This winter is a bit cold, and it stands to reason that in the south, there should only be biting cold winds in winter, but this piece of snowflakes falling from the sky is very abnormal. News reports said that this was a once-in-a-century anomaly, and then a whole bunch of questions about environmental protection were raised.

Zhang Yue didn't know if the snow was due to environmental damage, but he could be sure that the snow in the Zhixin Gym was not. In the end, Zhang Yue still came over to fight and replaced Yan Xi. Standing in front of the door, the boiling evil aura was suffocating, Zhang Yue opened her black and white pupils, and there was only blood in her vision. He also thought he was facing a demon in hell.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yue suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart and walked towards the Dao Hall, the power of yin and yang worked, and the black and white light converged in her hands, forming two long swords. Zhang Yue is a little weird, because he also learned Japanese kendo, this kind of long sword, he is not used to it.

Walking to the door, Zhang Yue raised her foot. The demon's voice rang out. "One step, die!" Simply and crudely, this is a declaration of death.

Zhang Yue ignored it and stepped in indifferently. A smell of blood came to his face, and everywhere he could see, there was blood. Zhang Yue licked her dry tongue and said, "It's her turn to win against me." As his words sounded, the teeth of the sword that had been holding the knife also moved.

Boom!

The knife light is clear, as if it has been washed by spring rain, and it is particularly eye-catching in the drifting snow. This is what normal people see. But for Zhang Yue's black and white pupils, everything is completely different. The knife pulled out by the sword tooth is simply a demon knife, how can there be any spring rain, it is clearly blood rain.

Zhang Yue shook her head and sighed lightly, her legs were slightly bent, the center was pressed against her feet, and the horizontal sword was blocked. Bite! Dingdingding...... At the first loud bang, Zhang Yue didn't move at all, and then the dense raindrops hit in unison, enveloping Zhang Yue. But the white sword on Zhang Yue's chest is lying horizontally, just like a shield erected, which can block thousands of troops and horses.

Just after a bloody rain, another gust of fishy wind blew away the thick snow on the ground, submerging Zhang Yue, who stood in it, expressionless, as if he had lost his goal all of a sudden and fell into a stupor. The blade stabbed out from the side, breaking through the snow curtain and taking Zhang Yue's temple directly. The knife is very straight, and this has not changed from beginning to end, so each knife pierced by the sword teeth has an indomitable momentum. That kind of resoluteness makes it difficult to dodge.

Zhang Yue never thought of dodging, and the moment the blade appeared, the sword in his hand was already in place. It's still a yang sword, and it's still a rung. Simple and neat, without the slightest superfluous movement. The swords collided, the air waves churned, and the ground was instantly cleared out of an open space, without the slightest snow, not even smoke and dust.

Zhang Yue and Jianya stood in the middle of the court, still maintaining an offensive and defensive posture. After a while, Zhang Yue put away his sword and stood up, and the sword teeth quickly retreated, his murderous aura unabated, and he might pounce and bite at any time.

Sword Fang said coldly, "Why don't you attack?" ”

Zhang Yue thought about it, waved her hand, and simply withdrew the Yin Sword in her right hand, and only Yang Yi was used in the two ceremonies, and the original black eyes and white pupils were completely covered with white light. "I'm originally a play support, I can't output, just watch the fight." Zhang Yue gave up the attack, and in this state, he only had the ability to purify his soul and guard.

"You look down on me?" The sword teeth gritted their teeth, and bloody gas wafted out. He slashed his knife and rushed at it quickly, his figure gradually separating along the way. One, two, three...... When the sword teeth approached Zhang Yue's body, there were already nine sword teeth, surrounding Zhang Yue from nine different directions.

Zhang Yue casually skimmed, turned to the back, and pressed the Yang Sword down, just in time to meet the bottom-up attack of this sword tooth. Rumble! With a loud bang, Zhang Yue seemed to be overwhelmed, the sword in his hand was raised upward, and his whole person seemed to be out of balance, falling to the side. But this direction is too coincidental. For once again his sword met the top-down slash of the sword fangs.

