The enemy of comprehension is the sword

The black sky, the air full of decay, and the brown earth, surrounded by the dark fire soaked in death, turned into endless scorched earth.

The dark sun withered the trees, the evil mist surrounded the eyes, and a few miserable cries made people feel even more horrified.

This almost makes people think that it is a forbidden place that no living beings can set foot on, but there is a huge altar with bones and jade as the base, branded with strange symbols that do not resemble Taoist and Buddhist runes, standing in the center of the space.

The area stretches for thousands of miles, the top towers high into the clouds, and the entire gloomy jade platform is silently shrouded in a faint blood mist.

Slowly following the strange red color, I saw that on the top of the altar hidden in the turmoil of the sea of ​​clouds, there is a stunningly beautiful statue of a woman.

And that piece of red glow actually came from the mysterious gem at the left eye of the female statue.

"Is this thing playing tricks in the dark..."

With both hands in the posture of a princess hugging, Nan Sixian, who was wrapped in red and seemed to be in a coma, was tightly hugged.

Shang Qing's cold and glamorous eyes swept away, and immediately turned a thousand swords with one mind, setting off a surging and unstoppable wave of wind, and knocking away the monks of various sects who came crazily like vicious dogs.

The second level of the Gods and Demons Realm is really weird and a little too much.

First of all, the abnormality of the environment gave the monks who passed the first level a chill. Then, instead of the rules that should have come long ago, what suddenly appeared was this strange red light that enveloped everyone.

Silently, come fast, go fast.

After everyone was alarmed, they couldn't even use their defensive measures. In less than a blink of an eye, the red light returned to the bone jade altar.

However, the original trembling and bewildered scene also changed completely at the same time.

The aura of heaven and earth fluctuated violently, and red blood spilled all over the high platform.

In an instant, the young monks, whose faces were as ferocious as ghosts, all began to use their strongest means desperately, just to kill the resentful existence in front of them.

What they called out was a completely different name from the target of the killing, and what was reflected in their eyes was also a reflection that did not resemble the person they were facing.

It was as if the collective fell into a horrible dream, crazy.

However, what really caught Shang Qinghan's attention was not these insignificant things, but...Nan Sixian's unusual appearance!

Obviously it was the same place at the same time, the red light that hit Nan Sixian was more than the sum of the monks from all the sects.

Although Shang Qinghan reacted quickly, he protected her whole body with a solid wind wall.

But Nan Sixian, who had a long red sword in his eyes, stretched out his hand to protect her green light, and held the surging red light.

Watching the vortex with Nan Sixian's palm as the center whirls around.

The swordsman couldn't help frowning, and at the same time as the wind cut off the strange red light, an ominous premonition suddenly rose.

really.

The moment the vision receded, the girl in red, who didn't reply no matter how much she called, just closed her eyes and fell down unconsciously.

Shang Qinghan hurriedly hugged her body.

A clear light from the fingertips falls on Nan Sixian's brow, intending to find out what's wrong with her.

In the end, no matter how she checked, it still showed that she was fine at all, her body was very healthy, and she felt that she was full of energy and could not be squandered.

However, deep in her soul, there was the same shaking feeling as Shang Qinghan had in recent days.

Shang Qinghan naturally knew what her own problem was, but Nan Sixian, who was in a different situation from her, was also in trouble.

——No matter what, she must wake up as soon as possible!

The situation is urgent, don't think too much.

Shang Qinghan, who was holding Nan Sixian tightly with both hands, with a movement of his mind, immediately the night wind passed through, and he performed an unstoppable green sword dance, opening a path straight to the statue's evil eye.

Blood pools everywhere, corpses everywhere, nothing can be imprinted in the heart.

The swordsman walked forward at a leisurely pace, and although the monks around him were insane, they couldn't stop them because of the awe-inspiring sword intent.

In a blink of an eye, people arrived, and with a touch of emerald green, they had already stepped on the strange statue.

Looking up, looking up, the eyelids sank slightly, revealing an unexpected cold light.

In front of the evil eye gem, there was actually a man wearing a pure black dragon pattern robe, holding a simple purple sword, and his eyes were full of ferociousness.

Long Aotian!

How could he be here? Was he also influenced by that gem?

