When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

A penetrating chill rose from the floor of the Qingxin Hall, the crisp silver bell above the head stopped instantly, and the fireflies in the hall also stopped flying.

There was only a clatter, and the bells strung together by the silver chains fell from the top of the palace like falling snow, making the ground covered in silver.The light of thousands of fireflies went out at the same time, and then fell silently to the ground. The small insect corpses and the bells on the ground were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish.

With the disappearance of the light source, the Hall of Pure Heart became dark and eerie.

Fortunately, all three of them were monks with excellent night vision, so they could clearly see the movements of the corpse that suddenly woke up in the ice coffin.

The bloody corpse stretched out its hands towards the sky, pushed the ice layer above its head, and sat up straight from the ice coffin.His body was stiff, and every movement made a tooth-piercing creaking sound, as if an old icicle had been broken.

"Yan Yu," the corpse suddenly opened its mouth, and a pale mist came out of his mouth, "You made me into this, and you have to pay the price..."

His tone was gloomy, and coupled with his miserable and bloody face, this situation seemed to be a resentment for death.

Yan Yu looked at the scene in front of him, his fingers trembled, and his expression showed a rare panic, "I'm sorry, Xiaoshi."

The corpse looked at him coldly, opened and closed its mouth, opened its arms to Yan Yu, and said temptingly: "Yan Yu, you did something wrong, come, die with me, and I will forgive you."

Keng!

"Shut up!" Seeing the body talking too much, Xie Shi called out the long sword and held it in his hand. With resentment, he slashed at the body in the ice coffin, "Don't try to confuse Brother Xiu Ling!"

The corpse dodged stiffly, and the blade of the long sword fell on the wall of the coffin made of thousand-year-old black ice, making a piercing muffled sound.

It stands to reason that the thousand-year-old Xuanbing is extremely hard and can withstand attacks from swords, guns, swords and halberds, but Xie Shi's sword contained spiritual power and killing intent, so fierce that he forcibly cut a crack like a spider web in the translucent ice coffin.

Cracks ran across the surface of the ice coffin, covering the entire coffin after a few breaths, as if densely packed ice flakes formed on the ice surface.

Before the ice coffin was completely shattered, the figure of the corpse flashed out of the coffin, stood in the center of the Hall of Purity, separated dozens of steps from Xie Shi and the others, and stared at them with icy eyes.

"Yan Yu..." the corpse yelled again in a gloomy voice, "You actually let others hurt me."

Yan Yu's mind froze, and pain appeared in his eyes.

"Brother Xiu Ling, don't trust him." Xie Shi hurriedly reminded.

(Sweet and fragrant) Yan Yu heard the sound, looked sideways at him, and wandered between the corpse and Xie Shi, very vacillating.

One was "Xie Shi" who had known him since he was a child but was killed by him, and the other was the son of God who was wearing a big red wedding gown, had just married him, and was very strange in appearance and appearance.

This is obviously a scene where it is easy to make a choice, but Yan Yu hesitated for a long time, standing there in a daze, not knowing which side to help.

Seeing the corpse, he opened his mouth, intending to continue bewitching.

Xie Shi gritted his teeth, and the long sword in his hand was as swift as a swimming dragon, carrying a piercing killing intent, and slammed into the chattering corpse.

When making a move, Xie Shi's figure brushed past Yan Yu, and the distance between the two was only a few feet away.

At that moment, Xie Shi called out: "Brother Xiu Ling!"

Yan Yu followed the sound and turned his eyes, a face as clear as jade was reflected in the dark eyes, the eyes of that person were as clear as glass.

"You don't need to rush to make a choice," Xie Shi said with a smile, "Let me pick out the answer for you. This time, please believe that I can protect myself."

This moment seems to be long, but in fact it is only a few blinks of an eye.

When Yan Yu came back to his senses, Xie Shi had already wrestled with the corpse, snow-white sword lights criss-crossed beside the two of them, leaving deep and long sword marks on the surrounding floors and walls.

