Sir, this sword is a keepsake

Looking down from the sky, the northeast and southwest corners of Lianyun City, the fog has become a sea.It seems that a person with supernatural powers blows the Cangshan sea of ​​clouds thousands of miles away to the world.

In the southwest corner, in the middle of the sea of ​​fog is the mansion of Sanjin.This three-entry mansion is the hiding place that the people in the Northern Wilderness bought through the intermediary of several months ago.It is only half a stick of incense away from the prison in the southwest of the city.

The place where the prison is located is a vast sea of ​​flames at the moment, but the sounds of fighting and screams are almost completely blocked by the fog barrier like a mud wall, and it doesn't come out at all.Even the flames were swallowed by the thick fog.

The dead silence settled in the sea of ​​fog, and the tranquility permeated.

In the inner courtyard of Sanjin's mansion, a ball of fire and a cloud of fog confronted each other.The outer layer of the mist cracked little by little, and the scorching sword light splashed out, gradually revealing the figure of a man in white.

Shen Fang came out, his eyes were gray, as if he was sleeping in a thick and indelible shadow, and there was a circle of crystal white light around his wrist.

At the same time, the white skirt of the woman in the fire slowly fell off at her feet, revealing a white and smooth body.Shen Fang, who saw the woman's body for the first time, just held his sword and walked towards her expressionlessly.

As soon as he took the first step, the crystal white light on his wrist changed, winding up towards his arm like a stream, forming a layer of crystal white frost.

This made Shen Fang suddenly think of Huang Xuejian.

Every time he took a step, the layer of frost on his arm became thicker and increased by an inch, until it stopped at his shoulder.At this moment, he seemed to be wearing white and translucent arm armor.

Baishuang walked backwards along the wrist again, trying to climb up the sword, but just touched it, before it condensed, it shattered into frost crumbs and fell one after another.

The blade of Yiwei Sword is flawless and cannot be attached at all.

Seeing the man with handsome features and indifferent expression walking towards her, the woman slowly lay down in the fire and stretched her arms sideways.

She signaled Shen Fang to cut off her arms with her eyes.

"No need." Shen Fang shook his head, "I'll take out the fog cocoon directly. Before we start, tell me, where are the traps set by the people of Cuncao, and what exactly are they going to do?"

From the very beginning, Shen Fang had no intention of cutting off the woman's arms for safety.

The woman blinked her green eyes, took a deep look at Shen Fang, and after a while, said:

"The Mingguang Pagoda in the northeast corner of the city is now submerged in a sea of ​​fog like this place. They want to trap the man in the Mingguang Pagoda and imprison him until he dies."

"Imprisoned to death?"

"The pagoda has a mental method that specifically restrains that person. And the thick fog, this is the fog barrier formed outside the Mingguang Pagoda, so that the person cannot escape from the Mingguang Pagoda, nor can he call for help from the outside world."

"...I understand, we can start now."

"Shen Fang, have you figured out something?" The woman noticed a strange look on Shen Fang's expression.

Shen Fang nodded, "Since you have helped me comprehend the dense fog, now I can trick those fog barriers and enter the tower."

"Why don't you go now?"

"I have promised you." Shen Fang said coldly, "You have too many questions, I am in a hurry."

The woman's expression was gentle, "When the imprint on my chest turns red, you can do it. After peeling off the flesh on the surface, you will recognize it. By the way, have you ever dug sweet potatoes?"

"No...but I've seen it." Shen Fang didn't understand why she suddenly brought up such an inexplicable thing at this critical moment, even though he had calmed down in the fog, he was still a little bit jumpy at the moment.

"If possible, pull it up by the root like a sweet potato." After finishing speaking, the woman closed her eyes.

Shen Xin gave a hum in his heart, looked down, and saw that the woman's originally smooth left chest had a dark black eye.

It was the human eyes simply outlined by three black lines, which made Shen Fang a little apprehensive.

