Zhao Lianyi didn't have the adventures of Bai Ze, she had the eyes of yellow lightning that could break all illusions, and she couldn't tell whether the scene in front of her was real or illusory.

The woman in front of her dancing with a sword in front of her eyes is so real, but she can't get close, every time she takes a step forward, the scene of the woman dancing the sword is one step away from her, like a flower in the moon mirror in the water.

Zhao Lianyi has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and because of the jade pendant given by Li Erlang, he awakened the memory of his previous life, and the comprehension of swordsmanship in the two lives has reached the pinnacle, but he still can't see through the swordsmanship of the woman's dance.

She was sensitive enough to distance, and she could clearly feel that the woman was forty-nine steps away from her, not one step, not too much. Whether she was advancing or retreating, the woman always kept a distance of forty-nine paces from her.

Zhao Lianyi closed his eyes, didn't look, didn't listen, didn't want to, closed his eyes and walked towards the woman.

"One, two, three,...... Twelve, thirteen...... Twenty-five, twenty-six...... Forty...... Forty-eight ......"

Zhao Lianyi silently counted her steps, emptied her head, and didn't open her eyes until she counted forty-nine steps, she hoped that when she opened her eyes, the scene in front of her would change slightly.

However...... No, the woman was still dancing the sword tirelessly, and the distance remained the same, it was always forty-nine steps.

"If this is an illusion, I don't think I can break it, there is no way to retreat behind me, I think I will be trapped here, I have to find a way." Zhao Lianyi's mind was surging with such thoughts, but she was not anxious or irritable, she was very calm.

Her will is strong.

She had a painting in her hand, which had been taken down from the wall of the hut, the one that belonged to the owner of the hut, which she had carefully brought in from the time she entered.

At this time, looking at the outfit of the woman dancing the sword in front of her, there is no doubt that the woman dancing the sword is the owner of the hut.

She opened the scroll to take a look, but when the scroll was spread out, the portrait of the woman in the painting she had been holding moved and danced her sword in the scroll, and a murderous aura came out.

Zhao Lianyi's eyes quickly aimed at the woman dancing with the sword in front of him, and an uninteresting scene appeared, the woman in the painting turned into a person, and rushed towards the woman dancing the sword in front of her.

The woman dancing the sword in front of Zhao Lianyi couldn't get close to, but the woman in the painting flew over easily, and flew to the front, and couldn't help but be entangled with the woman who was originally dancing the sword, and the sound of the intersection of sword qi was crisp and clanging.

Zhao Lianyi watched intently without blinking, the two women in front of him had exactly the same moves, and finally the two broke out a trick, and the two terrifying sword lights collided together, resulting in a big explosion, and there was a sound that seemed to break something.

Zhao Lianyi only found out at this time that the painting in his hand was broken, and suddenly turned into flying ashes, and the surrounding sea of flowers began to break inch by inch, withering, dying, and decreasing little by little, after the sea of flowers disappeared, a sword suddenly appeared not far from Zhao Lianyi, a sword with countless flowers carved on the scabbard.

Zhao Lianyi walked in front of this sword curiously, picked it up, first it was very heavy, and then it became extremely light, light as air, as if it did not exist, Zhao Lianyi tried to pull it out, a sword swung out, a hundred flowers bloomed, and the sea of flowers flourished at a visible speed, surrounding Zhao Lianyi again, fragrant.

Zhao Lianyi looked at the sword in her hand but it was strange, she didn't return the sword to the sheath, but it was sheathed by itself, and she didn't see the sword clearly just now, this sword was so strange.

And at this moment, a voice resounded in Zhao Lianyi's mind, low and clear.

"Prosperity before flowers, withering before flowers, the sword before flowers represents the prosperity and withering of life, the sword has no regrets, and the thirteen styles of the sword listen to the ......"

At this time, the sword body suddenly trembled, Zhao Lianyi couldn't suppress it, and danced with Zhao Lianyi, the sword was not pulled out, and the scabbard was connected, as if there was a force in the dark that was controlling Zhao Lianyi to teach her swordsmanship.

This swordsmanship, Zhao Lianyi understood that it was the swordsmanship that the woman in front of him danced just now, gorgeous and wonderful, and when he found this fact, Zhao Lianyi no longer resisted.

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Another space.

He Xiaowei stood behind the woman, and the woman said that she wanted to test, and said that she would take He Xiaowei's life when the time came, just like telling the simplest joke.

