The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 77

"Um?!"

With a sound full of puzzled doubts, the owner of Chunqiu, who had miscalculated again, was slightly taken aback unexpectedly.

Since entering the Black Iron City, this woman has been provoking the master craftsmen hidden everywhere with her unique sword intent, and then withdrew again after the other party responded or dodged.

In the end, after discovering the way of the divine rainbow that he set in this wick, he scared away the young sword cultivator who was undergoing trials with the pressure that hit people's hearts.

The sword is only for the defeat of the sword.

So arrogant that no one is in the eye but so amazing that it is hard to refuse.

She has done so many things, so she can only think of it, in order to attract the strongest and most worthy of her identity, who is stationed in the Black Iron City.

In the end, she actually said that the two of them didn't come to participate in the Shenzhu Peak Sword Meeting? !

How is this possible!

Is it because I have nothing to do and I can't eat enough!

Just when she couldn't figure out what the other party was going to do, an equally inexplicable exclamation came from her ear——

"Hey? So that's not it? I always thought you were here to participate in the Shenzhu Peak Sword Fair!"

It was the girl who called her fish essence.

Didn't even the companion who is so important didn't tell the purpose of the operation?Whether it is fickleness or too much suspicion, maybe the initial evaluation of this person needs to be adjusted a little bit.

"I, when did I say that I have to waste time for boring scrap iron?"

The ink-patterned long sleeve fluttered up, and he withdrew his hand to stop the nonsense and put it on his back again, and spoke again slowly in a cold and ruthless tone.

Regarding Yu Feijing's question, the lazy swordsman was not even interested in raising his eyes.

But now that Nan Sixian had already asked, Ji Xue looked at the girl's tender face, and temporarily suppressed the urge to touch it, and replaced it with an affirmative negative.

Why did everyone think she would attend the Shenzhufeng Sword Meeting, which sounds troublesome?

Obviously, it's just a meaningless and worthless waste of time.

"Boring scrap iron?!!!"

The elegant and melodious female voice couldn't restrain the anger.

There are also works participating in the Shenzhu Peak Sword Fair.

When Yu Feijing heard these words, her face sank almost immediately, her eyes became sharp, and layers of murderous aura also spiraled up with her revealed cultivation.

"Don't even take a look at it, just say it's all scrap iron, extremely rude swordsman, are you... looking down on Shenzhu Peak?"

As a caster, the magic weapon born in his hand can be said to be like a child... No, it is gorgeous, obedient and not noisy, it is an existence that is much more important than a child.

So even if she is a real swordsman who is very satisfied with her, it is absolutely unbearable to comment on her sword like this!

Even if there were indeed a lot of rags produced by other foundries in the sword meeting!

That's not OK!

"Oh?"

From the corner of the eye, he glanced coldly at the astonishingly powerful Yu Feijing.

The ink-stained Jixue between her brows and her pair of faint purple eyes became more and more scorching, and her words filled with a kind of lacquer night picturesque coldness.

"A tactful word for you... yes, exactly."

Respond positively to provocation.

The cold light of the frozen soul is sharper than the victory blade.

The beauty who stands proudly at the pinnacle of the sword world doesn't know how to back down or be courteous.

The half-step boundary that is silently stepped forward, against the three thousand snow silks floating like a dance, thousands of swords of death and sorrow are stirred up, showing the endless murderous intent to subvert the world!

If there is a disagreement, they will be killed.

Seeing that the situation is heading towards an inexplicable direction of development.

Nan Sixian had no choice but to sigh helplessly, and put her hands on her hips to stop Jixue: "...Stop messing around, please, and explain clearly to others what you are thinking!"

She can be called the master of psychological observation of this iceberg, and she can see it with just a glance.

This guy is just too lazy to talk nonsense and can't bear to be provoked by others, so he will say that kind of ridicule that is too stimulating.

Really.

That is to say, that big fish doesn't look like a bad guy, so it's okay to communicate well!

"You stopped me for her sake?"

The chest was full of sourness, and the already piercing and piercing voice dropped by three points.

The entire antique guest room was suddenly covered with a thin frost, almost hidden in the snow-colored white glow, and the ink marks stained by the fingertips were even more rippling and looping, secretly drawing a murderous ink scene.

One sword moves the world, and one thought shocks ghosts and gods.

