There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

Before Lin Shimei finished speaking, she was severely interrupted by Yin Shiming, with her mouth open, saying no, and no saying no.

Yin Shiming's tone was a little slow, and said: "I know who Miss Long is. Don't worry, I won't let her plot against her."

"Oh......"

This is the end of Yin Shiming's words, and Lin Shimei has nothing to say, so she answered in a muffled voice, and stopped talking.

The two walked out of Ye Li's courtyard and rushed towards the Dao Court. When they were about to arrive, a black shadow flew past the two of them with a whoosh, and disappeared into the Dao Court. The man saw nothing.

Lin Shimei was taken aback, stuck out her tongue, and yelled dissatisfiedly: "What a rude person, isn't it just that he has a higher level of cultivation, and he is not afraid of bumping into people when he flies so fast. Hmph, I really don't know which sect he is from." So uneducated."

"Don't talk too much, be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth."

Yin Shiming glared at her, and the two continued to fly. It seemed that what happened just now was just a small episode, and neither of them took it to heart.

Returning to the auditorium, the people of Mingyue Palace were relieved to see Lin Shimei returned safely, and one after another stepped forward to greet her, asking where she had gone.

Lin Shimei responded vaguely, and made up a nonsense reason, but did not dare to tell her purpose and experience, so the matter was over.

As soon as Yin Shiming came back, his attention was immediately on the court, and his almond eyes were even wider, staring at a certain guy.

In the arena, Mo Ming seemed to be aware of something, suddenly raised his head to look at the auditorium, happened to meet his gaze, and blinked playfully.

Yin Shiming snorted coldly, and was about to turn his head away, but suddenly his expression changed, and he shouted: "Be careful!"

Mo Mingxin turned his head slightly, and a silver glow passed by his ear, taking away a few strands of hair.

The beautiful eyes turned and looked at Ruan Jianxin who was opposite, and saw her staring at Mo Mingxin with a cold expression, and the depths of her eyes were full of resentment.

"Now it's a contest between me and you, why can't you focus on me!"

Ruan Jianxin said angrily.

Mo Mingxin blinked and smiled sweetly: "It's my fault, I hope Miss Ruan won't take offense."

"Humph!"

Ruan Jianxin snorted coldly, his body was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Mo Mingxin. He stabbed Mo Mingxin's shoulder with a sword, but was easily dodged. The two stuck together immediately.

"Don't call me Miss Ruan! How long are you going to pretend!" Ruan Jianxin looked directly into Mo Mingxin's eyes and whispered, "Is it fun to lie to me and tease me?"

Mo Mingxin was stunned for a moment, showing his white teeth, and said with a smile: "Jian Xin, I still think you are cute when you are usually dull, but now you have become so smart, I really don't know how to deal with it. "

Ruan Jianxin's eyes trembled, his expression suddenly became cold, the sword soul in his hand suddenly dropped, quickly drew a beautiful arc in the air, and shot towards Mo Mingxin's back with the sound of piercing through the air.

Mo Mingxin didn't even look at him, he pulled Ruan Jianxin out of balance with one hand, and stretched out the other hand at the same time.

The sword soul seemed to be controlled by her, just happened to fall into her hands, and was held by her.

The sword soul in his hand trembled constantly, as if he was struggling, and let out a sharp and ear-piercing sword chant, and the silver light on the sword became more and more intense.

Ruan Jianxin turned over and regained his footing. With a move of his consciousness, the sword soul got the instruction and immediately struggled violently. The sharp sword energy erupted from the sword, forcing Mo Mingxin to let go of his hand.

Mo Mingxin let go of the sword soul and looked down at his hands.The tender and jade-like hands were covered with thin scars, and the bright red blood flowed out, falling to the ground bit by bit.

Ruan Jianxin took back the sword soul, and when he saw that Mo Mingxin was injured, guilt flashed in his eyes, but it was replaced by firmness.

Mo Mingxin put down his hands, and couldn't help but admired: "As expected of the sword soul, it is comparable to the power of a magic weapon, and it is indeed a rare sharp weapon."

"Soul of the Sword is more than that simple, I will let you see its more incredible side."

Ruan Jianxin said firmly, raised the soul of the sword in his hand, and pulled a sword flower. The sword slowly broke away from Ruan Jianxin's control and floated up by itself. At the same time, the surrounding atmosphere also changed accordingly.

The sharp sword energy centered on the sword soul, covering the two of them like a hood, forming an isolated space, filled with a heavy atmosphere.

Mo Mingxin looked around for a while, and his expression was a little surprised: "Unexpectedly, Jianxin, you can do this step. Integrating emotions into the sword, and then forming a space of absolute control with sword energy, this has already involved the law of heaven. It's working, amazing."

"Just feel it, my feelings!"

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The sword radiance exploded, and the silver color filled the entire space of sword energy, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

Mo Mingxin narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand to cover his eyes, but kept his spiritual sense out, always paying attention to Ruan Jianxin's movements.

But soon she found that her attention was a little unnecessary, Ruan Jianxin didn't move at all.

——It took so much effort to create this space, but you don't plan to attack?What is this natural daze thinking?

Mo Mingxin couldn't help wondering, although she could understand Ruan Jianxin's sword a little, but she didn't know about the Love Sword, and she didn't know what Ruan Jianxin realized from it, so she was really confused when dealing with it.

However, after a while, some emotions rising deep in her heart caught her attention.

Missing every day and night, repressed in my heart, unspeakable emotions, alone loneliness... In a trance, Mo Mingxin seemed to see the silver moon on the desolate mountain top on Qinglian Mountain. In the background, a woman dances a sword with emotion.

Either soft or sharp, the sword is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, with a unique aesthetic feeling, but reveals a bit of indescribable sadness.

——Is that Kenshin?

Confusion flashed across Mo Mingxin's eyes.

What kind of emotion is it that makes a woman think about a person continuously for five years, thinking about it when she is practicing, thinking about it when she is sleeping, and even thinking about it when she is practicing swords.

This somewhat heavy emotion suddenly made Mo Mingxin feel a little out of breath.

The scenery in front of her eyes gradually changed, and she seemed to see another very similar figure.

I just came to this world, in order to survive, I worked hard by any means, and I met a girl who was in the same boat.With a bit of machismo remaining, she contracted the girl's livelihood, but chose to leave in order to get a better life.