The woman turned her back to He Xiaowei, and suddenly threw a dagger to He Xiaowei backwards and threw it to the ground.

He Xiaowei looked at the dagger in front of her and asked: Are you asking me to kill you?

The woman turned her back to He Xiaowei, still putting on makeup, as if absent-mindedly and said: This is my test for you, but it's not for you to kill me, you don't have that ability, I want you to commit suicide.

He Xiaowei shook her head: I'm afraid that no one in this world is so stupid that they will kill themselves, do I look like a fool?

The woman muffled and said, "Like."

He Xiaowei was speechless, but at this moment, something strange happened, and the dagger on the ground suddenly flew up and flew in front of He Xiaowei.

He Xiaowei suddenly trembled, she involuntarily stretched out her right hand, grabbed the dagger hanging in the air, He Xiaowei painfully pressed her uncontrolled right hand with her left hand, and said incredibly: How can you control my body?

The woman sighed: You're right, although there are few fools in this world who are willing to commit suicide, but once they experience despair, they will still commit suicide, right?

The woman laughed, the smile was creepy, although He Xiaowei couldn't see this woman's face, but a vicious woman with such a heart would not have such a good-looking face, she must have a ghost-like face to make her so vicious.

Next, a terrifying scene, a scene that made He Xiaowei desperate, although she used all her strength to try to suppress the out-of-control right hand, but the right hand was still controlling the dagger little by little to insert into her heart,

He Xiaowei gritted her teeth and struggled, but she was now just an ordinary person's body, no matter how much intelligence she had, she couldn't use it at this time, her left hand finally lost her strength, and her right hand, which lost its strength, was inserted into her heart with a dagger.

"Ah......" A strong pain spread to her body and soul, she wanted to die of pain, she felt her life disappearing little by little, as if everything was over.

"Stupid mortals, trying to steal treasures, this is your fate." The woman laughed.

He Xiaowei closed her eyes in pain, but, it seemed that something was wrong, something was wrong? He Xiaowei suddenly opened her eyes, the pain disappeared, she opened her eyes, the pain disappeared, the dagger inserted in her chest disappeared, her back was full of cold sweat, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

The woman who was dressing with her back to He Xiaowei suddenly burst into a surprised voice: "How did you do it?" ”

He Xiaowei looked at her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead: Illusion?

The woman's voice was even more surprised: How did you break my spell? No way, you're just a mere mortal, how can you have such a strong consciousness to wake up?

He Xiaowei: But all illusions must have a medium, use the medium to influence the spirit, mostly sound, you have just been putting pressure on me, and you have added a psychological hint of suicide, I will involuntarily think of the tragic situation of suicide, and then you can take advantage of the situation to manipulate my spirit, create the illusion that I commit suicide in the spirit, if I sink into it, the spirit dies, that is, it is really dead.

The woman's voice carried an appreciation; You're so smart, who taught you? But can you dodge me once, can you dodge my next time? What we have is time.

The corners of He Xiaowei's mouth suddenly bloomed with a smile: I have time, but you don't, from now on!

The woman questioned: Why?

He Xiaowei said word by word: Don't you wonder why I know so much about illusion?

The woman wondered: Why?

He Xiaowei smiled like a flower: Because of my understanding of the spirit, I have a deeper understanding than you.

He Xiaowei suddenly had a leaf in her hand, put it to her lips and blew it, and a strange music suddenly resounded throughout the space, everything seemed to be quiet, except for this music that was as clear as flowing water, all complicated emotions seemed to be gone.

The woman's hand in grooming stopped, and quipped: If you don't agree with each other, you can blow it, your kung fu is good, your man must like you very much, this song is quite good.

He Xiaowei was silent and played attentively.

The woman slowly felt an abnormality: No, why is this song so familiar, it seems that I have heard it somewhere, it is not good, this is the Eight Souls Demon Suppression Song of the Queen Mother of the West, this is impossible.

The woman screamed; Don't blow it.

The woman's body began to crumble, and it became more and more transparent, and she was in fear and despair.

He Xiaowei turned a deaf ear.

The woman cried; Don't blow it, I'm just a wisp of resentment from the flower fairy, I know all the illusion cultivation methods of the flower fairy, if you let me go, I'll teach you, let me go......

He Xiaowei was still silent, expressionless, and indifferent.

