Death Princess

"Who said that knife was dodged?"

Ou Xuemu trembled all over, and subconsciously stared at Zhao Lu's chest.

"Where are you staring here? Do not look at evil, could it be that you have grown up in vain, but you have never learned it?" Chao Lu trembled, and asked with a strange expression.

"...Could it be that you've grown up so big, you've always been so stingy?" Ou Xuemu, who couldn't bear it any longer, retorted.

"Yo." Unexpectedly, when he heard the morning dew on his lips this time, he blinked his eyes in novelty, "I thought you three masters in the secret cabinet all had those unshakable wooden heads and bitter faces. Look, here you are. There is also a bickering person who has learned a lot, and has learned a lot."

The three secrets of the dark pavilion.Hearing this name, Ou Xuemu's fist clenched instantly.

"Zhaza, it seems that I have to take back my foreword. The wooden head is still the same after all." Zhao Lu changed her posture, raised one leg, put her hands on her knees, and said, "I have already said that my surname is Zhao Minglu."

Chao Lu, the young lord of the Sword Sect, Chao Lu, is he really the person in front of him?Thinking of this, Zhao Lu's scruffy image gradually changed its meaning in Ou Xuemu's eyes.

"Even if you don't know the name of the young master of the Sword Sect, you should also know what the name of the person who made your best friend fall in love with her at first sight, and would follow her side even if she left the secret pavilion?"

"..." No, even a young suzerain, she can't change the nature of this person's nonsense.

"As for Zhao Liang's saber," Ou Xuemu twitched the corner of her mouth, while Zhao Lu continued to share her great achievements on the other end, "the saber cannot be dodged. But I wasn’t the one who was hit by the knife. His palm did make it impossible for me to use my spiritual power for a while, but who said that I have to drive myself to use illusion?”

To use illusion, you don't need to drive spiritual power yourself.Yes, that cat!

Ou Xuemu turned to look at Chestnut, who was concentrating on licking fur, and then looked down at the saber in his hand.This cat has also used spiritual power, and the thunder spirit power that can gather iron should belong to Zhao Lu himself.

Could it be...

"Didn't you give Ling Yuzhi to this cat? Let it inherit your spiritual power?" Ou Xuemu opened her mouth wide, "Xi Cheng Ling Yu is an apprentice, and there will be an inseparable bond between master and apprentice from now on. The spirit race is born with at most two spirit feathers, which are spiritual power, and the transplantation of each spirit feather is only once, and it is irreversible, so the spirit race has always been cautious and cautious in choosing disciples. You... unexpectedly chose a cat apprentice?"

"Meow—" Chestnut seemed to understand Ou Xuemu's disgusting words, and let out a sad cry.

"Pfft, Chestnut, did you hear, why don't you return Ling Yu soon?" Zhao Lu smiled.

"Return? Can the spirit feather that has chosen a new owner be returned?"

"Who said Lingyu has chosen a new owner? When did I say that I transferred Lingyu to Chestnut?" Zhao Lu shrugged and said, "The connection between Lingyu and me has not been severed, and the feather roots are still on me. If I have to say it, I just lent half of the spirit feather to Chestnut for use, exchanged spiritual knowledge with her by the way, and found her as a transit."

"There is such a usage..." Ou Xuemu felt that his not-so-established world view of the Spirit Race was completely dismantled by Zhao Lu in a short while.

"Child," Zhao Lu stroked the non-existent beard, lowered her voice, and exhaled an old man's tone, "Remember, the possibilities in this world are far more than the limit you think."

"..." Ou Xuemu was sure, talking to this Chao Lu, even a god would be so angry that he would be so angry, and he didn't know how Leng Tong endured it.

"What are you going to do next?" Before Ou Xuemu could figure out what to say back, Zhao Lu became serious, "Follow me back to the Spiritual Clan? Or go find your brother alone?"

Ou Xuemu pursed her lips and did not answer, but Zhao Lu could see the answer from her eyes, "You can go as you want, I won't force you to stay. However, there is a sentence that I don't know if I should say it or not."

"please say."

"Think twice before acting, and don't leave people with endless troubles because of impulsiveness." Looking carefully at Ou Xuemu's expression, and as if afraid that she might not understand, he said plainly, "use more brains, stay less Don't make any troubles. Only once today, after that, I won't clean up the mess."

"..."

"The black box in the package, you take it, maybe it can be rescued if necessary."

"These are?" In the box, there are many silver and gold bean beads, and a bundle of inch-long steel needles.

"Phantom Beads, Thunder Beads and Phantom Thunder Needles."

"..." This name...

"They all come from my spiritual power, and even ordinary people can use it at will, without the need for spiritual power to drive it. The magic bead is what I used when I escaped today. Crush it to maintain an illusion that lasts for about a snap of a finger. The content and effect are closely related." Whatever you think in your heart. Thunder beads can be used as thunderbolt cannons, and you will know the power after trying it yourself. As for the phantom lightning needle, aren't you people in the dark pavilion good at throwing knives? It must be good at using hidden weapons. As long as Insert this needle into the protruding part of the back of the neck, in half a cup of tea, and you can make the person do some simple movements of hands and feet."

Holding the box in his hand, Ou Xuemu was a little dazed.

Why is she helping me like this?But Ou Xuemu couldn't ask, she just nodded shyly, put away her things without saying a word, turned around and walked out the door, as if she wanted to escape from this world full of things that shouldn't exist in her life. The place of goodwill in her heart is just like the days and nights when she was fidgeting in the village of the spirit tribe.

"Where are you going? Look at you in such a rush to reincarnate." Zhao Lu stopped her, "Do you know where your brother went? Or are you going to dig Anguo inch by inch to find him?" Until you go to the ground by yourself?"

