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If the arrow off the string is easy to come out, it is difficult to receive.

Qin Cang, who replaced people's hearts with sword hearts, would no longer have so many concerns, a sword is a sword, but if you don't kill someone, you must drink blood!

Only the pouring of blood is the best transformation of the sword body from mutilated to complete.

As for man, in the same situation, he may not be as complete as a sword.

But it didn't make much of a difference.

At least for Qin Cang at this moment, it won't have any impact.

Because he's gotten used to too many mutilations along the way.

Saving the broken sword flower.

See mutilated dreams.

Listen to the mutilated piano music.

Touching the broken heart.

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He doesn't believe in perfection.

But he always uses the ideal perfection as a mirror to reflect the flaws in himself and others.

When these flaws add up to a certain level, he will not become a person who no longer believes in light because he has seen too much darkness.

On the contrary, he will improve.

Progress in a way that is unimaginable to ordinary people!

At this moment, this sudden sword was not only his pre-planned plan, but also his temporary intention.

However, no matter which way you interpret it, his sword moves are not perfect.

There are always flaws in imperfections.

His sword at the moment could not escape this.

His sword speed is blazing fast!

His sword is extremely strong!

His sword is a first-class killing weapon.

But his sword stabbed only to attack, not to defend.

He didn't seem to leave himself a way out, and after a sword stabbed out, no matter whether Yu Feixian lived or died, won or lost, he would have no other backhand.

If he had the intention of killing Concubine Yu on this trip, and spared no effort to stab out a sword as the dividing line between life and death, there would be nothing wrong with it, but he would have reached the supreme wonderful realm of transcending life and death with a sword and not being bound.

But after he saw her, he had already made it clear that he wanted to get something like that.

He was still the same as before, and he had no intention of actually harvesting her life.

Doing it with her, it's just that she doesn't cooperate, and he needs to find the answer himself.

Murderous intent is not here.

Therefore, no matter how fast his sword speed is, how strong the momentum is, the flaws are always too obvious, not to mention the rain concubine string, if he is replaced by other Dao Realm powerhouses whose cultivation is even lower, there will be four or five percent chance of dodging the attack of this sword, and waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

So this move is undoubtedly a big taboo!

The rain concubine string who saw through the doorway was naturally unexpected.

I don't know whether to be surprised or happy.

It seems that no matter how much identity this man has, he will always retain a bit of the characteristics of a qin demon.

Piano Demon, Love Demon.

Love is obsession.

Lingering obsession.

A heinous big devil, after experiencing a singable and crying love, the account about him can no longer be all black.

The good deed person will understand such a relationship from a unique perspective, and use the word "love" to explain all kinds of black spots on his body.

In this way, things that would never have been forgiven may become excusable.

She'd seen such a "lucky" demon.

I've seen people who are so "interesting".

Does this reversal count as reversing black and white, confusing the public, and stealing concepts...... She never looked into it.

Because no matter whether it is the demon or the person, there is not much intersection and involvement with her.

What is implicated is the man in front of him who not only draws his sword at her, but also throws his sword at her.

He is both a man and a demon.

But it's different from that kind of person, it's different from that kind of demon.

She didn't think he was heinous.

Everything she has found so far about what he does is based on the most basic interests, and in the real world without fairy tales, his style of doing things is really not worth criticizing.

Of course, she didn't think that anyone would have the qualifications to stand on the moral high ground and criticize him.

On the contrary, what he did seemed to be reasonable enough.

If you can hurt someone, you don't kill someone.

If you can kill, you don't torture people.

What Jianfeng refers to is not necessarily because of any hatred and strife, but perhaps simply because of differences in positions and conflicts of interest.

Today's situation is precisely the latter.

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Sonorous bang.

The sword roared through the air.

There was also the sound of blood dripping.

She held the sword in one hand, allowing the sword qi to cut through her delicate skin like cutting paper, and the five knuckles were deeply inlaid with five sword marks, and while the red blood was oozing out, it seemed that the chains that could not be broken away trapped his sword.

But she knew she couldn't trap his people.

Sure enough, in the next moment, his other palm attacked her lower abdomen with the momentum of the waves crashing on the shore.

It's a trick that makes sense, but doesn't come with warning.

Because after the sword was stabbed, his qi was as if he had been fully restrained, and he had no intention of launching a follow-up move.

It's too much like the art of war.

Yu Feixian felt that this was more like another "temporary idea" of his.

Equally blazing fast.

Equally strong momentum.

There was no trace of killing intent.

Her wrist shook slightly, her left arm wrapped around her waist, twisting flexibly like a water snake, and with her upper body technique, she quickly intercepted Qin Cang's palm sideways on the basis of maintaining the posture of holding the sword.

The price paid is that the meridians are broken and the blood is reflowed.

That's the price she could have avoided.

As long as she uses all her strength.

However, in a battle where even the initiator is not fully engrossed, what is the point of her suddenly turning against the guest?

People like him and her are no longer victorious for the sake of victory, and they kill for the sake of killing.

There must be a reason for everything.

