The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 43

"Big brother, big brother... ah...!"

Take a sip.

Liu Wuyan, who seemed to have had some terrible nightmare, suddenly sat up with sweat profusely, and tightly grasped the hand in front of him, the long-lasting fright still remained in his eyes.

The chest rose and fell violently, and the peripheral vision of the line of sight swept across the zenith.

This is where?

The clean and tidy room without frills, and the harmonious noise of the city, seems to be an inn located in a market somewhere.

Yes, that was just a dream, brother, he already...

"Miss Liu? Can you let me go first?"

Seeing that the girl was about to fall into deep thought alone again, Nan Sixian, who felt a chill down her spine for some reason, said with the corners of her mouth twitching.

"I have a hunch that if you pinch me like this again, both of us will suffer bloodshed."

I'm afraid it's not the kind that can be solved with a little skin!

She quietly glanced at Shang Qinghan, who was sitting indifferently behind her with crossed legs, showing half of her fair calf, who seemed to be giving benefits but had a serious face, and sighed in her heart.

———Speaking of which, it was obvious that the girl grabbed her by force without authorization, why did she just let her be alone in the end!

"Ah!" Hearing what Nan Sixian said, Liu Wuyan suddenly noticed that there were other people in the room, and let go of Nan Sixian's hand with embarrassment, "Sorry, I didn't notice..."

While apologizing for her rudeness, she observed the surrounding situation...

Suddenly.

The sound of gasping for air.

Liu Wuyan subconsciously put her hands in front of her body, shivering and shivering into a ball, as if seeing something terrifying.

Well, in fact, she should be afraid of it.

Cui Se has a unique white hair color, like a pair of cold eyes in the abyss of the void, isn't this person the weird guy who attracted murderous intent when she failed to negotiate.

The biting cold, the wind that penetrates the body...

All of that is still deeply imprinted in my heart, silently evoking the illusion that I am closest to death in this life.

Snapped.

The light sound of the folding fan hitting the palm of his hand made Liu Wuyan shrink back again, like a magic hand strangling his throat, unable to speak, he could only look at Nan Sixian for help.

What are you thinking?Do you still think that a mere Nan Sixian can control her?

If I want to kill, who can stop me?

Brow wrinkled slightly.

For no reason, Shang Qinghan was a little unhappy because of her small gesture full of deep meaning, and the turbulent wind around the fan bone was extinguished again because of Nan Sixian's cute condemnation when she pouted.

OK, I understand.

What an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf...

"Stop worrying, and be free from fear." Shang Qinghan shook his Liuying fan, turned his head to look at the pedestrians passing by outside the window, and said lightly, "I, I haven't hurt your leisurely mind yet."

He also said no, if she hadn't withdrawn in time just now, blood would have flowed into rivers by now, right?

The level of this guy's insincerity is enough to compare with Ji Xue!

Speaking of which, how is Wu Jianwu doing with that dead ice cube now?Isn't it enough that ten years have passed? Couldn't it be... It's really a thousand-year cultivation, right?

Thinking of someone whom he hadn't seen for a long time again, his pupils dimmed uncontrollably.

Five fingers tightened, and the red clothes were wrinkled.

Nan Sixian shook her head with a broken smile, looked helplessly at Shang Qinghan who stopped talking to the two of them after speaking, and continued to speak.

"Miss Liu, don't worry, that pervert... ouch! That Shang Qinghan, she is just too awkward... ouch, don't hit me! Cough cough, anyway, she didn't mean anything malicious."

Although she definitely has no good intentions.

I don't know if the two people's words played a role, or the two red marks drawn by Liu Ying on Nan Sixian's forehead were too funny.

Liu Wuyan finally returned to normal from that terrified look, and let go of all her guard: "Sorry, too many things have happened recently, it's because Wuyan's reaction was a little too aggressive, I'm tired of worrying you."

Um?It seems that the body has been restored, and the colorless bee venom and rouge have been detoxified?

Feeling the state of her body a little bit, and knowing that the familiar power was back under her control, she slowly exhaled a long breath, and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

"Thank you two for saving lives, Liu Wuyan will never forget it... Ah! I haven't asked the benefactor's name yet, how should I call him?"

Guyun Luochen Shang Qinghan!

The only thing that can be confirmed about the elusive person who is enough to break the deadlock is that he seems to be quite tolerant and caring towards the girl in red.

Perhaps, we can start with her and get strong support.

"Ahaha, don't dare to be a savior or something. I'm Nan Sixian from the Fengming Sword Sect. I don't care about the title. You can do whatever you want!"

Nan Sixian, who didn't make any effort at all and relied entirely on Shang Qinghan's actions, scratched his head, smiled but still had the cheek to agree.

Fengming Sword Sect...?Is it the one that Master once mentioned...!

No wonder.

Nodding thoughtfully, Liu Wuyan smiled, and said in surprise, "So Sixian is a disciple of the Fengming Sword Sect! Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. Ah, Wuyan can be called that, right?" ?”

"No problem, no problem, then I'll call you Smokeless too?" Nan Sixian shook his hand to indicate that it doesn't matter, and then said, "But it's really hard to blame Wuyan, you know our school, I didn't even hear about it before I got started. It's over, hehe."

