Kill God

The spiritual energy swept around with a strong wind, raising sand and dust, and occasionally there were a few scorpions that refused to stay on the scorpion tree, the petals were flying, and the falling flowers were colorful.

The atmosphere was just the opposite of the beauty of this scene, the auras collided constantly, and even the air filled with a murderous aura, Jue Ying took the first step, and Mo Zhunanzhi followed closely.

Finally, the distance between the two became extremely close as their footsteps became faster and faster, and the two thin swords collided together.

With a sound of "ding", the strong wind around stopped instantly, and the spiritual energy stopped raging, slowly suppressing the condensed atmosphere in the courtyard.

"Good swordsmanship." Mo Zhunan could not help but applaud.

Although the atmosphere was no longer condensed, the movements of the two of them were not affected by the change of the atmosphere. The sound of metal colliding and clanging could be heard continuously in the courtyard, as if weaving a wonderful piece of music.

Mo Zhunan stared at the black sword with fixed eyes, moved quickly, and struck out three swords in a row: "If you don't have spiritual energy, we will only compete with swords, and you are no match for me."

The sound of three collisions sounded like one, and it could be seen that his movements were extremely fast, Jue Ying strode forward with his sword in his hand, stared at the sword in his hand, and blocked another attack with his arm raised.

"The swordsmanship is exquisite, but it's a pity that you only practice superficially and have no rules!" Mo Zhunanzhi walked behind Jue Ying in a flash, and raised his sword to attack three times extremely quickly.

Jue Ying finally frowned, raised his hand, and swiped the tip of the sword in half a circle. He turned around to hold his sword, and took out another white thin sword from the void: "The sword is too bad, change it to this one."

The two retreated at the same time, leaving the opponent's attack range in an instant.

Mo Zhunanzhi naturally knew that his sword was almost cut off several times, but this was because the weapon had the upper hand. For a swordsman, if the sword is broken, he loses, so he can only try his best to avoid the opponent's blade being in the same place. Chopped twice.

The white sword was unusually cold to the touch, and the person who held it might not hesitate to suspect that it was made of ice.

Mo Zhunanzhi's hand brushed slowly over the blade of the sword. The blade was sharp and the blade was straight, making Mo Zhunanzhi's eyes brighter and brighter. He shook the weight of the thin sword and said, "Good sword!"

"Come to help you try the sword." Jue Ying saw that he dropped the sword he was using without hesitation, and took a sword flower casually.

This sword is also the sword of the ancient emperor Yin Zhi himself, and he believes that Yin Zhi's reincarnation must be used to using this sword.

You must know that he spent a lot of effort in order to retrieve this sword. After all, after changing his body, the things that were thrown into the void before had been scattered. Searched around and took years to find.

The two swords collided several times, and Mo Zhunanzhi's eyes became brighter and brighter. The sword in his hand seemed to be born for him, and he could clearly feel the fighting spirit and joy of the sword.

Jue Ying's smile became more and more obvious. Even though he and the ancient emperor Yin Zhi had been "playing chess" all along, they definitely knew each other best, not even one of them.

"Your sword skills are not good enough, so it would be bad to lose to me, right?" Mo Zhunanzhi moved a little faster, his tone was quite casual, but his expression became more and more serious.

Jue Ying didn't like to talk when facing someone of comparable strength, at most he would make a little gasp, not speaking flawlessly, but he thought it was a respect for his opponent.

The ancient emperor Yinzhi is just the opposite. He is used to criticizing his opponents in a blatant manner, saying that his opponents are useless. Once his mentality fluctuates, it will be easier for him to win.

But Jue Ying was unmoved by his nagging, Yin Zhi had maintained this habit for at least 3 years, not to mention that it had no effect on him, but it did not affect his mentality.

There were five metal clashing sounds in a row, and finally the sword trial ended at the sixth sound, and Jue Ying laughed heartily: "Give up."

From sparring to sword testing, in fact, the two of them no longer cared about winning or losing, but Mo Zhunanzhi was in a delicate mood at this time. He thought he would lose, but he didn't expect to lose at the peak of his sword intent. As expected, the devil... is indeed terrifying.

"Next time..." Jue Ying paused, remembering what Mr. Yin Zhi had emphasized before, and smiled a little: "It's just a sword fight."

"Only compared to the sword?" Mo Zhunan was stunned for a moment, he always felt that he had said this sentence countless times, but never in his memory.

In fact, Mo Zhunanzhi has never been defeated in swordsmanship since he was born, and this is actually the first time he has lost a competition.

Although there was a reason to change the sword temporarily, what he could not deny was that not only did the sword not make him unfamiliar, but it actually made him feel better.

"Then, it's just a sword fight." Mo Zhunan laughed. A hearty competition can make people improve their swordsmanship and make people feel more happy. The devil doesn't seem to be as vicious as it is said in the legend.

Jue Ying turned her head, lightly tapped her finger on the tree, and said with a smile, "Take care of your spirit and don't mess around." His tone was rather doting, as if he was teaching a child.

