His Majesty the Ghost is bent [Rebirth]

Less than half an inch away from Fu Ningyuan's throat, Zhan Yuanjian stopped.The blood-red sword body was wrapped in a clear white light, frozen in the air and unable to move.

The lands and mountains that Emperor Tai*zu used to hold the Zhanyuan sword, there were countless undead under the sword, all of them were drawn out by the resentment left by Fu Chengqi when he died. Xing frowned, and beads of sweat hung on his forehead.

Fu Chengqi activated the Spirit Purification Mantra, a cluster of green light, a white light, and a cluster of red light intertwined, evenly matched, and the Zhan Yuan sword frozen in the air trembled.

At this moment, Ye Yundeng had already half-dragged and half-hugged Fu Ningyuan away from Zhan Yuanjian. Fu Ningyuan's dark eyes stared at the demonized Zhan Yuanjian, with a flash of paranoid joy.

Suddenly the red light surged several times, broke through the entanglement of white light and green light, and stabbed straight at Fu Ningyuan.Seeing this, Ye Yundeng stepped to block Fu Ningyuan behind him, closed his eyes tightly as if he was not afraid of life and death, but he didn't see the magic sword stabbing him for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, he and the emperor were enveloped by the sword intent , Bai Jianxing's Zhi Tui had already been unsheathed, and he was wrestling with Zhan Yuanjian at this moment.

For a moment, the red light and the white light were intertwined, and the sound of sword clashing resounded through the night sky. Bai Jianxing's sword moves were exquisite and fierce, and Zhan Yuan, who had experienced many battles and was blessed with powerful resentment, was very difficult to deal with, and they were at a stalemate. No more.A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the stone table in the snow hut was shattered into powder. The scene of one person fighting with one sword is a spectacle.

Fu Chengqi didn't dare to slack off, and regained his concentration. The green light overflowed from his fingertips, and slowly wrapped around the out-of-control Zhan Yuanjian.The person who manipulates the Purifying Mantra can feel the emotions of the person being purified through spiritual thoughts. The unwillingness, anger, and despair of those who died on the battlefield are transmitted from the fingertips to the chest through the bond of spiritual thoughts. Fu Chengqi frowned and turbulently His negative emotions pounded his chest, making him almost out of breath.

Bai Jianxing, who was confronting Zhan Yuan, obviously felt that the power of the demon sword was losing little by little. The dark green light gently brushed over the flame burning the sword body like a tide, and the karma of resentment dimmed little by little. Bai Jian Xing gradually gained the upper hand.He was a little surprised, since when did the big brother's Spirit Purification Mantra become so sophisticated?But he didn't dare to be distracted, and went all out to suppress Zhan Yuanjian, who was gradually losing ground.

——!

Fu Chengqi's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart beat wildly, the green light surrounding Zhanyuan also began to flicker, and the ten fingers that activated the magic spell began to tremble——

This is... His Royal Highness Ghost's 'read'!

The bloody scene of corpses strewn all over the ground is vivid in my memory, and the touch of the blade across the neck is still fresh in my memory. Those who sincerely treated themselves fell down one by one, their pale faces were covered with blood and dust, and their tightly closed lips would never treat him again. Speak soft words—

Winners and losers, but not reconciled!

The surging hatred entered Fu Chengqi's body with spiritual power as a link, causing a strong resonance in his chest, and the uncontrollable sense of despair almost made him suffocate, and the purified green light was gradually permeated by the red light——

Have you shaken——

Was it devoured——

"Big brother!" Sensing something was wrong, Bai Jianxing cast a distracted glance at Fu Chengqi, only to see that he was half kneeling on the ground with his knees bent, his body trembling violently, his eyes were densely covered with bloodshot eyes, and his expression was extremely hideous.

Fu Ningyuan stared at the distorted Mo Qiong with his eyes wide open, beads of sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, and there was a complex expression in his eyes that he didn't know whether it was ecstasy or fear——

At this moment, Mo Qiong's expression is exactly the same as when his brother committed suicide!

That night in Mingshui City, when he stood on the Mingshui Palace as a king, across the raging fire and the sea of ​​blood, what he saw was the face of his brother who was distorted by anger, with Zhan Yuan lying on his neck, and the sharp sword The blade glowed with a cold light, just a light swipe, and the dark red blood spurted out, and a few drops of bright red blood beads condensed on the Zhanyuan sword, which was extremely charming under the reflection of the fire, and the elder brother still maintained his kneeling posture Never fell down.

The fire spread rapidly, and there was a raging sea of ​​flames between his and his brother's corpses. Everyone hugged Fu Ningyuan and quickly evacuated. The fire burned for three days and three nights. The ashes melt into each other, and when the wind blows, they also disperse.

What doesn't linger, only resentment!

Bai Jianxing no longer had the heart to fight with Zhan Yuanjian, his eyes froze, and he poured all his spiritual power into Zhitui. The sword turned and slashed at Zhan Yuan. Zhan Yuan, who had been purified of most of his grievances, was not as powerful as before , this blow made it fly three feet away.

Regardless of the demon sword, Bai Jianxing only has the elder brother in his heart at the moment, his face is no longer indifferent and calm, his shallow eyes are full of worry, he turned Fu Chengqi's shoulder, staring at his bloody face Chaos eyes anxiously said: "Elder brother!"

Hearing this, Fu Chengqi's blood-red and chaotic eyes seemed to regain some clarity, his trembling body also calmed down a lot, and he faced Bai Jianxing with a still ferocious and distorted face.

