Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

The blood dripped and dripped into the white porcelain cup carefully made by the craftsman. The koi at the bottom of the cup seemed to come alive, wagging its tail and cruising in the pool of blood.

After filling the cup half full, Fu Yaoguang handed the cup to Ling Chan.

Ling Chan responded inwardly, but the movements of her hands didn't follow her orders, she quickly took the cup and poured it into her mouth.

The warm liquid slipped into the throat, as if swallowing a mouthful of high-concentration spiritual energy, moistening her body violently, crushing Lingchan's original bottleneck like a bamboo.

The feeling of increased strength is so wonderful, at this moment, Ling Chan's spiritual energy and consciousness enveloped the entire palace, and she saw the subtle flaws in the formation that she couldn't see before.

Ling Chan took a deep breath.

Fu Yaoguang smiled slightly, and handed her his sword.

This is the sword of Fuyaoguang, and this is the sword of God Lord Yaoguang.

Ling Chan took the long sword.

The sword light was as bright as a frightened bird, like a swimming dragon. The bright light cut through the scene in front of him, revealing the shining formation runes underneath.

Only one sword.

A long and thin crack appeared on the formation.

Ling Chan frowned, and was about to unleash the sword again. Fu Yaoguang, who was sitting cross-legged on one side, said lightly, "Hold the sword with four fingers, sink the qi into the dantian, exert strength from the waist, and drive the shoulders."

Ling Chan did as she said.

Holding the sword with four fingers, sinking the dantian, exerting force on the waist, driving the shoulders...

"Elbow forward, chop horizontally."

Ling Chan held the sword in one hand, and swiped out with one stroke.

She cut off this illusion in the middle, the trees collapsed, the pillars of the house were broken, even the sky was slowly tilting, and they were all slowly disappearing.

The illusion will be broken.

Everyone who was cut by Jian Guang disappeared like a foam board, only a streamer of light flew from a distance.

Xue Xingchi stepped on the sword and said angrily, "What are you doing! Chanchan, this is your home!"

"It's not." Ling Chan said flatly.

"..." Xue Xingchi's face was extremely ugly, "If you don't want to marry me, I can promise you! Why did you do such a thing!"

Ling Chan didn't expect that Xue Xingchi was still indulging in this false illusion until this time.

"Xue Xingchi, you should wake up."

she frowned.

Xue Xingchi was taken aback, "...What did this person say to you!?"

He finally noticed Fu Yaoguang not far away, his furious expression suddenly calmed down a little, and he said indifferently: "Are you doing this for him?"

Xue Xingchi even laughed.

Then he drew up his sword, the long sword was like a swimming dragon, and slammed into Fu Yaoguang.

Ling Chan's expression turned serious, and she blocked Fu Yaoguang behind her.

"Wake up? I've always been sober!" Xue Xingchi said coldly, "You are the one who was confused by this man!"

He gritted his teeth, but softened his tone, "Chanchan, come to my side, I won't argue with you...I know it's not your fault."

This tone is very like a husband trying to restore his cheating wife.

Ling Chan's teeth became sour for a while, and she frowned, "Look around you, do you really think these are normal?"

The scenes that disappeared inch by inch, the collapsed sky... the palace with red walls and yellow tiles was distorted into a grotesque scene.

Ling Chan couldn't understand, how could Xue Xingchi turn a blind eye?
Hearing this, Xue Xingchi sized it up casually, and said annoyedly: "This world... has always been like this, it's ridiculous."

"Come here." He said coldly, the long sword in his hand sensed the master's intentions, humming in a low voice.

Ling Chan didn't move.

She stood in front of Fu Yaoguang with a horizontal sword, her gaze as sharp as a blade.

Xue Xingchi showed an extremely distorted smile, and raised his sword to attack.

Ling Chan went up to meet her.

But she found that Xue Xingchi's strength was too strong for her to parry.

"The formation is helping him," Fu Yaoguang seemed to understand her confusion, and explained for her: "This illusion has been broken, but the formation is still protecting Xue Xingchi."