His complexion was still indifferent for thousands of years, but his eyes were vaguely circled with blood, which represented bloodthirsty.

Ruxue's swordsman brushed aside the shattered hair covering his eyes on his forehead with two fingers, leaned forward and said in a heavy air, "Get out of the way."

Why?Why are you even more angry?There is also an unmistakable sour smell?

Could it be jealousy...

"speak politely."

With a greasy and sly smile on his face.

Nan Sixian grasped Ji Xue's fingers hanging in front of her body, and led her cool fingertips to lightly land on her chest, then put on a dead face and threw them aside.

"Otherwise, there are some things, I'm afraid...you will never be able to touch them again."

A clear threat.

A swordsman with a good temper is definitely not good. If it were anyone else who went too far, there is no doubt that the only way to kill him is with the sword.

Unfortunately.

She is no one else, she is the only Nan Sixian in the world.

No solution.

"..."

The willful swordsman stroked the still soft fingertips.

Staring at the pretty face of the resolute girl, she cast a disgusted glance at Yu Feijing, who had been intimately with Nan Sixian at some point, with a proud expression on her face.

His heart was on fire, and he raised his palm to kill.

However, he was defeated by the sight of the word "Dare you" whispering silently with his chest up.

Take a deep breath.

Ji Xue firmly remembered this dead fish spirit in her heart, temporarily obediently gave up her killing intent and said lightly: "If my mind is not clear, no matter how powerful the sword gods in the world are, I will be useless to me."

The way of cultivating the Yin clan is very different from the way of sword cultivating in this world.

Without soul, without intention, no matter how powerful the divine sword is, it cannot allow her to fully display her strength.

On the contrary, the power of the sword state will be reduced because of the incompatible sword sounds, and the slightly inferior sword will self-destruct because it cannot withstand the collapse of the sword intent.

Even if she collected the three major spiritual veins and buried part of the sword essence to cast Hongchen Tan, at most it was only barely usable, and it would not affect the level of her sword moves.

It really means matching hearts and hands, but in fact there is only that one... the ink sword that has been with her for more than a thousand years!

pity.

It is no longer there.

Ten years ago, it was loaned out to fix the soul of the daughter of Sword Master Wangyun, and the time to return it may be immeasurable.

I don't know when I will be able to sink into that scene of desolate Xueluo again, and I don't know when I will be able to listen to the mourning that was annihilated that night again.

Thinking about the only one who let go for the only one, should be the feeling called nostalgia welling up in my heart.

The half-closed purple eyes dimly reveal light ink shadows, and the right hand gradually tightens, and then loosens it lonely because of the emptiness that can't hold anything.

A faint sigh drank into the bottom of my heart.

When the sword light slows down, the world is sad, only listening——

The snow falls, silently.

"So, what she means is that those swords are not suitable for her! It's not that Sister Yu's swords are not good, so don't worry about them!"

Keenly aware of someone's depression, Nan Sixian smiled and explained to Yu Feijing, while jumping a few steps cutely, and ran to Ji Xue's side calmly.

Domineering fiery fingertips, chasing and dodging slightly.

The heart-warming palm was pressed against the cold and sickly whiteness.

Forcefully separate the five fingers, insert them into the gaps of the fingers little by little, and clasp the ten fingers tightly, as if they will never be separated again, they are tightly entangled.

His eyes were burning, fixed on the surprised beauty.

The corners of the proud girl's lips curled into a beautiful arc, she shook the hands that were holding each other, and the elongated ending sound rose involuntarily: "Speak, don't you~~~~~!"

The boundless sweetness froze his breath.

The smile that only belongs to her is another kind of uniqueness that is exchanged for her only one.

Perhaps, it is a far more precious treasure than a single ink sword, and it is a supreme treasure that is worth giving her everything.

The face that was still as cold as ice was suddenly warmed with a smile.

The hands that were held together moved around naturally, and Nan Sixian took advantage of the opportunity and threw herself into Ji Xue's soft embrace.

What are you doing!

There are people beside him, ah no, there is still a fish beside him!

Unexpectedly, Ji Xue could be so bold. Nan Sixian, who was about to speak to stop her, was sealed by the soft soft petals before she could speak.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!"

His eyes widened in an instant, and the only remaining hand hammered someone's chest vigorously.