Eldest brother, this is, was it backlashed by the resentment of His Royal Highness Gui Ling? It doesn’t make sense——

Bai Jianxing didn't bother to think carefully, and the Zhan Yuan sword stabbed again. Bai Jianxing held Zhitui in one hand to deal with Zhan Yuan, and pressed Fu Chengqi's eyebrows with two fingers, urging Qing Jingjue to try to repel him. The backlash of resentment.

If there is something wrong with senior brother, if...Bai Jianxing can't think about it at all, if there is no one around who bothers him and teases him all day long, if he returns to his original solitary appearance, then... For the rest of his life, what joys, angers, sorrows and joys are there!

The turmoil in his heart made him unable to concentrate, and his spiritual power could not be gathered due to the turbulent state of mind. In addition, the urging of Qingjingjue consumed a lot of spiritual power, and his spiritual power was gradually exhausted. The wind fell.

!!!

The white light on the Zhi Tui sword suddenly disappeared, and Bai Jianxing's pupils shrank suddenly—spiritual power was exhausted!

The Zhi Tui Sword, which had lost its spiritual power, was vulnerable to the Zhan Yuan Sword whose resentment was soaring. After two or three parries, Bai Jianxing felt his arm numb like ten thousand ants biting, and his ten fingers were already dripping with blood from the resentment. .

Zhan Yuan's sword turned suddenly, and stabbed towards Bai Jianxing's chest——

"Eldest brother, I will definitely protect you—"

Fu Chengqi's chaotic eyes moved, as if covered by a layer of mist, but Bai Jianxing had no time to pay attention——

Seeing that an arrow is about to pierce through the heart——

There was a sharp sound of friction between sword intent and mind force, Zhan Yuanjian suddenly stopped less than half an inch away from Bai Jianxing's heart, and the cold sword intent also faded suddenly, dissipating like blood-red light in the night sky, clanging like a demon sword fell to the ground.

In the imperial garden, the birds chirped, the water mist gradually rose, and the night was as silent as before, only the cold moonlight fell on the ground, shining on the founding sword Zhan Yuan, which was as sharp as autumn water.

At this moment, under the lingering moonlight, Zhan Yuanjian is just an ordinary sword, and all the resentment attached to it has dissipated.

The sudden change made everyone stunned on the spot, and Bai Jianxing's face turned pale. Could it be that the senior brother used himself as a bait to forcefully introduce the resentment attached to the Zhanyuan Sword into his body? !

Bai Jianxing didn't care about the Zhan Yuanjian on the ground, and picked up Fu Chengqi who was about to fall on the ground. At this moment, he had fallen into a coma, with thin beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and there was no trace of blood on his face, and his pale skin was oozing. People, there seems to be tears on the face that are about to dry.

All the stone benches and tables in Xuelu had been reduced to dust, Bai Jianxing didn't care about the dust on the ground, and put Fu Chengqi's head on his lap in a half-kneeling position, a series of movements were very careful.

The exhausted spiritual source was activated again by Bai Jianxing, forcing him to open his spiritual veins, making him feel as if he had been pierced by thousands of poisonous needles. His whole body was full of pain, and he couldn't help trembling with his hands holding Fu Chengqi's eyebrows , but it seemed that he could not feel the pain in his body, and continuously poured spiritual power into Fu Chengqi.

Brother, wake up quickly——

At this moment, he was standing alone in the middle of the mirror room. Thousands of bronze mirrors reflected the sea of ​​blood and flames that day. There was a hoarse cry, the hiss of the bayonet piercing through the flesh, the sizzling sound of blood spurting out, and a loud cry. The sound was engraved into Fu Chengqi's blood like a curse, and Mingshui City was like hell on earth.

Turning the mirror, Fu Chengqi turned into a child at this moment, curled up in the sea of ​​blood, swords, swords, and corpses, secretly wiping tears, his small body trembling uncontrollably, overwhelmed by fear, and the overwhelming sense of despair and fear that would overwhelm him Powerlessness——

The sea of ​​blood surged towards him and submerged him, and his body gradually sank, but at the most desperate moment, he saw a glimmer of light, a silver-white belt that would glow, and he stretched out his hand to grab it desperately. On a life-saving straw, unexpectedly, the ribbon was as soft as hair, wrapping around his arm gently, and once he held it, he felt extremely at ease, and a sense of familiarity and tender nostalgia permeated his whole body.

saved--

The surrounding blood gradually receded, the cries and fights stopped completely, and the bones everywhere turned into smoke and dust.

Thank you--

The white sun fell on Fu Chengqi's side face, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and for a moment, he slowly lifted half of his eyelids, half dreaming and half awake, what caught his eyes was the silvery white ribbon in his dream, he reached out and touched it, Soft as hair.

Of course it is as soft as hair, this is Bai Jianxing's hair!

At this moment, Fu Chengqi was being hugged by Bai Jianxing from behind in a baby-curling posture. The two big men curled up and hugged each other in such a strange way.

Apparently, Fu Chengqi hadn't realized this yet. He was still a little dazed when he just woke up. He pulled the 'strap', and the texture was exactly the same as in the dream. He couldn't help pulling it again, and the 'strap' suddenly Shrinking upwards, he moved by himself, and slowly slipped away from his fingertips. Fu Chengqi's consciousness suddenly became clearer, and he was about to open his half-closed eyes to look up——

A cold and slightly hoarse voice came from the top of the head——

"Enough crying?"

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The author has something to say: the fighting scene or something, the useless author did his best ORZ

In short, it's right that it's very dick, let's make up for it. . .

Your Highness is still easily shy now, but you will get used to hugging her in the future. . .kindness. . .

Thank you little angel every day~~ hug and rub~~