What the hell is this person doing? Why separate the sword body? Isn't this cutting off one's limbs? Ever since the man in black forcibly stripped the two powers from the sword, the sword in front of him no longer had the ability to break through his defense.
Although Lin Xiaojie had doubts in his heart, he did not relax his vigilance. His fists shrouded in golden light could not help but be clenched tightly.
Seeing his blank look, the man in black joked: "It seems that you still don't understand that you are about to be in disaster. It doesn't matter, just let me unveil the prelude to your death."
The "sun" and "moon" hanging on both sides of the man in black gradually distorted, turning into a light sword with golden light and a dim dark sword respectively.
The man in black moved, clenched the lightsaber with both hands, raised it high, and the powerful and domineering sword energy penetrated the dark clouds and fell with a crash.
Lin Xiaojie couldn't dodge, so he had to raise his hands to catch the sword energy. The moment the two came into contact, Lin Xiaojie's feet sank, and the ground beneath his feet cracked instantly.
The aftermath of the sword energy swept across the entire battlefield, and all the surrounding trees fell down, leaving a mess.
Lin Xiaojie concentrated all his strength on his right hand and quickly pushed away the sword energy. He heard a bang, the ground shook slightly under his feet, and an abyss appeared beside him.
"The sword is hidden in the sword. The lightsaber in your hand contains a lot of Yang energy. It must be caused by absorbing the sun's rays for a long time. You really hide it deeply." Lin Xiaojie praised without hesitation.
"You talk too much." The man in black put the lightsaber aside, and the dark sword on one side flew into his hand.
"This dark sword must have absorbed the power of the moonlight. Just in time, let me compare with you to see whether your sword is sharper or my mountains are stronger." Lin Xiaojie held up the sky with his right palm, surrounded by dust , stones gathered in his palm.
In a moment, a mountain peak hundreds of feet high hung above Lin Xiaojie's head. He waved his right palm forward, and the mountain peak crashed in the direction of the man in black.
clang!
The dark sword energy struck the mountain peak, making a sound of metal collision. The black sword energy only blocked the mountain peak for a few breaths, and then completely shattered.
The man in black felt a huge boulder hit him head-on. He was knocked away by the mountain peak, leaving a trail of blood in the air. He fell to the ground and rolled dozens of feet before stopping.
The two swords suspended in the air were swept together, and the three swords fell together next to the man in black. Blood beads soaked the black mask. The man in black lay on the ground with his legs in the air, extremely embarrassed.
"It's been a long time since I've had such a high-intensity battle. Next, I'll let you see the true power of 'Rage'." Bright red blood flowed from the body of the man in black.
Lin Xiaojie held the mountain high, and he, who originally had the advantage, felt uneasy in his heart.
The flying blood energy was sucked into the sword body by the two swords of light and darkness. The man in black suddenly stood up, with blood energy floating in the corners of his eyes. He held a sword in each hand and raised it above his head. With a clang, they unexpectedly came together.
"After all, ordinary swords cannot fully carry divine objects. Let's show off." The man in black leaned sideways, his left hand hanging by his side, his right hand holding the hilt of the sword, and the sword's edge pointed directly at Lin Xiaojie.
Especially the pair of bloody pupils were extremely frightening.
Not far away, a young man came with his feet in the breeze and shouted: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, don't run away, I will eat you tonight."
A white rabbit jumped up and down, shuttled through the tree trunks. It jumped with all its limbs and jumped into the battlefield. It remained motionless in front of the man in black and Lin Xiaojie.
The honest young man bent over, raised his arms slightly above his abdomen, with his palms facing the ground, approached cautiously, used his feet hard, jumped forward, and successfully caught the white rabbit in his hands.
The honest young man grabbed two fluffy rabbit ears with one hand and pointed at the white rabbit that was still struggling with its four legs with the other hand. He chuckled and said, "I finally caught you. Let's see how you can still run away."
After speaking, he pointed his finger on the white rabbit's head. The white rabbit's head tilted, its legs slowly dropped, and it stopped struggling.
Just as he took a few steps forward and was about to leave, he first tilted his head to look at Lin Xiaojie, then turned to look at the man in black.
"What are you doing?" The honest young man put his palms on his chest and pointed at the two of them, pretending to be confused.
The man in black did not answer, his scarlet blood pupils gradually faded away, and the two swords of light and dark in his palm separated and were held together in his palm.
Lin Xiaojie took off his golden clothes and armor, and the mountain peaks on his palms gradually disappeared. Just as he was about to speak, the honest young man immediately turned around, stretched out his palms in front of him, and said, "You go your own way, I will handle this matter."
Lin Xiaojie nodded, turned around and left.
Seeing that Lin Xiaojie had walked away, the two swords in the hands of the man in black fell off, and the sharp sword blades penetrated the ground. He collapsed to the ground in despair, unable to stand up.
The honest young man walked over helplessly, sat down on the ground, and asked softly: "You don't blame me, do you?"
The man in black slowly pulled off his mask, revealing his harmless scholarly temperament, and said expressionlessly: "Everyone is gone, so what's the use of blaming you?"
"The Origin of Wood has the effect of detoxifying and maintaining youth forever, but she has already missed the best treatment period. Even if you get the Origin of Wood, it will be difficult to exert its true effect." The honest young man patiently enlightened.