No, not right.

The smell of spiritual power is exactly the same, the breath is not disturbed, it is he who is using this gem.

"what."

Indulging in the power of manipulating people's hearts, Long Aotian didn't notice Shang Qinghan who was not far away until now, looking at him coldly, and blurted out a question in surprise.

"Why didn't you bitch dream...?"

Since getting this dream falling stone first, relying on its special effect, Long Aotian tried to pull the monks who came to the second level into the dream one after another.

From weak to strong, from ordinary monks to those in the top ten.

He is sure that there are enough experimental results to prove that no one can get rid of the control of the red stone, including Longmen Island in the world, and the same is true for Fang Rui who specializes in entering the dream world!

As long as it is firmly controlled, all those who pass the level will be thrown into the dreamland to kill each other.

It can be said that he doesn't even need to fight, it is equivalent to being in an invincible position, just waiting leisurely to take all the rewards of the three levels.

But I didn't expect that this woman who was so rude to him before would stand in front of him without any influence, her heart sank and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

However, the question he blurted out also made Shang Qinghan understand why he was not affected.

Just like Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, as the person's beautiful dream, she would not be affected by this magic weapon, what's more, even if she wants to exchange with the dream, the person who is her dream is still unable to wake up under special circumstances.

But what happened to Nan Sixian?

Taking the initiative to absorb this strange energy, she... no, that should be called the sword demon, what exactly is she trying to use it for, and why did she fall into a coma?

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out...

Then don't want to.

A shocking sword chant swept across the whole area, and the sudden violent hurricane carefully lifted Nan Sixian in the hands of the swordsman, and it fell aside and turned into a circulating sword array to protect it.

Calm your mind.

Looking at Long Aotian's emerald eyes again, all the energy of life suddenly faded away, leaving only coldness and death.

The invisible wind flows through the world, blowing a few pieces of pearls and jade dotted on the moon-white Confucian clothes, among the flying strands of emerald hair, propping up a pride for the beauty dyed with the color of killing.

Now that the person who cares about you is safe and sound, the next thing is, Gu Yun breaks the storm!

"The wind is blowing..."

Closing his eyes and sniffing the smell of the sword in the wind, Shang Qinghan half-closed his eyes and drew a green flowing shadow with his two fingers.

The sword of indetermination and impermanence pierced through the evil cloud and demonic atmosphere, forming endless traces of wind around the swordsman's body, condensing into a cold threat.

"Stop, or die."

The terrifying wind, the person who stands proudly on the top of the dust, has never changed.

The different words contain the same cold heart, and write the same awe-inspiring domineering.

However, it was the second time to feel the boundless pressure of the sword, and the second time to face the wind.

With the help of Luomengshi, Long Aotian, whose cultivation base has broken through the limit of the secret realm, and Shang Qinghan, whose cultivation base has been forcibly suppressed, are no longer the gap between heaven and earth.

Slap in the face, shame, counterattack...

The familiar pleasure fills my heart, and it is still the highest delicacy in the world!

"Presumptuous! Who do you think you are talking to, a lowly maid!?"

"Long Aotian, what exactly does it mean, just use your body that is destined to surrender to me, and experience it well!"

With an evil smile, Long Aotian raised his chin high, his whole body was shaken with spiritual power, and in the midst of a loud roar, he turned into a giant shadow of a purple dragon, and sprang out from the Shufeng Sword.

The purple dragon's scale armor refracted light, swung its tail to break the wind, and the moment it rushed out of the sword, several waves of air seemed to topple over, traveling hundreds of miles away.

The ferocious giant mouth is full of fierceness, and when the dragon's head is raised, there is a ghostly roar that shakes the heart and soul!

At that moment, there was no more noise in Wanwu's ears, only... the constant dragon chant.

The imperial dragon Ziji fell into ghosts and gods!

It's not a sword, it's not a dragon, it's the human soul of the emperor!

Long Aotian's newly created move before the battle, using the imaginary sword of the immortal way, bathes in the majesty of the overlord dragon, and adds a lot of evil power to surround him.

In terms of power alone, it is really appalling, the best of the best.

However, the giant purple dragon, which no longer had the meaning of transcendence and refinement, raised its head and neighed, even though it barely took the lead and suppressed the wind all over the sky for a while, it made the anger in the eyes of the swordsman burn even colder.

