Daqin: I became a purple girl

Chapter 48 Black and White Xuanjian

Inside the inn, the mission to South Korea has been completed, and the mission is about to leave South Korea, when everyone is busy packing their luggage.

An invitation was delivered to Li Si's hands.

"Go back and inform the Fourth Young Master that Li Siding will go to the banquet."

Looking at the invitation in his hand, Li Si said calmly to the soldier who delivered the letter.

"Master Li, when I came here, I specially brought the young master's car. The Fourth Young Master has ordered me to drive the car for Mr. Li personally to show my sincerity."

"This..." Li Si hesitated for a moment, and then said to the Qin people who were packing their luggage: "You guys prepare here first, and we will leave together when I come back."

Not long after, the gorgeous carriage slowly drove out from the inn.

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To the southwest of Xinzheng, in a deserted courtyard, corpses were lying on the ground with warm blood, indicating that these people had just died.

In the inner hall of the courtyard, Wei Zhuang clenched his teeth and stared coldly in front of him.

A quarter of an hour later, the man who was kneeling on the ground slowly stood up in the moonlight.

Those who faced each other had too many words, and in the end they could only speak with swords.

Immediately, he fought with the night killers.

The Purple Girl's Blood Sword was swung continuously, each sword strike was powerful and heavy, with unparalleled power.

As soon as Zi Nu said this, she waved the bloody sword in her hand, causing the guqin on the table to shatter. A small bronze mirror shot out from the xylophone and went straight towards the black and white Xuanjian.

"Although there are not many baits, they can lead to real hunting targets. This is their greatest value." Mo Ya took a few steps forward and stopped three meters away from Wei Zhuang.

In Zilan Pavilion, Black and White Xuanjian came with the intention of killing Ying Zheng.

"Kengkeng...!"

She is dressed in black and is embellished with a few strands of black feathers on her shoulders, which should look like crow feathers.

The cold wind passed by and the dust was swept away, only to see a man with long hair shawl, holding a bloody sword in his hand, standing tall against the sky.

Dust covered his eyes, the world was in chaos, and the sound of the sword suddenly stopped.

It's stupid to persist, but it's hard to find an opponent. Not everyone in this world is worthy of Zi Nu drawing her sword.

The moonlight shines through the window and falls on Zi Nu's body. Her rapid breathing, due to the extreme moves, and her red cheeks under the churning of energy and blood, in the fluorescence, she looks like a fairy in the moon, pure and sacred.

At the same time, there were several silhouettes between the black and white Xuanjian swords overlapping each other, and the sword light came from all directions, intertwining into a cage of sharp blades to cover them up.

The black and white Xuanjian swords are intertwined, the body is like a spiral, and the starting hand is full of killing intent.

A sword is born for killing. It realizes emotions in killing, and finally turns into a death sword from hell.

This was the safe place in his heart. Feeling Wei Zhuang's cold murderous intent, a playful and dangerous expression appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Are you angry?"

With the clanging sound, the sword energy turned into a hurricane and swept out. The entire Zilan Pavilion collapsed in the wind transformed by the sword energy.

A sword forced the black and white Xuanjian back, and the figure retreated sharply. Then the sword style in his hand changed, like a butterfly, flying in the giant net woven by the death sword energy.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds more moves had passed, and Zi Nu's body had lost less than 30% of her true energy.

"This white sword has killed one hundred and fifty-four people in order to repay kindness." The two swords pointed at the ground, walking towards the purple girl step by step with the steps of the god of death.

In the dust, the man half-kneeling on the ground, the two swords out of his hands, and the blood flowing from his heart showed that the battle was over.

At the same time, Mo Ya also disappeared from the spot in an instant, and reappeared in front of Wei Zhuang.

The sword energy turned into a whirlwind and struck the vital parts of Zi Nu's body.

The spilled blood, the broken Zilanxuan, the two people in the confrontation seemed to have no feeling. The sword in their hands became tighter and tighter.

Zi Nu looked at everything in front of her and didn't make any move.

It seems that this is the only way to get rid of the unspeakable pain.

But in Mo Crow's eyes, these are just the flashbacks of a person's life before death.

