Holding the sword and holding the sister away

"No... Frost?"

Fu Yan looked at the two words on the sword body, and couldn't help but speak out with some doubts, and recited silently.

However, at this moment, the Wushuang Sword was tightly approaching his throat, and an extraordinarily strong sword energy was coming towards him. Fu Yan saw a wisp of black hair floating out of him, and after touching the sword energy, he instantly It just shattered to the ground.

It was very quiet in Wanjian Cave, but Fu Yan, who was dressed in tattered red clothes, stayed in place, and she didn't dare to act rashly when Wushuangjian didn't make any unnecessary movements in front of her.

"Da da……"

Soon, in the depths of the soft blue light ahead, there was a sound of rustling footsteps indifferently, Fu Yan paused slightly, and when he raised his eyes to look, a small figure quickly came into view.

The figure walked towards him step by step, and as the blue light in front gradually faded, Fu Yan finally saw the face of the visitor clearly under the backlighting screen,

"Chu... Lingling?" Fu Yan's face was almost full of disbelief, she never thought that the figure appearing here would be Chu Lingling who had a relationship with her once.

Fu Yan still remembered that the last time she met Chu Lingling, it was after the beast tide in the Shadow Forest that she was able to get to know that little girl because of saving Chu Kuzhan.

At that time, Chu Lingling was obviously just an ordinary little girl, and she hadn't even embarked on the journey of cultivating immortality, but the figure that appeared in front of Fu Yan now was obviously not an ordinary person.

And at this moment, Chu Lingling was holding a Broken Sword that Fu Yan was all too familiar with.

It was her Linglong Broken Sword.

For some reason, after seeing Linglong's broken sword, the image of being in the tomb of the evil fairy appeared again in Fu Yan's mind. Although the master of tearing space did not really show up, she took away her Linglong broken sword.

Now, the Linglong Broken Sword that was taken away appeared in Chu Lingling's hands.

Thinking of this, the answer in his mind was ready to come out instantly, Fu Yan couldn't help but widen his eyes, staring at Chu Lingling who stopped in front of him again.

It turns out...that person that day was actually Chu Lingling.

Fu Yan, who had fully understood, couldn't help being horrified. Looking at the blue aura in Chu Lingling's eyes, she realized that the current opponent was obviously a bit ominous.

"Is it you?" The little Chu Lingling slowly stopped in front of Fu Yan, raised her eyes to stare at her figure quietly, and asked softly.

For some reason, it was a simple question with only three words, but Fu Yan felt that Chu Lingling's voice was trembling slightly, as if it was very difficult to say these three words.

Fu Yan didn't understand what she was talking about, so she could only gather herself together, and then said: "What?"

Perhaps because of being in a coma for too long, Fu Yan's voice was still a little hoarse.

Chu Lingling didn't explain too much, she still looked at Fu Yan in front of her, and she didn't know how much time had passed before she finally reached out to lift up the Linglong Broken Sword in her arms, and then threw it directly at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan was a little confused, but she caught the Linglong Broken Sword that was thrown from behind on a conditioned reflex.

It's just that when she just held the Linglong Broken Sword, the latter bounced off Fu Yan's palm, and then quickly landed beside the Wushuang Sword in front of her. The breath of the two swords blended and lingered instantly, as if It's like lovers who haven't seen each other for many years, and cherish each other.

"Shh! Shh!"

In the next second, Linglong Broken Sword and Wushuang Sword shot up into the sky one after another, and they all uttered sword sounds, as if they were expressing their hearts. One green and one blue sword light entangled with each other, blooming the most brilliant colors in midair .

Fu Yan raised her eyes blankly to look at this picture, and realized later that Linglong Sword and Wushuang Sword were actually a pair of lovers' swords. Excited.

After realizing this, he recalled the appearance of Wushuangjian just now, but it was very similar to Linglong Broken Sword.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was another huge explosion sound in the sky, and the two powerful sword qi merged, as if a brilliant firework exploded, bright and gorgeous in the darkness.

But when the dazzling light dissipated, Fu Yan was not excited about Linglong Duanjian finding her lover's sword, and soon the fragments of the sword body slowly fell from the sky.

A "bang" sound.

The hilt of the Linglong Sword fell to the ground first, followed by pieces of the sword body one after another, falling to the ground one by one, making a crisp sound.

When Fu Yan hurriedly looked down, she found that Linglong's broken sword was shattered, and the incomplete hilt was completely eclipsed, as if a person had lost his soul and could no longer feel any vitality.

"How...how did this happen? Linglong Broken Sword...how could it be completely broken?" Fu Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't care too much, so she could only kneel on the ground in a hurry, wanting to reach out her hand Pick up the fragment of Linglong's Broken Sword.

"call out!"

The Wushuang Sword in the sky also fell down suddenly, and stuck straight to the side of Linglong Broken Sword's hilt, then trembled rapidly, and then a mournful sound of sword movement resounded throughout the Wanjian Cave.

