Zhang Ziyu just twisted his neck......

"Wow!"

Suddenly an electric current swiped through my head!

That legend resurfaced in his mind: But on the bridge, there was no turning back.

If you turn back on the Nai He Bridge, it means that you can't forget the past, and you can't go to reincarnation. Then they will remain under the bridge forever and suffer the torment of eternal life.

The neck instantly stiffened, and the head that wanted to twist back was pulled back by Zhang Ziyu.

Although this is just a papier-mâché bridge, he just has a strong premonition that if he turns back, he will also be left here. The soul will suffer eternal torment.

"It's just a few paper figures, don't worry!" The Ling Shijian behind him didn't seem to notice his abnormality, and continued in a loud voice, "Ziyu, you can see that I understand them with one sword. ”

It seems to be really the Spirit Poetry Sword.

The voice, tone, and tone of voice are all exactly the same.

Could it be that he is thinking too much? Zhang Ziyu thought again.

It's just a papier-mâché bridge, how can it have that terrifying ability effect? The most important thing is that in reality there is no underworld, no soul, no bridge, and no reincarnation.

Myths and legends are all based on reality, but they are not exactly the same as reality. Ling Shijian emphasized with him many times.

And he was always suspicious and made a big fuss.

Ling Shijian always said that he was suspicious.

It's just a paper bridge.

Will people laugh at themselves for this in the future?

With the thought in his head, he was going to turn around.

"But what if?"

Just as his body was about to move, this thought flashed through his mind again.

If it was a fake Spirit Poetry Sword, what would have happened if he turned back? will be left under the bridge forever.

Mainly, Ling Shijian could obviously appear in the front, on the side, and in a place where he didn't need to look back to see her, but why did she choose the back?

This is on this Nai Ho Bridge.

What's more, is he suspicious? He suspected that there was a paper master secretly seeking revenge, and as a result, there was really a paper master who wanted to harm them in every possible way.

He was cautious enough, but he still walked into the trap carefully laid by the paper man.

…… I don't know how small the paper man's heart is, but just cutting down a tree on him is worth his revenge for so much trouble and planning for so long.

Furthermore, the paper man master can pierce a paper man, a dragon, a tiger, or even a whole villa, so can he use the paper man to pierce a Lingshi sword?

I am afraid it couldn't be simpler.

Standing in the middle of this Nai He Bridge, every time he had the idea of turning back, Zhang Ziyu had a burst of numbness behind him. It was the instinctive premonition of life against danger.

He didn't look back in the end.

"叱嘤~"

There was a sound of sword drawing behind him!

Immediately after, a white light came up.

Zhang Ziyu stood there, the white light behind him illuminated the darkness in front of him, and he looked forward, and there was a rockery on the opposite bank...... Is that a three-life stone?

"欻欻欻......"

This is the sound of sword qi moving rapidly, cutting through the air.

Occasionally, a white transparent sword aura would fly from behind him and appear in his line of sight. It looks like it's the sword qi of the Spirit Poetry Sword.

The thin and dense sword qi is the swordsmanship that Lingshi Sword is accustomed to, "Spring Breeze and Rain". The sword qi was divided, as fine as a cow's hair, and spread all over the sky.

"Puff puff ......"

It's the sound of a blade cutting through paper.

Soon......

The white light rises, and the white light converges.

The sword qi rises, and the sword qi receives.

The world is dark again, and it is quiet again.

"Da, da, da......"

The sound of brisk footsteps approached him from the bridge.

He could hear it clearly, it was the sound of Ling Shijian's sneakers stepping on the bridge, and it was her characteristic brisk footsteps.

She walked behind her and said softly, "The paper figure master is dead, you don't have to worry about it anymore." ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Ziyu responded.

He stood there, looking at the darkness ahead, without looking back.

"Let's go!" Ling Shijian's voice became cheerful, "Go back, stew mushroom pork ribs tonight." ”

Zhang Ziyu still didn't move.

"Let's go, what are you waiting for?" Ling Shijian asked.

Zhang Ziyu was silent for a moment, and finally asked out loud: "Do you know, if it is really Ling Shijian who comes, what will she do first?" ”

"What?" Ling Shijian's voice was puzzled, "Ziyu, what are you talking about?" ”

"She would be the first to come to me and be careful to make sure I wasn't hurt." Zhang Ziyu calmly replied to himself, "Then on the premise of ensuring my safety, I will use my sword to kill the enemy." ”

And not to lure him back in every possible way.

"That's how I did?" Ling Shijian was puzzled, "Look, the enemies are all dead, aren't you safe!" ”

Zhang Ziyu sighed lightly, lowered his head, looked at the paper-paste Nai He Bridge under his feet, and pointed his left hand into a sword and pointed it on his forehead.

"You've watched us for so long, and you've learned very similarly. Whenever you change places, I will definitely treat you as a spirit sword. He closed his eyes, and suddenly guessed the reason why the paper man master did not use the Spirit Poetry Sword to confuse him in his daily life, a smile appeared on his face, and he continued, "But here, your performance is too distracting, but the bridge is still there, and the paper house is still there." The sky was still dark. You take me for a fool, how can you deceive me? ”

There was silence in the dark for a long time before Ling Shijian spoke up again: "You are really good......

As she spoke, the clean and clear girlish voice turned into a hoarse and mocking old man's voice, "An ordinary person, when he was frightened and collapsed, could quickly regain his senses, and he also bottomed out and fought alone." When encountering hardships and falling into despair, in the face of the light of hope that has finally lit up, it can still be cautious. Translocation, I simply couldn't have done it when I was younger. ”

He paused, then continued, "It's just a pity that you're just a mortal after all. Even if you build a foundation and learn two unsuccessful swordsmanship, you still can't change the fact that you are powerless! ”

He held up a strip, but instead of a sword, he mourned a stick. Legend has it that Bai Wuchang is holding a magic weapon in his hand.

He laughed and said, "I will separate your soul and make a perfect paper figure." It is guaranteed that the Lingshi Sword will not be able to distinguish the real from the fake. This paper villa, this formation, you will take her to sink here, be a paper couple who will never be separated, and help me enter the Qi Harvesting Realm.

"In this mortal world, high-ranking monks are too hard to find.

"Leader, thank you for helping me!"

As soon as his voice fell, the mourning stick struck at the back of Zhang Ziyu's head.

"Ding!"

The mourning stick hit the back of Zhang Ziyu's head, but there was a crisp sound.

Zhang Ziyu's soul was not knocked out.

“？” The paper man was puzzled and looked at the back of Zhang Ziyu's head.

"No thanks." Zhang Ziyu said loudly.

The paper man master saw clearly, the back of Zhang Ziyu's head was shining, it was a fine transparent sword qi.

"What?" He was shocked.

"Whew!"

The sword qi flew out and cut the mourning stick into two pieces.

The paper figure was frightened and took a step back......

In the next moment, countless fine sword qi spread out from Zhang Ziyu's body!

Like locusts transiting, like spring rain rolling upside down!

"Brush ......"

With Zhang Ziyu as the middle, the sword qi rolled out backwards, and the paper man Lingshi sword behind him, the Nai He Bridge under his feet, and the Yellow Spring under the bridge were all finely cut into confetti.