Chu Qingxiao thought about how they would meet again in countless dreams.
Or at a lively gathering, you can recognize each other at a glance.
Or one afternoon, she suddenly opened the door and walked into his room.
Or maybe he finally ascended to the identity of Qingque Peak and came to him.
But no matter what kind of reunion it is, it should not be in this way.
It seemed too hasty and too caught off guard.
Chu Qingxiao froze on the spot.
He looked at the girl.
Yes, it's a girl.
Although Zhao Nianshuang should be twenty-eight years old today.
But her appearance doesn't seem to have changed much compared to twelve years ago. High-level monks do have ways to maintain their appearance.
But few people will stop their appearance at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
She didn't seem to have changed at all, but she seemed to have changed a lot.
There was no trace of the cowardice on her face that Chu Qingxiao was familiar with in the past. She looked terrifyingly calm, even if she was facing the reincarnation of a god.
The purple divine sword inspired by her was suspended in mid-air, and purple halos washed away from the sword. Immediately, the flying swords inspired by Nangong Yunfu began to tremble slightly, and the sword emitted There were bursts of sword sounds that sounded like mournful wails.
Nangong Yunfu's expression changed, and she seemed to have noticed something unusual.
He frowned, and all the sword intent in his body surged out, attaching to the thousand flying swords.
But the injection of such majestic sword intent did not change the situation of those flying swords at all.
The trembling around Feijian became more intense, and a mournful sword cry continued to sound, and as the purple halo around the purple sword blade continued to spread, the sword cry became more intense and mournful.
These intelligent swords seemed to be struggling against something at that time.
But from those mournful sword sounds, it can be felt that this kind of resistance seems to have little effect.
Nangong Yunfu's face became increasingly ugly. She felt that these spiritual swords seemed to be getting out of her control...
This is something incredible.
You must know that most of the spiritual swords in Tianxuan Mountain were inspired by her personally. In a sense, she is the mother of these spiritual swords. Their spirituality is linked to her, and this link is extremely strong.
But now, this kind of thing is being destroyed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even with the perspective of Nangong Yunfu who has lived for hundreds of years, it is difficult to understand how all of this happened.
She had no countermeasures for a moment, and could only continue to stimulate the sword intent in her body, trying to suppress the opponent's strange ability with pure power.
But she soon realized that her idea was too naive.
This is when something about Zhao Nianshuang suddenly lights up with purple light.
The power around the purple divine sword suddenly became stronger at this moment.
As this energy poured out, the sound of the swords that Nangong Yunfu controlled became even more mournful.
The next moment, one of the spiritual swords seemed to be unable to resist the erosion of purple energy. A little purple color emerged from the sword's body. In just a blink of an eye, the sword's body was completely covered by purple light.
Then its sword body turned, and the blade was pointed at Nangong Yunfu.
Nangong Yunfu's face suddenly turned pale.
And this seems to be just the beginning of everything.
As the first spirit sword turned the horse's head, more spirit swords began to be eroded by the purple energy. They trembled violently with unwillingness, but they still could not escape the fate of the sword body gradually being dyed purple, and then they all began to turn purple. Turning his head, he turned the sword edge and pointed it at Nangong Yunfu.
And every defection of the spirit sword made Nangong Yunfu's face pale.
Until all the blades were eroded, at that moment, the last trace of blood on Nangong Yunfu's face suddenly disappeared. She took a few steps back, spitting out a mouthful of bloody sword, and fell to the ground.
"You...what are you?" She looked at the girl in front of her in horror and asked loudly.
She could clearly feel that the other party did not snatch the ownership of these spiritual swords from her hands through the suppression of strength.
Rather, it was an extremely strange power that suppressed her at the level of rules and forcibly severed the connection between her and the spiritual sword.
But as a god, even if she has been reincarnated, her power is wrapped in divinity. This should be the most powerful level of power in the world. Nangong Yunfu has never heard of anyone who can surpass this power...
etc.
She suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the other person again with her eyes widened, her eyes filled with unconcealable fear at that time.
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Chu Qingxiao and Meng Jin also saw this scene in their eyes.
Meng Jin didn't know Zhao Nianshuang's identity, but was surprised that this young girl had such powerful power. She was even more worried about what would happen to her younger brother if Nangong Yunfu lost. When he raised his throat.
But Chu Qingxiao still hasn't come back to his senses.
Still standing there blankly, looking at the girl with cold eyebrows.
"The power of the gods comes from stealing the creation of heaven and earth the day after tomorrow. It is a matter of course that they are vulnerable to the real gods." Zhao Nianshuang said coldly.
Her voice was very soft, and her tone was low, with a sense of superior pressure, and the look she looked at Nangong Yunfu was as cold as if she was looking down at an ant.
Nangong Yunfu's face became even more ugly.
"You shouldn't have gone into this muddy water." Zhao Nianshuang said again,
His tone was calm, as if he was sighing, but also as if he was giving Nangong Yunfu the final judgment.
After she said this, the purple light in her eyes became even brighter. At the same time, the spiritual swords controlled by her that were resisting the strange purple light turned into streams of light and flew towards their former masters.
As for Nangong Yunfu, who was forcibly cut off from the spiritual sword, her mind was severely damaged. Her breath was unstable at the moment, and she was unable to resist the flying swords all over the sky.
Seeing this scene, Chu Qingxiao finally came to his senses.
He suddenly took a step forward and shouted at Zhao Nianshuang: "Nian Shuang, no!!!"
As soon as these words came out, Meng Jin's heart trembled and she looked at Chu Qingxiao in astonishment. Only then did she realize that this strange girl was the childhood sweetheart that Chu Qingxiao had longed for.
Although she was surprised, there was also a burst of joy in her heart. It was Zhao Nianshuang. With Chu Qingxiao's relationship with her, he could at least make the other party stop. Maybe her brother's crisis today could be turned around.
After Zhao Nianshuang heard Chu Qingxiao's voice, as she expected, she suddenly stopped the flying sword in her hand and turned her head to look in the direction of Chu Qingxiao.
She glanced at Chu Qingxiao under Chu Qingxiao's expectant gaze, then she opened her mouth and spoke softly.
"Noisy."
puff!
The next moment, Chu Qingxiao felt a terrible force hit his body, and his body suddenly flew several feet away until he hit the mountain behind him.
But Zhao Nianshuang didn't even glance at Chu Qingxiao who flew out, and turned around to activate the flying sword again.
So countless purple flying swords rushed towards Nangong Yunfu at this moment...