"Inheritance has a history of thousands of years, the sword style is exquisite, and capable people emerge in endlessly. It can be regarded as the first sword in Nanming."

Liu Wuyan recalled Shenghua's words, and when he thought of a certain word, half a red knife shadow appeared in his eyes, and his tone was misty.

"If it wasn't for the battle of the Ghost Emperor back then, how could he have fallen to such a level that no one knows..."

"Huh? What else is going on?"

"yes……"

After getting started, a series of troubles continued, and he failed to understand his own history.

Nan Sixian heard that Liu Wuyan seemed to be quite familiar with the Fengming Sword Sect, and suddenly couldn't help gossiping, curiously urging her to tell him.

And Liu Wuyan talked about the battle of the ghost emperor in far more detail than that of Shenghua Daoist, and his expression gradually became strange.

Why, these things that have nothing to do with her suddenly made her a little angry, why, when it comes to Fengming Sword Sect, this right hand will feel a pain like being cut off!

———People from Fengming Sword Sect deserve to die!

A heart-piercing soul cry echoed in his mind.

Fist, quietly clenched, eyes, suddenly red.

The smell of bloodthirsty in the nose.

More and more clearly, more and more, crazy.

Nan Sixian, who was dressed in red in front of her, gradually blurred in the blood red eyes, overlapping with those sword repairmen in memory.

In an instant, Liu Wuyan who existed here took on a color that was definitely not Liu Wuyan, and his whole body revealed a strong killing intent that would not go away after a hundred years.

That is, witnessing the lord facing all armies alone, but he could only hold his broken arm, kneel on the ground and cry out loudly, unwilling to kill.

Sword Demon...

call!

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, roaring and screaming, blowing into the inn.

An overly chilling aura lay across his neck like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

look up.

The sky and the earth are eclipsed, the sun and the moon have no light, and everything is silent and silent.

A world of nothingness and nothingness.

Only those bottomless emerald eyes stared coldly into Liu Wuyan's eyes, inserting a threat that only she could receive deeply into her body, heart, and flesh and blood.

——Whoever touches her will die!

Cold wind, cold sword, cold kill.

The extreme coldness, the extreme cold killing, with inexplicable strength, awakened those who had been dazzled by the demon.

how was it?What did she want to do just now...?

"Uh... ah..."

The footsteps are vain.

Liu Wuyan was in a trance for a while, put her hand on her forehead, and wiped off the cold sweat from her head.

Looking sideways again, I saw that the world is still the same, and the noise of the world has not changed.

Shang Qinghan by the window was still watching indifferently, the blue sky in the wind did not change in any way.

Is it a dream?

She shook her head vigorously, put all the unrealistic thoughts behind her, and said to Nan Sixian who asked how she was doing with concern: "Don't worry, Wuyan is fine, it's just that I suddenly feel dizzy..."

***

Xuantian City, the residence of Huisheng Chonghua.

In the antique hall, there is an elegant censer and clear pen and ink. A monk in a silver robe and a sapphire crown holds a jade pen lightly in his slender right hand, staring at a piece of white rice paper on the table, dazed.

Suddenly, Xuan Yu pierced through the air.

A giant white eagle with a letter of spell engraved with the unique symbols of the Dao Domain in its mouth rushed towards the monk sitting on the hall with majesty.

Without changing his face, he just raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

The ferocious giant eagle, like a small domesticated animal, respectfully spread the letter in its mouth in the air.

Based on the aura of heaven and earth, guided by Taoist mysterious techniques.

An ancient text with a mysterious taste.

Dizzy little by little.

"Disciple Li Yan, sir, the two suspects who were ordered to hunt down the sword demon, although they had successfully killed Liu Qianfeng, were rescued by the two when they were chasing the female cultivator Liu Wuyan."

"One is a female cultivator in red, with a late-stage Jindan cultivation. She is suspected to be a new disciple from the upright sect, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

"On the other hand, Guyun Luochen Shangqinghan, the sword intent is amazing and his cultivation is unpredictable, his power is far beyond Li Yan's reach, so he had no choice but to give up his mission. The disciple is incompetent and willing to accept the punishment."

Guyun Luochen Shang Qinghan!

It was her.

A few days ago, a huge variable suddenly appeared on the Tianbang, are you going to intervene so soon...?

This is a game of change!

The silver-robed cultivator's face suddenly became gloomy, and the jade pen in his hand creaked even more, almost collapsing.

The eyes of the Taoist were radiant with anger, no one was above the main hall, and his unworldly roots shocked the whole world.

this moment.

The wind dare not blow, the clouds dare not move, and the heaven and earth dare not disturb.

There is only the sound of the pine, and Zhaoren is speechless and silent.

long time... long time...

After a long time, the sky is getting darker, the bright moon is changing and the setting sun is far away, and the person standing there is finally——

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and ink flowers are flying.

On the Tianming rice paper that rhymes with Taoism and power, there are a few words that don't know the meaning and have nothing to do with each other.

Break the knife, destroy the sword, and the devil appears.The nine realms unite, and the dragon veins come out. Only the wise will benefit, and the fate will be broken!

The inscription is, the master of the world, the real person of Shenghua.

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