"You are strong and worthy of my attack. But you are not who you are now."

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves were passed, and he fought hard and could not win for a long time. Zinu refused to fight for a long time, and then immediately changed her moves.

"Qi Jue Hall is already empty. When we came here, there were only these few people left. We didn't have much hope at first, but I didn't expect you to come!"

The crow symbolizes death in Korea and is the messenger of hell.

Zinu silently used the sword technique, forcing Black and White Xuanjian to retreat step by step, and was injured one after another by the bloody sword.

The bronze mirror fluttered, illuminating a weathered face under the bright white moonlight. The familiar sword marks on the face made the black and white Xuanjian feel familiar.

The shocking confrontation, the clanging sword sounds, intertwined into a long song of swords.

Wisps of murderous intent and sword intentions intertwined and collided in the air, playing a death movement.

The slightly trembling shark teeth showed that Wei Zhuang was extremely angry at this moment.

The moonlight behind him reflected the ghost-like figure, which was filled with terror and depression.

As he walked, he said: "In order to practice the strongest swordsmanship, countless people have been injured and disabled under the black and white swords. I have no enmity with you, but since you are also a swordsman, come and try my sword!"

"Are you Mo Crow?" Wei Zhuang said coldly, and a cold murderous aura lingered in the inner hall.

Mo Ya raised his foot and kicked aside a corpse lying on the ground. He looked at Wei Zhuang's angry eyes. Although his words were casual, his body was tense.

I know in my heart that the next step will be the final moment.

This is an instinctive reaction to danger as a killer for many years.

When the enemy advances, we will retreat, and when the enemy is exhausted, we will advance. The clouds are moving unsteadily, the water is flowing, the sword is hidden, and the word is hidden.

Winning or losing on the sword not only distinguishes superiority from inferiority, but also determines life and death.

"You have spent so much time on the night, but it is just in vain!" Wei Zhuang raised the shark tooth, placed it in front of his eyes, looked at the shiny sword body, and said coldly.

"Yeah?"

Zi Nu looked at Black and White Xuanjian, who was walking towards him step by step, filled with murderous intent, and said slowly: "My sword was snatched away. The former master was defeated by me, and his sword belongs to me. And from now on

From now on, your sword will also be in my hands and you will be famous all over the world."

Without giving in, he fought hard, and the sword energy surged out, like a wind knife, destroying everything around him.

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After Mo Ya finished speaking, he raised his hand and in an instant the entire courtyard was filled with people. Dozens of black-masked killers emerged from the darkness and pounced on Wei Zhuang.

A sword, an existence that does not belong to this world. Through constant understanding of battles, one can understand the way of heaven and earth.

The two people facing each other looked at each other coldly.

"I am indeed very angry. What I am angry about is that she actually guessed it. You who are so anxious to jump over the wall really attack Qi Juetang at this time. But after all, you are just humiliating yourself!"

Facing the siege, Wei Zhuang's eyes flashed, and the shark-tooth sword in his hand moved with his heart. He swung out the sword, and several sword energy pierced the air and forced Mo Crow back.

Immediately, he was filled with unspeakable pain and a splitting headache. The man, who looked like an evil ghost in the moonlight, fell to his knees, grabbing his head and banging it against the ground.

"This black sword has killed one hundred and thirty-six people for revenge." Black and white Xuanjian separated his hands. The black sword reflected the mottled marks on it under the moonlight, which were left by his former opponents.

imprint.

As a swordsman, I look forward to duels with strong men.

A tacit understanding emerged, and the two figures flew back instantly. The blood swords flew around, and the purple girl's power was fully raised. Suddenly, a huge peony flower suddenly appeared behind her. It was one of the seven stunning swords: Combing Kongbai.

Beautiful peony.

Black and white Xuanjian lowered his head and looked at the bleeding wound on his chest.

I didn't feel a trace of fear or pain, but instead an uncontrollable joy surged into my heart.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and with the last bit of strength, he raised his head and looked at the woman with blood hanging from the corner of her mouth and smiled!

Smiling happily and freely.

"Thank you! Xianxian, I'm here!"

(End of chapter)