The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 112 Tell a story that is not unexpected

A name exit buried in the corner of memory, the other party's shocked appearance is enough to confirm her speculation.

Of course, even if Fu Sixian denies it calmly, Ji Xue will not be shaken by her seemingly absurd conclusion.

People cannot be resurrected after death, and their souls cannot be returned.

Such an arbitrarily determined law has never been confirmed by the world. It is better to say that the possibility of resurrection methods, magic weapons, elixirs, etc., is rare but definitely not rare.

What's more, it is aimed at reincarnators who regard miracles beyond common sense as normal situations.

And to admit that under the spirit-forbidden talisman, the blow of the soul-cutting sword did not completely kill her——

The accumulated clues and abnormal sense of disobedience can be explained.

For example, the original Tales from Yu Feijing's series, other things like local customs and customs are okay to say, but the things about Fu Sixian and herself are slightly different and beautified in psychology, emotion, etc., life The details and top-secret arrangements are definitely not something that outsiders can make up by luck.

Another example is the ghost emperor Bai Muya's so-called destruction of the Nine Realms and the reappearance of the original. Let's not mention why she thinks that a person can create the world. Isn't the act of "right" actually the declaration of the reincarnated person that Fu Sixian made back then?

Another example...why is she who is as ruthless as she has no resistance to Nan Sixian at the beginning of their acquaintance, and the reaction is completely different when facing the almost same encounter with Qingshuangluo.

The only answer is simple.

The hand holding the sword tightened stiffly again, a pair of pure eyes that couldn't reflect the chaotic world of mortals, looking for himself through the emerald green reflection.

The sound of stepping on the velvet step by step, rustled in the ears, and the scenes of the past held in the palm of the hand were broken into pieces, and pierced into the heart with sharp stab wounds.

He stared at the woman in red with livid face.

Love and hate overlap, making it rare for the swordsman who talks less, wrapped in layers of wind and snow, to quietly state the truth that has long been useless: "That sword, after all, failed to kill you who belong to the soul body."

"Stay under the Tongtian Pillar of the Yin Race, and with the loss of the host and the natural changes of the nine origins that no one has grasped, you finally find a chance to attach to a child of a new race."

"Using your best bewitching methods, you lure her towards false hopes, and at the same time let her be gradually assimilated by you by teaching the incomplete hermit practice."

"Unfortunately, as the child gained more and more original power, when she came to this Southern Ming Realm, unfortunately, your existence was discovered."

"As a soul body, you can't fight against her who has grown too much. You were forcibly separated into the soul sword, and after a long period of sealing the sword to raise your spirit, you were suppressed by a mature sword spirit."

"But in the battle with Mingzhu Chenchen, she was defeated and sealed, giving you another chance to make a comeback."

"While the reincarnation of the sword spirit was still incomplete, you, who realized that I existed in this world, took the body of that young lady from the Nan family with you, with a bit of broken soul that was refined from that sword back then."

"Then, under the coincidence of family strife, I fled to Tingfeng Valley and met me who can help you solve hidden dangers."

Stepping towards the limit of the prohibition of many magic weapons, the increasingly hoarse tone trembled and made people feel distressed.

The towering chest fluctuated, and Ji Xue raised her head high, just to evaporate without delay, all the incomprehensible amorous feelings blooming in the corners of her eyes... snowflakes.

The misty steam, like the breath of a giant dragon, is endless, gradually forming a ribbon surrounded by clouds and mist.

It is beautiful, but with a kind of bitterness that is hard to describe.

"...your new puppet, Nan Sixian, was born naturally."

Xue was rolling wildly like a madman, as if trying to cover up something, but her words were still loud and clear, nothing could cover up.

A story full of calculations.

Heartless deceit, merciless regret.

That is, the truth that belongs to her and her has no room for refutation, and it should be like this from beginning to end...

"------"

What a surprise...?

Unexpectedly, she, who always thought she had no brains, actually guessed to this point with only a few inconspicuous clues.

Except for the reason why the ghost emperor found out about himself, and that the little demon cultivator in the foundation building period was also a pawn being manipulated, almost all the incidents were guessed.

However, would normal people make unrealistic associations like suspecting the dead for no reason?

He curled his lips, put away the foolish mask on his face, and casually dropped the Five Yin Bone Erosion God Thunder that had been frozen into ice.

Fu Sixian folded his arms around his chest, raised his chin arrogantly and asked, "I've said enough about the boring trifles. Let me tell you, when and how did you notice it?"

Is it the reason for the poisoning?It was because he had missed the show when he swallowed the sword demon before.

"When we met for the first time, the sword sounds from the two different veins could not be hidden. Although it was unexpected, it was not special, but I couldn't ignore the attraction of it."

