Chapter 222: Who Am I?

A violent aura surged up on Lin Xuan's body, he frowned, trembling all over, and his qi and blood were much weaker.

His body shook violently, as if a raging fire had been set off in his body, which was constantly scorching his flesh and internal organs.

In an instant, a heart-rending pain spread through Lin Xuan's nerves, and even made every inch of his skin feel a sharp pain.

His face was extremely pale, his body was almost as if it had been slashed by a thousand knives, and one indescribable pain after another spread from among his limbs, making him feel like his whole body was cracking and his bones were bursting.

At this moment, Lin Xuan spun around for a while, and slowly lost consciousness.

......

"Wake up...... Wake up......"

A hoarse and rapid voice sounded in his ears, and Lin Xuan slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

The blurry world gradually became clearer, and he was a little uncomfortable for a while, so he squinted his eyes slightly.

"It's ......"

When he saw his position clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his body trembled slightly.

There was a fierce battle taking place in front of him, and more than 100,000 people trembled together, they held swords in their hands, and their moves were all exquisite, even Lin Xuan felt amazing when he saw it.

What really surprised him and shocked him was that everyone around him looked the same, all of them were his own appearance.

It's a desert with cloudless skies and a gentle breeze.

This should be a silent no-man's land, but there are hundreds of thousands of people competing with each other, and you come and go, which is extremely lively.

"Zheng!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing filled the entire space, and dazzling sparks were like stars in the sky, dotted all over the battlefield.

"Where is this?"

"Why am I here?"

"Who are you?"

With a thick doubt, Lin Xuan couldn't help but ask the people around him.

"A prince is an uncle, and the coming day is a light dust. ”

"Since you're here, you shouldn't ask who we are, but who you are!!"

The people around him glanced at him lightly, and they didn't care if he accepted this answer or not, and he fought with others with his sword.

The two fought dozens of moves with their swords, each of which was murderous, leaving no room for anything, and it seemed that both sides were fighting with the belief that they would kill.

Lin Xuan stared blankly at everything in front of him, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth were filled with bitterness.

After his observation, in this place, there were three people who were the strongest, and the strength of those three swordsmen was obviously beyond ordinary people.

One of them was bloody, and there was no other momentum in his body, only a clean and pure murderous aura, which seemed to be a piece of blood-colored ice from a distance.

His swordsmanship is ruthless, his moves are fatal, and his gestures are full of desperate killing intent.

This swordsman is called Killing Immortal, he has Lin Xuan's appearance, every time he defeats someone, he will step on him mercilessly, and then leave his name and continue to look for the next opponent.

The other two people, one was wearing a black and white robe, and his hair was also half black and half white.

His name is Tai Chi, and this swordsman has to report his name every time he makes a move, and then use his strength to easily attract the power of the opponent's sword to someone else.

The other was covered with ash, gray hair, gray clothes, and his swordsmanship was arrogant and arrogant, and he could only use one sword against anyone.

He walked along, striking only one sword at those who stood in his way, and then proceeded again.

He never looked back, nor did he stop for half a moment, he seemed to be very confident in his own strength, and he didn't believe that those swordsmen who lost to him could get up again.

The swordsman was crazy, and he did look like a madman.

All three of them are heading in different directions, and it seems that they also know that they are difficult to entangle with each other, and they don't want to be exploited by others because of the fight.

Just when Lin Xuan was thinking wildly, a murderous swordsman broke into his side, holding the long sword in his hand, pointing at him from afar.

"The wilderness is low and the trees are low, Jiang Qingyue is close!"

"I'm Qingyue, who are you?"

The two of them were separated by three feet, just the distance of a sword.

If you are a different swordsman, you will inevitably be tempted to make a move. If someone else is standing under the sword, they will definitely panic.

But the other party didn't make the first move, but stood quietly in place, waiting for Lin Xuan's answer.

Lin Xuan's face was dazed, and he fell into deep thought, as if he had forgotten that he was in danger.

"Who am I?"

"Who are they?"

He muttered softly, frowning tightly.

"Who am I?"

"Who am I?"

Lin Xuan asked himself over and over again, and one answer after another popped up in his mind, but he always felt that it was wrong.

Who am I?

Is it a Taoist descendant, a swordsman, is it an immortal cultivator?

Who am I?

Is it a ruthless hero? Is it a Taoist priest who is hypocritical? Is it a devil with no skin and no face?

"You don't even know who you are, where are you qualified to be my opponent!!"

Qingfeng Swordsman Lian Lian shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

He strode away and turned away, leaving behind only a profound poem.

"Moving the boat to the smoke, the sunset is new. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people. ”

......

Half an hour later, another strange swordsman came to Lin Xuan's side.

He is personable, has an outstanding temperament, and looks handsome and gentle on the outside.

Although he looked exactly the same as Lin Xuan, he had traits that Lin Xuan did not have.