Xie Zhiwei listened clearly from the side, and knew what Xie Shi meant, telling Yan Yu not to act rashly if he couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and let him fight the fake Xie Shi.When the time comes, only one true love will win, so Yan Yu doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

The hall of Qingxin was in a mess, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.Yan Yu was in the body of the silver bell and the firefly, his eyes were deeply recalling what Xie Shi said to him just now, and he gradually became concerned.

He watched the real-false thank you fight not far away, with a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of his mouth, and in the end he really put his hands behind his back, as if he didn't participate in the battle, but just watched.

Xie Zhiwei stood in place holding his sword and noticed the change in Yan Yu.

Yan Yu saw the doubts under the indifferent expression of this immortal cultivator in white, smiled lightly, and explained: "Xiaoshi has this strength, I believe he will win."

Xie Zhiwei realized instantly, he understood that Yan Yu was [-]% confident in confirming which one was the real one.

He observed the battle situation and realized that Xie Shi could deal with this strange corpse by himself, so he also held the sword behind his arm and watched the battle with Yan Yu.

Strictly speaking, this place was a test for Yan Yu, but Xie Shi took over the problem he was facing with his own strength, and helped Yan Yu solve the problem with the long sword in his hand.

Xie Shi is using his actual actions to prove to Yan Yu that he has the strength to protect himself.

Let Yan Yu let go of his worries about accidentally killing him after losing control.

Xie Shi may be young, he may have a soft personality, or he may be exquisite and beautiful, but he is an indomitable man after all, with a proud and chivalrous air about him.

He will not wait for others to love, he will take the initiative to love his sweetheart, use his own strength to help and protect him, and silently support him.

After a few incense sticks, Xie Shi ended the battle.

I saw him swinging out his long sword, chopping off the head of the corpse neatly, and chopping several times horizontally and vertically, crushing the rest of the body.

The bloody head rolled on the ground like a ball, and stopped when it touched the wall.Afterwards, the expression in its eyes dimmed, and the head and body became soft and sticky together, turning into a ball of dirty ink and melting into the floor.

Xie Shi turned his wrist lightly, shaking off the bloody stain on the long sword, straightened his back, and turned to look at Yan Yu who was not far away.

A bright smile appeared on the blood-stained white face, with an innocent expression.

"Brother Xiu Ling," Xie Shi said softly with a smile, "Look, I won, I am really thankful."

He was not injured, but the battle just now had stained the blood of the corpse on his Dahongxi gown, and the color became more vivid.

In the quiet darkness, Xie Shi was dressed in a red dress like blood, with a smile on his face, he walked confidently and calmly in front of Yan Yu, the red gauze on his head fell quietly because it was not fixed firmly.

Yan Yu stared at him steadfastly, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the blood on his face with pity in his eyes.

"Don't worry, it's all the blood of that monster." While comforting him, Xie Shi tilted his head slightly, rubbing his tender cheek against the cool hand like a baby.

Yan Yu recalled what Xie Shi said to him when he visited the hall, his fingertips trembled, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Xie Shi stretched out his hand to hold him.

The handsome young man's eyes were burning like blazing flames, and he clenched Xuanyi Moxiu's hand shyly but firmly.

Yan Yu looked at him, his eyes were dark, and his eyes were dim.

"Brother Xiu Ling's hand, if I hold it, I won't let go." Xie Shi said.

……

Continuous clicking sounds came from outside the palace, Xie Zhiwei looked at the two people who were looking at each other affectionately in the palace, and then looked at the night sky outside through the window.

Originally, the night sky was as black as black jade, dark and deep, but at this time the sky gradually cracked, and the dazzling sunlight shone into this illusion through several sky gaps.Looking around, the palaces and pavilions under the night are gradually blurred, like morning fog dispersed by the sun.

In the blink of an eye, even the Hall of Pure Heart disappeared.