed her eyes, "What you see is... the me I used to be."

Her dejected and lonely tone conveyed regret for some reason.

Although she could be misunderstood according to Nan Sixian's understanding, and although no one else in this world should know the truth of the realm of consciousness, she still chose to confess to the friend in front of her with sincerity.

That is, she cannot deny all her past crimes, and also, she does not want to lie about the fiery redness.

Even if it might, it's the same for making this best friend she won't let go angry and part ways.

——This is her life.

But Nan Sixian is not that kind of righteous defender.

Except for the moment when she was stunned for a few seconds because of the unexpected impact when she heard Ji Xue's words, she quickly returned to normal.

No matter how terrifying that black demon is, and no matter how appalling the horror of that realm of consciousness, these have nothing to do with this Ji Xue, the Ji Xue she knows.

Nan Sixian didn't know what she was like in the past and what she did, and she didn't want to know.

In her eyes, Ji Xue is just that martial idiot who loves to eat candied haws, always lectures people seriously, and has only eyes full of swords, is just that peerless hero who will stand alone in front of her, nothing more.

Therefore, Nan Sixian looked at the woman in front of her in despair, and had only one simple choice——

"Sorry! Jixue, don't worry about it!" She stepped forward eagerly, wanting to hug her, "It's normal to kill people in Jianghu!"

Unfortunately, just when Nan Sixian made this forward pounce.

The secret treasure of the Nan family that Deng Xianlindao took a fancy to, the broken key that she couldn't understand fell into the pool of blood, bursting into strange splendor.

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—— Meow, this dead system is playing with me again!Such a good strategy point, maybe the chance to win the first base was sent to me!

In an instant, with the dazzling colorful aurora flashing, the snow remained the same, but the fluttering red clothes were no longer there.

Only the indifferent ink mark remained, and there were bits and pieces of self-blaming sullenness between the eyebrows and eyes, and the supreme sword intent, killing across thousands of miles!