Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

The words and memories in Ren's heart are transformed into cgs and presented to the players, interspersed between the fights with Yannian. "Manye Cat" is betting on Jingnian to win one second, and the next second he bursts into tears, "Go, Ren, win for Yu Mo, win this game."

Most of the comments were "Let Blade win", while a small number were "Give it back to Mirror Flow"

Gradually, the screen began to play the opera "Waiting for the Return of the People".

[Note: Due to the wooden hairpin on his chest, Blade's consciousness is confused, and his memories and reality are intertwined. Before he regains consciousness, he will be played by the player.]

The screen prompts the player to quickly control the blade, dodge the attack of the mirror, and press the special key at the best time to counterattack or defend.

"Nani, isn't it a turn-based system anymore?"

"Fuck, let me take control?"

Looking at Jingnian's sharp swordsmanship and ultimate teleportation, the "Cat of Many Leaves" felt his scalp tingling. He was a little slow in moving to the right, and a thin scratch appeared on the cuff of the blade, and blood oozed out.

Fans in the live broadcast room were extremely anxious and started posting complaints - host, can you do it? Isn't it just dodging, jumping, defending and attacking?

"Damn it! I've been playing this game until now, and suddenly there's a short action experience in the middle. Jingnian's swordsmanship is so fast it's terrifying. Damn, he even has a fast and slow sword."

"Manye Cat" cursed loudly, controlled the blade to roll to the right in circles to avoid, and then "puff" was stabbed by Jingnian's sword.

With a cry of "Fuck", "Manye Cat" controlled the blade to roll in circles to the left to avoid it, and then "puff" was stabbed by Jingnian's sword.

"Hahahahaha—which idiotic planner set this up?"

"It's clear that the blade is going to lose."

"What's the difference between this and using Danchun Qiong to attack the black-robed boy at the beginning?"

In the live broadcast room, "Manye's Cat" laughed wildly and slapped the keyboard angrily.

There is a rule in the Xianzhou Sword Contest - if you let go of the sword, you lose the battle.

[Huai Yan wipes his tears with a tissue: "It's over. With the broadcaster's ability, this is going to be a tragedy. I'm going to lose—No, my senior brother."]

[Two little craftsman foxes: We're going to lose (sad)]

For a moment, the comments section was filled with cries of grief. The red eyes of "Manye no Cat" suddenly darkened, and he quickly analyzed, "Ren's swordsmanship was taught by Jingliu. Jingnian is very familiar with Jingliu's swordsmanship. If we only talk about swordsmanship, Ren will definitely lose."

Suddenly, "Manyo no Neko" smiled and set up the keyboard and mouse.

The flickering fragments of light in his pupils gathered together and condensed into an extremely deep and bright point. The unruliness on his body suddenly peeled off like ash blown away by the wind.

“But a true master always has the heart of an apprentice.”

"Come, Jingnian—I ask for your guidance."

"Manye Cat" stared at Jingnian's movements with a calm expression.

In the game, Yannian was suppressing Ren's attack, but just when he was about to swing his sword to knock down Ren's sword, Ren's attack style suddenly changed, and he distanced himself from him.

Ren's eyes were struggling and his consciousness was a little confused, but he still held the sword tightly in his hand.

"What?" Yannian frowned slightly. When he was about to win, there was a sudden deviation, which made him feel unhappy and his eyes dimmed.

Is the anchor selected by the system against him again?

At this point, you still want to change all this, what a joke.

All the struggles were too late.

"Swords have no eyes, life and death are determined by fate." Yannian's eyes were fixed on Ren's chest, with a hint of cold murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

The sword flashed diagonally, sparks flew, and Yannian used the momentum to turn around, and the hilt of the sword hit back, intending to temporarily disable the arm that was wielding the sword.

"Manye no Neko" controlled the blade by lowering his shoulders, letting the hilt brush past his clothes. At the same time, he slapped the ground with his left palm, like a crane soaring into the sky. The sword turned with his body, and a circle of silver arc fell from the air.