Where there is a cause, there must be an effect.

Even if the cause and effect are so complex that it is difficult for people inside and outside to understand.

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"You don't use all your strength?"

The locked sword was gathering sword energy.

The amputated hand is stacking the palm force.

The speed of Yu Feixian's blood flow became faster and faster, and her face gradually turned pale.

However, when she heard Qin Cang's question, she couldn't help laughing.

"You haven't even used your real skills, I took the lead in doing my best, aren't you growing the morale of others to destroy your own prestige?"

Qin Cang said: "But you should at least exert the same strength as me at this moment, instead of showing weakness to the enemy." I don't deny that it might be a good tactic, but I'm sure it won't work for me. ”

Yu Feixian said: "I don't think I'm weak now. ”

Qin Cang said in a deep voice: "Unless you can be strong enough to suppress me, or retreat in my hands, it will be a sign of weakness." ”

Yu Feixian looked at him, smiled when the blood did not stop, and said: "I won't retreat so easily, and I believe you won't either, because you still have to find the answer in me, and you who take the lead and don't need to take the lead except to defeat my body and mind, at this moment, there is no way out." ”

Before the words fell, the green silk on the head of the rain concubine string immediately grew like a jungle vine, from inch to ruler, from ruler to zhang, it was as light as snow, as fast as electricity, and as sharp as a sword, if it weren't for Qin Cang's quick reaction, the blade of the sword rotated, and the spiral air flow loosened the shackles of Yu Feixian's palm, and then launched a ghost step to retreat to ten zhang away, and the next moment Yu Feixian's hair hit not only his void afterimage.

Qin Cang, who avoided this move in time, first nodded silently, then shook his head again, and said, "A method worthy of appreciation, but what I want to see most is not it." ”

She bowed her head back, not surprised.

In fact, she was also quite excited to see how he would react and evaluate such a scene.

Frozen in place, her palms were dripping blood, and there was not a single place around her that was not stained with crimson.

But just like two years ago, when she had just repelled Chu Zhongkuo and had not recovered from her serious injuries, she still stayed on this mountain, sitting alone with a pot of tea in her hand among the camellias, forcibly supporting her, waiting for his soul to return.

There is blood, but it does not affect the surrounding tea fragrance and this landscape.

The strong smell of blood does not dissipate on its own, something like this happens, it can only be masked by something else.

Her body fragrance is partly the reason, but not the vast majority.

Flower.

Grass.

Mountain.

Water.

......

It was as if everywhere she could see, everything would be quite cooperative, consciously covering up the blood for her.

Not really.

She can be the master of the landscape, but she will not be the initiative.

Only by relying on the natural power of mountains and rivers can she create dreams in the world and enjoy the smoke and rain in dreams.

The mountain at her feet doesn't need to be said.

The magnificence is lacking, but the camellia planted here happens to make up for it on another level with spirituality.

The concern is water.

The only stream in the mountains became the key to Chu Zhong's injury and immortality two years ago, and after being used by his Tianxuan Imperial Water Technique and turned into his nutrients, it quickly dried up, and now, there are only some gravel of different sizes left.

The wild camellias, which are still growing tenaciously and eventually blooming without careful care, are also related to water.

They are like immortals, turning the morning dew and the moisture under the soil into water resources that can be absorbed and utilized.

However, if the rain concubine intervenes and uses the hidden power of the water system to launch the true scripture of mountains, rivers, smoke and rain, the flowers and landslides will undoubtedly be the inevitable result.

If you hurt the enemy by 1,000 and lose 800, you can consider doing it.

On the other hand, it would be unwise to injure 800 enemies and 1,000 to themselves.

After hesitating for a while, she finally set her sights on the well near the top of the mountain.

The well is a dry well, and there is no water source underneath.

But when the dead wood is still in spring, how can the dry well not be reborn?

Her palms, which are as beautiful as white jade, have touched too much death so far, and now she has to do the opposite, from death to life, to create the most unique landscape and smoke for the man in front of her.

The mountains splashed with ink, the freehand clouds, and the blank sky.

In the black, white and gray, the rain concubine string in a tight-fitting fox fur suddenly gathered all the brightness, and the blood flowing from her palms suddenly no longer drooped downward, but spread into a blood mist, blending into her seal.

Rao is like this, and the aura she exudes is not like a demon who has been killed for a long time, but like a happy girl who has been full of vitality because of the spring solstice.

At some point, a layer of moss quietly grew on the red ground stained with her blood, exuding the clear spirit of the mountain, as if it was a part of the green mountain.

Green with red.

Purple in red.

It seems that between the green and greenery, there are one or two red mud walls, and there are large purple bamboo forests in the walls.

Every place is a manifestation of life.

At that time, the clouds in the sky moved, coming and going.

Yunlai Mountain is better, and Yungo Mountain is picturesque.

The mountains are bright because of the clouds, and the clouds are high and the mountains are high.

In the line of splashing ink, there is suddenly the sound of gurgling water singing in unison.

Just like dead wood in spring.

It is the dry well that is reborn.

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