The Decent Fairies Won't Let Me Go

He looked at Qian Ling who was standing with a sword in front of him.

Jian Po stared wide-eyed, and said with a puzzled face:

"How is it possible, why is your sword technique impeccable? In this world... no one can use a flawless sword technique!!"

Jianma's sword rhyme is almost used up.

If she didn't solve this problem, she might lose to Qian Ling.

To her, losing to someone was just a junior existence.

Faced with the confusion in Jianma's heart, Qianling's eyes flashed a trace of undetectable tenderness, and then said lightly:

"Jianmao, when you can truly understand what emotion is, then you will understand that true pure love will naturally have no flaws at all. But I think you have no chance for that."

If say, in the past.

Qian Ling's feelings for Su Qianye were still full of confused words.

Then when she has all the memories related to Su Qianye in the conscious world.

Then her feelings for Su Qianye will never waver again!

……

"Little girl, you are very talented. If you don't die young, you are destined to stand on top of the world in the future."

After being silent for a while, Jianpo sighed slightly, and then a flash of determination flashed in her eyes, and she said:

"However, I also want to reach that peak. I also want to break through the shackles of the Nine Spirits and aspire to the Realm of Immortals... So, even if your swordsmanship is flawless, I will never lose to you!"

When the words fell, Jianpo disregarded Xiaoyaoyi's previous prohibition, and directly unfolded her supernatural power.

It is still the realm of sword making.

Countless swords transformed from spiritual energy began to fill every corner of the secret realm.

Qian Ling keenly noticed that the aura light emitted by the surrounding swords was more dazzling than before.

Obviously, Jianma is serious about it!

But at this moment, Xiaoyaoyi's dissatisfied voice also came out.

"I told you, don't use supernatural powers."

The voice sounded, and a subtle aura suddenly and quickly passed over each aura sword.

With Xiaoyaoyi's strike, Jianma's sword-making realm was destroyed by Xiaoyaoyi in just a moment, just like before.

After breaking Jianma's sword-making realm, Xiaoyaoyi said lightly:

"You have become weaker. Your supernatural powers in sword-making are not even half of what you used to be, so why ask for trouble in front of me?"

"So, you should let go of your supernatural powers and use your sword properly. As long as you can win, I might be able to save my life."

Listening to Xiaoyaoyi's indifferent words.

Jianma's soul body clenched her fists tightly, and a trace of anger flashed across her gloomy eyes.

"Hehe, Xiaoyaoyi, I really thank you!" There was a trace of chill in Jianma's words.

Immediately she stretched out her right hand, and the blue light wrapped around her palm back and forth.

Finally, a green sword appeared in her hand.

Since Xiaoyaoyi prevented her from using supernatural powers, then he couldn't stop her from using the life weapon, right?

The sword of Qingmang.

This is Jianma's own life weapon, and it reveals an unspeakable weirdness throughout.

Regarding Jianpo's behavior.

This time, Xiaoyao didn't say anything, but silently watched the two who were about to confront each other.

After taking out the green light sword, a trace of cruelty flashed in Jianpo's eyes.

In the next moment, without hesitation, she directly used the green sword to attack Qian Ling.

She is a soul body, and she can no longer exert her former combat power.

so.

The sword of Qingmang became the last hope of Jianpo.

She desperately wants to rely on the green sword to defeat the extremely difficult Qian Ling!

No matter what, she did not believe that Qian Ling could defeat her in swordsmanship!

But just a junior.

How could it make her fail?

This kind of thing is absolutely impossible... absolutely impossible!

With an unyielding obsession, when Jianma's Qingmang sword collided with Nightmare's sword, it inexplicably showed a dazzling green light.

……

When the light dissipated, Jianma supported herself with the sword in both hands, and knelt on the ground.

At this moment, it can be seen that there are many obvious cracks in her soul and body.

Even though Jianpo showed an extremely bright green light in the end, she was still defeated by Qianling's innocent swordsmanship.

Lost to this one, Qian Ling who was much younger than her.

"you lose."

Seeing the cracks on Jianma's body, Qian Ling said calmly: "Although your understanding of the way of the sword is very strong, I feel that you seem to have lost your love for swords, and you are no longer worthy of using swords."

After leaving these words, Qian Ling turned around and walked towards Su Qianye's direction, ignoring the silent swordswoman who was already kneeling on the ground.

With the collision just now.

At this time, the gloomy light on Jianma's soul body has gradually begun to dissipate.

This...is a sign of imminent demise!

"I, how could I lose..."

Jian Po muttered to herself, and a hint of puzzlement flashed in her eyes.

She couldn't understand how she could not defeat Qian Ling after practicing sword for so many years...

At this moment, Xiaoyaoyi's disdainful voice came into her ears.

"Don't you understand? Qingmang doesn't like a master like you. I have to say that you are very pathetic. You don't even want your life weapon to win. What can you rely on to win?"

Hearing this, a wry smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Jian Po's mouth.

At this moment, she figured it out, everything figured out.

Her real physical body has long since disappeared.

Now that she has only one remnant soul left, it is already a miracle that she can survive till now.

Looking at the green sword in his hand.

Jianma couldn't help but recall the time when she was still practicing swords in Jiange when she was young.

At that time, she was very passionate about swordsmanship, and often took Xiaoyaoyi to study swordsmanship together.

However, because of one incident later, she still left the Jiange after all, and before leaving the Jiange, she forcibly took away the green sword that originally belonged to the Jiange.

That was a long, long time ago.

It is too far away from now, and there are many things that Jianpo can't remember clearly.

Regardless of what happened before, though.

At this time, Jianma no longer has time to recall the past.

……

next moment.

I saw that Jianma, whose soul body was slowly dissipating, said before the soul dissipated:

"Senior brother Xiao, although I don't want to admit it. But in fact, what you said is not wrong. After so many years, it doesn't matter if it's you or me now."

"We are both old, this era has long since ceased to be our stage, and I am about to fall completely..."

"However, I want to know, when my story is completely over, in this Yaozhou, how many people from our era will be left?"

After Xiaoyaoyi heard the words, he fell into silence and did not respond.

After a while, he said: "If you hadn't chosen to leave the Jiange back then, maybe your body would not have been destroyed, and it is even less likely that you will come to this point now."

Hearing Xiaoyaoyi's words, Jianpo laughed suddenly, very loudly and presumptuously...

"Alive? Hehe!"

At this moment, there was a trace of sympathy in her gaze towards Xiaoyaoyi.

"Xiaoyaoyi, if you live just to be like you, forced to sit in the sword pavilion and never go out, then... what's the point of living in this world?"

Xiaoyaoyi remained silent for a long while, before continuing to speak: "Yaozhou cannot live without the existence of the eighth stage spirits, and many things must be borne by someone after all."

Jian Po shook her head and said coldly:

"I don't think the same way as you do. I want to get out of Yaozhou and see the world beyond the [-] mountains. I don't want to stay in Yaozhou forever because of the threat of the [-] mountains like you!"

"Also, even if I have another chance to start over, I will still choose to leave Yaozhou and choose to get rid of the predicament in the world of the Hundred Thousand Mountains!"

Xiaoyao Yi heard the words, and said with a little helplessness: "If you don't step into the Ninth Stage Spirit, how can you walk out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains? Besides, you don't have that chance now."

There was a trace of bitterness on Jianma's face, and she muttered to herself.

"Yeah, I have no chance."

Her voice was full of helplessness.

At this moment, the light of Jianma's avatar became increasingly dim...

Apparently, she was about to completely dissipate.