The whole process went smoothly, the live broadcast room was boiling with people screaming, saying they had never expected the host to be so talented.

Is Kafka the Landlady?: Damn, I didn't even see Jingnian's move clearly, and he dodged the blade. Awesome host.

The sound of the wind filled his ears, and "Manyo no Neko" suddenly seemed to have the sense and perspective of a blade.

"Windwalker."

Yannian held his sword horizontally to block the way, and the "Cat of Ten Thousand Leaves" controlled the blade without stopping, jumped up with the wind, and landed accurately on the opponent's sword spine. There was a crisp "ding" sound, and the sword was stepped on to bend downward in an amazing arc, sparks flying.

With the force of this kick, the "Manye Cat" controlled the blade to spin horizontally in the air, and its right leg kicked out. Yannian quickly raised his left arm to protect his face, but was kicked back three meters away by the fierce force.

The blade flipped into the air again with the force of the recoil, and landed lightly, putting the sword in front.

The live broadcast room cheered - the host did a great job.

Dan Heng and Bai Lu outside the field were confused. The sword style of Ren suddenly changed, and now Yannian was at a disadvantage.

Jingliu had a calm expression, his hands folded across his chest, his fingertips tapping lightly on his right arm, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Interesting. This is the first time I've seen Nian suffer a minor loss in swordsmanship since you left."

"Or the swordsmanship of your teaching blade."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears. Jing Yuan took Yan Qing to Jing Liu's side and watched the situation on the field. His eyes turned cold for a moment when they touched the wound on Yan Nian's face, and then returned to normal in an instant.

He had already heard about the general situation from Yan Qing, but he was very confident in Jingnian's strength. If Jingnian had not died, he would have been Luofu's sword master.

But now...it seems a little unexpected.

"This style of using the opponent's force to attack is not what I taught."

"But don't worry...it will be over soon." Jingliu said in a cold tone.

Yannian shook his arms. Was his movement determined by the wind's flow?

If you want to stop him with just this, it's too small and incompetent.

——He is faster than the wind.

Yannian was as fast as an afterimage, swinging his sword before the wind blew across the blade.

"Shit, Jingnian has entered the second stage, I can't react in time." "Manye Cat" screamed in pain, dodged to the left, was poked by Jingnian, dodged to the right, was poked by Jingnian again.

"Manyo no Cat" smashed the keyboard in anger.

"Is this still a game for humans?"

Just when the defense was relaxed, Ren had regained some consciousness and raised his sword to block Yannian's attack.

His wrist bones sank, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and Blade laughed, his voice hoarse, "Your... eyes always look at my chest."

"What are you nervous about?"

"Shut up." Yannian exerted force, pressing the opponent's sword to his throat. He said coldly, "Of course I'm nervous. After all, Jingliu also needs the Suzaku Feather."

"That's not the answer to your question—you...want to destroy it, right?"

"You... live like you're wearing a mask. Strangely enough, this mask has a life of its own."

The blade spun half a step, the momentum rose, and Yannian was pushed back.

"Being close to you... I always have inexplicable emotions and suspicions."

"why is that?"

"He said... an actor has many sides. So, are you one of his sides?"

"Jingnian." Ren regained consciousness completely. When his flashing purple eyes met Yannian's sight, it was as if he returned to the past and listened to the eldest brother's voice again.

A sound only he could hear.

"Yu Mo must die."

"big…"

Ren's sword paused for a moment, and just as he was about to speak based on his intuitive guess, Yannian's sword pierced through his chest, accurately shattering the dead wood hairpin.

"Don't say—"

"Stop talking!" Yannian's expression was distorted, almost crazy, with a hint of sadness, fear, and helplessness in his eyes.

"You're crazy, Blade."

The sword in Blade's hand slipped...

Yannian's eyes became the last color he experienced before death.

"I... won."

"It's me." Yannian looked back at Jingyuan, unable to suppress the almost sick smile on the corner of his lips.