Live fortune-telling: beauty, you have a bad omen

These two diametrically opposed auras are constantly merging and colliding in midair, as if either of the two wants to swallow the other as soon as possible, but due to the constraints of various factors, they can only fall into a stalemate.

The female ghost did not expect that things would turn out like this. The black aura that was lingering around her body suddenly became stronger, and the white bones on the lower body of the female ghost accompanied by it also became old. When it rises, some black impurities are even produced.

Just when Chen Huai felt that he was about to be overwhelmed, he flashed lightly, representing the thriving breath of spring, and was immediately covered by the bloody smell of death.

But the breath of spring is far more solid than that of cold winter. No matter how thick the snow is, no matter how desperate and bloody the smell is, there will always be some beings who will be tenacious and emerge from these desperate situations. On the head, some dots of green struggled to poke their heads out of a sea of ​​leaves.

Seeing this, Chen Huai fought and retreated, sending all the spiritual power in his body to the branch he was holding. In an instant, the broken branch immediately grew more green leaves. Some of the green breath is also lingering around the branches.

It can be faintly seen that the green aura lingering in the direction of the most tip of the branches presents a sharp, sword-like shape.

The moment the green sword edge appeared, it seemed that the surrounding weather was also sensed, and some dripping water droplets gradually appeared. They were like the late spring rain, spreading the breath of spring in a hurry. around here.

At this moment, the female ghost, who thought she could win for sure, suddenly panicked. She looked at the green shoots around her that were covered with frost but still sprouting their heads in surprise, and even a not far away one that had already The cries of old age and death have sprouted a new sprout...

Chen Huai closed his eyes silently, and felt the materials of the exercises transmitted to him by the system with his heart. What is spring? Spring symbolizes a season of vitality, and it symbolizes the recovery of all things...

And Chunyu is the messenger of spring. He selflessly spreads the breath of spring recovery in the world, and uses the first spring thunder of spring to wake up the sleepy creatures in winter.

Chunyu seems to be ruthless, but it is cold but carries infinite vitality. It is the messenger of life. Similarly, the recovery of all flowers is his expectation, and the excitement of all things is his expectation. Yes, this is the meaning of the first style of Chunyu swordsmanship.

Spring rain not only symbolizes the rain in spring, but also represents the subsidence of winter and the arrival of spring. It is the messenger of ending the cold winter and ushering in the hope of warmth!

At the moment when his mind was clear, Chen Huai opened his eyes, and the majestic water vapor also burst out, accompanied by the water vapor, which also overflowed with a particularly strong woody smell.

At this moment, the female ghost vaguely saw a particularly bright green in Chen Huai's eyes. This green was not too deep or light, but very heavy, because it symbolized the recovery of life, and it also Very clear, because it spreads the prosperous atmosphere of spring.

This move was very fast, so fast that in just one breath, Chen Huai, who was still more than ten meters away, approached the female ghost's side in a posture that seemed slow in the eyes of people.

At the moment when the female ghost didn't have time to react, she returned to the original place in a buoyant manner, like a spring breeze blowing towards her spleen, blowing in and then leaving suddenly.

"This is... cluck, cluck... what?" The female ghost's eyes widened for a moment, such an overly surprised and ferocious expression completely destroyed the natural charm of a little girl before.

But for some reason, when Chen Huai looked at the other party, he felt a faint sadness in his heart. It seemed that only at the moment of dying, the female ghost in front of him finally recovered her consciousness.

Although the spring rain seems to be ruthless, it entered the world with a cold attitude, but what can never be erased is that the spring rain brings the messenger of spring, it drives away the cold winter, warms with its own body, and is slowly recovering from the ice Everything in the world, Chunyu, is an existence that is soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

Perhaps because he was too immersed in the first form of Chun Yu's swordsmanship just now, Chen Huai seemed to have been affected to some extent. He seemed to have become that ruthless Chun Yu in that instant.

He repelled the commemorative and cold winter with his own power, and with his battle-damaged body and crippled palm, he sent the last sincere smile to the coming spring.

He loves all creatures in the world, just because spring is a season full of hope, it is a new beginning, everything that exists in the world must have a reason for its existence, so everything can get the best of spring rain Sincere feelings and expectations.

Chen Huai shook his head in a daze, and after suppressing all the emotions in his heart that did not belong to him, he opened his eyes again and looked at the position of the ghost with the appearance of a woman.

Of course, Chen Huai also noticed that the branch he had temporarily grabbed as a weapon had already been turned into dust by the blow just now, and was blown away by the wind.

Still standing in that position just now, the ghost with a woman's delicate appearance looks very strange at the moment. On the ghost's body, there is an extraordinarily huge wound, which slides directly from the position between the neck to the lower abdomen. It can be said that this A wound almost ran through the ghost's entire body.

The wound faintly leaked out, a green light that was not dazzling, but very soft, under the light of this green light, a tiny vine slowly wrapped around the ghost's cold body mixed with frost, slowly Withered and revived again.

A branch slowly grew under the green light, and withered under the evil spirit of the female ghost.

Just like a cycle, at the boundary between life and death, this huge branch has finally grown completely, and even leaves have grown on some small trunks, and even some blooming flowers that have yet to bloom Buds with white petals are still hidden between the shadows of these leaves.

Chen Huai exhaled slightly, and the ghost with the figure of a woman was submerged in the suddenly growing giant tree, and then the evil and cold aura carried by the ghost itself was transformed into a moist and silent breath.

In the surroundings, the surrounding plants seem to be more vibrant from an angle that is difficult for ordinary people to observe.