The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 41

The frost is cold, the forest is dark, the moon is dark and the wind is high and the murderous night is high.

A burly but impatient man, with his arms around a girl with purple red lips and a sad face, ran hurriedly in the forest.

He didn't dare to look back, but he hesitated whether the obstacles he had set up could stop those chasing soldiers.

A few drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead, and the girl in his arms couldn't help blaming herself.

The man's name is Liu Qianfeng, and the girl's name is Liu Wuyan.

It is a pair of brothers and sisters.

Yes.

Although one is as strong as a bear with a ferocious face, and the other is beautiful and soft, with a more attractive beauty, but the two of them are genuine brothers and sisters.

The Beast and Beauty of Huisheng Chonghua.

These years of wandering, unknowingly let them get this dumbfounding title.

But as the Taoist Qixuan, one of the seven major sects, what they are trying to avoid is not some evil monster, nor is it any fierce beast or alien race.

It is those seniors, friends, and fellow students who have practiced with them for decades.

There is no reason to turn against each other, no reason to fight.

Hurt the body, hurt the spirit, and even more sad.

Originally, after the two brothers and sisters worshiped Huisheng Chonghua, because of their extraordinary qualifications and approachable temper, they were not only loved, but at least they won the favor of most people on the surface.

Inside, he is the proud child of heaven, who has endless advantages in his hands. Outside, he is the pride of his teachers and a standard child of other people.

The brothers and sisters of the Liu family never expected that their bright future would be completely different overnight.

To say why this is so, it is very simple———

Tianbang!The World Awakening List of the Guides!

The Huisheng twins, the sword demon is reborn.

The ordinary eight characters ruthlessly took everything from the brothers and sisters of the Liu family, and instantly became an intolerable stain for the big faction.

A demon, not a demon, my brother will not be a demon, and neither will I!

Tears fell silently, tightly grasping the hand on his brother's back, trembling uncontrollably, Liu Wuyan, who was poisoned in his body, buried her head in that strong arm.

"No smoke, don't be afraid." Noticing his sister's small movements, Liu Qianfeng smiled calmly, kept walking, and said in a deep voice, "As long as you escape this catastrophe and use the hidden spirit orb to erase traces again, there is enough time left We escaped to Xuantian City!"

Xuantian City.

The mortal dwelling city leaning against the bamboo at night, a large gathering place that only cultivators can enter, is also the main venue of this year's Three Realms Competition.

The master of the two of them, Shenghua Daoist, went there early because he had to deal with related matters.

So, things will become like this.

It must be like this.

"Master, he...will definitely not sit back and watch Elder Zuo chase us down for no reason!" A dark light flashed in his eyes, and Liu Qianfeng shouted loudly as if he wanted to convince himself, "What the hell is the prophecy in the heaven list? One word wants to determine life and death!" The future is ridiculous!"

Really.

Even I was shaken, but I suppressed my uneasiness, thinking about comforting others.

Brother, you need to stabilize your heartbeat first...

Slowly loosening her clenched fists, Liu Wuyan slightly raised the corners of her lips amidst her brother's clumsy yet cute bravado.

"Well, we'll be fine..."

Galloping footsteps, stagnant, red blood sprinkled all over her pretty face.

Before she finished speaking, Liu Wuyan's eyes widened, and she was choked by an indelible fear.

Impossible, impossible, how is this possible!

Liu Qianfeng wrapped his arms around her body, lowered her to the ground little by little, then pushed her hard on the back, and then locked himself and the enemy tightly with an extremely solid dungeon.

go... let's go...

A sword pierced through the chest, and the words that could no longer be said could only be seen in the unwilling tiger's eyes, filled with a touch of sadness.

he died.

I know what my brother's actions mean.

Liu Wuyan, whose face was covered in blood, trembled almost uncontrollably, and took two steps backwards, but then forced himself, who was about to cry, to run.

Can't die, take revenge, want to survive, take revenge for my brother...

stumbled.Embarrassed.

Being plotted against by his fellow students, Liu Wuyan, who was already poisoned in his body, could only maintain the running speed of an ordinary person even though he tried his best.

But for monks, what is the difference between this kind of life-saving and ignorant ants?

But not for a long time.

The three Taoist cultivators who looked like immortals had already stepped on the ruthless flying swords, looked down at Liu Wuyan's struggle, and couldn't help chuckling.

That's the arrogant and highly anticipated son of heaven, that's it?

Ha ha.

"The remnant of the sword demon, where else do you want to escape?"

