In the white door, there seemed to be a warm force that could soothe the suspicion and vigilance in Leng Xiao's heart, but even if his heart was like water, he still didn't step in.

Again, he felt it before the black door, and before he could get two steps closer, there was a strong murderous and bloody aura.

Just outside the door, it's already like this, and I don't know what the general scene is behind the door.

Some people may choose the white door because of this, after all, the white door seems to be more like a raw door at least. Some people will choose the black door because of this, and if they want to lead people to the white door so obviously, some people will do the opposite.

But in fact, no matter which door the comer steps into, he is in accordance with the will of the person who sets up the formation, and no matter what he does, he is already in this game.

He raised the horned soldier, and the moment the long sword was held in his hand, his momentum changed suddenly, just like the long sword in his hand, he dared to ask the sky with a sharp edge.

With a sword fell, the black and white two doors were like bubbles, and the scene of life and death in front of him dissipated like a mirror, rippling in a circle of ripples.

Then, a scene of water mirrors appeared in front of him, and the water mirrors were divided into dozens of areas, and there was a person in each area. There are also many areas, only one corpse remains, and the spirit mist is floating on its own, and no one collects it.

And the area where those characters still survived, they were all struggling with the dragon horn killing array, and after a while, one of them ran out of spiritual energy, and was torn to pieces by these countless dragon horns, and his body died.

In those areas, there are those who are full of white light, and there are also those who are full of black light. Don't talk about white doors and black doors, they are all just the same ending.

And no matter which door you enter, the beginner must have regret in his heart, hating himself for not choosing another door.

And Leng Xiao, as a bystander, looked down on the death of others, and a sense of happiness rose in his heart.

This feeling had just risen, and he was in his heart. Life and death, black and white, are all relative. And isn't that happiness and remorse also relative feelings?

When he looked up again, there were ripples in the water mirror, and all the images dissipated. And after that, what was revealed in the water mirror was himself.

Leng Xiao at this moment, standing in front of this water mirror, is like looking in a mirror, but in the water mirror, he is even more green, and he is not so demonic, as if he is just a weak scholar.

His face was expressionless, so to speak, cold. And in the water mirror, he is laughing.

"The chessboard has long been circled, and no matter how the pieces fall, they will never get out of this chessboard. If you want to break out of this chessboard, how do you do it?"

"Could it be that you have to fill this game of chess before you can overflow?"

As his brow furrowed slowly, his smile in the water mirror became brighter.

And at this moment, the dragon horns on the horizon suddenly fell like a rain of arrows, and Leng Xiao's long sword waved, protecting his body impermeable, and he had two spirit jades in his mouth.

But when the manpower is exhausted, even Lingyu can't keep up with his consumption.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and the horns and the dragon's horns intertwined with each other, blooming a spark, faintly, the sparks flew like a tiny swimming dragon, and it was very beautiful.

This beauty, if you see it too much, will make people's hearts tired.

A dragon horn pierced from the oblique, and with a twist of Leng Xiao's wrist, the dragon horn hit the sword grid, but Leng Xiao's eyes suddenly widened.

Because the sword grid of this horned soldier is ring-shaped, and the center is a round hole. This dragon horn slashed a blue light, and it was unstoppable, and it fell on Leng Xiao's waist in an instant.

Leng Xiao's body protection aura was suddenly dispersed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out several feet away, only to feel that his body was broken by someone stopping him!

As soon as his moves were scattered, the dragon horns would not wait for him to adjust, and they still fell with a bang, and even those that were knocked away by him also turned around again.

His gaze crossed the water mirror, but he paused for a moment. Isn't this the scene where he watched the lives and deaths of others in the first place?

Now, he is the person struggling in the water mirror, and he in the water mirror is the bystander who has nothing to do with himself.

Leng Xiao's long sword twisted, three dragon horns flew away, his toes touched the ground, his body turned into an afterimage, and he jumped towards the water mirror.

There was a sound of water entering the water, as if there was a splash of water.

He turned his head suddenly, and the dragon horns in the sky gradually calmed down, as if he had entered a cage again, and was detained in one place, not to move.

Leng Xiao's fingers gently climbed the corners of his mouth, and his heart suddenly jumped.

In this water mirror, he has long since disappeared, but he replaced the image in the mirror, standing where the mirror image was, and with the smile on the mirrored face.

Or, the mirror image has always been him. He didn't laugh, but when his fingers touched the corners of his lips, he could clearly feel the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Leng Xiao opened his mouth slightly and exhaled a breath of turbidity, perhaps the irritability in his heart at the moment was also in the calculation of the arrayer, which made him feel unwilling, but helpless. Maybe the weak should go against the grain.

Behind him was a chaos, and he didn't know where to go, and in front of him was the water mirror, in which the dragon's horns were calm, and the black and white gates stood quietly.

"There are a lot of strange places that Leng has experienced. ”

The distracting thoughts in his heart seemed to dissipate with his sigh, and when he raised his eyes again, his heart was already like water.

