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Volume 2: Xiao Li¡¯s Flying Sword Chapter 200 The Wailing Sword

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    The figure had completely disappeared, and the cold wind and flying snow had stopped long ago. Lin Ye slowly bent down and cast his gaze on the sword marks on the ground.  šI "Well? This sword energy is condensed with frost and forced into the ground. There is a kind of blood in its sword energy, which makes people understand the cruelty of the world. It treats countless tragic lives with a child's play mentality, and even more  A trace of obsession and confusion. Mysterious swordsman, what do you want to explain?" After staring at the sword marks on the ground, Lin Ye slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.  , I thought secretly in my heart.  Three days of waiting, three days of time, the same time as three days ago, Lin Ye sat on Jianfeng and waited.  "The moment the sun rose, there was a sudden feeling of chilling, and Lin Ye couldn't help but pay attention.  Lin Ye slowly stood up from the ground, looking into the distance, watching the figure slowly coming from the distance. As the wind and snow got thicker, the expectations and doubts in his heart grew higher.  The mysterious swordsman in front of him seems to be carrying a mystery, as ifas if he is himself.  Approaching step by step, Lin Ye lowered his eyes, and an inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in his heart.  Wushang walked in, looked at Lin Ye and said lightly: "There is a kind of beauty in this world, which only exists between the eyes. Two people chase their eyes with their eyes, attracting one's gaze, seducing each other for a moment, and transforming.  The undercurrents surge into a struggle between seeing through and being seen through. Your eyes are close to each other. Although your upper eyelashes are slightly furrowed, your eyes are dim and hesitant. Have you not understood the mystery of the sword? "  "Your sword energy is condensed with frost and forced into the ground. There is a kind of blood in your sword energy, which makes people understand the cruelty of the world. You treat countless tragic lives with a child's play mentality, and there is even a trace of obsession.  and confused." Lin Ye stared at Wu Shang.  asked in a deep voice.  "Huh?" Wu Shang let out a light sigh, slightly pressing the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and his momentum suddenly changed.  "What is the motive for killing? Why do you kill wantonly, and what is the purpose behind it? For the doubts in your heart, for your incomprehensible confusion, why are you confused? Mysterious swordsman. You  Does your sword exist only for killing?" Lin Ye took a step closer to Wu Shang and asked.  "Looking for the me in the past, pursuing the me in the future, and exploring the me in this world. Today, Mu Jian has lost his original intention. There may be a battle to release my heart and soul that has been frozen and imprisoned for many years. If you fight with me, you will only have life and death.  , Why do you need to ask more about my purpose and motivation? Just survive." Without saying anything, Mo Sword gently lifted up from his hand, and Wu Shang looked at Lin Ye and said.  The plain words, the compelling sword aura revealed on his body, and the hidden sword intention that looked down upon the world made Lin Ye even more praised in his heart.  "Crazy words." With the Tianjing in hand, boundless confidence arose spontaneously, and Lin Ye looked at each other with a cold eyebrow and hummed.  "The moment the sword is possessed, it will create a sinking gap. There is no explanation. There is no need to explain. You just need to remember your mood at this moment and remember me at this moment. This will be your last." Mo Jian  The dark red snow light bloomed, and Wushang seemed to have not heard Lin Ye's words, immersed in his own world.  Snow mango.  The sword light was as white as snow.  The flying snow in the sky suddenly merged with the sword light emitted by the Mo sword in Wu Shang's hand.  The flying snow in the sky, the wild sword light, stirred up the cold god.  "Although it is different from what I thought, for such a martial arts battle, let me prove your sword and mine." Blue crystal sword light.  Lin Ye said in a deep voice with cold eyes.  "The distance between life and death is measured in a blink of an eye. Can you grasp it?" Chi Sha condensed into snow and frost, and the ink sword in his hand was swaying.  "You will know once you try it yourself." Lin Ye raised the sky crystal in his hand, and his body appeared in an instant, with the sword in his hand already drawn.  Facing the rising sun and the flying snow all over the sky, a sword slashed towards Wushang like a stream of light.  The eyes are filled with only calmness, the absolute calmness that abandons all distracting thoughts, as if there is nothing in this world that can move her.  "Your eyes have aroused my murderous intention." Mo Jian faced the enemy, and with the flying snow, the white light instantly struck the sky crystal in Lin Ye's hand, and the cold words came out of Wu Shang's mouth.  There are no retrospective words, no unnecessary words, only a cold shout, only the flickering sword light and the cold sword energy.  With a long shout, the sword light flashed again, and a sword energy stirred up the sound of thousands of swords clanging together, stirring up thousands of piles of snow and sweeping towards Wushang.  The sword light passes through the gap, creating a beautiful killing scene woven with sword energy. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the blue is a beautiful sight, but also a compelling desire to kill.  The sword sound of thousands of swords on the sword peak suddenly stopped under the white and red sword light of Mo Jian, and then the sword vibrated again, this time it made a wailing sound, like a hanging sword.?The previous whining and lamentation.  "The sound of the wailing sword has a kind of deception that confuses people's hearts. I will listen to it, and then kill!" The Mo sword intersected with the sky crystal, and then Wu Shang's figure suddenly retreated, covering his ear with his right hand as if listening, the depressed words were accompanied by the sonorous sound.  The sound of the sword, the sinking sound of the sword, swayed out a beautiful sword light.  Sword Qi swayed out from the edge of the Mo Sword. If streams of light hit him, the sword in Lin Ye's hand became faster and sharper.  But no matter what, it is controlled by Wushang Sword Qi.  The three-breath confrontation has already resulted in defeat.  "Amazing cultivation, an astonishing sword, and an astonishing swordsman." There was only expectation, joy and endless fighting spirit in his eyes. The sky crystal in his hand became faster and faster,  Also getting sicker.  The swift sword, the blazing heart, the more they fight, the more they feel an unbreakable sense of mutual sympathy.  Both sides are unparalleled swordsmen in the world, and both sides are swordsmen who stand at the top of their lives.  He is an enemy, but also a confidant who must be defeated.  "I thought my sword had reached its peak. But now I know that it has only just begun. This realization makes me ecstatic." Although he said he was ecstatic in his words, Lin Ye looked at  In Wushang's eyes, there was nothing else but the coldness that felt as if the icebergs had not melted for thousands of years.  "The world is vast, the universe is vast, you and I are just sitting in the same place." After hearing what Wu Shang said, Lin Ye showed a hint of agreement in his eyes, and the sword movement slowed down slightly, and he praised.  "That's the case. I hope you can survive." Wushang nodded.  "Haha, a confident person." Looking at Wushang, Lin Ye laughed.  "The look in your eyes and the tone of your voice at this moment reminded me of her, and it also aroused the regret in my heart. But regret is a kind of lingering charm. When it is over, it is the excitement of missing her, and I can't stop thinking about her.  Tired of this feeling of being fettered, the sound of the mournful sword was about to come but was forgotten. "Lonely words, lonely emotions, the moment Wushang's words fell, the ink sword in his hand also suddenly moved, accompanied by it.  As the inked sword waved, the surrounding swords suddenly let out a wail.  And along with this whine, changes also occurred.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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