Her fingertips, which were as white as jade, lightly touched the electric light barrier in front of her. Ji Xue didn't mind Fu Sixian's tone, and her tone was more icy and ethereal than before.

hiss.

Forcefully insert the protective prohibition of Electro-optical Bili.

The scorching burning sound naturally flowed out from the white mist rising between the fingers and the electric light.

It must have hurt.

Even if you don't see the scene where the electric light eats away the tenderness to black and oozing blood, as long as you hear this terrifying voice, you can't help but imagine in your heart——

The fierce thunder and lightning against the delicate and soft body.

Almost crazy raging.

———It should be very painful, like being pierced by needles everywhere.

"Later, when I learned of the existence of the sword demon, I had an illusion." The invasion continued, and the blood gushing out evaporated endlessly. "Or this gradually sinking heart refuses to doubt."

Fengwei's faltering words paused for a moment: "...I, I'm lazy."

tick tock...tick tock...

The soft and beautiful arms were completely submerged in the bright and sharp thunder.

The elegant and noble snow-white fox fur, and the bottom sleeves dotted with ink-colored dark patterns, instantly turned into flying ashes, quietly revealing a touch of moist luster on the forearm.

Smooth as curdled fat, slender as catkin.

It's a pity that in such a short blink of an eye, only the bewitching beauty covered with scars remains.

"Fortunately, at the moment of reunion at that time, the pungent bloody sword smell that could not dissipate in the sky awakened the difference again, and at the extreme of passion, I saw clearly the hatred and madness hidden in the deep valley."

Covering her face with wind, snow and thunder, the snow-like beauty sighed, and gently closed those too penetrating eyes.

The finger wrapped in blood red and sharpened into a sword, pointing at Fu Sixian from a distance, without intention, but still a guilty person with frost and cold.

"On the top of Xuefeng, the one who really wants to take my Yin Yuan... is actually not her, but you."

What……? ! ! !

Did she actually find out from there...? ! ! !

Sure enough, the treasure at your fingertips is right in front of you, is it always the easiest sweet trap for people to show their feet?

Cursing her lips and "cutting", Fu Sixian said in a strange way: "You can save your little self-deceiving thoughts. If you think about your thoughts, she is a hundred times more powerful than me who covets power."

She really didn't lie.

In that forced push, at most she played a role in fueling the flames, and it was Nan Sixian's mood that really dominated everything.

"Then, on the trip to Shenzhu Peak, I, under the guidance of someone with a heart, read the so-called original tales you wrote for some reason, supplemented by the ghost emperor's plan in the mouth of a sharp-eared foreign woman, and finally I can no longer deny the truth of pointing to one point. .”

During the speech, the eye-catching sword glow suddenly burst forth, and an awe-inspiring and unattainable sword intent criss-crossed, shaking the sky and shaking the earth.

With the unworldly foundation that stretches far and wide for thousands of years, with the complete liberation of the soul-suppressing sword element, it sweeps across the four fields and covers the world.

A sudden gust of wind and snow blew away the silver hanging ropes that bound her hair.

The shadows of the eyelids were lifted one after another, and the jewel-like seductive purple eyes were the only pure sword shadow left: "But I, I can't kill her, even if I know that she is you."

Yes.

The moment he handed over his heart, this bloodthirsty sword beast had already drawn an unbreakable shackle for himself.

No matter how the world and the future will develop, no matter what will happen to her who is like a moth to a flame, this sword must also protect the red shadow that remains warm.

Even if she is Fu Sixian...

Even if Nan Sixian is Fu Sixian.

Even if the existence called Nan Sixian is just an illusion that Fu Sixian uses to deceive herself!

But unfortunately———

"Why don't you keep waiting?"

The unrestrained sword light irresistibly destroyed the self-confident defense, and the piercing tone of voice chilled into the bottom of my heart faintly following the approaching steps.

The curling smoke awakens the sound of killing swords sleeping in the abyss.

The fingertips slid across the edge of the blade stained with blood beads stained with the sighs of the world, moistened the heart-biting frost emerald, and fainted from the tip of the sword with curved and beautiful blood saliva.

That is, the dying whisper of withering sorrow.

"...I, I said that no one can hurt her." The words were out of tune, and the corners of the swordsman's lips curled up, and he said hoarsely, "That's right, she herself is also, the same. "

———It’s all the same.

His head was drooping, his words were like dust, and his hands were raised lightly. There was snow all over the sky, blood all over the sky, blurring his vision.

The mournful moan that changed its tone in one thought gradually faded away until it was almost nothing.

Looking coldly at the turbulent world of mortals, without the slightest distraction to disturb the state of mind, the green sword is pointed straight ahead, and only one night is left——

Life and death, clear!

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☆, 111. Sword of Broken Soul