He yelled and asked in a stern voice full of confidence, resounding for hundreds of miles, and the first person pinched the Dharma seal with his finger, condensed the rocket, and turned one into three, and hurriedly chased Liu Wuyan away.

The first arrow pierced the thigh, the second arrow pierced the shoulder, and the third arrow burned the cassock completely, revealing the moon-white obscene clothing inside.

Was let off...?

No, was it intended to humiliate?

Rolling weakly to the ground, stained with dirt, Liu Wuyan bit her lower lip tightly, oozing blood.

Why, why do we suffer this fate...

I am not reconciled, not reconciled!

A pair of eyes that were redder than blood stared fiercely at the same door in the air. In the depths of despair, there was a muddy shadow, muddy, knife shadow!

at this time----

"Three big men bullied a poisoned girl together. I can't bear to watch your filthy sword sounds!"

The deep voice that suppressed the voice carried a coercion that no one could ignore.

bell bell bell...

The gust of wind suddenly blew, and the crisp bell sound played mischievously on my heart.

Looking far away.

Surprised to see a man in the same red clothes, paving the road with maple flowers all over the ground, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, he landed forcefully in front of Liu Wuyan.

This imposing manner, this boldness, the strength of the sword cultivator!

The leader, Huisheng Chonghua monk, met the eyes of the two juniors, secretly saying that he shouldn't be reckless.

It looks like a new face, but in this world of comprehension where strange people emerge in endlessly, who knows when he will bump into a future master.

It's better to be more cautious!

"This fellow Taoist, is there some misunderstanding?" He cupped his fists and made a bow, and continued, "In the lower Huisheng Chonghua Criminal Law Hall, Li Yan, that woman is the reincarnation of the sword demon under the seat of the ghost emperor."

"I am going to join forces with the two junior brothers to eradicate this demon. I am not bullying a woman. The matter is of great importance. I hope fellow Taoists can distinguish right from wrong."

Although the woman in red in front of her had a strange aura, her sword style was pure and holy, so she should be a decent disciple.

First move out of the teacher's school, and then settle the fact that Liu Wuyan is under the ghost emperor's subordinates, and the etiquette is also sufficient.

Seriously speaking, what Li Yan did was perfect enough.

No matter which other sect disciples of Dao Mai Qixuan, I'm afraid they will make way for them in a sensible way.

In this way, she won't intervene no matter what, right?

Even Liu Wuyan, who was hunted down, looked sad, and the hope that was finally kindled in his heart also cooled down, thinking that this time he might be doomed.

After all, it is the sword demon under the ghost emperor, how can anyone lend a helping hand...

Where can such an idiot...

but.

The wind blows and the flowers bloom.

The sword that bloomed like a red lotus came out of its sheath, and cut a clear boundary.

"Who cares about whether you are Huisheng Chonghua or ascending to immortality, who cares about you sword demon, sword demon, dog demon! This lady, I want to protect this girl!"

The pretentious indifference dissipated instantly, and Nan Sixian's mischievous nature reappeared.

After ten years of seclusion, now that I have finally come out of the mountain and come across a chance for a hero to save the beauty, I can pretend to be cool.

Even if you are really wrong, you will never admit it!

"This girl, she is a devil..."

Looking at the wayward expression on Nan Sixian's face, Li Yan knew that this must be another second-generation ancestor who didn't raise him well. He only knew his own mood and didn't know the depth of the world at all.

Rubbing his temples helplessly, he wanted to persuade him a few more words, but was chopped off several hairs on his forehead by an extremely sharp sword glow.

soy Mujer!

If others talk to you nicely and don't know good from bad, do you really think that I am a Huisheng Chonghua and no one else!

Faced with Nan Sixian's aggressiveness, Li Yan's expression darkened, and he said coldly: "Young lady, don't be ignorant of flattery."

The momentum exploded, and the long navy blue sleeves swiped furiously. He was also a master of Feijian, and the sharp edge pointed straight to Sixian.

"A mere Gold Core cultivator, if he persists in his obsession, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

However, at the same time that he aroused killing intent towards Nan Sixian.

The wind changed its tone.

"The sword pours over the gods, the lone cloud covers the sun, who will see the sky at the top? Sigh in the world of mortals, even though it has been cold and cold for a hundred years, a touch of ink is still a proud mountain top."

There was a song-like soft chant, revealing the coldness and austerity of thousands of years of extreme killing, the words were spoken proudly, and a dazzling emerald light came through the air, piercing three points in front of Li Yan's body.

So strong!

Who, what...? !

