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[Xing: Another new content... Fei Guang?]

[Qingque: The word Feiguang is a bit strange. I thought about it and there is only one honorific title that fits my memory.]

[Dan Heng: You can’t be talking about…]

The collapsed pavilion, the floating boulders, and the pink aurora in the sky illuminated the dark sky. In the cold wind, first a long sword made of frost appeared, and then a person.

She has a slender figure, long white hair that reaches her waist, and stands on a high place with a sword in hand.

The camera zoomed out, and Jing Yuan slowly walked over with a formation knife in hand. Beside him, countless ice sculptures of the Cloud Cavalry stood there with solemn and panicked expressions. Obviously, they were all frozen in the mirror flow.

[Fu Xuan: Mirror Flow and General...]

[Yan Qing: Such a strong...imposing manner, are all...the Cloud Cavalry around here...

[Qingque: It is rumored that her sword is so fast that it can erase time... Could this be the battle from seven hundred years ago...]

【Jing Yuan: ......】

Jing Yuan stopped at a distance, holding the vibrating knife, and silently looked into Jing Liu's red eyes. In a trance, he returned to the moment when he first saw her.

The scene slowly entered the memory, Jing Yuan and Jing Liu in their childhood stood together on the training ground, surrounded by countless cloud cavalry neatly arranged. Jing Liu looked at little Jing Yuan with a serious face and said solemnly:

"Keep this oath: We, the Cloud Riders, will be like clouds covering the sky, protecting the Immortal Boat. Draw your swords!"

Jing Yuan tightly grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and responded loudly: "Yes, Master!" As he spoke, the scene of drawing the sword was like a reappearance of history, overlapping with Jing Yuan's action of drawing the sword in reality.

"We, the cloud riders, are like clouds covering the sky and guarding the immortal boat." The childish and firm voice of Jing Yuan as a child interweaves with his voice as an adult now.

Jing Yuan pointed his sword at Jing Liu, and the two of them fell into a brief silence. The atmosphere was extremely tense, as if the air had frozen.

At this moment, Jingliu suddenly moved, and her figure was like a bright moonlight, rushing towards Jingyuan. Seeing that the situation was not good, Jingyuan quickly swung his formation knife, relying on his years of familiarity with Jingliu, and tried to resist her attack.

However, Jingliu's speed was as fast as lightning, and her swordsmanship was so sharp that it was dazzling. One sword after another, like a storm, Jing Yuan could only desperately resist.

Suddenly, Jingliu turned around and chopped hard, trapping Jingyuan and Jingliu's weapons. The huge force made it almost impossible for Jingyuan to hold the formation knife. He had to use all his strength and roared: "Ah!" As he roared, the light of thunder flashed on the weapon, as if it had merged with him.

At this moment, Jing Yuan seemed to see those memories again: the sunset gradually fell, Jing Yuan stood under a pine tree, practicing sword, sword, and flat slashing. His sweat soaked his clothes, but his eyes were full of determination and persistence.

"Hold it tightly. As a Cloud Rider, you must not let your weapons slip out of your hands or your body become distracted." Jingliu taught Jingyuan sternly.

Jing Yuan was sweating and exhausted, but he still tried his best to respond loudly: "Yes! Master!"

[Qingque: General Jingyuan still has such a moment...]

[Su Chang: My mother said that every Cloud Rider must start from the very beginning, and the general is no exception.]

"Dang!" Another sword-and-sword collision, Jing Yuan was knocked back a few steps by the huge force. He staggered and almost fell to the ground, but he quickly adjusted his posture, holding the formation sword in his backhand, and regained his footing.

The two fought back and forth, neither giving in, and it was hard to tell who would win. Jingliu's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, the sword in her hand danced like a spirit snake, and every swing brought a bone-chilling chill. Jing Yuan used defense as offense, using the advantages of the formation sword to cleverly resist Jingliu's attack.

Jingliu dodged Jingyuan's sword at high speed and moved behind him before he could react. Jingliu's red eyes flashed red and he pierced Jingyuan's head with a sword.

Jing Yuan raised his head with all his strength to avoid the attack. The mirror-like sword flashed before Jing Yuan's eyes. At that moment, Jing Yuan saw the memories again...it was fire.

In the burning house, a Cloud Cavalry soldier began to grow large vines. His eyes showed a fierce light. He raised his long sword in the flames and slowly walked towards Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan held the knife with a heavy expression, his eyes full of sorrow and pain, and murmured to himself: "Master, he no longer recognizes us..." His voice was filled with deep sorrow.

[Xing: At this time, General Jingyuan's hair can still reveal his two eyes.]

[March 7: Hey, hey, hey, please pay attention to the current atmosphere.]

Behind him, Jing Liu silently drew out his sword, his expression grim and determined. She walked past Jing Yuan with steady and resolute steps.

The demon body rushed towards Jing Yuan like a black shadow, and the long sword in his hand swung down, bringing with it a sharp sound of wind. At this moment, Jing Liu swung his sword to block without hesitation, and the speed was so fast that it was astonishing. With a few swipes, the demon body was chopped into several pieces of minced meat at a high speed that was almost difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Jingyuan stared at Jingliu's back, her figure seemed extremely lonely and strong.

Jing Liu said calmly: "The demonic body is the fate of the immortal species." Her tone was calm, but it contained endless sadness and helplessness.

Jing Liu turned his head slightly, and looked at Jing Yuan with his red eyes, revealing a hint of determination: "If one day, I fall into the body of the devil, you must not show mercy."

After a moment of silence, Jing Yuan responded softly, "Yes...Master." His voice was low and firm.

【Fireworks: Hundred Years of Master-killing】

[Xi'er: The demonic body...is even more terrifying than I imagined.]

【Fu Xuan: General...】

The scene flashed by like lightning, and Jingliu knelt weakly in the secret room, hugging his arms tightly with his hands. His body kept shaking, and he let out helpless wails and groans.

Jing Yuan stood quietly outside the curtain wall in the distance, looking at her with empty eyes.

A clear voice sounded outside the screen: "Those who fall into the evil spirit..."

"The six senses are turned upside down, and human relations are completely lost..."

"Go back, Jingyuan"

"The mirror has passed away..."

"Ah..." Along with Jingliu's shrill screams, countless ice pieces collapsed with her as the center, as if to destroy everything.

Jing Yuan suddenly came back to his senses from his memories and realized that he was still in the midst of a fierce battle.

He quickly raised his head and saw Jing Liu leaping high, accompanied by a flash of cold light, and countless sharp ice blades were cut out. Because he was distracted just now, Jing Yuan could only barely use his weapon to resist, but he was still knocked away by the powerful force.

[Hanabi: Being distracted during a battle is a big no-no, General Jingyuan~]

[March 7: Strange, this is clearly a serious reminder, why do I always feel weird?]

[Xing: Maybe it’s because it’s fireworks. ]

His body rolled several times in the air before falling heavily to the ground, leaving deep scratches on the ground. Finally, he knelt on one knee and managed to stabilize himself with difficulty.