Nan Sixian, who was ashamed, startled and enjoying himself, either raised his head or turned sideways, using various postures, trying to stop Ji Xue's unscrupulous atrocities.

however.

Under the stubborn insistence of the beauty, these soon turned into rippling little fun.

All the distractions around me seemed to be gone.

What kind of fish spirit, who is watching, all can't impress her heart, the fiery impulse, only the only intoxicating tenderness in the whole world remains.

Entangling, plundering, absorbing...

Wave after wave, wave after wave.

Repeating the teasing and admitting defeat of you coming and going, the two kinds of fragrances with their own merits and fragrances are mixed to the point that they can no longer distinguish each other, and the lips of the two finally parted reluctantly.

The enthusiasm that burned out the reason gradually died down.

Nan Sixian, who came back to his senses, immediately kicked Ji Xue's calf heavily with a blushing complexion.

Kissing fiercely in front of a third person, it's so embarrassing! ! ! !

I just laughed at Sister Yu for losing her composure, so what if I immediately made up a laughing stock for her! ! !

Hey?wrong.

Why didn't the fish respond after watching it for so long? Could it be that I've never seen this kind of stimulation before, and I'm so stupid to see it...?

Suddenly guessing something, Nan Sixian temporarily put down Ji Xue's calf that was almost purple from being kicked.

Turn your head and look behind you.

Sure enough, both Luoxue Mohen and Yu Feijing remained almost stagnant, and the whole room was tightly shrouded in a strange yellowish color.

Obviously it must be someone's handwriting.

"Sword realm, go back."

"A sword move that was so dusty that even I was about to forget it. I thought it was a useless move other than disrupting time."

There was a hint of satisfaction in the cool and songlike tone.

Ji Xue's eyelids drooped slightly, she stretched out her hand to hold up Nan Sixian's strands of black hair, sniffed it at the tip of her nose, and said solemnly: "I didn't realize it until today, maybe it has countless magical effects."

angry.

If I didn't say it clearly, she still has a sense of immorality.

This guy must have done it on purpose, right? !

Once again, he rolled his eyes like some kind of fish called salted fish.

Nan Sixian viciously broke away from Ji Xue's embrace, and then vigorously swung her waist-length hair towards her face: "You are so tall, let go of Sister Yu and get down to business."

"Business."

The sword pointed at the ink to draw a circle, leading the black and blue hair like a waterfall to obediently become a plaything.

The beauty like snow closed her eyes and sighed secretly, her moist red lips slightly opened and closed, and whispered inaudibly: "Well, for you or for me, which one is the most important thing? "

Do you know?

Why, I suddenly remembered, this long-lost sword move...

----time is limited.

Shaking his head, he opened his eyes and obediently dispersed the ink accumulated on his fingertips.

The subtle yellowish color faded away in an instant, and the snowflakes that did not fall all over the sky and Yu Feijing, the host of Chunqiu, regained their freedom at the same time.

But when Ji Xue was about to talk about Soul Iron, that cold and solemn face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years changed color because of a sentence that the big fish blurted out.

"The heart follows the sword, the spirit enters the sword soul, the soul divides the sword body, such a demanding practice, is it possible... Are you a hermit?"

"Um?!"

The Yin clan was exterminated by the reincarnation and she was the only one left, and the world of the Yin clan was also destroyed by her sword. This place called Nanming Realm should have nothing to do with it.

Why would anyone other than her know about the existence of the Yin Race? ! ! !

The author has something to say: on time on time on time!

Additional settings:

1. Yu Jing misunderstood it. After someone entered the city, he has been playing a small game such as "catch the sword sound that hides himself ←".

2. As for driving away a certain young swordsman, I just feel that Big Fish with a relatively high level of cultivation is the most likely place to get Soul Iron in the whole city.

3. The owner of Yujing can guess Jixue's identity just by a simple sentence, as if he has pretended to be a wave of high-level intellectuals, but in fact...

4. Sword Realm Backtracking is a sword move that pulls oneself or someone whose realm is far worse than oneself out of the time track. Outside of the time track, people and things in the time track cannot be affected, which is equivalent to creating a Solo duel environment.

But she doesn't need to spend a lot of trouble with people who are far worse than herself, just slash with a sword, so she calls this extremely fashionable move a useless move.