Xue Xingchi's wish is to become the No.1 powerhouse, and the formation has fulfilled his wish, so of course Ling Chan can't beat him.

"At this time, are you still thinking about flirting?" Xue Xingchi's eyes became more condensed, and his movements were fierce.

It was a bit difficult for Chan to resist.

Xue Xingchi didn't care about fighting her at all, his eyes were all on Fu Yaoguang's body.

A fake move fooled Ling Chan, Xue Xingchi threw himself, and was about to hold Fu Yaoguang hostage.

Fu Yaoguang swayed and dodged.

He has body skills, but he has lost his spiritual power, so he can't compare with Xue Xingchi, who is protected by a formation. The second time, Xue Xingchi held it in his hand.

"Other people's wives, it's better to watch less."

Xue Xingchi gritted his teeth.

Fu Yaoguang's life was in Xue Xingchi's hands, but there was no fear on his face, "She is not your wife."

Ling Chan was furious, "What are you talking about at this time? Hurry up and break the formation! Get out of this damned illusion!"

"This is not an illusion!" Xue Xingchi interrupted Ling Chan angrily, "You were bewitched by this monster! I'll make you wake up!"

Xue Xingchi's eyes turned hard, he held the long sword in his hand, and stabbed it down heavily!
clang……

The monk's long sword collided with the skin of a mortal, making a crisp sound like the collision of gold and stone.

Fu Yaoguang's skin was not damaged at all.

Xue Xingchi's sword broke.

The unstoppable spirit sword, the sword of life that he placed in his dantian to nurture day by day, the spirit iron that accompanied him to kill countless monsters... broke.

Inch by inch disappeared in Xue Xingchi's gaze.

In his body, the spiritual energy that he was accustomed to accompanying day and night gradually disappeared from his body. He was like a funnel riddled with holes, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch any more.

Those auras quickly disappeared without a trace, as if they had never been there.

With a flash of his figure, Fu Yaoguang easily broke free from his restraint, and stood side by side with Ling Chan.

His strength returned.

And Xue Xingchi turned back to the mortal who had nothing.

He has no aura, no roots, and of course he doesn't have a childhood sweetheart, a fiancée who is about to become a real fruit.

At the state banquet that year, the emperor's uncle also saw that he liked Princess Yan, but he couldn't open his mouth to propose marriage for him.

That is the only daughter of Emperor Yan.

And he is human.

He doesn't deserve it.

He doesn't deserve it.

He doesn't deserve it.

The mortal fell from the sky, and the formation below shimmered like a monster with its bloody mouth wide open, waiting for its prey.

Fu Yaoguang made a decisive move, caught Xue Xingchi, and then put him among a group of mortals who were also rescued, and ignored him.

"There are seven people here, and there are quite a few people in the illusion." Ling Chan has seen the roster of all the missing people and is very familiar with everyone. She reported the names of the people who are still trapped in the illusion. Quantity, asked: "Next, shall we rescue them one by one?"

"I chased you into that illusion of yours." Fu Yaoguang said softly, "Their illusion is different from yours."

"Where is it different? Because there is someone like me who has not integrated in the whole process?"

Fu Yaoguang shook his head.

He pulled out the long sword, and when the blue iron was unsheathed, there was a soft roar like a dragon's chant, the sound was not loud, but it overwhelmed all the noises in the world.

Ling Chan unconsciously held her breath.

She saw the sword light pouring down like flowing water, the brilliance was dazzling; she saw Fu Yaoguang slash out with a sword, and the sword's edge passed by, invincible.

A sword is frosty, and the wind and snow are rolling.

It was an extremely cold sword, it was an extremely clear sword, it sliced ​​through a corner of the formation, the ignorant darkness was sliced ​​away by the bright sword light, and a city dweller fell from the sky lightly.

Fu Yaoguang made a decision, put the comatose city residents and the rescued people together and explained: "That's enough."

One sword is enough.