In the encirclement of the sword teeth, Zhang Yue swayed back and forth, and the sword in his hand was about to be taken off several times, but he was held in the end, and the attacks of the nine sword teeth were blocked one by one. When Zhang Yue stood firm, his yang sword stood upright, and collided with the knife that slashed horizontally from the sword teeth, this time Zhang Yue did not shake again, but stood motionless, letting the murderous aura pour out, he was as calm as a mountain, standing still.

"Do you know why I was able to block it?" Zhang Yue withdrew his sword, hung it down casually, and said.

The sword tooth gasped, but he didn't rest at all, and slashed with his sword, so fast that he couldn't even see the light of the sword, as if at that moment, the knife disappeared. But Zhang Yue could see it, and she could see it very clearly. Therefore, his sword is always waiting to be attacked, rather than actively meeting it.

Jingle ......

The sound of a dense crash resounded in the gym. Zhang Yue's footsteps swayed lightly, as if she was dancing to the beat of a drum, and every swing of the sword in her hand would stir up a string of sparks. His movements were slow, but he was able to keep up with the sword fangs attacking at full speed.

The speed of the sword tooth slowed down, and the hand holding the sword trembled, so that his attack was no longer so straight, but skewed. The sword fang tried his best to cut out, and it was supposed to stab Zhang Yue's heart directly, but it stopped in front of Zhang Yue's chest, only piercing Zhang Yue's black windbreaker.

"Tsk, I like this outfit a lot, but it's a pity." Zhang Yue didn't even have a defensive posture, the hand holding the sword naturally drooped, and he just stood like this. But the tip of the sword didn't hurt him. Zhang Yue said: "I forgot how long my knife was, relying on instinctive attacks, it is impossible to hurt me, you should wake up." ”

Jianya was stunned, and froze for a while.

Zhang Yue's hand shook, and the long sword shook, turning into a white flame of light, exuding soft power. "Yang ritual, soul crossing, purification!" Zhang Yue held the knife that was surrounded by evil energy. The light and the evil qi collided, as if two completely opposite forces were striking each other.

Poof!

Zhang Yue's hand was torn apart, and blood spilled from the cracked wound, and then quickly annihilated in the light flames.

"Isn't this self-harming?" Zhang Yue secretly smiled bitterly in her heart, but the hand that held the knife tightly did not relax at all, but the tighter the grip, the white light flame also became surging, and swept away along the blade towards the sword tooth.

……

Yan Xi sat on the threshold of the entrance of the gym, turned on the video on her mobile phone, pointed the camera at the two people in front of her who were stalemate, and said, "Does Stay Moon have masochistic tendencies?" ”

In another city, the nurse was holding her head and looking at the computer screen, and Yan Xi's voice came out of the stereo, accompanied by some noise. The nurse scratched her head and said, "Who knows? The evil aura of the knife has been fused with the soul of this guy who doesn't know what teeth are, and if you want to get rid of the murderous aura without hurting people, you can only use the yang ritual. ”

"What happens if you use the Yin ritual?"

"Huh? If it is heavy, the soul will be scattered, and if it is light, it will be ...... Become a vegetative person. No matter what, Zhang Yue didn't want to see it. ”

Yan Xi nodded, said no more, and continued to watch the battle.

The white flame of light had already enveloped the whole person of the sword fang, and it became more and more turbulent, as if it was about to burn the sword tooth to ashes, but in fact, this light flame did not cause any damage to the sword tooth. Zhang Yue herself, who is really suffering.

Evil qi poured towards Zhang Yue like a torrent, one after another, wanting to destroy his body and erode his soul. The wound began to spread from Zhang Yue's hand, and gradually spread to the entire arm, the blood vessels cracked, and the blood flowed out like crazy. The hand began to spasm, numb, and the pain was no longer so noticeable to him. At this time, Zhang Yue began to crave pain, because at least it would not make him unconscious.

