The Qin Dynasty opened the Hengqu Four Sentences, sweeping away all the schools of thought

"where is this?"

"Am I still alive?"

It was as if someone had forcibly dragged me up to the surface from the bottom of a dark, cold lake.

She gradually regained consciousness and looked around in confusion.

"Don't be afraid." A gentle voice came over, slightly calming her inner anxiety.

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a gentle-looking man standing in front of her, speaking comforting words.

Wei Xianxian felt her strange state. She could hear sounds and see the scenery around her, but she could not move herself at all.

"Aren't I dead?" She looked dazed, and the memories in her mind flashed by like fleeting shadows.

The last scene is her falling into Xuan Jian’s arms.

"You are indeed dead." Su Xuan held the spiritual pearl in his hand and glanced at her, "But I brought you back to life."

"Are you... an immortal?" Wei Xianxian raised her eyes and looked at Su Xuan curiously, with some doubt in her eyes, but more of gratitude.

The only ones who can do this are the legendary immortals!

Although I don't know why the immortal saved her, I don't think he would harm her.

Su Xuan's mouth twitched, but he didn't explain it deliberately, because summoning souls was indeed unbelievable.

"You are just a soul existing in the world now, which is not a true resurrection." Su Xuan told her about her current situation.

"Really?" She looked at her illusory and transparent body, "So this is the soul?"

"Resurrection of the soul, even for an immortal, it may not be that easy to do, right?" she asked tentatively.

Although she has a simple personality, she is not stupid. Since Su Xuan resurrected her soul, he must have a purpose.

"Yes, I did pay a heavy price." Su Xuan admitted straightforwardly, "I need you to do me a favor."

......

Zilanxuan.

A most exciting showdown is taking place.

Wei Zhuang and Xuan Jian stood on both sides of the eaves, confronting each other with swords drawn.

"I only see the edge of the sword, but not the person holding it." Wei Zhuang's eyes were sharp and his tone was cold, "You have become a slave to the sword!"

"The sword is a means to kill." The black sword pointed at Wei Zhuang, "If you become a ghost under my sword, what difference does it make?"

"There's a huge difference!" Wei Zhuang's pupils shrank slightly, "Such a sword is not worthy of killing me!"

"Really?" Xuan Jian raised a playful smile. He took the initiative to attack, and slashed with both swords in a flash.

Wei Zhuang blocked with his sword.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of metal clashing was endless, and in the blink of an eye, the two men had already fought several rounds.

It seemed like there was a back and forth battle, but in fact Wei Zhuang was suppressed throughout and was at a disadvantage.

Xuan Jian is very powerful!

Back then in Weijia Village, he and his senior brother joined forces to form alliances, but they only managed to win by just half a move.

At that time, Xuan Jian only had a white sword, but now he has two swords in his hands, and his strength is probably much stronger than before.

Reason told him that there was a huge gap in strength between the two of them, and the best thing to do was to avoid the limelight for the time being.

But his body did not hesitate at all!

It was an unprecedented excitement, it was the desire to face a strong enemy!

He felt as if every cell in his body was trembling and craving!

Temporarily avoid the edge?

Ah,

He doesn't!

He used all his strength, forced Xuan Jian back with one sword, and took the initiative to attack.

The sword moves between the two men were as fast as lightning, leaving behind a series of afterimages. In a flash, the two men fought again for several rounds.

Every fight is the most intense collision.

With the clash of swords, Xuan Jian forced Wei Zhuang to retreat with one move.

Zizizi!

Sparks flew from the rubble, and shark teeth left several meters long plow marks on the eaves.

Wei Zhuang held the sword with one hand, his black and gold robe was stained with blood, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

But he still did not bow his head.

He stood up slowly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "A sharp sword is only to protect a fragile heart, and you are still so weak!"

At this moment, he looked more like a winner.

"Enough!" Xuan Jian didn't want to continue fighting with him, so he used his real killing move. He lightly pointed the tip of the sword in his right hand, and instantly the rubble flew around. A terrifying sword intent poured towards Wei Zhuang like a wave.

The blood moon hangs high in the sky, Xuan Jian holds the black and white swords in his hands, like Yama who has returned from hell for revenge. His murderous aura is as fierce as a bull, and his fierce momentum seems to kill everything in front of him.

Wei Zhuang instantly sensed the changes in the strength of the sword energy.

His eyes were solemn, and he felt something was not right.

"It seems like you've run into some trouble." Su Xuan used the technique of "A World Away" and instantly appeared next to Wei Zhuang.

It has to be said that this peak showdown was indeed exciting. He watched the whole process from beginning to end.

Seeing Su Xuan appear, Wei Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief.

He recognized Su Xuan's speed. Even if the two of them couldn't defeat him together, they could still leave safely.

Although I thought so, what came out of my mouth turned out to be something else.

"This is only temporary."

Su Xuan glanced at him and didn't say much. He just walked in front of him and protected him behind him.

Wei Zhuang looked at Su Xuan's back and was distracted for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xuan Jian looked at Su Xuan in surprise and doubt. With his strength, he was unable to see clearly the trajectory of Su Xuan's movements!

What a great speed!

Is this what you rely on?

This is far from enough!

"Black and white Xuan Jian, the straight blade takes life..." Xuan Jian began to release his killing moves.

The terrifying murderous intent was like a raging storm, as if it was going to swallow and bury everything in sight.

Su Xuan, dressed in a Confucian robe, stood straight, took out the spiritual pearl from his arms slowly, and looked at Xuan Jian, "Xuan Jian, do you still remember Wei Xianxian by the Wei River?"

boom!

The familiar name exploded in Xuan Jian's mind like thunder.

The memories buried deep in his heart flashed through his mind like a slide show. The heart-wrenching pain was still fresh in his mind. He held his head with both hands, his face was hideous, and he was almost crazy.

Why! Why!!

There seemed to be a voice in my heart shouting wildly.

I have clearly done everything I should have done and killed everyone I should have killed.

Why? ! ! !

Damn it! Damn it! !

Damn them all!!

It was as if there was a devilish sound filling his ears. His split thoughts turned into one personality after another. The noisy voices kept echoing in his ears. He shook his head vigorously, feeling like it was about to explode.

The pupils were filled with bloodshot, a bloody red.

And at this moment, a voice as gentle as water came over.

There was concern in his voice, and he seemed a little anxious.

The boundless murderous intent disappeared in an instant, like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, making a thumping sound. All the chaotic thoughts in the mind turned into one voice at this moment.

That is the voice he will never forget, that is the attachment engraved in his soul, that is the person he will never forget in the deepest part of his heart!

"Xuan Lang, what's wrong with you?"

is her! ! !

He had never been so sure as at this moment.