A sword stab!

The world is gone. Everything www.biquge.info the pen and the fun and the pavilion were melted into an empty and deep darkness. And that sword light is the only one in the world.

Blazing bright, intimidating, fearless to fight the world on its own.

At that moment, Lu Qiming couldn't say what he felt in his heart, but he tried his best to keep his eyes open, unwilling to miss the last or even the shortest moment.

Because that's his own sword!

It was the sword he had lost.

"So you're ......!"

He heard someone in the chaos whispering the same sentence over and over again, with a sense of suffocation, suffocation, and deeper fear—so strange that it was barely audible. The man was about to say the latter word several times, but he did not say it until the end because of the extremely repressed taboo.

Lu Qiming couldn't see that person's face clearly, and he couldn't remember what happened before, but he intuitively knew in his heart that it was Cheng Yuan.

In the next moment, a thin, cold blade pierced through him.

But there was no red blood in sight. Lu Qiming couldn't understand what was happening for a while-such a flawless sword intent, just like his peak self back then-how could such a sword pass through his chest without injury?

However, Lu Qiming quickly understood, because he felt a coldness and weakness from the deepest part of his soul. Without experience or teaching, he knew that it was destruction from the source.

If this continues, he will soon die.

For no reason, Lu Qiming realized that his mood was surprisingly calm.

Many years ago, he strangled his sword with his own hands, but he died from it as well. It's like Cheng Yuan created him, but in the end destroyed him again.

If something originates at its origin and then disappears, is it the same as nothing?

Lu Qiming suddenly wanted to laugh, and then was overwhelmed by the boundless darkness.

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Lu Qiming suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed suddenly, subconsciously raised his hand and pressed his chest, and found that the sky was already slightly bright.

The air inside and outside the house is very clean.

When Lu Qiming looked at the window lattice blankly, it was difficult to make out the obvious beams of light, only the soft and quiet light was evenly diffused, silently proving that this ordinary morning was uneventful.

He calmed his breath for a moment, and slowly lowered his hand, only then did he remember that this was the seventh day of entering the ancient battlefield, and that it was just a dream.

Though...... Somewhat realistic.

The cold, empty feeling in his chest had not yet completely dissipated. Lu Qiming didn't care, but when he recalled the sentence repeated obsessively in his dream, he couldn't help but smile.

People say that they think about it every day and dream about it at night. Lu Qiming thought that he didn't care much about what he said to Shiren, but he didn't expect that he had such a dream last night, and he saw that his heart cultivation skills were not very good.

Calculating the time, it was about half an hour earlier than usual. Lu Qiming simply got up and dressed, and prepared to go to the morning market for a walk later to find some snacks that he had been absent for a long time.

In the earliest small mountain villages, or in the wild a few days ago, the experience is not obvious. When you arrive at the current Yong'an City, which is quite prosperous, you can see that the details of the buildings, clothing and food are the same as Lu Qiming's previous world.

Now that time and space have changed, being able to see familiar scenes on the ancient battlefield again is also a very special experience for Lu Qiming. Yesterday evening, Lu Qiming brought the team of the martial arts academy into this Yong'an City, although it was indeed necessary to let the group of children rest and rectify, but there was also some meaning of "using power for personal gain".

Just thinking about it, Lu Qiming occasionally turned his head sideways, and saw Han Bingkun reappear again at some point, sitting neatly on the chair, looking at him faintly.

――Actually, Han Bingkun has no physical body now, so naturally he doesn't care about the posture of "sitting". Lu Qiming knew that he was just showing seriousness.

However, although he understood, Lu Qiming didn't want to pay attention to it at this time.

Han Bingkun is now in the Youquan Mirror, and the Youquan Mirror is on Lu Qiming, so the two of them have not looked up recently, and they are inseparable day and night, often when Lu Qiming raises his eyes when he thinks about things, he sees Han Bingkun floating out, Han Bingkun floating out again when refining things, and Han Bingkun floating out again when deducing the terrain......

And so it goes.

When he first started helping Han Bingkun, Lu Qiming didn't think much about it, and after a long time - I have to say this situation - it was quite helpless.

As a result, even people who are as polite as Lu Qiming are difficult to insist on daily polite greetings. Not to mention that he didn't sleep well last night, which is affecting his mood. At this time, seeing Han Bingkun's worried expression, Lu Qiming felt a little big, so he had to pretend to be serious and hang up the jade pendant first.

Han Bingkun really asked, "Are you okay?"

"What can it be," Lu Qiming sighed and said with a smile: "Could it be that I said something amazing in my dreams?"

"Not really. Han Bingkun denied it and said, "But you made such a big move, I don't think you can do it if you don't see it." ”

Lu Qiming was stunned and said, "What is the movement?"

"Spiritual power fluctuations," Han Bingkun raised his eyebrows and looked at him, and said, "If I hadn't pressed it, where would this house still be now?"

Lu Qiming couldn't help but be a little embarrassed when he heard it, but after thinking about it, he didn't feel that there was anything in the dream before, so he casually explained: "...... It's pretty much the same - but it's not me who kills someone else, but someone else who kills me, using my own sword, which is really unlucky...... Well, and then died and woke up. ”

"Did you say that about yourself!" Han Bingkun was speechless when he heard this, and for a while there was no serious atmosphere, and he almost forgot what he wanted to say next.

- Luckily, I remembered it again.

Han Bingkun replied and said, "I just think that it is difficult for this kind of thing to happen to you when your spiritual power is out of control," and," after a pause, he hesitated and said, "I feel that the fluctuation of your spiritual power just now is a bit like divination." ”

"Divination ......" Lu Qiming repeated, and did not rush to deny it.

After a moment of silence, he turned his wrist, took out five copper coins, and said, "I'll try again." ”

Han Bingkun nodded. He also knew that Lu Qiming's divination would always be empty.

Lu Qiming stood still for a moment, his eyes closed slightly, and he suddenly threw the five copper coins into the air gently, bringing up a subtle mystical trajectory.

However, the next moment, even if everything was as usual, the copper coin seemed to be interfered with by some unknown force, and collided in mid-air against common sense, and scattered on the ground with a ding-dong dong.

Lu Qiming flicked his sleeves and took back the copper coin, and said, "It's still the same." ”

Han Bingkun's expression gradually eased, and he smiled: "Maybe I sensed it wrong...... It's you after all. ”

"Let's take a look at it again. Lu Qiming also nodded, but he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, if that is the case, does the matter of "divination" have a more special significance?

This thought flashed through Lu Qiming's mind, and he couldn't think of an answer.

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