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The soul demon dream raised the Louguan sword and re-positioned his posture.

She only had one chance left.

It's not just because her physical strength and spiritual power can only support her to make one more move, but also because Nalan Yu only allows her to make one more move.

She saw this meaning in the eyes of the other party. If the next blow is easily defused like before, then she will no longer be eligible to compete with Nalan Twilight.

This was not what she expected.

Despite being humble, Demon Dream's heart is actually holding a breath. She knew that Nalan Twilight was much stronger than her, but that wasn't a reason for her to back down.

"Let no man be proud, and he must not be without pride. ”

This is what her grandfather told her, and another thing that the stubborn old man used to tell her was:

"I don't teach swordsmanship, I only teach swordsmanship. ”

Now, her "Tao" drives her to make a final challenge to the ancient, arrogant, conceited vampire in front of her, who never took her seriously.

Therefore, she greeted Nalan Twilight's face and walked up unhurriedly.

"What are you playing with?" Nalan Hao smiled as she watched the short, slender girl walk towards him step by step:

"First of all, if you don't want to make a move, I'll take the initiative to attack!"

"I can't ask for it!"

Demon Dream stood in front of Nalan Twilight, lowered his hands, pointed the tip of the knife at the ground, and said in a loud voice:

"Please attack without reservation, and I will take all the attacks of His Excellency Nalan Twilight in the future!"

"Hmph, it's a big mouth!" Nalan snorted and laughed, "Yes, I like you!"

Then, with a flick of his hand, he threw the knife high into the air.

The knife spun at high speed and flew upwards, disappearing into the darkness. A moment later, a silver-white light once again appeared in everyone's field of vision, and the knife fell into the palm of Nalan Hao's hand at a faster speed, still following the original trajectory, without deviating an inch.

Before the knife fell back into his hand, Nalan Yu had already taken a step forward, pinched the handle of the knife with his backhand with a quick and skillful technique, and then slashed at Youmeng's neck with a horizontal knife.

The icy thrust, with its almost invisible speed and the accuracy of hitting the vital point, made it impossible to tell whether this Nalan Twilight really wanted to take the life of the demon dream, or if he was planning to give her an overly harsh exam.

Even though she had long been convinced that this blow would not kill Youmeng, the way she responded still surprised Nalan Yu.

She didn't do anything at all, and stood there watching the blade cut through her neck.

A knife goes down, and it feels soft, like cotton wool. There was not a drop of blood in the neat cut on his neck, and instead there was a silver-white smoke.

The body of the "demon dream" quickly shrank in front of him, changing back to its original form—a pure white, translucent, marshmallow-like half-spirit. With the dissipation of the limbs, the "Louguan Sword" fell to the ground with a "clang", and it was shortened by more than half as soon as it landed.

"Stand-in!"

Nalan Yu immediately reacted to how the demon dream had fooled him.

When the blade slashed past, he could still sense the other party's body temperature and breathing - which meant that the person in front of him was undoubtedly a living soul demon dream. But as soon as the tip of the knife pierced her skin, all the anger disappeared in an instant.

"This little girl's control over the half-spirit even surpasses the soul demon at the peak!"

In addition to being shocked, Nalan Twilight did not hesitate for half a second, and immediately turned around to deal with the backstab that was bound to come.

However, at a glance, Nalan Yu did not see the figure of the demon dream. He guessed Youmeng's offensive strategy, that is, using the main body as a decoy, replacing the death with a half-spirit at the moment of being attacked, and then launching a surprise attack from the blind spot.

Behind it is the biggest blind spot.

In an instant, just a moment, Nalan realized that he had made a huge mistake, and that was the action of "turning around" itself.

There are two things that he overlooks: first, when he turns around, the original front becomes the back, and second......

Youmeng is a good boy who can't be more upright.

He was used to playing tricks, and he didn't expect that Youmeng would not use the excellent backstab opportunity and choose to attack head-on, which is simply unreasonable, at least, it must not be in line with his "common sense". In the same scene, he will definitely stab around the back, and Youmeng will definitely rush head-on, and it is the huge personality difference between the two that creates this crooked and perfect back.

When the wind blew his clothes, Nalan knew that there was not much time left for him. Now that he has lost the opportunity to dodge, if he wants to retreat with all his body, the only option is to attack.

Without having time to think about it, Nalan Yu turned around and faced the demon dream with a knife in the rear, and with the whirling force of the high-speed turn, he raised the knife in his hand and forcibly took the full force of the soul demon dream.

"Death Sword, Meditation Slash!"

Youmeng roared, pouring all the strength in his body, the fighting spirit in his heart, and the spiritual power rising from the depths of his soul into this knife. The Louguan sword shone with green light, and it was unstoppable from top to bottom like Mount Tai pressing the top.

