The enemy of comprehension is the sword

The ghost emperor's tomb shrouded in flames.

The scorching flames dyed the entire tomb in a crimson crimson, even the person in the coffin was no exception.

Only the lonely snow that came through the secluded road seems to be completely out of tune with this environment, this fire, and this surging heart. It is detached from the world, and it is like a sharp sword above the zenith. Disturbance does not change elegance.

zizi.

The sound of the magic fire burning the air was extremely annoying in the suddenly silent tomb.

That cold figure, holding a black sword in his hand, stood quietly in front of Nan Sixian, not allowing the calamity to rise to the top, his slightly raised eyes, like the untouchable stars in the sky, aloof and arrogant.

Strands of scorching souls kept rolling and whistling in front of the swordsman, but they seemed to be full of unknown fear, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Then----

She slowly turned her gaze to the restless red figure on the opposite side, in addition to the obvious distress in her eyes, there was also a bit of deep anger.

Before ascending the Immortal Lindao main hall, looking at the scene reflected in the water curtain of Tongyou Mirror, Ji Xue felt that something was wrong.

According to Nan Sixian's original heart and sword sense, her sword should be the type that is good at tricks and tricks.Even if for some reason, the anger in his heart was aroused, it would definitely not be the kind of crazy wild animal desperate nonsense.

And when she passed through the secluded road and stood directly opposite Nan Sixian, that day Sheng Lingjue clearly felt the problem——

The demonic flames devoured people, the will to fight shook the world, and the whole body was full of unwilling hostility.

The fierce beast in front of him is clearly not a person, but a sword!

Nan Sixian should have his own taste, breath, and sword intent. At this moment, in the depths of the red fire pupil, there is not even a trace left, it is nothingness.

The indistinguishable red light tightly enveloped her body and locked her soul, pulling out a certain deep-seated resentment and amplifying it...

Everything stems from the sword in her hand.

It is obvious that I am leading the way, and I have clearly agreed to guard her on the right path of swordsmanship.

In the end, it was just a momentary loss of consciousness in a trance, and when we met again, it was such an unsightly scene.

Big fire, really big fire.

Not only is it because of Nan Sixian's self-willed depravity that he was deluded by power, but also because of his failure to teach his friends well.

So at this moment, the crushed snow fell silently, the sky and the earth were drawn into a black color, Ji Xue's sword finger wiped his eyes, and again, there was only the cold challenge left.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Out of the sword."

The cold pressure pierced Nan Sixian's soul, and in an instant——

The sword demon is liberated, and the flames of war burn the snow!

The obsessive evil smile, accompanied by the full swing of the sword that still does not know whether to live or die.

Nan Sixian raised the burning soul to wash away his sins, and the spiritual power in his body was crazily gathered at the peak under the pressure of the sword, causing a violent surge of fire all around.

The magic fire appeared, but she intuitively felt that her opponent was strong, so she shot even more violently.

The first sword was swung, and the gushing fire screamed and turned into a furious red dragon, looking up at the handful of light snow in front of him.

A bursting gust of wind followed, blowing the unextinguishable lights to seem crumbling.

Considering the level of a newcomer disciple, Nan Sixian at this time is almost invincible.

But, even if she loses consciousness and is controlled by the sword, she also knows clearly that just like this, she can't even let that person catch a glimmer of vision!

Thus, the second sword was swung without stopping for a moment.

A special force that should be called magic energy hovered, tightly wrapped around the dragon sword light, rolling and merging, covering it with a thick black scale armor.

The sword produces fire, and the flames of magic are soaring to the sky. A matchless sword, driving a violent dragon, comes to kill you. Its meaning is shocking!

The magic fire refines the infinite!

The move that has never been practiced but is very familiar, under the guidance of Burning Soul and Purgatory Sin, it goes perfectly to the extreme. The overbearing and mighty power seems to block the flow of the entire spiritual vein, and it even makes the fairy family's spiritual energy empty in an instant!

Between heaven and earth, there is only the turbid current of demonic energy, like a river flowing backwards with great waves, ruthlessly suppressing the snow in the middle of the vortex, waiting for the evil dragon to devour its soul.

Roar!

With the red dragon approaching, all fires are rekindled!

A bit of green ink and light snow in that magnificent sea of ​​flames, like an oil lamp fluttering in the rainstorm, is about to be swallowed up into nothingness.

Ever since the two met, Nan Sixian's strongest sword move...

Even compared to the stunning Zhiyin Wuxian, it is undoubtedly many times more powerful.

However, Ji Xue's eyes were unprecedentedly cold.

Biting cold, like a powerless frog being stared at by a terrifying poisonous snake, it ran up its back.

A second late is ten thousand times more dangerous, this feeling is too strong to bear.

The coldness pierced through the soul, and even the scorching soul that came from nowhere, the sword body trembled involuntarily, and the sword style became more urgent, trying to achieve success.

However, compared with the spiritual power that was originally filled in the tomb, a stronger, colder, and more terrifying power bloomed from the dots of ink in the crimson like an explosion.

Nan Sixian, who was rushing forward, was sent flying horizontally by the irresistible impact, and took a few steps backwards before he could stand firm.

Look sideways again.

It is the slender wrist, light dance changes fate, and the aloof and unchanging ink sword draws a perfect arc, sandwiching a layer of silence frozen through the ages, freezing time.

The realm of truly standing at the pinnacle of kendo, fully revealed!

Ji Xue didn't have a move in her hands, but with the purest and most extreme speed and strength, she stabbed forward with a black sword engraved into her soul. It was simple and unpretentious, but the sword held by the person was helpless.

Since Nan Sixian felt that this fallen sword was very strong, she awakened it with the same simple but completely different power.