Before his eyes turned red, he decided to put his hand into the fire first. "Heavenly Fire." He remembered the woman calling it that.

At this time, there was only ashes under the woman's body, but the fire was still burning vigorously.

The arms wrapped in the frost are still flexible and free, as usual.The moment it passed through the open flame, wisps of white smoke rose from the outermost layer of frost, and the white smoke flew straight into the sky, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

The naked eye has not yet seen a change in the thickness of the frost surface, but since it is melting, it is indeed as the woman said, and the cocoon removal needs to be completed as soon as possible.

"Like pulling a sweet potato..."

It hurts just to hear it.Just thinking about it like this, Shen Fang only felt a strong blood color in front of his eyes.The black eyes had turned blood red, and they were staring at Shen Fang.

Shen Fang took a breath, his cheeks tightened slightly, and his jaw tightened.

In an instant, the Yiwei sword in his hand became as dim as his eyes, as if it had been forgotten in the tomb for many years, covered with old dust and bones.

Fog locks the heart of the sword, the sword energy blends seamlessly with the surrounding white mist, regardless of you and me.

The opportunity cannot be missed, Shen released the sword.

The movements of his hands are still as steady as a mountain, but he has to admit in his heart that the scene of breaking open the warm chest of a living person is indeed crazier than he thought.

His eyes didn't blink, his eyelashes didn't tremble, and the moment he watched the sword tip cut the flawless skin, bright red blood immediately flowed out, staining half of his chest red.

The red stream either rolled along the woman's slender waist and fell into the fire, or bypassed the round chest and gathered in the slightly sunken abdomen, forming a pool of blood half the size of a palm.

Shen Fang's meticulous face was reflected in the pool of blood.While the flesh was flying, he used the swordsmanship like walking on thin ice at the slightest point.He is not a swordsman at the moment, more like a butcher,

In an instant, he had completely gouged out the flesh and blood along the outline of that eye.The blood-red eyes were no longer visible, only a shocking blood hole remained, and a white floc was inlaid in the middle.

For a moment, Shen Fang thought that he had just peeled off a cotton boll, but upon closer inspection, the white floc slowly shrank, as if it was a woman's second heart.

This fluffy little thing like a heart is a fog cocoon.

The nausea in the abdomen increased sharply every minute, but the movements of the hands became more and more decisive.

Holding the blade of his sword, he traced and searched along the underside of the floc. In a flash, his wrist suddenly pressed down hard, almost inserting hard against his ribs.

It's like cutting tofu.

Drawing on the metaphor of the woman's sweet potato, Shen Fang made a strange association.It's just that this ball of white tofu will bleed bright red blood.

This woman is silent, does she really feel no pain?

The blade as thin as a cicada's wing has reached the root of the fog cocoon, and he only needs to pry it lightly.But some bluish-white things began to grow above the mist cocoon.

One after another, they came out one by one, climbing continuously along the blade, like a woman's green jade fingers, gently stroking and wiping the blade.

not good!A thought exploded in Shen Fang's mind.

As soon as one of the fingers wiped the sword body, the fog on the sword body disappeared completely, as clear as a mirror.

Ah!

The woman uttered a horrific scream.

Shen Fang, who had been prepared for a long time, raised his other arm to block it in front of him, only to feel that both ends of the arm, elbow and palm were violently hit at the same time.

The impact came from the woman's arms.

The woman's eyes were closed, but her arms were raised and gathered uncontrollably, trying to pinch Shen Fang's neck.

After being blocked from the first blow, the woman's hands seemed to give up, falling heavily, but then lifted again, and rushed towards Shen Fang's neck more quickly and fiercely.

After the first blow, the frost on Shen Fang's arm had cracks. He could only speed up the movement of holding the sword, but the fog cocoon seemed to be firmly sucked by something at the bottom, and adhered to the chest cavity extremely stubbornly.

It seems that some of them are too big.

Shen Fang knew clearly that if the two hands collided a few more times, the frost would shatter.

