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date="2021-01-17"

title="62.Chapter Sixty Two "

weight="123989"

series = ["Lie Huo Jiao Chou"]

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King Weiyu saw that those who came up were not good, 　cut when he came up, 　 wanted to show off his ability, so he stopped pretending to be fools. For a time, countless number of corpses turned into swords in the sea water at the same time, 　xue blade is like frost, pressing down towards Xuan Ji with head and face.

More than a hundred corpses spoke out of sync, 　 chewed out the effect of babbling: "Sheng Xiao, after years of absence, how can you become more and less bloody, 　 where I picked up a little demon, the smell of milk is not dry, 　 dare to be with me... what!"

The scimitar in Xuan Ji's hand was like a full moon, and he slashed it out with a single knife, 　 the tongue of fire rolled out to a full length of a meter, 　 it was like the blade stretched out of thin air for a long section. But before the blade arrived, the flag-like flames had already met the swords of those corpses.

At the moment I didn’t touch it, the flame pattern was like alive, 　 climbed up along the blades of those swords, 　 more than one hundred yuan of Weiyu Wang can be regarded as "taking a big advantage", and suddenly felt more than one hundred burning pain. Three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends.

All the corpses screamed together, and the swords were like steel flowers, splashing around, reflecting the sparkling waves on the sea, 　 it is spectacular.

"Impossible, who are you! What kind of fire is this!"

"The fire in the town house to ward off evil spirits, a must-have for home travel, and aphrodisiac." Xuan Ji's wrist "Kala" sounded, he seemed to have been curled up for thousands of years, and he had never stretched his muscles and bones, he laughed low. He said, "It is suitable to help your "dead child" grow taller. Would you like to try?"

Those of them with wings may have a special function-no matter what they dipped in their mouths, they would not delay speaking. No wonder they are more agile than others.

Sheng Lingyuan was taken aback. He remembered that Xuan Ji didn't know how to speak Yayin.

He was originally at the core of being besieged by the corpse of the boy. Suddenly he was robbed of his life by this little demon. He was fine for a while. Maybe he was wet and blown by the sea breeze. This would be idle, and his temple began to jump restlessly. It seems to be an aura of headache.

The migraine was afraid of light, and Xuan Ji's scorching wings dangled him uncomfortably, so she lowered her head and closed her eyes.

At this time, Xuan Ji also saw the man on the sea who was wrapped in the gloomy sacrificial text. He turned his machete and pointed at the man—the one hundred and eight corpses here. He felt that he would not be able to cut it off for a while, so he decided First cut the one that is different from the other corpses, and try the effect.

But before the knife fell, Wang Ze shouted: "Zhichun?!"

Xuan Ji was slightly startled, and raised her wrist by half an inch. The scimitar that slashed out made a blunt turn, rubbed Zhichun, and sank into the bottomless sea: "What?"

The metal fragments on Yan Qiushan’s neck became hot. Gu Yuexi nervously avoided the bleeding spots on his body, half-supporting and half-holding him, feeling that Team Yan was shaking like a dead leaf: "Team Yan, you calm down. !"

There are corpses in the sea, only an adult man surrounded by gloomy sacrificial texts in the center. Xuan Ji frowned and looked over and saw that this person was not very eye-catching, his facial features were stretched and light, and he was so gentle that there was no sense of existence. But the temperament is very unique. At this time, his waist is soaked in the sea, his hair looks like a long time before the sword body was destroyed, and he is immersed in a large group of corpses, like a robe, wrapped in weird. It was a terrible and gloomy sacrifice, but even so, he still looked very clean.

The calm and uncontested look reminds people of the vinegar sorrel on the balcony in the afternoon, but it really doesn't look like a knife.

Zhichun in the sea quietly looked at Yan Qiushan, his brows were melancholy, and he stopped talking.

In the past few years, one of them rushed to the west, and the other was imprisoned on the 60th floor underground in the Alien Control Bureau, just like two small islands washed away in the sea of ​​time, and they had to drift away.