Zhang Yue unconsciously clenched a little tighter, and the white flame burned more and more vigorously, gradually seeping into Jian Fang's body, like a hand that wanted to penetrate deep into his soul and pull out something that should not belong to him.

"Let me go!" Zhang Yue's face was a little hideous, and red insects suddenly climbed on his face, and if you look closely, they are actually bursting blood vessels. "Let it go!!" Zhang Yue raised her foot and put one foot on the lower abdomen of the sword tooth, and the strength kicked the belly of the sword tooth into it.

With a muffled bang, Jianya flew backwards and hit a wall of the gym, where he was buried in a pile of rubble, and he didn't know how many bones were broken. And where he had stood, the white flames were still burning.

A blood-colored phantom struggled and roared in the white flames, and finally fled into the katana. Zhang Yue coughed up a mouthful of blood and shook it violently, wanting to shake the knife away, but found that her hand did not obey her at all. This hand seems to be a little reluctant to use this knife!

Zhang Yue swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her expression was a little unnatural, and even the white flames that were originally burning began to become weak.

Yan Xi took the mobile phone, rarely became serious, and said in a deep voice: "Nurse, I am not very good at the soul, please tell me, Zhang Yue is demonizing now?" ”

The nurse no longer looked lazy, but involuntarily sat up straight and said: "Incomplete demonization, simply put, is still saved." However, the only one who can save him is himself. ”

"Why? Didn't you also learn black and white pupils? Yan Xi was a little anxious.

The nurse sighed, "You forgot? He's a true soul. The purest soul, that is, a blank slate. If the dust is not clean, then it naturally has great power. But if the whole paper is painted black, I don't have the ability to wash it white. So, he had no choice but to save himself. This is also his chance to prove his own kendo to us. Countless killings rang in Zhang Yue's ears, one after another, just like the blood-red aura, surging towards him wave after wave. The white light flame was extinguished, and the white light in the eyes gradually faded, and the black and white pupils were forcibly cracked. This is the first time that Zhang Yue's black and white pupils have been broken after learning black and white pupils.

The moment when the white flame is extinguished. Yan Xi thought that he could see how Zhang Yue was doing, but what appeared in front of him was also a bloody person who was drowned in blood, and he couldn't see Zhang Yue's appearance at all. Yan Xi's expression changed slightly, and she smiled bitterly: "This... Is it Zhang Yue? ”

In front of the computer screen, the nurse's hand supporting her head suddenly loosened, and her whole head slammed on the computer table, "This... Xiaoxi, what kind of knife did you encounter? Black and white pupils are broken? You're not going to play big, are you? ”

Yan Xi pursed his lips and said, "Who played?" Don't worry, I'm in control, probably. ”

"Probably?"

......

Zhang Yue stood in the snow, her phone still clutching the cursed knife. His black and white pupils were invalid, and even his soul power shrank into the spiritual world power, and he didn't dare to move. Zhang Yue couldn't see anything all of a sudden, like a blind man groping in the dark.

"Where is this?"

"Doll, where are you?"

Zhang Yue shouted in his heart, but no one responded to him. Even his true soul, the little doll he had gone through countless reincarnations to find, had not been heard from. Zhang Yue began to panic, and his groping steps stopped, he didn't dare to go, he always felt that if he continued to walk, he might encounter a scene that he never wanted to encounter in his life.

Zhang Yue stopped, standing still, he looked at the darkness around him, surprisingly calm. The seductive voice was still echoing in my ears, "Kill!" Kill! Kill! This made Zhang Yue very irritable. He felt like a hand was knocking on the door of his heart, trying to pull out all the hidden shadows inside.

Zhang Yue has always been a person who is good at hiding emotions, in the eyes of outsiders, he is like an ordinary fallen leaf in a pile of dead leaves, with no past, no emotion, no expression. But in reality, he didn't have it, he just never showed it. The door of his heart was always closed, never fully opened. Maybe some people can peek through the crack in the door to get a glimpse of his past experience, but only a little.

