this night.

Zheng Xiu used new tricks.

Fengbei was moved.

The two fought all night.

Day 3.

The night is cool.

The snow was falling.

The dead trees at the bottom of the mountain are covered with crystal clear ice flowers.

The cold wind howled, like a sharp knife sweeping, and like a ghost crying.

The boy arrived as promised, spread his wings and flew high, and fell with a knife.

Fengbei was still sitting in front of the bonfire, bored and facing the lonely night alone, until Zheng Xiu slashed her, she showed a long-lost smile.

Get up and shake off the snow on your body, and shoot forward with black silk gloves.

The boy's progress was extremely fast, which made her secretly frightened.

At first, Fengbei was still able to dodge calmly, but on the third day, Fengbei had to use his hands.

Just using his feet and changing his position can no longer make the teenager happy.

Case.

"Be careful!"

Feng Bei reminded softly.

Tonight, Zheng Xiu's knife played a completely different trick.

The big scimitar is translucent, and there is a distorted light and shadow wandering on it, as if it is true, if it is true, if it is false, Fengbei can't judge the truth at a glance.

Halfway through, he withdrew his right hand, Feng Bei dodged to avoid it, the chains split pieces of snow into powder, Feng Bei's long hair floated up in his right eye, and the word "Ding Wei" in the strange pupils turned leisurely.

"What kind of trick are you?"

Feng Bei was silent for a moment and asked.

A knife missed, Zheng Xiu landed not far away without accident, Zheng Xiu held the scimitar in his hand, and shook his head: "Coincidentally, you don't know, I don't know." ”

"You don't know? Isn't this your technique? ”

"The first glimpse of the doorway, the understanding is still shallow." Zheng Xiu explained embarrassedly.

He brushed [Shock] to "enter the house" last night.

Tonight's change is [Inspiration].

Inserting [Inspiration] on [Purgatory], Zheng Xiu didn't know what the effect was.

The treasure queen Fengbei has a very fast experience, but Zheng Xiu plans to insert all the effects that can be inserted first, and then talk about mastering the specific abilities.

Fengbei is now ninety percent sure that Zheng Xiu, like her, is a natural "alien", with an ominous hand.

Because of this, she deeply doubted whether the "Zheng Evil" and "Zheng Shan" in front of her were the same person.

Because "ominous" is different from parent-child bloodline, it can be inherited through bloodline.

It is reasonable to say that his father is an alien, but it would be absurd to say that "ominous" can be inherited from his parents.

No way.

Each kind of "strange thing" is the only existence between heaven and earth, and the strange thing corresponding to the same kind of door can never exist in two people at the same time.

Unless......

Jung Sun died.

Throwing away the impossible possibility, Feng Bei nodded, his face was as calm as before, and said, "Come again." ”

Zheng Xiu made a move.

The chains in the sky are bent and layered, like a cage, wrapping Fengbei inside.

After practicing with Fengbei for three days, Zheng Xiu's proficiency in [Purgatory], that is, the immeasurable proficiency on the panel, rose gradually. Now Zheng Xiu has been able to wield [Purgatory] like an arm, pointing and stabbing which, one poke at a time.

He vibrates the chain and adjusts the direction of the knife.

The two scimitars slashed behind Feng Bei from two directions.

This is a variant of the Coiling Dragon Eighteen Chops "Double Dragon Water Extraction".

Feng Bei first avoided the first knife, but the second knife took the initiative to stretch out his arm to catch it.

Zheng Xiu was shocked when he saw Feng Bei's movements, and it was too late to take it back, so he could only watch as the blade of the big scimitar slashed past Feng Bei's forearm.

"Why are you stupid to take the initiative to pick it up?"

The two of them are here, not to fight for the death, but just to experience. Seeing that Fengbei was really "injured", Zheng Xiu felt distressed, afraid of hurting the treasure queen, and hurriedly stepped forward to check. But when Feng Bei rolled up his sleeves and revealed his white upper arms, Zheng Xiu was stunned.

Feng Bei's arm was intact, and the scimitar actually passed through it directly, leaving only a faint black line on Feng Bei's arm.

"This is actually a kind knife too?"

Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh or cry, he was startled, the chain was withdrawn, Zheng Xiu raised the scimitar and slashed it at his hand—he confirmed this when he watched the scimitar pass through his arm like air. Equipped with [Inspiration], the [Purgatory] is like a kind knife, removing all damage, and it is so gorgeous that only special effects remain.

"It doesn't make sense!"

Zheng Xiu was puzzled and thrust the scimitar into himself. It stands to reason that a knife inserted into a person's body can both bleed and return blood, and it always has an effect. How could this make Zheng Xiu's extremely long-awaited [inspiration] stick, but he couldn't respond to Zheng Xiu's expectations.