"..." Yes.

"Take the chestnut, it knows."

"How does it know?"

"Chestnut knows the smell of your brother Lingyu."

"...is it a dog?"

"puff--"

"Meow!!!"

There was a meow, a scream, and a series of unstoppable laughter.Then, Ou Xuemu left the cabin with a face scratched by the cat's claws.

. . .

When Morning Dew returned to the foot of Xuanling Mountain, the dark clouds that had covered the night for a long time finally sent the first drop of rain.The rain fell on the back of Chao Lu's hand that was resting on the hilt of the sword, and with a sting, it sparked a tiny electric light, and Chao Lu's hand trembled.

Immediately afterwards, the rain poured down.

The competition between spiritual power, internal power and the external power became more and more fierce, and Zhaolu's meridians were involuntarily used as a battlefield, gnawing at her body bit by bit.The spiritual power has begun to leak out uncontrollably. The replacement of the thunder spirit power and the phantom spirit power is out of control, making the morning dew walking in the mountains and forests at night, at this moment, like a humanoid lightning flashing with silver light, which is perfect for the rainstorm in the middle of the night. integrated into one.

Although the out-of-control spiritual power can't hurt Chao Lu herself, her meridian is confronted with the three powers because of this out-of-control, and she is always in danger of bursting.She tried all means to adjust her internal breath, but every time she actively mobilized her internal and spiritual energy, it would increase the pain of tearing meridians.Before she knew it, the nails she was holding on to the hilt of the sword were split, and the blood was washed away by Ye Yu before it could flow out.And all of this, this should be a heartache, but Zhao Lu didn't notice it at all.

Feng Yuwei Zhao Liang's knife should not be the knife in his dream.

I don't know whether it is gratifying or sad, but Zhaolu's consciousness is extremely clear, she can still clearly analyze the current situation and what happened during the day.Not the same knife, because the knife is different, the wound is different, the weather and time are also different.Inferred from this, Zhao Lu raised her head and let the rain wash her cheeks, which meant that the knife was coming soon.

It will appear in this torrential rain, and it will appear in Jianzong's territory.

So, who is the owner of the knife?

Currently bearing the title of the young master of the Sword Sect, it should be Ah Hui who is wandering around, who is preparing for a big drama with Yi'er about "the princess was assassinated during a tryst with the young master of the Sword Sect".That is to say, this knife was not aimed at the "Jiangzong Young Sect Master", but at himself.Or, the sword is aimed at the "Jian Zong Shao Suzerain", but the sword master knows that he is the real "Morning Dew" and knows where he really lives.

People who know who they are and where they live.

A knife, a Yanling waist knife...

A familiar face flashed in front of Zhao Lu.

The next moment, the three spiritual feathers facing the exposed forehead suddenly trembled, and the silvery white lights surrounding her expanded accordingly, covering most of the forest in the blink of an eye.

Boom!A thunder that was close at hand connected a pale thunderbolt with the lightning around Chaolu.For a moment, all the sounds in the ears were completely removed, leaving only the buzzing tinnitus; all the scenes in front of him disappeared, leaving only a vast expanse of paleness.

not good!

Zhao Lu realized that the out-of-control phantom power had turned this place into a giant illusion.

Dad said, Zhaolu remembers that the illusion itself is dead, but the human heart is alive. The reason why the illusion is terrible is that it can dig out the things deep in the heart, extend it infinitely, and finally swallow that heart, even more. Swallow the man in deep illusion.But now, the phantom spirit power is out of control, and the illusion it forms will devour the morning dew trapped in it regardless of whether it is enemy or friend.

Zhao Lu realized all this, but unfortunately, it was too late.

In a trance, all reason and thoughts went away, and she fell into that white night.

Above the head is the endless dark sky, under the feet is the endless desolate white, and between this black and white, is the cold sword, is the escape, is the cry, is the severed head, is the splash. Out of the blood.Morning dew, the first morning dew in eight years, has long been different from the morning dew in the past, and returned to the night eight years ago, that night without warmth, sleeplessness, and heartlessness.

Holding the cold iron tightly in her hand, she poured lightning techniques capable of splitting the sky and the earth into the tip of the blade. She can't be helpless, she wants to stop and change everything by herself.However, she forgot that the time that had passed would not be reversed, and what appeared before her eyes again after eight years could not be reality, but only a nightmare hidden in her heart.

A black shadow appeared between the vast black and white.

Draw your sword and draw it!Chaolu turned into a bolt of lightning, perfectly matching the black shadow that drew the sword.

Ping!pong!Clang!

Knife and sword, black and white, the two figures used what they had learned all their lives from the moment they met.

Swords, lights, swords and shadows flowed rapidly, snow, rain, thunder, lightning, wind and fire mixed together, blurring the figures who were wrestling together, but they couldn't blur the desire to kill that took root in the hearts of the two of them.As everyone knows, what they want to kill is not each other, but their own demons.

But the demon will not die, but people will die.

Chao Lu couldn't use the real Shadowless Sword because of her internal energy disorder, so she had to run around in the opponent's extremely fast and tricky knife, avoiding its edge and waiting for the opportunity to move, because the "Shadowless Sword" has never been Chaolu's real weapon, her weapon, is spiritual power.

The oblique sword blocked the double sabers, the time had come.

A huge thunderbolt started from the top of the main peak of the Xuanling Mountain Range, which shocked the people who were about to wake up, and lit up the night before dawn.It broke through the clouds and went straight to the foot of the mountain. It smashed through the dense forest and wiped out everything that stood in the way.

But when the lightning struck, Zhao Lu saw the black shadow's face clearly.

Familiar eyebrows and cold pupils.

The author has something to say:

The long-awaited "fight" is here, la la la.