The anger is endless, and there is no sound of "killing" stopping. Zhang Yue plucked her ears and was a little impatient: "If you keep talking like this, I'm going to fall asleep."

The words fell, and there was a sudden silence around them. Zhang Yue smiled playfully, stretched his waist, and sat down in the dark, looking at this, if he felt tired, he might lie down directly, and then sleep beautifully. It's hard to understand, but at some point, it's surprisingly useful.

Zhang Yue crossed her legs together and said with a smile: "I have experienced a more collapsed illusion, and it is a little darker here, which makes me feel good."

Laugh at!

The sudden sound, the darkness cut, and a clear and transparent light came to the face, which was the light of the knife, cutting off people's heads and killing people. That kind of real murderous aura is not fake, it is a real killing knife. But this light is not fast, on the contrary, it is a little slow.

Zhang Yue looked at this light without the slightest movement, as if she was waiting for this light, this knife to kill herself. In front of him, I don't know when there was an extra knife. He only had to stretch out his hand a little to pick up the knife and slash at the oncoming knife light, he had enough time to do this, but he still didn't move, his expression was calm, and he even looked a little sluggish, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sword light is getting closer and closer, and it is getting faster and faster, and suddenly, it seems that the distance of space has shortened in an instant, and the knife light is close to the eyes. Zhang Yue moved, he stretched out his hand, not to pick up the knife, but to grab the knife light. Just like at that time, he did not hesitate to hold the knife of the sword tooth.

The darkness melted, and drops of spring rain fell, washing away the dark world. The sound of the dripping rain was a little cold, and there was a hint of blood. Zhang Yue looked at his feet, and there was a pool of blood, washed by the rain, gradually fading.

Where did the blood come from?

Zhang Yue was puzzled in her heart, and suddenly felt a pain in her lower abdomen. A katana, drawn from his body, brought with it a puddle of blood, and the blade slashed through his palm, nearly cutting his hand off as well. Zhang Yue's body shook for a while, his consciousness was a little erratic, and he couldn't even concentrate, and the world in front of him became blurry, as if the rain was heavy and the rain curtain was thick.

"So direct?" Zhang Yue smiled bitterly and fell to the ground weakly. He reached out to grab something, but his hand was almost cut by the blade, and there was still strength to open it. He collapsed in a pool of blood, smelling the thick smell of blood. The smell is very choking, but after smelling it for a long time, it seems to be a little sweet.

A samurai dragged a katana and walked in the rain, his expression was cold, and the sword in his hand naturally drooped and was constantly bleeding. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, washing the blood from the knife, but no matter how it was washed, the blood kept flowing, forming a bloody path on the ground. The samurai are like demons walking on the path of blood, and the road is full of corpses. The samurai couldn't remember their names, but he knew that he had killed them.

......

Yan Xi sat on the threshold, playing with her mobile phone, looking up at Zhang Yue from time to time, and then lowered silently and continued the game. Suddenly, an invitation to video chat pops up and aborts her game. In the past, she would scold and turn it off and continue playing, but this time, she accepted the invitation.

On the other side of the video is the nurse's calm face.

"Found?" Yan Xi asked.

The nurse nodded and said, "I saw the photo you sent, and this knife seems to be village rain."

"Village rain? Isn't that just a legend? Yan Xi looked up at the knife that Zhang Yue was holding, the clear and translucent blade reflected the light, and it was really like a spring rain washed.

"Legend has it that Murayu is a demon knife that has killed more than 100 people, and the knife has left the grievances of those dead, and these grievances have gathered into a murderous aura, and if Zhang Yue has not become a murderer, you should be happy, now it depends on whether he can get through it. Xiaoxi, I want to ask you a serious question, if Zhang Yue really ......" The nurse said in a solemn tone, even with some questioning meaning.

Yan Xi smiled: "Isn't that guy advocating pacifism?" How could he become a murderer? If he really can't do it, what should he do, do you have an opinion? ”

In front of the computer, the nurse fell silent.

