I Became the Villain’s Pendant

Deep in the woods, there was a faint sound of wind chanting.

The invisible aura forms a closed ring, which closes the surroundings tightly. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. There is no life around, only the rustling of the branches and leaves, and the sound of the wind rolling fine sand. The shadows are like floating ghosts.

In the boundless darkness, there was a ray of sword light that pierced the night, and the sharp white light flowed from the blade, the sword body trembling faintly, the light became more and more, as if it was ready to go, about to break free from the sheath, and made a low creak.

It is the Wanqiu sword.

Shao Bai sat cross-legged on the ground, Wan Qiu Jian back on his sword, the ordinary ancient sword in the day, seemed to feel something at this moment, more and more restless.

There is a familiar breath, approaching it.

Step by step, Yin Xuezhuo walked slowly to Shao Xin's side. Five fingers were bent into a grasp and placed over the Wanqiu sword. The nails grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black veins on the back of the hand floated, as if flowing inside him. Rich magical energy.

The spiritual energy around Wanqiujian became more and more vigorous, and the spell that Shaobai had placed in advance was vulnerable to a blow from the divine soul. Standing not far away, Ji Yan saw the golden spell floating on the sheath gradually fade. It seemed that it was about to fail.

After all, Yin Xuezhuo was one with Wan Qiujian.

No one is more familiar with this sword than him, in the world, and no one can more sense the existence of Yin Xuezhuo than this sword.

Yin Xuezhuo's eyelashes drooped slightly, her palms gradually tightened, her face was gloomy and watery, her long hair behind her was blown by the wind, and her black robe slammed.

There was only a clear cry, the spell suddenly shattered, and the Wanqiu sword broke out of its sheath and floated in the air. The sword light was more dazzling than the moonlight, and it instantly illuminated the world.

The white light was dazzling, and Ji Yan couldn't help raising his hand to cover his eyes. Just when he raised his hand, he heard Yin Xuezhuo scream, "Ji Yan!"

The sword swung around in the air, then suddenly turned its direction, piercing towards Ji Yan.

Just as I pierced her last time!

Ji Yan opened his eyes wide, and he had no time to react when he heard Yin Xuezhuo's voice. There was a buzz in his brain, and the blood all over his body suddenly rushed to the brain, completely losing the ability to move.

Damn it!

Why is she again! Why does this sword always target her!

She doesn't seem to offend it, right? !

Ji Yan opened her eyes wide. At this moment, she even thought about it. For a while, she wanted to scold the dog and the system didn't remind her, and then she began to worry about Yin Xuezhuo. His strength has not recovered. If she is half dead, he can still hold it.

? No, if she gets hurt again this time, she will definitely not survive, right?

Can not hide past the first day of the first year, but not the fifteenth.

God, why did you want to play with her! ! !

Ji Yan's pupils shrank slightly, looking at the sword flying towards her, his heartbeat stopped, and at this moment, a tall figure stood in front of her.

Yin Xuezhuo's speed was faster than the sword, turning into a cloud of black energy, instantly covering her, her palm was facing the sharp point of the sword, and she was pierced, and a blood mark was visible in the bone. He sneered sullenly. With a sound, without moving the palm of his hand, the sword pierced into his palm fiercely, but it was difficult to move forward.

Ji Yan: "..."

She saw her scalp numb.

Yin Xuezhuo's hands are not made of iron. Does he really hurt? She could see her heart beating violently, and her palm felt so severely painful that she almost suffocated. Red blood dripped from Yin Xuezhuo's palm, which was blown into a mist of blood by the cold wind, and her body was covered with blood when she was shrinking in his arms.

"Yin Xuezhuo." She pulled his sleeves flusteredly, her voice trembling unconsciously, "You, don't you..."

Nothing else? Don't block the sword for her?

Suddenly Ji Yan didn't know what to say, her brain was in a mess. She felt that she should be calm now, but she was also very scared.

Without looking back, he said coldly: "Shut up." It seems that he also remembered that she would hurt. He no longer stood in a stalemate. As soon as the voice fell, his body turned into a black mist, he pierced out from behind her, and directly grasped the sword. With a strong stroke on the hilt of the sword, the sword was stained with his blood, and the light became more dazzling, but it seemed like he didn't like being held by Yin Xuezhuo in his hand, and struggled frantically.

Yin Xuezhuo sneered, "That person hasn't woken up yet, do you think you can kill me this time?"

Wan Qiu Jian buzzed twice, as if he was very unwilling, and suddenly rotated three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, and broke free of his hand.

Wan Qiu Jian stayed in the air for a while, the buzzing sound became louder and louder, as if he was angry, suddenly countless sword lights changed, shooting towards Yin Xuezhuo from all directions.

In the end it is the ancient divine sword. The blade is condensed into a blade, enough to cut off countless giant trees around. Surrounded by the sound of giant trees crashing to the ground, dust is flying, Ji Yanxian avoids it with the technique of the air, and chokes. His face was dusty.

That one monster and one sword fought fiercely.

Yin Xuezhuo was far stronger than she had imagined. He was clearly wounded so badly that it could not be transformed, but now he is still able to hold back the Qiujian without losing the wind.

Compared with Yin Xuezhuo’s thick black demon aura, Wan Qiujian’s aura is absolutely deserted, and is similar to the demon’s temper.

Birth, black and white blend, and everyone is not pleased.

Yin Xuezhuo spread out the huge butterfly wings behind her, her ten fingers became extremely sharp, and her fingertips scratched across the body of Wanqiu Sword. She did not constrain her strength at all, and countless devilish energy spread out, like hell. Goblin crawling out.