The flowers on the tree closed their stretched petals aggrievedly, and the branches shook slightly, as if they were admitting their mistakes.

"I said I'll wait." Jue Ying smiled, and all the uneasy emotions dissipated, and a contest with a master was enough to vent the depression in his heart.

Sensing his mood, the tree shook the trunk gently, and the flowers slowly bloomed and fell from the branches with a faint fragrance.

Feeling helpless in Jue Ying's heart, he lifted his palm lightly, and the countless falling flowers rose from the air and landed on his hand.Why doesn't he know the meaning of the tree, just like the tree understands the blood contract on him, they understand each other's situation.

The flowers fell off, and the tree was sluggish visible to the naked eye. The tree, which was originally full of vitality, showed signs of withering, which made people feel a little sad.

Mo Zhunan was stunned, he couldn't deny the sacred feeling of this scene, but he couldn't understand Nai Shu's intention.

This tree has a spirit, and naturally has emotions like a human being, but why did it do this?

The 鉐 flower on the 鉐 tree is its "spiritual energy", so the 鉐 tree will not bloom when it nourishes the spirit, but now, it not only blooms, but also pulls out the flowers, which is tantamount to ruining its own way of life.

Spiritual wine can replenish the spiritual energy of all life, but if it uses spiritual wine, it is afraid that it will not be able to achieve the immortal position smoothly. After all, spiritual wine does not belong to its own spiritual energy, and it will take a lot of time and energy to refine it again.

It's not that Jue Ying is reluctant to give up those bottles of spirit wine, but the transformation of spirit energy is very troublesome.It already has its own soul, maybe reincarnation is better for it.

The branch moved, as if it took all its strength to complete this movement, as if to comfort Jue Ying.Jue Ying felt a little amused, and touched its trunk with his fingers one after another, thinking about which plan would be better.

This is the first time he took the initiative to endow life with a soul, so this 鉐树 is very special to Juying. The Juying gave it a soul, and Juying is also special to it.

Self-generating and empowering by others are two concepts, even with the same energy.

The soul formed by this energy slowly intertwined with self-consciousness is different from the soul constructed and endowed by Jue Ying himself, but he has no intention of binding him and keeping him by his side.

Special or not, it deserves a life of its own.

Mo Zhunan just watched, and seemed to see a beautiful place in a trance, and this scene seemed to have appeared in the beautiful scenery.

Jue Ying stood beside a dying tree, frowning from time to time, and finally chose to pour a bottle of spiritual wine for it to save the tree.He seemed to ask Jueying what he was thinking at that time, and the answer was that he didn't know whether he should be rescued or not.

Mo Zhunanzhi was stunned by his sudden extra memory. He was sure that he had never been to that place, and he had never even seen Jue Ying before the devil's contract with Liu Muyuan. How could there be someone with him? memory?

But... I did have an inexplicable sense of familiarity from the moment I saw Jue Ying. This sense of familiarity made me want to control him and escape from him, contradictory and weird.

The leaves of the 鉐 tree slowly began to wither and turn yellow, and even the trunk seemed to have lost its moisture. When it moved, there was a creaking sound, but it still persisted in comforting Jue Ying. Every leaf fell would gently touch his hand, silently Give yourself tenderness.

After thinking for a while, Jueying made a casual move, and a small bottle appeared in his hand, and the strong aroma of the wine released after opening.

It was a pure, rich, mellow wine aroma, without any other flavors mixed in. Mo Zhunanzhi could be sure that with his own drinking capacity, he might pass out before taking the second sip.

Apparently the same was true for the Nai tree. A small bottle of spiritual wine was poured down, which stained the originally listless trunk with a red glow, shaking its head like a drunk child.

Jueying smiled and felt relieved to see the green leaves and flower buds grow again, and lightly tapped its trunk: "Transform the spiritual energy well, it won't bloom easily anymore, do you understand?"

The branches of the 鉐 tree swayed, left and right, and seemed to be cheering.

"Okay, I'll give you a taste of the wine brewed with 鉐 flower." Jue Ying had a gentle smile on his face, as if he would tolerate everyone infinitely, giving people a very gentle feeling.

Mo Zhunan watched the interaction between Jue Ying and Nai Shu, and a subtle jealousy arose in his heart, followed by a cold war.

He actually thinks the devil is gentle?

"You...what were you thinking just now?" Mo Zhunan decided to ask this question by accident.

Jueying turned around and walked into the room, sat on the couch and looked up at him for a while, before saying, "I don't know, should I save him or not."

Mo Zhunanzhi was not surprised by this answer, but he was still surprised by this answer, saluted, and left Jueying's room in silence.

The god of war, the ancient emperor Yin Zhi...?Jueying looked at his back, and then lazily lay down on the couch again.

There was a place to sleep in this room, but most of the time he was slumped on the recliner, lighting the lamp in the middle of the night.

In the room of Jue Ying, there are some interesting things collected from the side world, just placed randomly, it looks like ordinary objects that can be picked up and used, but when people observe carefully one by one, they will find that these things are full of brilliance. Color is obviously not a simple thing.