The instinct of the sword versus the instinct of the sword bearer...

———I want you to see which side is stronger!

Sealing her whole body's cultivation, Ji Xue purely as a swordsman, her eyes piercing with coldness, the black sword pointed at the astonished Nan Sixian from afar, silently provoking!

"Aw!!!!!!!!!"

With a howl of anger, the divine sword, which had been covered in dust for an unknown number of years, ran away because of the humiliation that was underestimated.

The sea of ​​flames in front of them is no longer spreading randomly, and all of them are gathered in the red-mang-shaking burning soul to cleanse the sins. Nan Sixian, who holds the divine sword in his hand, is like a beast thirsting for blood, trying to press Ji Xue to the ground violently. With a fierce appearance of piercing, he charged forward!

boom!

The duel of strength and strength, the contest of speed and speed, erupted with a loud noise that resounded through the ground!

However, madness and reason, unintentional swordsman and idealistic swordsman are still completely different from each other.

The sharp light is exhausted.

At this moment, it is pouring snow to cover the magic fire, and at this moment, it is green ink swallowing red flame.

In Nan Sixian, no, in the unbelievable shock of scorching souls, the scarlet beast couldn't control its body with all its strength. Fall in the corner.

The winner is judged in an instant.

The downcast eyes couldn't see the horror of the red pupil, and the silent sword couldn't hear the trill of admitting defeat.

Ruxue's swordsman just glanced coldly, put his left hand behind his back, pointed his long sword, and said indifferently: "Come again."

again?Obviously, he didn't even use his real strength, and easily defeated it with all his strength. What exactly does this person want to do?

Shocked and puzzled, the red shadow hanging on the corner of the wall still instinctively stood up and swung his sword!

Burning soul cleansing sin, as early as the blow just now, he completely surrendered.

The backlog of fighting spirit since ancient times has almost been squandered. It stands to reason that she will continue to be hanged and beaten for no reason, right?

But Nan Sixian, who was covered in cold sweat and could barely hold his sword steadily, kept repeating the process of swinging the sword, being knocked into the air, getting up, and swinging the sword.

"Holding the sharp sword is the advantage of the swordsman."

boom!The delicate red figure fell down again.

"It's not bad to communicate with the heart and become one with the sword."

puff!Even with spiritual body protection, even if he kept his hands measured, Nan Sixian was still beaten until a mouthful of blood spewed out.

"However, a swordsman is so proud, how can he become a puppet under the sword."

Bang!Burning Soul came out of his hands to wash away his sins, and landed on a stone platform in the distance, chopping off a broken tablet.

"Even if you have nothing, even if you have nowhere to go, the sword in your heart must never be bent or broken."

After the last words fell, the ink marks faded away, the purple eyes opened for a moment, and the white jade-like sword pointed at Nan Sixian's heart, but he didn't make any further progress.

"……Do you understand it?"

What came into view was the black pupils who had already regained their sanity, and the pretty face that was full of embarrassment but still bewitching.

Probably, when Ji Xue said "come again", she had already got rid of the control of Burning Soul and Purgatory, right?

However, she didn't make any gestures, but as Nan Sixian, she swung Nan Sixian's sword with Nan Sixian's soul, fighting with high spirits...

"Why?"

Ji Xue had a rare curiosity and asked.

As long as she showed that she had returned to normal at that time, she would definitely not have been beaten by Ji Xue again in vain, making her injuries even more serious.

"Hey... no... I don't know..."

Nan Sixian himself didn't understand what was going on in his mind.

Basically, seeing her worried and distressed, I felt that I should pay some price for my recklessness, and——

"I always feel... If you don't get rid of the burning image, you will torture me hard in the future!"

The girl in red said in a very serious tone.

Should it be said that Nan Sixian's sixth sense is really keen?At that time, Ji Xue really had a plan to force her to go into seclusion after taking this little guy back.

Anyway, under her guidance, the swordsman who stepped into the way of the sword ended up being manipulated by the sword, fighting like a wild beast without any aesthetic feeling...

———Too ugly.

"boring."

Ji Xue turned her head away, but she grabbed the hand that was touching Nan Sixian's chest, and pressed it against the soft flesh of her chest, unable to move.

"Oh! I was beaten up just now, and now it hurts so much, I have to hug and kiss Sister Jixue to feel comfortable!"

The uplifting tone, as always, made people think that he had hacked him to death with a single sword.

It's a pity, when Ji Xue's purple eyes full of displeasure met those cunning eyes again, Shen Ji's heart thumped heavily and softened.

It wasn't because I found the treasure that I couldn't hide my emotions and wept silently...

It's just that the falling snow covers the eyebrows, and because of the rare heat, it turns into a clear trace of joy, slowing down the silent snow color.

It's not because of the reunion with the beautiful woman that I can't hide my joy and smile a little...

It's just that the smudged ink hooks the corners of the lips, extending an invisible upward stroke for the melted water, which amazes the indifferent coldness.

now.

The swordsman who forgot his sword hugged Nan Sixian without hesitation, very hard, very hard, as if he never wanted to let go.

Since there are tears that are not tears, and smiles that are not smiles, then it’s okay to have a careless hug, right?

I'm sure... I don't care about it... no matter how warm it is... it's the same...

With a lot of stubborn excuses in her heart, Ji Xue embraced Nan Sixian even more recklessly, letting the crystals from the corners of her eyes wet her clothes drop by drop.

"Hey... hey...?"

The unexpected high-standard treatment made the girl in red who was used to flamboyant talk a little overwhelmed, and asked an unbelievably serious question in a daze.

"Well... actually... and kiss?"

"To shut up."

"Oh……"

☆, 30. The wall-dong after driving always makes people dumbfounded