Da Qin: I became a purple girl

Chapter 48 Black and White Xuan Jian
Inside the post station, the task of going to South Korea has been completed, and the envoys are about to leave South Korea when everyone is busy packing their luggage.

An invitation was delivered to Li Si.

"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 delivering the letter.

"Master Li, when the villain came here, I specially brought the young master's car. The fourth young master has ordered that his subordinates must drive for Lord Li Si personally to show their sincerity."

"This..." Li Si hesitated for a moment, and then said to Qin Ren who was packing his luggage, "You guys make preparations here first, and leave together after I return."

Not long after, the gorgeous carriage slowly pulled out from the post station.

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

In the inner hall of the courtyard, Wei Zhuang held the shark's teeth tightly and stared at him coldly.

A black dress is decorated with a few black feathers on the shoulders, and its shape should be the feathers of a crow.

Crows symbolize death in Korea and are messengers of hell.

"You are the Black Crow?" Wei Zhuang said coldly, with a cold murderous aura lingering in the inner hall.

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

But these, in Mo Crow's eyes, are just the reflections of people before they die.

"The Qijue Hall is empty, and when we came here, there were only these few people left. I didn't expect much, but I didn't expect you to come!"

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

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

"You spend so much time on the night, it's just a waste of effort!" Wei Zhuang raised the shark's teeth, and looked at the bright sword, and said coldly.

"Although there are not many of these baits, they can attract real hunting targets. This is already their greatest value." Mo Ya took a few steps forward and stopped when he was three meters away from Wei Zhuang.

This is the safe place in his heart.Feeling Wei Zhuang's icy murderous intent, the corners of his mouth outlined a touch of playful danger: "Are you angry?"

"I'm indeed very angry. What I'm angry about is that she guessed it right. You guys who are so desperate to jump over the wall are really attacking Qijuetang at this time. But in the end, you are just asking for humiliation!"

"is it?"

After Mo Crow finished speaking, he raised his hand and suddenly the whole courtyard was crowded with people. Dozens of masked assassins from Heizi appeared from the darkness and rushed towards Wei Zhuang.

At the same time, Mo Ya also disappeared instantly, and reappeared in front of Wei Zhuang.

Facing the siege, Wei Zhuang's eyes froze, and the shark-toothed sword in his hand moved with his heart. With one swing of the sword, several sword qi pierced through the air to force Mo Crow back.

Immediately fought with the killers of the night.

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Inside Zilan Pavilion, Black and White Xuanjian came to kill Yingzheng with him.

The two confronting each other looked at each other coldly.

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

"You are very strong and worthy of my shot. But it is not you now."

Zi Nu fell to the ground with a word, and waved the bloody sword in her hand. The guqin on the table was broken, and a small bronze mirror shot out from the xylophone and went straight to the black and white Xuanjian.

The bronze mirror fluttered, and under the white moonlight, it revealed a vicissitudes of face. The familiar sword marks on the face made Black and White Xuan Jian feel a sense of familiarity.

Immediately there was an indescribable pain, a splitting headache, and the man who looked like a ghost in the moonlight fell to his knees, clutching his head and bumping it against the ground.

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

Zi Nu looked at everything in front of her, but didn't make any movements.

As a swordsman, look forward to a duel with the strong.

Winning or losing is judged on the sword, it is not only the winner, but also the decision of life and death.

It's stupid to insist, but the opponent is hard to find, not everyone in this world is worthy of Zi Nu's sword.

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

The moonlight behind him reflected the ghost-like person, which was terrifying and depressing.

"This black sword has killed 130 or six people for revenge." Black and white Xuan Jian separated his hands, and the black sword reflected the mottled marks on it under the moonlight, which were the marks left by former opponents.

"This white sword has killed 150 or four people in order to repay kindness." Pointing to the ground with both swords, he walked towards Zi Nu Xing step by step in the footsteps of the god of death.

While walking, he said: "In order to cultivate the strongest way of swordsmanship, there are countless disabled people under the black and white swords. I have no grievances with you, but since you are also a swordsman, come and try my sword!"

Zi Nu looked at the black and white Xuanjian who was approaching step by step, full of killing intent, and said slowly: "My sword, I snatched it. The former master was defeated by me, and his sword belongs to me. From now on From now on, your sword will also be held in my hands, and you will be famous all over the world."

A sword, born to kill.Realize emotions in killing, and finally turn into a dead sword from hell.

A sword, an existence that does not belong to this world, comprehends the way of heaven and earth in the constant comprehension and battle.

Those who confront each other already have too many words, and in the end they can only speak with swords.

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

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

Zi Nu's blood sword swung repeatedly, each sword was powerful and incomparable.

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

The shocking confrontation, the resounding sound of swords intertwined into a long song of swords.

The spilled blood, the shattered Zilan Xuan, the two people in the confrontation seemed to be indifferent.The sword in his hand became tighter and tighter.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of tricks have passed, and they fought hard and fought hard for a long time.Zi Nu refused to fight for a long time, and immediately changed her tactics.

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

If the enemy advances, we will retreat; if the enemy is exhausted, we will advance.Moving clouds are uncertain, flowing water is endless, hiding the sword's power, and hiding the word.

Zi Nu ran the sword art silently, forcing Black and White Xuan Jian to step backwards, and was injured by blood swords one after another.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves have passed, and Zi Nu's true energy in her body is already less than [-]%.

Knowing that the next step is the moment of the final move.

With a tacit understanding, the figures of the two flew back in an instant, the bloody sword flew in the air, the purple girl's power was fully raised, and a huge peony flower suddenly appeared behind her.It is one of the stunning seven swords: combing empty and white peony.

The moonlight shines through the window and falls on Zi Nu's body. She breathes rapidly, and because of her extreme moves, her cheeks are flushed with qi and blood. In the fluorescent light, she looks like a fairy in the moon, pure and holy.

At the same time, the black and white Xuanjian swords overlapped, and the figures were separated, and the sword lights came from all directions, interweaving into a sharp-edged cage to conceal the killing.

"Keng Keng...!"

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

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

The cold wind passed by, and the dust was swept away, but I saw a man with long hair and a shawl, holding a blood sword in the moonlight, standing upright.

In the dust, the man half kneeling on the ground, the two swords out of his hands, and the blood flowing from his heart, indicate that the battle has come to an end.

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

I didn't feel a trace of fear or pain, but an uncontrollable joy welled up in my heart.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and with the last bit of strength he looked up, he looked at the woman with blood hanging from the corner of her mouth and smiled!
Smiling very happily, very free and easy.

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

(End of this chapter)