When the snow was falling heavily in Momoyama, there was still a clear and open sky above the Spirit Lake of the Ancient Battlefield. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info For the young people of Zhongwu, this should be an ordinary day.

The blue sky and the white sun can always inexplicably give people confidence - at the moment when the earth shakes and the mountains shake, no one even feels fear, at most they withdraw their minds from cultivation in disbelief, and then look at the hanging mirror hanging in the air above the protective array.

In the mirror, it is reflected that it is what is happening in the valley outside at this time.

The mountains were full of cultivators, roaring and hurrying to the front from afar. Those people all had red faces, and their fierce light was exposed, and they were arrayed in a siege posture, and the monstrous killing intent inside was almost condensed into a blood mist visible to the naked eye!

-- But when they saw all this, they only felt more confused. More and more people turned their eyes to Lu Qiming, subconsciously he can always answer all unknown things, and this time must be no exception.

The chaotic air current, the explosion of the sky-the formation clearly separated everything, and this small piece of clean land was reserved around him, but like the lightning flashed, Lu Qiming suddenly had the illusion that he was in the center of that chaos.

After a moment of trance, Lu Qiming realized that the expressions of the people around him were different.

Many people are asking, "What's going on over there?" and "What are they chasing?" and some even laughed out loud, "What kind of nerves are that group of people going on, are they evil?"

But no one said......

Lu Qiming rubbed his thumb on his left hand and raised his head slightly. The light passed through his eyelashes, casting a thin layer of shadow under his eyelids, adding a strange calm.

"That's not right," Princess Anlan beside her frowned, and said, "No one can fool so many people at once, you ......"

She paused slightly as she looked at the young man, and continued, "What's wrong?"

Lu Qiming asked her first: "What do you see?"

Princess An Lan hesitated for a moment and said, "There is nothing, what is surrounded in the center is a clearing...... What about you?" asked the last two words, subconsciously, her voice was already low.

Lu Qiming glanced at her, and then said, "I." ”

For a moment, Princess An Lan didn't even hear what he was saying, she only felt that she was hallucinating—seeing the young man's pupils in front of her change in the light, just like the gates of the palace city were retreating and locked, turning from clear and translucent to dark in the middle of the night.

After being taken aback, Princess An Lan came back to her senses and looked again, but it was still his usual faint smile, without any emotion.

Princess An Lan just had time to recall the word "I" she heard, and she was going to continue to wait for Lu Qiming to follow, but she didn't-she was stunned, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her face suddenly lost blood-

Lu Qiming said that he saw "me", and that was ......!

The roar in the distance exploded all over the world like fireworks, but the woman felt that all the sounds were far away from her for a moment, and before her consciousness could react, she had suddenly stepped forward and tried to grab the young man's wrist, and lost her voice-

......

However, Lu Qiming couldn't hear what she had to say.

Before Princess An Lan spoke, before her fingertips touched, when many people's swords swung halfway, when the sky attacked like thousands of arrows, the aftermath of spiritual power caused the curtain to stir up layers of ripples on the surface of the lake.

The world has stopped at this moment.

Lu Qiming turned his head and looked seriously at the black-robed young man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

The boy was looking at him curiously, too.

The two men stood facing each other, just looking at each other and not saying a word.

There are still positive and negative reflections in the mirror, but the two of them are exactly the same, not the slightest difference, and no one can tell any difference.

Unfortunately, no one but themselves could see this miraculous scene.

Lu Qiming paused for a moment and sighed lightly: "Cheng Yuan." ”

"I've been looking forward to this day all along," Cheng Yuan said with a slightly hooked corner of his lips, and said in a somewhat peculiar tone: "Lu Qiming." ”

Lu Qiming glanced at the condensed time and space around him, smiled meaningfully, and asked, "Why don't you do it directly?"

"It's the first time you have officially met, aren't you going to have a good chat?" Cheng Yuan asked with a smile and said, "Look, even if I am framed so badly by you, I am not angry at all." ”

Lu Qiming shook his head and said, "Between you and me, there is no need to laugh." ”

Cheng Yuan was silent for a moment and said, "That's right." ”

He flicked the corner of his clothes, and the blood-stained placket was as clean as new, and the wounds around his body were instantly healed, as if the previous thing that had been hunted down had never really happened.

Lu Qiming watched him move coldly and did not speak.

"It's so calm," Cheng Yuan smiled even deeper, raised his hand to touch the face that was exactly the same as himself, and leaned closer: "Is it because you have already figured out your situation?"

Lu Qiming said: "That's right. You are a god, and I am only a mortal, and certainly have no power to sway your decisions. ”

Although he said this, he pulled Cheng Yuan's hand down and pressed it back into place with an unchanged expression, and he didn't see any scruples.

Between the fingers is an empty and isolated sense of touch, not a warm limb. Every time the distance between the two of them changed, the surrounding time and space would continue to undergo subtle distortions, like layers of transparent water waves.

Lu Qiming also learned this after Cheng Yuan appeared, it turned out that the time and space would produce a strange change that only surrounded them when the two of them were close, making the two of them always in different time and space - so ordinary people could never observe the two of them at the same time, even if they were standing face to face. Just like just now, the crowd chasing Cheng Yuan couldn't see the existence of Lu Qiming nearby, and the people around Lu Qiming couldn't perceive Cheng Yuan who appeared later.

Similarly, Lu Qiming and Cheng Yuan will not really touch each other. There is a distorted barrier of time and space between them, and those movements are only what they seem.

“...... So," Lu Qiming was a little relieved, and said, "You can only kill me under the pretense of someone else's hand." ”

Cheng Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything to be happy about?"

Lu Qiming replied flatly: "It's probably the difference between 'dead' and 'there is still a glimmer of hope'?"

"Or," Cheng Yuan's smile widened, and he said leisurely, "Is there a difference between whether there is excitement or not." ”

With that, a regular golden thread suddenly flashed in the space, silently grabbing Princess Anlan's slender and white neck.

Lu Qiming's pupils shrank slightly.

Princess Anlan still maintained a posture of leaning forward slightly, her right hand was reaching out to him, with anxiety between her eyebrows, and the words that she had time to say in the future were frozen in the same moment as the whole world. Cheng Yuan lightly hooked his index finger with the gold thread -

Piercing blood spurted out, splashing on his face like cold rain, and Lu Qiming remembered that the body temperature of the dragon race was lower than that of the human race. The woman's beautiful head slowly slid down and fell to the ground, stained with dust.