He's handsome, he's haughty, and he has an elusive secret in his eyes.

And Lin Xuan is very ordinary, the kind that will not be found if he is thrown in the pile.

"Floating south and east neighbors, desert and dark spring. The flower alley is warm with the light dancing butterflies, and the jade building is sunny and bright. ”

The other party glanced at Lin Xuan lightly, and then smiled evilly.

"Who are you?"

He danced with the long sword in his hand, like a beautiful woman dancing the sword in the country.

The long sword shook lightly, swinging in graceful arcs. The tip of the sword trembled, and the butterfly danced one after another, with an indescribable beautiful scenery.

The vast majority of women in the world will feel inferior after seeing this appearance.

If you can't chant poetry and dance the sword, if you can't play the piano and blow the flute, if you don't have the style of sinking fish and geese, you are not qualified to approach him.

He looks like a near-perfect man!

No!!

He's like an immortal who came out of a painting!!

"Is that you?"

Lin Xuan's gaze fell on the other party, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

"In that dream in the past, when I was with Xiaomeng, I turned out to be this arrogant look......"

"At that time, I thought very highly of myself, looked down on people in the world, and was trained by Zhou Xiaocao, so I thought I was invincible and I thought I was invincible!"

"The sword move at that time was indeed the most attractive moment in my life......"

"The swordsmanship during that period was really the most beautiful and splendid time in my life......"

Lin Xuan already knew who the swordsman around him who looked exactly like him was.

They were the swordsmanship he had ever learned, a part of his past.

So......

Who is he?

"Who are you?" The swordsman Butterfly Dance found that Lin Xuan had not spoken for a long time, he lowered his head and asked with a condescending attitude, "Have you forgotten your identity?"

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, and he said slowly, "I don't know, I don't know who I am?"

"Humph!"

Butterfly Dance snorted coldly, and when Lin Xuan came back to his senses, the other party's figure had disappeared.

"Who am I?"

Lin Xuan listened to the noisy sound of swords in his ears, looked up and scanned the directions, and asked himself in confusion.

They were still fighting, but these people didn't seem to notice, no matter how many people fell, after a while, that person would get up from the ground intact and go into battle again.

"What the hell is this place?"

Lin Xuan raised his head and sighed lightly.

"Soaring, graceful like a dragon!!"

"Under the Thriller!!"

A brilliant cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and Lin Xuan subconsciously took three steps back.

Looking up, a white-clothed swordsman stepped on the wind.

He held an ancient scabbard in his hand, half of the sword body was exposed, and his momentum was so imposing that it made people shudder.

The swordsman held a half-unsheathed sword in his hand, and his gaze was as calm as water.

Jing Hong's body was straight, he was holding a sword, and the whole person was very cold, like ice and snow, without any emotion.

Lin Xuan suddenly understood why he was called Jinghong, because the iron sword in this man's hand was a little like a flying wild goose, and it was also like a willow silk in March, and the spring breeze was blowing Hua Nong.

The buzzing sound of the sword body colliding in the breeze is like the sound of heaven, like the crisp strings, which makes people obsessed.

The sunset in the sky fell and fell on the body of the half sword, like a dragon swimming in the vast water.

The cold wind was cold, the long sword was slightly raised, and the white light flashed, like ripples on the surface of a crystal lake.

"The moon is rising, and the best people are shining!!"

"The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the wind!!"

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed, and he said loudly, "Good sword!!"

"It's a good sword!!"

Jing Hong said coldly.

"I want to try!" Lin Xuan's face showed excitement.

This kind of cold sword, such an amazing person, that is the state he was in when he first came out of the rivers and lakes, and it was the way he was when he first came down to Xuanzong.

Looking at him at this moment, Lin Xuan suddenly had the urge to make a move.

Hundreds of years had passed since then, and looking back on the past, he was more or less gloomy.

So he wanted to try it and taste the sword in the other person's hand for himself.

Glancing at him, he walked straight past him, leaving only a cold voice.

"You don't even know who you are, how can you do it with me?"

"We fight here, we fight each other, just because we know who we are!!"

"But you don't know who you are at all, and you don't have to participate in this chaotic war, only when you remember who you are, only when you understand who you are, can you really compete with us!"

Jing Hong had already walked away, not caring about Lin Xuan's eager eyes at all.

Maybe for him, the current Lin Xuan is just an inconsequential existence, like a flowing cloud in the sky, like duckweed on the water, not worth mentioning, not worth a damn.

Lin Xuan smiled faintly, got up and chased after him, but before he took a few steps, his whole body was weak, and his whole body was lying on the ground.

"Who are you!!"

"Who are you!!"

"Who are you!!"

A burst of heavy shouting sounded in Lin Xuan's ears, like bursts of thunder.

"Who am I?"

"yes! They're all asking who I am?"

"So, who am I?"

Lin Xuan's eyes were dilated, and he gradually closed his eyes.

"Who am I?"