There are only these two people in heaven and earth, and there can only be these two people, and if a third one appears at this time, he will be reduced to flesh. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sword light in the sky had filled the entire space.

Nothing here can escape the fate of being cut off, as long as there is wind, there is a flowing sword light.

Haruko only showed her sword at this moment, and her sword was tied with a string in the sword holster.

She bit the rope lightly with her teeth, twisted her neck slightly, and the hilt peeked out of the holster, and in the process, she moved extremely slowly, as if enjoying a wonderful and incomparably short thing.

She was reluctant to do it all at once, so she was slow.

Drawing her sword, she looked at it, her eyes as gentle and delicate as if she were looking at her own child.

Long Xi looked at her, and suddenly shook his head, as if he saw Wu Hanjiang, she and Wu Hanjiang's attitude towards the sword was too similar.

Is it because their experiences are very similar, their only reliance is on this sword, which in their eyes is no longer a simple weapon, but a life that can bring hope.

They treat swords like life, which is why the swords in their hands are terrifying.

It was only after a while that she raised her sword, and her whole being became divine and splendid as she lifted it.

Then she waved it lightly.

When her sword is swung, someone must be bloody, either her own or someone else's.

Blood flew out of one of Long Xi's arms, like a bright firework under the gray sky.

Long Xi stared at his own blood, as if looking at someone else's blood, and said coldly: "This sword is beautiful."

Haruko put the sword back into its sheath, looked at him fixedly for a few seconds, and said, "It's a pity that you have already lost."

It was only then that Long Xi felt a sharp pain coming from the hand where he held the sword, like a needle drilling into a bone.

He tightened his bleeding hand slightly, but he couldn't exert any strength, and then he realized that this hand was not only painful but numb, and he couldn't exert any strength from numbness.

Looking at Long Xi's unwilling appearance, Haruko shook her head and said, "It's useless, your hands are useless."

"What", Long Xi's heart jumped, and when he calmed down, he realized that his tendons had been broken.

Haruko said, "What do you think of this sword?"

Long Xi repeated it again and said, "Beautiful."

His sword fell to the ground, and there was no messiness in his eyes, like a heart about to die, beating calmly and powerfully.

Of course, Long Xi knew that a qualified swordsman would never ignore the heart that represented the signs of life.

Only by piercing the sword unmistakably can you determine whether the contest will be won or lost.

Haruko is certainly a qualified swordsman, and she is not only looking forward to this competition, but also expecting to win, and she is crazy to win.

So how could she let go of that heart.

Now, she licked her lips and slowly walked towards Longxi, and the little girl who was like an angel suddenly became ten thousand times more evil than a demon.

She smiled wickedly, and when she walked to Long Xi's side, she showed an angelic smile again, and said, "How is it, can you still move?"

Her tone seemed to be full of concern, and she looked at Long Xi with concern, wanting to reconfirm whether the man in front of her was the best in the world.

There was still a coldness in her eyes, and she didn't let up the man who fell to the ground in front of her.

After a while, Long Xi gasped and said, "Why don't you do it yet."

Haruko's gaze changed slightly, and it was only now that a soul seemed to live in her body, and she had feelings.

She looked up, her gaze suddenly blank, blank without any waves, as if she had no one in her eyes.

When her eyes gradually withdrew from the distant sky and returned to Long Xi again, she became solemn for another moment.

She looked at Long Xi expressionlessly, and Long Xi fell to the ground and seemed to have a hard time getting up.

The hand holding the sword became like a piece of wood, and if no one put the tendons back for him, he would be a waste forever.

Haruko's eyes were still staring at him, and the sword in her hand was raised again, judging from her expression, this time the attack was at least a hundred times more severe than just now.

"But I don't believe it," she said, holding up her sword as she judged, "I don't believe that the man who has been held up as a myth is to such an extent."

As soon as the words fell, the sword was swung out.

If the sword slashes at the earth, the ground will collapse.

If the sword slashes into the sky, the sky will crack.

Now the ground has not collapsed, nor has the sky cracked, because the sword is aimed at a man, a man who has fallen to the ground.

Long Xi's body was already enveloped and covered by this vast sword light.

As if there was no way to avoid it, this light that seemed to destroy everything had slowly engulfed his body.

When this light dissolves, everything here will be swallowed and melted by it.

A second is sometimes a long time, but now that a long second has passed, a long time has passed, and the residual power of this sword has slowly dissipated.

The earth returned to calm, and Long Xi stood on the calm ground, carrying his sword intact.

Haruko didn't seem surprised at all when she saw him, as if she had expected it, she stood motionless and said, "I said you would never stop there."

Long Xi said: "Because I still have my left hand."

Haruko said, "It seems that you can also hold a sword in your left hand."

Long Xi said: "As long as a person's will is strong enough, he can take a sword anywhere."

"Oh?" Haruko glanced at him meaningfully, moved her gaze to his left hand, and said, "Yes, both of us are fighting for the people buried in our hearts, and this battle will never end easily."

Long Xi's head was lowered, his face was shrouded in shadows, and he walked over slowly, although his left hand was still holding a sword, his right hand was still bleeding, drop by drop.

The brilliant silver light was like the morning sun rising slowly, and an energetic white dot in the sky gradually rose from the darkness.

When the light met their shadows, a mist of blood flew through the air.

One of Long Xi's feet seemed to have been badly damaged, but fortunately his only left hand remained.

Haruko's figure fell behind him, she turned around leisurely, looked at his back that was about to fall, and said, "How about this sword?"

Long Xi stuck the sword on the ground, gasped bitterly, and said, "This sword is not good."

Haruko was surprised, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Not good?"

Long Xi stood up, turned to face her, and said, "Because just now you originally wanted to pick my left hand, but now my left hand is intact."

Haruko said: "That's just a leg you put on a leg to change."

Long Xi shook his head and said, "That's why I said you're not good."

Haruko's cheeks were a little cold from the wind, and she said coldly, "Do you have to waste your hands?"

Long Xi looked at her, and his eyes hidden in the shadows suddenly lit up with a cold light, "If you don't cut me off completely, this duel won't stop."

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