The blood on his hand was still flowing continuously, and the corners of his lips also overflowed, and his face became as bright as jade, and his red lips were dazzling.

Even so, he still grasped the blade of Wan Qiu Jian with his hands without knowing the pain, the dark red blood dyed the black robe dark red, and he laughed with interest, "It's been more than three hundred years, but nothing Grow, idiot."

Wan Qiu Jian: "!"

Yin Xuezhuo: "As long as there is a bit of promise, it will not fall into the hands of that fool."

Wan Qiu Jian: "!!!"

Yin Xuezhuo glanced at Shaobai, and finally said the harshest ridicule, "A fool matches a fool, and they match."

Wan Qiujian: "!!!"

Wan Qiu Jian, who was ridiculed for not taking advantage of it, became more irritable. From the beginning, when he was unsheathed, he was arrogant and cold, and gradually turned into a crazy sword. No matter if it was violently scratched at Yin Xuezhuo, It's like a pinch of a market shrew.

Yin Xuezhuo irritated it, but instead he showed a smile that didn't doubt his good intentions. The smile was very ugly, and it almost read "I just look down on you, I will give you a hammer".

Ji Yan: "..." She looked stupid.

Didn’t you just come and have a look? Why did this sword and one demon strike? Will Yin Xuezhuo die if he doesn't pretend to be forced? Does he know he is bleeding? !

Ji Yan felt a pain in the palm of her palm, but I don’t know if it was because of Yin Xuezhuo’s blood falling all over her body. The pain did not take away her mind at this moment. It was more of a numb feeling. Ji Yan held his hand. , I feel the internal organs are also colic.

It's too uncomfortable.

Yin Xuezhuo is so uncomfortable, but he still looks very calm and comfortable. On the contrary, it makes Wan Qiujian fight like a primary school student. Ji Yan really wants to complain about him-this person will die if he fails, she will believe him later. There are ghosts.

After the attack, one sword and one demon seemed to be overwhelmed. Yin Xuezhuo's face became paler and more transparent, and the sword didn't have the murderous aura at the beginning.

Wan Qiu Jian is actually very clever. It knows that there is no Shao Bai holding the sword. It is impossible for it to kill Yin Xuezhuo now, so it wants to turn its head and target Ji Yan countless times, but it is interrupted by Yin Xuezhuo every time. Up.

Yin Xue's burning tongue can make the other party crazy, especially the contemptuous look in his eyes.

It's also very capable of just putting "you're a ball on a horse" on your face and making a sword aura like this.

The final fight ended because of Shao Bai's movement.

Realizing that Shaobai was about to come out of the illusion, Yin Xuezhuo's eyes were deep, and she didn't want to continue to entangle with Wan Qiu Jian, Wan Qiu Jian also stopped, hanging on a tree for a while, Ji Yan did not blink. Looking at this sword, I always felt that this sword was relieved, as if it actually didn't want to hit it a long time ago, it was just because of face bitterness and Yin Xuezhuo's fight.

Ji Yan: The temper of this sword is also familiar.

If this is what she thinks, is Yin Xuezhuo's bad temper learned from Wan Qiujian? Sure enough, education from an early age is indispensable, and it has been affecting this generation in vain, which is simply a crime.

Ji Yan was still slandering, so Yin Xuezhuo picked him up and ran away quickly.

He took her back to the city. Ji Yan left there unscathed. He still feels dreaming. Yin Xuezhuo glanced at her coldly. Maybe it was because he had just beaten Wanqiujian, his eyes It was cold, as if returning to the time when I didn't like her again, "A sword is a mere sword, why don't you worry about it."

As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly snorted, and a few drops of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, and his lips were dyed red and glaring.

Ji Yan: "Damn, can you stop pretending, it's all bleeding."

See if this face is hit, it doesn't make any noise.

Ji Yan sighed and took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, trying to wipe the blood from his lips. He was still a little confused. I don’t know why, but now he is vomiting blood. She actually doesn’t hurt at all. It doesn’t feel like Simply injured.

Before his finger touched him, Yin Xuezhuo suddenly took a step back, his eyes suddenly became very red, and the wings behind him appeared again.

Ji Yan:? ? ?

She stared behind him in a daze, the little girl's black and white eyes were round and round, Yin Xuezhuo turned her head, saw her wings, and fell silent.

He later realized that he retracted his wings and lowered his head. Ji Yan stood on his toes and smeared the blood on his face and lips, frowning and said: "What's the matter with you..."

Yin Xuezhuo didn't say a word.

He changed his previous arrogance, his dark and moist eyes looked at her, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Ji Yan became more and more puzzled.

However, the most urgent matter is to leave here quickly. Ji Yan put away the veil, hugged his waist and said: "Yin Xuezhuo, let's go back first."

After speaking, just wait for him to take her to fly.

After waiting for a long time, Yin Xuezhuo stood still.

Moving, his dark eyes looked at her, speechless, and looked at each other in silence.

One second.

Two seconds.

It was extremely quiet all around, only the wind and falling leaves.

Ji Yan was stunned, "Why don't you leave?"

His body stiffened, and after a while, he pulled her off his body, reached out his hand to hold her soft palm, and said uncomfortably: "Go back."

Go back?

Do you know how big Liuhua City is when you step on horseback, just say go back?

Ji Yan was stunned again, staring at him for a long time, and finally said with a serious face: "Yin Xuezhuo."

"Did you pretend to be too much, and now you can't use spells?"

The author has something to say: Ji Yan: I really convinced you.

Today is Yin Xiaozhuo, a young man in society.