Looking Through the Mirror

The attack of the monster sea became more and more fierce, and an inexhaustible tide of undead rushed forward. The barrier woven by sword energy was at the end of its strength, but when a wave hit it, several cracks were rushed out.Seeing this, the white-clothed youth in the formation, ignoring the bloody tiger's mouth, clenched the hilt of the sword and exerted force, pressing Mo Kuang who had already penetrated into the soil by another three points.

The already dim divine front drank the master's blood at this moment, and it became a masterpiece of time, and the sudden gust of wind blew yellow sand all over the sky, and the sword energy was criss-crossing. The moment the soldiers met, the army of undead let out a mournful wail, instantly shattered into powder, and dissipated between the heaven and the earth. .

Qiao Rulai looked at the temporarily retreating sea of ​​monsters, let out the breath that had been hanging in her chest all along, her knees softened, and the energy in her whole body almost collapsed for a thousand miles.He raised his hand and tightly covered his mouth, but he couldn't stop the glaring scarlet from seeping through his fingers.

"They are inexhaustible."

Qiao Tathagata suddenly looked back when she heard the words, and saw the young leader sitting cross-legged on the ground on the city wall, holding a pipa in his arms, and casually plucking the strings with a plectrum with his eyes downcast. Seeing him looking towards him, he said, "Then It is the hatred of Zheng Ren who has wandered outside the border city for thousands of years. Once it gathers sand and becomes a sea, it can be compared to those who are number one in the world on Jiazi. Looking at this world, only the Longquan Sword can shock one or two. It’s just that the Longquan Sword is nowhere to be found now, and it’s a pity that you can keep it until now with your own strength. Why don’t I make a bet with you.”

After the gunpowder smoke cleared, the battlefield became silent, and the hoarse wind slowly sent his voice to every corner.

As Shangguan Hongxin said, he suddenly smiled, "Your Zhigeliu can last at least another hour."

"It's enough." Qiao Rulai straightened up and took a deep breath, tasting the rust in his mouth. He withdrew his eyes from the city wall, his face was gentle as usual, but with an unquestionable firmness, "At most half an hour , reinforcements will come."

After the words fell, Shangguan Hongxin was silent at first, looking at him from a distance, his face was blurred, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.After a while, he suddenly heard him laugh again—Qiao Tathagata hadn't seen him laugh so heartily for ten years, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous, and sighed: "Junior Brother, Junior Brother, after so many years, you still As innocent and cute as ever."

Qiao Tathagata's expression remained unchanged, while secretly adjusting her breath, she asked, "Why did you say that?"

"The bell between Wugou is ringing." Shangguan Hongxin was vague, but he believed that the people in the city would understand what he meant, "You regard the three statues of Sattva as gods and Buddhas, but you know that the gods and Buddhas take care of themselves. If you don't have time, how can you come to the border city thousands of miles away? You want reinforcements, why go far away?" He slightly raised his eyes and looked down, although he was smiling, but that smile was like a life-seeking arrow piercing the intestines. At the same time, he kills people without blinking an eye, "My good brother, call me brother, I have inexhaustible help at your disposal. Seeing you supporting yourself alone, brother really feels distressed."

His voice was deep and gentle, like whispers between lovers, but also like a dagger covered in honey, with a knife hidden in the cotton.Qiao Tathagata only felt that the voice was pervasive, like hands reaching out from the mud, desperately trying to pull him and sink together.

He laughed too.

"As the leader of Shangguan said, Zhi Geliu can't last long. But even if he dies today, Qiao Tathagata will fight until the moment of exhaustion. The so-called friendship between you and me has long been accompanied by the tree full of colored glaze. They turned into smoke and dust together and ceased to exist. It’s okay to talk about cooperation now, but it’s no longer possible for me to treat you as before.”

After finishing speaking, the young man suddenly drew his sword, and with a loud shout, he faced the sea of ​​undead that was sweeping again.Mo Kuang seemed to be connected with his master, and he gave a long moan, his brilliance shining brilliantly.

Shangguan Hongxin looked down at the man's figure from a high position, and unexpectedly thought of Nishang, his much-loved little sister, when she jumped into the abyss, she was as brave as a young man, like a moth to a flame, I will not regret until death.His plucking hand paused, and suddenly his interest faded. He stood up and jumped down the city wall lightly, landing silently, not even a grain of sand was disturbed.His steps are not big, a bit leisurely in a leisurely way, but he shrunk his ground to an inch and walked thousands of miles. He put his palm on the young man's straight back and pushed it lightly, causing a burst of anger visible to the naked eye. The machine ripples, Mo Kuang's momentum is stronger, and the sword wind passes by, and the evil spirits do not exist.

Qiao Rulai suddenly felt the pressure lighten, and was about to say something, but someone took the sword in his hand, and the opponent stopped him, making him take a few steps back, and retreated into the barrier.He was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw the man's golden eyes looking at him through the dust.

Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to the Shangxian Palace 17 years ago. The man stood upside down and looked at him in the backlight, "Mo Kuang didn't do it like this. I'll only teach you once, but don't be afraid." Look at it." The brows and eyes are full of youthful spirit, and the determination is fully displayed in every gesture.

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