Trying to get rid of the boundless sword pressure around him, Li Yan looked forward in surprise.

I see.

The round handle like flowing water is clear and transparent, the nameless engravings are like wind and mystery, illusory, and the transparent sword body is like dust and emerald green, refined and dazzling.

sword!

A holy and proud sword!

Even if he doesn't have to touch it, even if he doesn't know the origin, Li Yan can be sure.

This sword, even if it is the work of that divine casting master, cannot be compared with it. This is... a real divine sword!

If he can obtain this sword, then at least he will be able to improve his ranking by several hundred in the subsequent Three Realms Grand Competition, right?

plop plop...

He silently swallowed his saliva, and his heart beat violently.

However, Li Yan didn't reach out his hand, no, it should be said that he didn't dare to reach out at all.

Although Excalibur is good, it already has an owner.

In the depths of the faint bamboo grove, the sky welcomes you, and ten thousand swords are sent away respectfully. A person who is not stained by dust, walks slowly and calmly.

All of them are emerald green, with a few strands of white long hair, tied up in a soft bun with gilded hairpins, dressed in an elegant long dress with a snow-white base and brown trim, and a warm jade ring around the gentle and elegant body. Bookish.

However, the pair of emerald green pupils who seemed to be unable to see the bottom, in the cold eyes like killing swords, dyed all the feelings before that with a layer of inhuman arrogance.

Step by step……

The visitor slowly walked to the center of the battle.

There was a distance of several feet between Li Yan and the three of them. She flipped her hand and closed the exquisite folding fan.

The slender jade hand holding the fan raised everyone's eyes, raised the fan bone, and pointed at Li Yan vainly.

Concentrating eyebrows, drooping eyes, bright pearls dotting crimson lips.

"...The wind is a wandering without a trace. It cannot be caught or guessed."

Drinking the wind, holding hands behind her back, Bai Xue has a beautiful appearance.

"However, if anyone tries to get their hands on that gorgeous flower, don't blame the wind, it's cold and ruthless!"

After a word, ten thousand swords rise.

It is the killing intent that is fully displayed, shaking ghosts and gods to the limitless world!

Countless swords of heart and soul, lit with countless traces of wind, at her feet, on the top of that sword, roaring, roaring...

The words are inexplicable and inexplicable, but the strength is undeniably terrifying and astonishing.

The mind is transformed into a sword, and the sword intent is condensed, which is the realm of the heart sword!

A powerful swordsman!

This weird woman must at least be at the level of the transformation stage!

Unable to fight, retreat...

After all, Li Yan, who had seen big scenes before, could tell at a glance that it was absolutely impossible for the three of them to challenge.

Even if you go back and be punished, it's better than losing your life now!

Taking advantage of the fact that the other party hadn't really moved to kill, he directly signaled the two juniors to go first with a hand gesture, and then boldly asked a question.

"The junior dares to ask the senior's name!"

The shining eyes are full of flinching, but they can't let down Huisheng Chonghua's prestige.

No matter how afraid you are, at least you must know who is blocking the way!

"Oh?"

The deliberately elongated ending sound carried an unrealistic sense of charm.

The mysterious swordsman raised his eyebrows lightly, and with a wave of his hand, the folding fan exploded, and the invisible wind turned into a heavy sword, knocking Li Yan, who was well prepared, flying away.

The full defense of the monks in the early Yuanying period was useless, but Wan Feng's sword pierced into the soul, and Li Yan, who fell into the hands of the two junior brothers, was already as golden as paper.

Of course, courage is commendable!

Silently exerting spiritual power, Hongchen sighed and put the green sword back into the sword bag on his back. The elegant man waved his hand to see the guest room, and whispered in the wind.

"Gu Yun Luochen, Shang Qinghan. Please."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Nan Sixian: Ji Xue, have you noticed that you have gained weight recently?

Ji Xue: ...is there any?

Nan Sixian: Laying on the bed all day long, except eating and holding that broken sword, flesh grew on her waist!

Ji Xue: (Stays) Isn't it good?

Nan Sixian: Of course not!As a girl, you have to keep in shape, um, you must exercise more when you can move!

Ji Xue: (Suddenly presses down on the Nansi string and gets started) For example, like this?

Nan Sixian: (Caught off guard) Uh...you you you...how are you...ah...stop it!

Ji Xue: (licking the corner of her mouth) You said, you need to exercise more, come on.

Nan Sixian: Help! ! ! ! !

***Theatrical end split***

Tail: I’m going to be late, heh heh~ Ten years pass, and a new chapter begins~