The sword is crying, the sword spirit is accusing, the sound of the sword is lamenting.

The person wielding the sword is wrong, the move of the sword is wrong, the intention of swinging the sword is wrong, and the heart of swinging the sword is most wrong!

Nothing is right!

The swordsman, who had been immersed in the persistence for thousands of years, finally erupted in a low-key manner in the face of this blasphemous man with a useless sword.

The wind and the dragon meet extremely.

It was supposed to destroy the world, it was supposed to be a loud noise, but at this time, following Shang Qinghan's graceful raising of his hand, it was as funny and ridiculous as in slow motion.

"... the sword comes."

A low, clear, song-like sound fell.

Countless traces of sword shadows in the wind were no longer entangled with the purple dragon that danced with teeth and claws, and gathered together in one place whistling and compressing.

The extremely tense atmosphere aroused the extremely flawless sword intent.

The soundless sword light, like illusory, is also impermanent, endless, infinite, emerald world, breaking through the realm of nothingness, escaping into lifeless, deathless, and nothingness!

next moment.

The wind is sharp, and the sword leaves no trace.

A pure and holy air swept across the emerald world, unsealed the sword bag on his back, gathered thousands of blades of wind, and drew a sword that is perfect for nature.

Wait until the wind and dust clear up.

I see.

Shang Qinghan frowned and lowered his eyes, his vermilion lips were slightly crimson, and in his slender hand, he lightly held an ancient and elegant sword that was as dusty and emerald as green.

Undoubtedly it is——

Excalibur, Hong Chen sighs!

"A filthy heart, a filthy person. You are not qualified to use her sword."

Feeling the accompanying sword as if it were one body, the familiar pleasure greeted my heart, the green and windy swordsman's blade turned, and his slightly squinted eyes symbolized the bloody way of killing.

"Wind, formless."

coming soon!

Knowing that the other party's comer is not kind, Long Aotian is confident that his luck is invincible, but he still waits for it honestly.

pity.

There are no exaggerated imposing special effects, and no dazzling sword lights that tear the world apart.

A burst of ripples swayed.

The invisible wind, the invisible sword, and the invisible and traceless people never have a beginning, only an end.

Beyond time, beyond space.

At this moment, no one can know the shape of the Yueshen sword move, only the faintly ringing pearls and jade on the moon-white Confucian robe can give a glimpse of the traces of the wind.

Stunning... Peerless...

After the wind stopped.

The cold voice broke through————

"It's over, so you can avoid dreaming. You mean, you're too slow?"

Long Aotian, who lacked a hand and a sword, was still in a defensive posture.

It wasn't until the delicate red lips blew in the ears that the words ambiguously sounded, and the cold and hot pain was brought away.

Hastily turned around.

Silently appeared behind him.

It's his arm and his sword, it's the blood-stained Hongchen sigh, lightly held in the jade hand with half of the white tenderness sticking out of the sleeve.

It was a beauty with endless coldness in her eyes, as horrifying as a ghost...

The author has something to say: dizzy, dazzled, I almost didn't finish writing even though I tried my best...

PS: Since what has been said here is almost the same, let me briefly mention Shang Qinghan's origin~

The existence of Shang Qinghan is a dream that Ji Xue had after she fell into a deep sleep. It is a girl who has not been exterminated or reincarnated. She is a normal grown up and free girl.

However, she is also a real person with her own memories, the past, and her whole life.

Just like Die Die and Zhuang Zhou don't know which is the real one, for Shang Qinghan, Ji Xue is also a dream of hers.

It stands to reason that the two would not interfere with each other.

It just so happened, because at that time Sword Master Wangyun was practicing secret techniques, using Jixue's ink sword to renew his daughter's life.

Hongchen Tan, who also had Jixue Jianyuan in his mouth, resonated with that side, pulling Shang Qinghan over, and relying on Hongchen Tan, the dream and reality were realized.

The last setting note, Shang Qinghan has never had anyone she likes in her life because of her race, personality, hobbies, etc.

Therefore, for Nan Sixian, who can be called the lover of his dreams, maybe he values ​​it more than Ji Xue.