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Wu Yuanxiao covered his heart with his hand, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and said with firm eyes: "Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will give it a try."
Seeing that it was difficult to persuade him, the honest young man stood up and asked: "I don't understand your love affairs. Is her condition really so serious now?"
Wu Yuanxiao clenched his fists, lowered his head and said nothing.
"Forget it, forget it." The honest young man waved as he walked: "I still want to roast game for Master. Time is tight so I won't chat with you. I'm leaving."
Not long after the honest young man left, a smooth and white pill rolled down in front of Wu Yuanxiao's eyes.
At the foot of the mountain, smoke was curling up. Feng Lan was sitting on a tree stump. The warm firelight shone on his face. The silver-haired boy picked up the firewood beside him and put it into the mouth of the stove.
Luo Yuan rested his chin on his hand and sat alone on the stone bench next to the stone table, looking very worried.
Zi Yang found an earthen jar in the room that was covered with dust and cobwebs. He walked out of the room with the earthen jar in his arms and used clean water to clean the dirt inside and outside the earthen jar.
He placed the earthen pot on the stone table, sat aside, and retracted his red hands into his cuffs.
Feng Lan sat in front of the stove, with his back to the two of them, and asked optimistically: "To the west of the town is a quicksand desert, to the east is the vast sea, and to the north and south are vast forests. If one day, the three of us can get out of the town , which way do you choose to go first?"
Luo Yuan and Zi Yang looked at each other but did not answer him.
After a while, Feng Lan turned around and said with a smile: "It's okay. Luo Yuan goes up the mountain to chop wood all day long. There is no credit but hard work, so let him choose first."
Luo Yuan was smiling after hearing this, but Feng Lan's words after that made the smile on his face gradually solidify.
Feng Lan blinked at Zi Yang and said with an undiminished smile: "We brothers will let him choose a better route once, so as to prevent him from being unable to get out and turning back again, haha."
Luo Yuan slapped the stone table, glared at the silver-haired boy, and said without fear: "Humph! I choose the most difficult desert in the west."
"Don't force yourself too hard," Feng Lan joked.
Luo Yuan said seriously: "It's just a few piles of sand, there's no need to force it."
"That's good." Feng Lan glanced at Ziyang and said, "Ziyang is a landlubber. He will never choose the water route. But I happen to be familiar with water, so I took the water route."
Luo Yuan asked tentatively: "You don't really want to leave the town, do you?"
Feng Lan turned her back to him and said excitedly: "When you are alive, you must always look forward. As long as you are strong enough, you can protect what you want to protect and live without regrets."
Luo Yuan looked at the yearning young man and warned, "Zi Yang, don't listen to his nonsense, let alone think about leaving the town."
Zi Yang looked at him with innocent eyes, neither agreeing nor objecting.
"Hey?! What nonsense am I talking about? What I said are all facts." Feng Lan turned around and defended.
Luo Yuan took a deep breath and said seriously: "You are the only one who still wants to leave here. Stop dreaming."
Feng Lan turned around angrily and stopped arguing with him. She was still unconvinced and said: "It's not necessarily that you are any better than me. You hit people in a different way."
Ziyang smelled the fragrance wafting in the air and walked over with the cleaned earthenware pot in his arms. Just as he was about to lift the lid, Feng Lan took the earthenware pot from his hand and reminded: "The fish soup is very hot. I’d better do it.”
He had guessed Ziyang's little thoughts from the moment he rinsed the earthen pots.
Feng Lan picked up the wooden ladle and scooped the boiled fish soup into the earthen pot. Finally, she stared at the young man and joked: "That old man is a smart man. Come back quickly after delivering the fish soup. Don't let anyone give you away." Abducted."
Zi Yang nodded with a smile, walked to the fence with the earthen pot in his arms, waved to Luo Yuan and said, "You guys eat first, I will be back soon, don't worry."
Luo Yuan came outside the fence, raised his arm and pointed at the small black figure under the night, looked at Feng Lan, and said in surprise: "It's so late, isn't he bringing fish soup to that little girl?"
Hua Yao has been with Zi Yang these days, which will inevitably make him, the older brother, suspicious.
Feng Lan extinguished the flame under the stove and gave him a disgusted look, "I don't know anything, I'm still guessing here, I'm 70 or 80 years old, and you call me a little girl."
The silver-haired boy walked into his room.
Luo Yuan's mouth opened slightly in confusion, and he stood there stunned for a long time. It was not until Feng Lan walked out of the room with a smooth peach wood sword in his hand that he figured out the whereabouts of the peach branch.
Feng Lan threw the peach wood sword towards Luo Yuan who was in a daze. The latter waved his hand and held the hilt of the sword. He looked carefully at the word Feng Lan engraved on both sides of the sword, then turned the hilt over and looked at the other sword. Engraved on the body is Ziyang.
"Feng Lan, promise me not to leave the town with Zi Yang." Luo Yuan gritted his teeth and held back the tears in his eyes. He walked straight to his room with a mahogany sword in his hand, and immediately closed the door tightly, tears dripping down his face. On the mahogany sword.
Feng Lan looked at Luo Yuan who was acting uncharacteristically, and for a moment, he was a little confused.