Time generally does not obliterate those unforgettable things, which is true, but it will turn wounds into scars, turn embracing flesh and blood into steles and portraits, and also dry immortal thoughts into The specimen reduces everything in the memory to another dimension.

The flowers will become dried flowers if they are drained of water, but if you pour a glass of water back, they will only be embarrassed by the dried flowers, and will no longer be bright at the beginning.

At this moment, they were shocked under the curtain of night. Yan Qiushan and Zhichun were no more than ten meters apart, and they didn't know where to start.

"Director Xuan, didn't you say that the fragments of Zhichun Dao were stolen?" Wang Zeyu said incoherently, "Or...how can these sacrifices...what's the matter?"

"Jiwen," Zhichun seems to have not spoken for a long time, speaking very turbulently, jumping out word by word, "I wrote it."

Yan Qiushan's expression seemed to be stabbed.

"You wrote..." Wang Ze was stunned for a moment, and then he forced his composure and "suddenly realized", "I understand, you dogs stole the Zhichun fragments and made a counterfeit just like him. right?"

As he said, he deliberately sneered loudly, and cracked his own throat with a smile: "How the fuck is obvious, right, Team Yan! He can't be Zhichun at all. I said, this is 8102, you demon world. Can you keep up with the times? How can it be the old three trick of the last century...Hurry up, everyone can do a battle with real guns! Team Yan, you say something!"

Yan Qiushan couldn't speak, he couldn't even move his eyes.

An icy hand patted Wang Ze on the head, and Wang Ze gave a shock.

"Sword..." Sheng Lingyuan said a word, and then seemed to realize that he had made a mistake. After a while, he changed it again. "There is a connection between the sword spirit and people, and you Yan team can recognize the true and false."

"What if he admits wrong? He is struggling to breathe. When a person is hypoxic, he doesn't even know his mother. That guy is now a person with limited capacity, knows a fart!" Wang Ze said angrily, "Zhichun is In order to save the human being from Marine Poison, although he was using a knife, although...in the end, there was no way...at the end...but he was also a hero, and his picture is still hanging on the wall of the martyrs of the Field Security Department!

It was the first time Sheng Lingyuan saw a carp with such a loud voice. His temples jumped even harder, and he hid a few steps aside.

He feels that if the voice is too loud, it is easy to be overwhelmed.

The heaven and the earth cannot last long, let alone human beings, who were good in the past, can't they be broken now?

The fruit deteriorated after being thrown in those three or two days. Which demon is not a hero.

"Zhichun's blade was destroyed. We saw it with our own eyes! Even if someone could steal him, they wouldn't be able to make a'big living man' with all beards and tails!'If the blade is damaged, the spirit of the sword will dissipate', brother A few of them checked all the information they could find, and found this sentence! Team Yan, for so many years, do you think you are thinking about restoring Zhichun? The protection shield of W area on the 60th floor underground has not been opened for three years. It is not convenient for you to come back secretly to see him, the administrator collects three cigarettes from me every month!"

Several aftercare personnel on the speedboat: "..."

Well, Zhichun surrendered himself to the stolen "accomplice".

"What do you look at?" Xuan Ji glanced at his horses from the corner of his eye, "I didn't even hear it!"

Luo Cuicui reconciled to kindness, and then "fainted" back on the deck. Yang Chao cried so loudly, Ping Qianru lowered his head and picked his fingers, pretending to be autistic for many years.

Sheng Lingyuan smiled and said: "This is, I... really a big world, there are no surprises, I am also very curious about how Broken Sword'resurrected'."

Xuan Ji's hand holding the scimitar tightened, he landed on the stern of the speedboat, and finally glanced in the direction of Sheng Lingyuan.

The man was only half a speedboat away from him, wearing nondescript sportswear, like a smile but a dream, like a dream without knowing the truth.