He is not proficient in formations, but all formations have a common method of breaking the formation, which is to break it with force.

He let out a low roar from his mouth, and a longitudinal sword cut the water mirror in half, and where the blade passed, the mirror was actually shattered into a piece of glass, and each piece of glass reflected a face of him.

Leng Xiao suddenly lowered his head, only to see that the faces on the dozens of fragments actually showed that smile again, and then walked out of the fragments one by one.

Every time one walked out, the glass-like fragments flowed like a stream of water, intermingling with each other, looking unremarkable.

In front of him, there were thousands of people standing, each with a face as if carved according to his mold, and a smile like a spring breeze on his face.

smiled coldly, revealing a little self-deprecation, and quickly retracted and turned into indifference. Only then did he feel that his so-called kind smile was quite silly.

"The past self will not disappear, but it should be in the heart, not in the present. ”

His two fingers gently rubbed the sword grid, and a trace of spiritual energy flowed upward, like a spider silk coiling dragon, tightly winding the horned soldiers.

Above the horned soldiers, a shocking sword shadow bloomed in an instant, as if it turned into the shape of a dragon, and roared away.

But the thousands of false shadows did not hide at all, and with just one sword, they killed hundreds.

The vanished shadow dissipated like a mist and returned to nothingness.

Leng Xiao looked at the vacant field, but suddenly his lips and teeth opened and he spit out a mouthful of blood. His forehead was bruised, and his face trembled slightly.

When he cut off the shadow, it was he who was hurting.

Those who are ruthless are ruthless with others and ruthless with themselves. The bento is, a grind.

The Shadow had been waiting for him to kill like a lamb to the slaughter, and when it dissipated, it still had that smile on its face.

Every time a false image was removed, Leng Xiao's heart felt as if he had been slashed by a knife. His front was already stained red with blood, and who could he say to him about the pain?

The false shadows in front of him decreased one after another, and Leng Xiao's breath became weaker and weaker.

Until there was only the last shadow left in front of him, he fell to his knees, his sword on the ground, but it was difficult to stand up. His vision was a little blurry, and he couldn't even see the face of the shadow in front of him.

It's just that smile, but it's still straight into people's hearts.

He saw that a palm appeared in front of him, and he slowly stretched out a hand and put it on it.

The palm was strong and powerful, and it easily pulled him up. He held the man's body, barely standing still. The man was like a stone pillar, unmoved, standing straight, it turned out to be his false image.

Leng Xiao coughed twice more and slowly raised his long sword. The wrist was still a little unstable, and the false shadow suddenly spoke: "Kill me, and you will die too." ”

Leng Xiao paused, blinked his eyes twice, and said, "I know." ”

His arm loosened, and the indigo sword fell to the ground with its own weight, making a clanging sound.

He smiled suddenly, and his smile was the same as that of the shadow. He sighed: "Why should I kill myself?"

As Leng Xiao's murmuring words fell, when he raised his eyes again, he was always standing in front of the black door, feeling the manic killing intent, and he was holding the horned soldier to his heart.

The tip of the sword had already pierced a few points, and blood gushed out, sliding down the blade and staining the placket red.

Leng Xiao's face turned pale, put away his long sword, and took a few steps back. Maybe he hesitated for too long, and the big array had already made a choice for him - a dead end.

The black and white doors dissipated in an instant, and the dragon horns in the sky broke free from the shackles and fell towards him.

"Are you real, or are you an illusion?"

He raised his eyes to the raining dragon horns and raised his sword to meet them. He was not a gambler, lost the bet and was buried in the Dragon Tomb.

"Horned soldiers, in this life, let's fight with a certain conquest!"

He held the indigo sword in his hand, and the aura that flowed from his fingers was no longer aura, but crimson blood. A trace of blood and water was hidden in the body of the sword, as if a blood-colored vein was carved on the long sword.

The horned soldiers trembled slightly, as if they were leaping with joy, and let out a clear groan, which echoed leisurely between heaven and earth.

With the loss of blood, Leng Xiao's body became weaker and weaker, but his eyes became more and more aggressive, but the depths of his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

The aura flashed on the wrench, and two spirit jades appeared in his hands. In the middle of his fingers, the spirit crystal and spirit jade were piled up, and he said softly: "Come!"

In the spirit jade, the spiritual energy continued to flow, making up for the consumption in his body. But this kind of compensation is not endless, he is constantly becoming weaker, but the dragon horns are becoming more and more courageous.

Leng Xiao lowered his eyes slightly, a cloud of spiritual mist appeared on his hand, and he swallowed it with a big mouthful.

The majestic essence in the spiritual mist suddenly surged up in his body, as if it was about to break him.

His face was covered with blood, like a shattered mirror, and he looked extremely terrifying. But the corners of his lips were filled with a shallow smile, and he slowly raised the indigo long sword in his hand.

"Take a certain sword!"