……

Zhang Yue felt a lot of pain, at first it was just the wounds in his lower abdomen and palms, but as time went on, the pain began to spread throughout his body, eroding every cell in his body. Not only that, but the feeling of death became clearer and clearer, and he felt that he was only one foot away from the ghost gate, and he could step into it at any time.

"I'm going to die? So fast? Zhang Yue smiled bitterly in her heart, but her face was a frozen expression, her eyes were prominent, tears and snot were flowing all over her face, and there were still red blood stains on the side of her mouth, and that face was not his face. The rain gathered on the ground into small puddles, and Zhang Yue's face was lying in the puddle, and a shadow was reflected on the water, and this shadow looked like Zhang Yue.

The shadow looked up at the miserable face with a hint of doubt in his expression, and then quickly regained his composure. Zhang Yue thought to herself: Even if I die, how can I die so ugly? This person is not me at all. Not me.

The self-hypnotic thought actually worked, the pain was disappearing, and even the ghost door that was constantly approaching collapsed with a bang. Zhang Yue crawled out of the water, soaking wet, it should be rain, but it was filled with the smell of blood.

Zhang Yue stepped on the bloody road and rushed forward, in his consciousness, he vaguely saw a back, Xiao Suo was desperate, which made people pity.

The sword light was accompanied by splashes of blood, jumping in prison, tirelessly, aimlessly, anyway, it was to bloom on the fragile body of the person, like a two-color epiphany. The blooming of this flower also means the withering of many flowers of life. I don't know how many two-color flowers have bloomed to leave the corpses along the way.

Zhang Yue caught up, but only watched a poignant scene of flowers blooming and falling. He clenched his fists and rushed forward, without hesitation, he raised his fist and struck. He was greeted by a blade, sharp and sharp, without the slightest hand. The knife wind cut Zhang Yue's neck, almost making his head fall to the ground.

At the critical moment, he stepped back, dodged the deadly attack, and kicked hard with his body unbalanced. The samurai jumped away easily, and then quickly stepped forward, slashing out again, catching up with Zhang Yue, who had not yet been able to stand up.

Whew!

The black trench coat was cut out, and the crumbs flew around. Zhang Yue simply didn't adjust his body shape and fell directly to the ground, which reduced the area he could attack. When he landed, he rolled a few laps in the water in a bit of embarrassment, and distanced himself from the red-eyed samurai.

Zhang Yue jumped up and made a defensive posture. The samurai also slew his sword in hand, his scarlet eyes staring at him, sending a chill down his spine. Even so, Zhang Yue still remained calm, without his black and white pupils and true soul, he could only rely on himself.

He remembered what his nurse said to him during training: "The most important thing on the battlefield is not the head, not the assist, but survival." In reality, there are no resurrection coins, and all your achievements will be meaningless if you die once, so the most important thing is to survive. You can even do whatever it takes to get this."

So what's the best way to save your life right now?

Escape!

Zhang Yue, who had an idea, didn't think about it, turned around and ran, the knife light chased him, and a hole was opened behind his windbreaker, and a cool breeze poured in from behind, even the sweater he was wearing couldn't stop it, and it directly penetrated into his skin.

"Hiss......" Zhang Yue took a deep breath and ran faster. The rain continued to fall, fluttering and sprinkling, trying to wash away the filth of the world, but let the blood spread all over the ground without limit, but stained the world red.

Zhang Yue ran in the rain in embarrassment, with the knife light behind him, grazing his back every time, leaving a cut on his clothes. Zhang Yue pounced, grabbed a knife and threw it back, his body fell backwards with this force, and rolled on the ground several times.

The thrown knife didn't pose much of a threat, but the samurai reversed the direction of the attack. The knife flashed, and the knife that Zhang Yue flew out was broken in half, and the break was neat and smooth, like a mirror. Zhang Yue didn't look at what was going on behind, he just wanted to escape, and when the broken knife landed, the others had already run away.