When Sheng Lingyuan waved to the surface of the water, a piece of floating ice flew into the air, with a sword frozen in the middle. It turned out that there were only a few corpses that rushed too quickly, and they were "swallowed" by Xuan Ji's fire. Out of the control of King Weiyu, it became an ordinary sword, one of which was falling on the side of the ship. Several rows of sneaky and gloomy sacrificial texts immediately crawled out of the water, trying to climb the sword again.

As soon as he climbed halfway, he was quickly frozen by Sheng Lingyuan, who was watching coldly.

"I just kept thinking that King Weiyu has no corpse, so after being summoned by the gloomy sacrifice, he can only rely on other things to move around, but... why are the children in the tomb of Weiyun who are made into swords? Where's the corpse?" Sheng Lingyuan stroked the sword body through the floating ice, "Interesting, the sword spirit in it didn't wake up at all."

Xuan Ji felt uncomfortable for a while, and the scimitar hooked, and took the ice-bound sword away from his hand.

Sheng Lingyuan only thought he wanted to see it, and didn’t care, and continued: “Swords made by living people are a profound knowledge. Those who are cast into swords cannot die too early or too late. Time and fire have a little coordination. If it's not good, you can't make a complete sword spirit, otherwise the spirited weapons won't be so golden. These children were killed by King Weiyu. Weiyun was already late, so he hurriedly used his hands to forge the sword. After experiencing great compassion and anger, even if it is heavenly ear, I don't think he can make more than a hundred sword spirits at once."

"Wait, I'm a little confused," Gu Yuexi asked softly, "but these little corpses can switch freely between the human body and the sword. Doesn't this mean that they have been tempered?"

"It's done, but I'm afraid it's not a hundred and eight sword spirits." Xuan Ji looked at the frozen sword, and then at Zhichun, who couldn't be far away. , Got a multi-handled sword, but in fact only got a "spirit", right? Zhichun, it's you, right?"

Sheng Lingyuan smiled: "Yes, it's no wonder that the sword is not extinguished."

Weiyun refused to trust him in the end, and didn't give him the truly enlightened knife before he died.

Yan Qiushan's arms softened while Gu Yuexi didn't hold it. He knocked heavily on the deck, and he squeezed out a few words from his scarred lungs: "Why are you...why..."

Why don't you come to me?

Why have you refused to give me a dream for so many years?

"The sea poison from the mirage island eroded my blade, and the blade broke again. I...have nowhere to go, but I have been following you." Zhichun said softly, "but you can't see me, and I don't know who I am... …Can't remember anything, just a dim consciousness."

Hearing a "puff", Xuan Ji didn't hold it, and dropped the frozen sword into the sea.

"Until recently, less than a month...I slowly became a little more sober and felt a little bit."

"In less than a month," Xuan Ji interrupted him, "What day is it?"

Zhichun shook his head: "I don't know, my life was very confused, I just remember that I couldn't see the moon that day."

Can't see the moon-either cloudy or crescent.

"Isn't that the day when Bi Chunsheng was gloomy and sacrificed?" Ping Qianru whispered, "Director, you went to work on the first day, and it has been less than a month now. Your first month's salary has not been paid yet! "

Xuan Ji: "...thank you."

Wang Ze anxiously asked with a pale face, "What do you feel?"

"My blade." Zhichun said, "In a far place, sometimes sometimes... I have been chasing after that feeling, and I have chased it here. But I can't get in, and those swords are sealed in the wall by strong spells. ."

Sheng Lingyuan who sealed the tomb coughed dryly and rubbed the broken bamboo flute.

"I have no other thoughts in my heart, my memory is chaotic, I just vaguely feel that someone is looking for me, I want to return to him... I bumped back and forth among those tomb passages, yelling at them... But no one could hear them. The cold tomb path refused to let it go any further, and those sacrificial texts suddenly appeared in my heart..." Zhichun closed his eyes gently, "I..."