Fu Yan seemed to hear the cry, the sound of the Wushuang Sword was so helpless, so frightening, the Linglong Broken Sword, who was still entangled with it just now, had no breath at this time.

The fragments on the ground quickly produced a show, like a pile of useless broken copper and iron.

Fu Yan also felt that her hands were fighting, but she still picked up all the fragments of the Linglong Broken Sword bit by bit. She held them in the palm of her hand and looked up at Chu Lingling in front of her. .

"Why?" Fu Yan asked her.

At this moment, Fu Yan had too many doubts, why Chu Lingling could take away Linglong Broken Sword, why Wushuang Sword appeared here, and why Linglong Broken Sword was shattered so thoroughly.

Chu Lingling didn't say much, she just stretched out her right hand slightly, and in an instant, the Wushuang Sword on the ground flew into her hand as if summoned by something.

Seeing this, Fu Yan didn't understand anything.

It turns out that the owner of Wushuang Sword is Chu Lingling, and Linglong Broken Sword is not her sword.

"You're not her." Chu Lingling quietly looked at Fuyan on the ground, there was no superfluous expression on her immature face, her pair of blue eyes were clearly very agile, but she looked like that hollow.

Fu Yan suddenly understood that it turned out that what Chu Lingling had been looking for was the real owner of Linglong Sword, and because she could use Linglong Broken Sword, Chu Lingling mistakenly thought that the person had returned.

Linglong and Wushuang are inseparable couple swords.

Then, the relationship between Chu Lingling and Linglong Sword's true owner can naturally be self-evident. If Fu Yan's guess is correct, they should have been a pair of close lovers.

Fu Yan slowly got up holding the fragments of the Linglong Broken Sword, looked up at Chu Lingling in front of her, and finally handed over all the fragments: "I am not her, but the Linglong Sword belongs to her."

After saying that, Chu Lingling's eyes finally fell on the fragments of Linglong's broken sword, but she did not reach out to take it, but turned around holding Wushuang sword and left, leaving only Fu Yan's back.

A small back, lonely and determined.

However, before Chu Lingling walked a few steps away, she fell straight down, and when Fu Yan realized it, the people on the ground moved again.

"Are you... all right?" Fu Yan knew that Chu Lingling's mood should be hopeless at this time, so she could only ask cautiously.

It's just that she didn't expect that Chu Lingling got up from the ground again with a look of ignorance on her face. She seemed to be at a loss and looked around. Finally, she blinked and looked at Fu Yan who was behind her. body.

Fu Yan saw a child-like excitement quickly appearing on her face: "Sister Fu? Why are you here?"

Fu Yan: "..."

Being called sister by this kind of big boss in ancient times, and the other party is very likely to be at the level of a god, Fu Yan only feels that her life span of 80 years has been lost in an instant.

"Sister Fu?" Chu Lingling ran over in a hurry, raised her eyes and looked at Fu Yan with big watery eyes.

Her thoughts gradually came back to her senses, and Fu Yan quickly realized something was wrong, because at this time Chu Lingling no longer had that terrible sense of oppression, and her eyes had returned to their usual dark brown, as if the blue before was just It's just an illusion.

"Lingling?" Fu Yan paused, trying to show a gentle appearance, and nodded towards Chu Lingling beside her.

Chu Lingling didn't seem to notice anything wrong. Seeing that Fu Yan finally understood her, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "Did Sister Fu save me?"

"What?" These words made Fu Yan a little puzzled.

Hearing this, Chu Lingling couldn't help showing a puzzled expression, but she still told Fu Yan everything about her encounter with a level [-] monster before.

"Didn't Sister Fu save me?" The little Chu Lingling felt that her head was not enough, and the scenery here was also unfamiliar: "Then Sister Fu, what place is this place?"

After hearing what happened to Chu Lingling in the Northern Territory, Fu Yan finally understood the whole story.

The appearance of Chu Lingling just now did not seem to be taken away by anyone, that is to say, it is actually Chu Lingling who possesses the power of a god, to be precise, the power of Chu Lingling's previous life.

Because Chu Lingling was threatened with her life, her power was forced to awaken, and now this power has fallen into a deep sleep again.

"It's okay, the danger is over." Knowing that the person in front of him was the reincarnated little Chu Lingling who had no memory, Fu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense mind instantly relaxed.

Chu Lingling nodded in a daze: "En."

"Huh?" Chu Lingling seemed to have just realized that she was holding a sword in her hand, and she couldn't help but be puzzled: "Sister Fu, whose sword is this, why is it in my hand?"

Hearing this, Fu Yan had to squat down again. She looked down at the Wushuang sword, and after a long while raised her eyes to look directly into Chu Lingling's eyes, and said word by word: "It's called Wushuang."

"Wushuang?" Chu Lingling looked down at the sword in her hand, and after calling out the name, she clearly felt the hilt of the sword in her hand twitch, as if responding to her.

"Wu Shuang is your sword." Fu Yan said.

Linglong was shattered, only Wushuang remained.