The woman suddenly rushed towards He Xiaowei with her hair scattered, and pounced on He Xiaowei's face with her teeth and claws.

He Xiaowei didn't move, but the woman couldn't move before she touched He Xiaowei, and it disappeared in an instant......

He Xiaowei opened her eyes and sat on her knees weakly, the blood in her nostrils flowed down like she didn't want money, she was just an ordinary person now, the Eight Souls Demon Qu had no qi to consume, it could only consume her spirit, she was so weak now that she couldn't even open her eyes.

He Xiaowei's whole body was weak, and she hurriedly took out a carrot from behind her and gnawed it, after eating a carrot, she suddenly felt a warmth all over her body, He Xiaowei waited for a while, her spirit was half better, and her body had strength.

"This carrot is a good thing, and that rabbit is so unusual." He Xiaowei sighed, sighing that she was lucky. If it weren't for the rabbit's carrot, she would probably have collapsed here and never been able to get up.

He Xiaowei raised her eyes at the woman's dresser just now, and walked to the dresser, there was still the mirror in front of the dresser, He Xiaowei didn't know if there was another space behind the mirror, but she had no way out.

He Xiaowei picked up a box on the table and smashed it against the glass, but she didn't expect the glass to be unusually thin and shatter when you touched it, but this time the glass showed a small storage space, and there was only a long box in the space.

He Xiaowei grabbed one end and pulled it out, the box was full of ash, but when she opened it, it was a guqin with eight strings.

He Xiaowei pulled it with her hand, her voice was crisp and pleasant, and the sound quality was quite good.

He Xiaowei was speechless, "It took so much effort, but I didn't expect it to be just a guqin." ”

"It's better to have than nothing, and it's better to go home empty-handed."

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, He Xiaowei was startled, and when she turned around, she saw Zhao Lianyi holding a sword.

He Xiaowei subconsciously asked: Are you real or fake?

Zhao Lianyi looked at He Xiaowei and nodded: Okay, now you can be sure, you are real, fake will not ask such a stupid question.

He Xiaowei snorted and laughed: Now I can be sure that you are real, because fake ones will not be so clever.

When He Xiaowei said this, she looked around and muttered: When did I come out, why didn't I feel it at all.

Zhao Lianyi's demeanor was different: You also feel this way? When I got this sword, I was in a sea of flowers, and there was only one way to the hut of flowers, so I came in to take a look, but I saw you sitting here.

He Xiaowei nodded: Strange, really strange, what kind of spell is this?

Zhao Lianyi: I don't understand the principle, the things here are very reasonable to explain.

He Xiaowei took a deep breath at this time, looked at such a big guqin, and sighed: It seems that you have obtained a sword, and you can still carry it, can you let me carry such a heavy guqin without the strength of the chicken? It would be nice to be smaller.

As soon as He Xiaowei's words fell, something incredible happened, and the guqin in the box suddenly became half smaller.

He Xiaowei sighed: There is still this kind of function?

He Xiaowei said to herself again at the guqin: It would be nice if it was a little smaller.

The unthinkable reappeared, and the guqin became smaller again, half smaller again.

"No matter how small, no matter how ......small, no matter how small, no matter how small" the guqin finally became only the size of a palm, He Xiaowei could grasp it with one hand, and even put it directly in his pocket.

"Can it be changed back? Bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger............" The guqin grew and grew bigger in He Xiaowei's hands.

He Xiaowei had a lot of fun.

Women are a species, and they will never forget to compare, at this time, He Xiaowei said with a comparative taste: This guqin is not bad, it can be big or small, can your sword be?

Zhao Lianyi shook his head and said: boring.

Zhao Lianyi shook his head and walked forward, and after taking a few steps, he couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, stopped, and said slowly to the sword in his hand: Smaller, smaller......

However, the sword was still the same sword, and there was no reaction at all, but He Xiaowei laughed exaggeratedly in the back, laughing without scruples.

Zhao Lianyi explained: This is the Huaqian Sword, there is no strange skill similar to the golden hoop stick, are you satisfied?

The two walked out of the house, He Xiaowei held the strings in her hands and kept laughing: It can't be big or small, otherwise, maybe you will have to tie yourself.

At this time, the two people who were joking didn't know that what they were holding was the artifact of the Yingzhou Immortal Realm, the Huaqian Sword and the Phantom Qin, and the two of them just felt very strange and knew very little about the power contained in them.