Looking Through the Mirror

He was 14 years old that year, and he didn't know the so-called inheritance of martial arts. He only remembered the shocking sword on Buhui Peak, piercing the sky like a vermilion bird nirvana.

He saw that the stance that should have pierced through the opponent regretted three points, Yu Jin passed through his body and slapped on the stone wall, leaving a circle of cracks, which swayed like ripples and formed a spider web.Then the mountain collapsed and the long sword was broken. Someone fell from a height and knelt on the ground with his back to everyone. The rain fell heavily on his body, as if he wanted to pour people into an immortal monument.

Looking at the back of his mentor, he felt inexplicably that everything he experienced today was so absurd, like a bizarre dream, so he raised his eyes to see the white-clothed swordsman being held by the maid again in a hurry.

Dust covered the sky, and the sun was dim. According to the bloodless face, the expression was so calm that it was almost indifferent.

Looking at each other, he heard his own voice, saying "I will kill you" through gritted teeth.There was a moment of silence, and suddenly there was a soft sneer, the doctor dropped the last sunspot to end the long exam, and replied casually: "Please go ahead." The unfinished voice collided in the empty but crowded room, and was whittled into sharp knives by the four walls Assaulted towards him, accompanied by the sound of breaking wind like cranes jittering.And he is the prey driven to a desperate situation, with no way out.

Suddenly, there was Peiran's sword intent attacking from outside the formation, attacking the city with a destructive momentum, he was still not satisfied after breaking the formation, brushing his right eye and destroying the strangely quiet village before he stopped.At the end of the blurred vision, someone slowly walked over, with a calm expression like a stroll in the courtyard.He squinted his eyes to see the man's face clearly through the blood mist. Reality and illusion were intertwined for a moment, and the hem of the sapphire blue clothes that stopped in front of him gave him the illusion in a trance—he was still the same man many years ago. The young man who broke into the Huanzhu Tower said to the enemy in front of him, "I will kill you."

He could clearly hear the whispers when his mind was slackened, and saw that man's expression froze, so the last bit of refined temperament when he turned into a doctor finally faded away, and the cold killing intent tempered by the sea of ​​blood and corpses remained. She is wearing blue clothes and holding a feather fan, but her head is covered with blue hair, but it is blown white by the wind as if it cannot be broken easily.

When he was half asleep and half awake, the young man could vaguely hear someone's ridicule, which was colder than the snow in the twelfth lunar month in his hometown.

"Seeking your own way."

The author has something to say:

When I was writing, I was listening to "Collapse of the Stars from the Void".

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