i have a sword fairy

Chapter 283 Yisu and Ziyi
At this moment, outside the study building, the flow of time seems to be slowed down a beat.

Time passed very slowly.

On a certain floor of the library, several windows were gently pushed open one after another.

Outside the building, the scholars and students who stopped, as well as the people in the willful hall, all had the same expression as the previous moment.

Zhao Rong's eyes reflected that sword, that sword that went straight, unstoppable, and unruly.

Suddenly, he thought of a guy who was sleeping late.

I remember when Zhao Rong had just finished the dream of his previous life, the two of them would meet each other.

Said it proudly.

It used to be a sword that blocked people and killed people, and gods blocked and killed gods. If God dared to block it, it would shatter the nine heavens and clouds.

Return and often proudly talk to him.

This is the sword cultivator's sword heart as pure as glass, the great courage to go forward, the great happiness that sings to the nine heavens, and the great joy in the universe.

I have dealt with many common things in the world with one sword.

However, no matter how nice it sounds, Zhao Rong just thinks... Isn't this just the second disease of middle school.

Everyone has experienced the kind, Zhao Rong has also experienced it before, that is, at a certain stage, he felt that he could beat the sky and beat the earth, but only later did he realize that the one who was pressed to the ground and hammered all the time was himself.

However, Jianxiu seemed to be more than just thinking about it, and dared to actually do it.

If you encounter anything that is in the way, just hand out a sword.

A sword.

A sword.

Another sword.

Until one day, the sword broke and the sword repairer died.

But the swordsmanship of the "secondary school" in the mouth is still there, and the people who came after are still stepping forward...

So from then on, even though Zhao Rong was still talking back and forth from time to time, he also had a rough mental picture of this cheap sword spirit with a vicious tongue and a bit of arrogance, and his previous demeanor.

That is unruly, sharp-edged, and imposing.

A sword without a scabbard.

At this moment, the shadow of the slender purple sword in front of Zhao Rong's eyes, which was as small as a grain of grain, but dared to move forward bravely and handed the sword to the [-]-foot-high nine-story dangerous building, had a shadow.

He was suddenly curious about Gui's reaction if he saw this same unruly sword.

Fencing together?
Um, the friendship between sword repairers, this should also be counted.

Not sure, but you can ask Wengui or Qingjun another day...

At this moment, the heartstrings of everyone on the field are all tied to that unruly slender purple sword that attracts everyone's attention as soon as it appears.

The same is true for Sima Duyi.

Even earlier, before the ordinary envelope was opened by Li Xueyou, his eyes were fixed on the envelope every step of the way.

Sima Du stood still, with his hands hanging by his sides, looking at the flying sword that was "Saying Wild".

After this straight 'purple line' appeared, his gaze never moved away.

Even if it was going to confront the library, Sima Duyi didn't have any special reaction, it seemed... as if it was a matter of course.

However, after the old man in black and white eyebrows appeared, he reprimanded him as 'nonsense'.

He raised his eyelids slightly.

Everything just happened in an instant.

At this moment, seeing that round of purple sun rising and stretching into a straight line the next moment, everyone's heartstrings were tense. At the very moment, this young man with cold eyes turned his head to Li Xueyou, and his lips moved slightly.

The field was still quiet, and there was no sound from him, it seemed that some kind of sound transmission was transmitted to the woman beside him.

The latter, who was stomping his feet in a panic and staring in a daze, suddenly woke up with an expression on his face.

In front of the study building, the unruly sword was still in the air as a thin line, and it would stretch away in the next second.

"Come back!"

The woman's eager voice resounded throughout the audience.

The straight 'purple line' didn't move at all, but it didn't extend any further, it seemed to be still for a while.

"Yisu, come back quickly."

Li Xueyou got impatient and shouted at it.

This straight 'purple line' moved, left the exciting formation, and drew another circle in the air.

It's just that the tip of the sword is no longer pointing forward, but downward, and the flying sword stands in the air.

Everyone on the field was sweating one after another, and immediately looked at Li Xueyou.

The old man in black and white eyebrows was still staring at this presumptuous 'little guy'.

At this moment, it seemed that seeing her was still useful, Li Xueyou was slightly relieved.

Afterwards, she hurriedly lowered her head, opened the purse with the universe in it with both hands, rushed to the straight 'purple line' in the distance, hesitated to speak, and finally whispered:

"Xiao Su, come in quickly."

The voice is weak, and the expression is also weak, like a soft voice coaxing a child.

The straight 'purple line' and restrained purple energy suddenly released, and turned into a small and slender purple sword again. After being summoned by Li Xueyou, it turned around again, turned in the air, and flew towards her.

Li Xueyou's brows and eyes melted, her expression brightened with joy, but in an instant, her smile froze.

Whoosh-!
The slender purple sword, which was originally some distance away from the study building, turned sharply again, turned back to the carbine, and slammed into the study building without any hesitation.

In the air, a long purple line seemed to be drawn straight and straight by someone. A section of the 'purple line' had already extended to the body of the study building, shooting into the sea of ​​thousands of words!

This sudden turn of the situation, before everyone on the field had time to react...the two collided.

but!

There was no sound of collision that made everyone frightened.

The name of the sword seems to be 'Yisu', and the flying sword seems to be submerged in the word sea.

A drop in the ocean.

There was no slightest movement, and the figure disappeared directly, like a mud cow entering the sea.

The dimples on Li Xue's young cheeks dissipated, she was dumbfounded.

Everyone froze for a moment, their expressions becoming astonished.

Zhao Rong frowned, and immediately turned to look at the old man in black and white hair. When everyone was stunned, the old man was looking at the other side of the library with a calm expression.

He followed his eyes.

That is the other side where Yisu collided with the book building. At this moment... there is a straight 'purple line' hovering silently.

The library is still intact.

And it actually passed directly through the library.

On the field at the moment, except for the old man with white eyebrows and Zhao Rong.

Sima Duyi, as well as some Confucian scholars among the onlookers, all turned their heads to look at Yisu who had shot a feint.

Afterwards, everyone gradually came to their senses and cast their gazes away.

Li Xueyou was still looking stupid a moment ago, but now she collapsed with her shoulders shaved, and let out a long breath.

In the past, she was a gentle and soft-spoken little girl to everyone, but now her brows are upside down for an unprecedented time.

In the air outside the building on the third floor of the study building, a drop like a purple thread circled happily in the air for a few times, and then towards the direction of the old man with white eyebrows, he swung his sword like a provocative gesture.

Zhao Rong looked thoughtful at this moment, the two had clearly bumped into each other just now, but this strange flying sword passed through intact.

The study building also seemed to be fine, and there was no abnormality in the lines of Confucian scriptures on the stairs.

Is this because of the formation of the book building, or...is it Yisu's natal supernatural power?
Faced with the little guy's provocation, the white-browed old man didn't lift his eyelids.

The old man knows this first-class flying sword that suddenly appeared, not that he has seen it before. The supernatural powers of the handle armor sword, but it...

Domineering momentum, arrogant attitude, unruly wildness.

It is almost exactly the same as the rumored one, and the old man feels that it is even worse.

There are very few people who know people like the old man with white eyebrows on Wangquezhou Mountain, but as long as he has been to South Xiaoyaozhou a few times, then...you have to know him if you don't know him.

In South Xiaoyaozhou, this kind of "presumptuous and unruly" sword is often accompanied by a purple dress.

And now...the sword is coming.

The old man raised his eyebrows.

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