When Feng Bei was thinking about it, he was thinking a little, and when he looked up, he saw the young ignorant man fearless, stabbing his body with a knife with an expressionless face.

"Don't!"

Feng Bei was about to suppress the young man's movements, but he was shocked to remember that his hand was ominous, and he could only fly up and kick it out in a hurry.

Boom!

Zheng Xiu seemed to be flying headlong by a fierce heifer, gurgling and rolling into a snowball on the snow, rolling all the way down the mountain.

"Zheng Evil!"

Fengbei secretly fell heavily on this foot, and stepped to the edge of the cliff in one step, but saw the young man spread his wings and flew up angrily: "What are you kicking me for!" Playing sneak attack? Bullying me is a bully, isn't it? ”

"It's not." Feng Bei turned her head and saw that the young man was covered with snow, but he was safe and sound, she couldn't help but feel a little funny, she coughed twice, quickly regained her composure, and said indifferently: "Your technique seems to be a little strange." ”

As soon as I heard Zheng Xiu's spirit: "What's wrong?" ”

Strange? That's right, Zheng Xiu can't hear Fengbei say "ordinary" the most now.

How can it be said that it is average? Who in general? Where is it in general?

"I need to try again." Fengbei is also curious now, she has never seen such a strange thaumaturgy.

Over the years, she has seen all kinds of doorway thaumaturgy, which caused her to see each other's doorways with just two eyes when facing the three of them in the Immortal Gu Temple.

But in the face of Zheng Xiu, she thought about it, and she couldn't see what kind of path Zheng Xiu belonged to.

Even if he is born alien and has his own ominousness, he can echo the "doorway".

"Next, you should be careful, and if you feel unwell, close your eyes immediately." Feng Bei repeatedly advised, with the right eye as the center, the pitch-black lines extended all the way to the right side of the delicate body.

Every time he opens this trick, Fengbei will remind him cautiously, for fear of accidentally injuring the young man.

I saw Feng Bei standing there, holding his right palm weakly.

Zheng Xiu looked at Fengbei's posture of "splitting the mountain", his scalp suddenly felt a little numb, and he took a step back.

Buzz.

The [Purgatory] inserted with [Inspiration] actually trembled in Zheng Xiu's hand, and bursts of imperceptible buzzing vibrations reached the palm of his hand.

Zheng Xiu's incarnation was not equipped with [Inspiration], but perhaps because the concentration of ghosts beside Feng Bei was too high at this moment, Zheng Xiu vaguely saw a hazy figure behind Feng Bei.

It's the Executioner!

Zheng Xiu's breath stagnated, and in an instant, the thought of Fengbei wanting to hang his street lamp flashed.

"If you make a move, it's okay, I'll keep my hand."

Fengbei said.

Now Zheng Xiu was relieved.

Move, move, force, coil, knife.

In one go, I brushed [Footwork], [Tendon Strength], [Panlong Eighteen Slashes], and [Inspiration], which was extremely efficient.

The kind inspiration knife turned into a sword shadow in the sky and slashed down, Feng Bei nodded secretly to Zheng Xiu's hand, and gently waved the afterimage of his right hand.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, Zheng Xiu's eyebrows ached, and he watched his purgatory being chopped into black mist by Fengbei's sword.

Feng Bei stopped where he was and looked at the young man in surprise.

"Your knife can cut 'ominous'?"

Zheng Xiu sat down, and the chain knife clicked back.

Covering his brows, after Zheng Xiu understood Feng Bei's words, he did not feel deflated by Feng Bei's [Purgatory] that easily destroyed him, but was overjoyed.

What Zheng Xiu was concerned about was that the [Purgatory] that had been inserted with [Inspiration] could directly penetrate tangible things and cut off invisible things!

His big scimitar clearly collided with Fengbei, and it sparked fiercely!

This knife can be ominous!

"Wow Ka-"

The boy laughed triumphantly, and with a puff of energy, stretched out the skeletal chains again.

The lonely man and the widow, the boy and the Fengbei, the heavy snow testified, the heaven and the earth were the lessons, the cats covered their eyes, and fought again until dawn.

At dawn, the boy was exhausted and hurriedly jumped off the cliff and fled.

"You ......"

Fengbei just wanted to keep it, but the boy had long since disappeared.

"Dropped the cat again."

Feng Bei sighed lightly.

The orange cat held its eyes on the roof, and without waiting for Feng Bei to speak, it took the initiative to jump into the house, curled up in the nest made of old clothes, and wept until tomorrow night.

Descending the mountain, hunting, cooking, feeding the cats.

In the bidet, Fengbei looked at the sad orange cat and fell into contemplation again.

(End of chapter)