And the finger-like thing growing on the fog cocoon was even more rampant, and in an instant, it was only a palm away from Shen Fang's face.

Faintly, those evil fingers seemed to be whispering, and the sharp voice entered Shen Fang's mind. In the chaos, a strange hand really appeared in front of him!It was a woman's hand!The skin is full of wrinkled lines... The nails are very long and sharp, bit by bit, slowly scraping across his brain...

For a moment, he didn't even know that his hand holding the sword had exhausted his strength, and he watched helplessly that the fog cocoon that had been raised by him fell back again.

At the very moment, he felt two puffs on both sides at the same time, accompanied by the rain of blood, his brittle arms rolled down to the ground like lotus joints.

A third person suddenly cut off those two arms!That person has been watching all this!

But right now, Shen Fang had no time to worry about this person.Without interference, he finally freed one hand and seized the opportunity to hold the scabbard with both hands. Feeling the brute force buried in his chest, he instantly pulled it up.

The fog cocoon was completely loosened, and the fingers that had been stretching their teeth and claws on the sword disappeared almost instantly.

Shen Fang restrained his nausea and resistance, and grabbed the fog cocoon with his left hand. It felt cold to the touch, like a pebble that had been soaked in a cold stream for a long time, with a thin layer of moss growing on its surface.

However, it is such an extremely weird thing with no flesh and blood at all, but underneath it is tightly cuddling with the woman's blood vessels, flesh and fat, as close as lips and teeth.

"Hurry up and take it, your arm holding the sword will be useless."

It was a man who made the shot, he stepped aside generously, and lowered his body as if watching the excitement.

Shen Fang clenched the fog cocoon tightly, his palm was cold, and the back of his hand began to burn hot.

Like a sweet potato, uproot it.Just thinking about it, he stood up, but before he opened his hand to take a closer look, the fog cocoon completely disappeared the moment it separated from the woman's body.

In his palm, there was nothing but the muscle that was pulled down by the way.Shen Fang waved his hands out, and all the dirt fell on the ground

The woman's body also changed, with ugly scabs crisscrossing her shoulders, chest, stomach, and thighs.The smooth and flawless breasts are an illusion, this is her original skin.

"She's hopeless, look at what you've done."

The man glanced at the woman a few times, and said in a gloating tone.The man was dressed in black, his hair was tied tightly behind his head, and he wore a half grimace mask on his face.

Before Shen Fang could open his mouth, the man seemed to be talking to himself, "It's also a kind of freedom to die freely, and what this little beauty said is not wrong."

The eyebrows and eyes of the sleeping woman were much older, her face was as white as the moon in the water, and there were two smooth wounds on the outside of her narrow shoulders.

The strong smell of blood made Shen Fang breathless for a while.Only then did he realize that his face, hands, and clothes were covered with blood, and his back was covered with cold sweat.

"Take her to the clinic now..." Shen Fang said grumpily.He didn't even realize that at this time, there would be no medical clinic to see a doctor.

The man let out a chuckle, "Let's not talk about the amount of blood loss thanks to you, she was raised by her immortal mother with messy things for more than ten or twenty years, and there is no fog cocoon, even if there is you here The branch store in Fangfang, give her blood and vitalize her veins, if she is not dead, she will barely be a living dead."

"In order to get rid of control, she would rather let you, a kid who met by chance and dared to take care of her, take away her cocoon. Do you think she is willing to live like a walking dead?"

"To be alive is not as simple as just taking a breath."

Shen Fang said in a deep voice, "She knew this would happen?"

"Who knows, maybe she was tricked by her mother, or maybe it's because you are inexperienced for the first time, and your tactics are too rough?"

Finally, Shen Fang suppressed the urge to fight this man, and looked at this man whose every word could kill the living and bring the dead back to life.

The man noticed Shen Fang's angry eyes, smiled humbly amidst the blood on the floor, nodded and said:

"It's a pleasure to meet you in the lower Nangong Palace."