Nalan Twilight, on the other hand, had to be unwilling, but relieved to admit that if he didn't use his ability to cut off everything, he wouldn't have been able to take this blow at all.

"It's heavy, it's too heavy, does this knife itself weigh so much? Does this little man have such a lot of power in his body? It's kind of interesting......

During the confrontation, there seemed to be a spark flashing in Nalan Twilight's heart, and he smiled to himself.

"Monster, if you don't want this apprentice, can you give it to me?"

The blades intersected, the cold light scattered, and this fleeting moment was a little uncomfortable in the eyes of the two people who were extremely focused.

"Boom!"

The two figures on the battlefield staggered past, and in the loud sound of metal colliding, they distanced themselves again.

The wave of air set off by the collision of two powerful forces spread out and swept towards everyone in the audience. For a while, the audience was silent, only Fengjian Youxiang was alone, and there was a "hissing" sound when drinking tea.

The winner of this battle is about to be revealed.

"Snap"

Nalan Twilight's right hand was neatly broken from his elbow and fell to the lawn, along with the half-cut knife in his hand.

"Looks like I lost!"

He turned around and smiled at Youmeng's back, revealing two sharp canines.

"No, the one who loses is the one who is down. ”

Accompanied by Youmeng's words, the Louguan sword in her hand began to crack from the tip of the knife. As the crack continued to expand and deepen, the entire long knife shattered into dozens of pieces, falling to the ground one by one like damp wall skin.

In the end, all she had in her hand was the hilt of a sword with tassels in it.

Youmeng turned around, put his hands and feet together, bowed very solemnly to Nalan Twilight, and said loudly:

"Thank you for the advice!"

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be!" Nalan waved his hand again and again, "I was so seriously injured, and I dare to say that I am the winner, how can I have such a big face!"

With that, he bent down, picked up his severed arm, and took it back with a smile.

"You stabbed me in the stomach, and my hand was chopped off, and if I were a normal person, I would have died a long time ago, that is, I am nothing. ”

"I think that the competition between you and me cannot be based on 'normal human beings'. As a swordsman, the moment the sword is cut off, he has already lost, no matter how many slashes his opponent has slashed before, he does not count. ”

"Then let's assume that there is no winner in this battle!" Nalan said with a smile, "Then again, your sword...... If you don't dislike it, I can compensate you for a new one, but I don't know if there is such a good product. ”

"This ......" as soon as he said this, Youmeng was a little embarrassed, and said in a loud voice:

"No, no, not at all!"

"Why? I broke it......

"This knife ......"

Youmeng picked up the remaining hilt of the sword, looked at the lines on it, as if looking at the bones of a martyr, there was no sadness in his expression, but a little respect.

"It was forged in the year I was born. It has witnessed my growth, and has accompanied me to fight until now, fighting all my life, and countless souls under the sword...... It's like a part of my life. ”

"Don't, don't say that!" Nalan Yu raised his hands, his expression was full of trouble, as if he was admitting defeat, "The more you say, the more I can't afford to lose, sister!"

"No need to pay, really not!" Youmeng hurriedly explained, "The fate of this knife is the fate of our soul clan, born from war, and died for war. It's better to die on the battlefield than to slowly rust on a knife holder. ”

"I would never feel sorry for a knife that was damaged in battle," she continued, "and that's their fate, just like a fallen leaf returns to its roots, and it is not something that can be swayed by human will." ”

"I like this sentence!" Nalan Yu smiled and raised his thumb to Youmeng, "There is a feeling of an ancient dead man. ”

"How do you feel?"

This cold voice blew goosebumps in Nalan Twilight, and he turned his head with a quick wit, only to find that Yuyuko of Xixing Temple had already quietly come behind him, and her face was ...... It's really not pretty.

"Uh...... I mean......" Nalan Yu wiped a cold sweat, "You look good today!"

"The old lady has been dead for more than a thousand years, can her complexion be bad?"

Yuyuko smiled maliciously and took another step forward, almost sticking to Nalan Yu's body. She stretched out her hand and pressed it on Nalan Twilight's chest, and this action grabbed Nalan Twilight's heart at once.

The kind of "pulling" in the physical sense.

"That's good, little brother, you're in good shape, isn't it very good to fight?

It can be seen that she will never easily forgive anyone who bullied Youmeng.

Except for herself.

"No...... No..... Hmmmm...... Just...... My heart ...... Did you stop for a moment?"

Nalan clutched his chest, feeling like he was about to suffocate...... The kind of "suffocation" in the medical sense.

"Eh, it's only been a little while, shouldn't it stop forever?"

"Uh-a-huh...... Sister, wait a minute...... Ahem...... We have something to say...... Say ...... well."

"Hehehe......"

"Oh, stop, stop...... Stop! I said stop! I ......."

The blood sacrifice Nalan twilight, the banquet was held again, and a few minutes later, there was laughter and laughter in the Red Devil Pavilion.