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Chapter 81 The Return
Yan Chixia's brows were not flattened, but the sword started first, and since then the sword moves are like rain from the sky, and there is no pattern, because the moves are hidden in the chaotic rain!Fang Bie also laughed when he saw this, and was a little satisfied with his current opponent.

The method is different from the sword in the law and in the body. It can be said that it is hard to find two in the world, but it is still one of the most favorite swords. When the sword and the sword face each other, sparks fly. It is the time when his life is the closest to others. He enjoys it very much. The feeling of being on the verge of life and death, but unfortunately no one pushed him off this edge in this life.

Don't rely on the sword to block the cut, let the chaotic rain disperse, and the cloud will open. Unfortunately, the sky will not be seen after the cloud clears, but the black sword sword spirit's ultimate move, a move that breaks away from the sword's method!
Yan Chixia watched the sword in her hand being thrown away by Fang Bie, but instead of panic, her eyes were filled with sarcasm.

So he opened his mouth, and a bloody sword lay safely in his mouth. At this moment, the sword energy of all the swords in the sword grave poured into his mouth for a moment, and the bloody dagger also became Extremely powerful.

"Goodbye."

But Fang Bie was still as usual, but his brows were raised slightly, and the Hua Hua sword in his hand was also put away. Since this sword is not going to fight him seriously, then neither will Fang Bie. Continue to play with him.

"Maybe I will tell you this sentence later, I don't like people who change their minds at will, and of course the sword is the same."

The next moment, the small sword with extreme killing intent flew out of Yan Chixia's mouth and shot at Fang Bie, intending to completely kill the person in front of her.

And Fang Bie didn't intend to escape, but walked towards the blood sword slowly. In Fang Bie's eyes, the sword became extremely slow, so slow that it seemed that he could intercept the sword with his hand.

So Fang Bie raised his hand and put his hand on the dagger, and suddenly a strong wind rushed from Fang Bie's body to the surroundings. More specifically, this strong wind was From the hand that Fang Bie was about to touch with the short sword.

The long hair is like a dragon in the wind, looking very chic and freehand. It really looks like a person in a painting. The red blood sword just stayed in Fang Bie's hand, and Fang Bie's palm was also cut by it There was a wound, and blood dripped drop by drop on the ground.

After Fang Bie was stunned for a moment, looking at the pool of blood on the ground, he had a rare feeling that he hadn't been hurt in this world for an unknown amount of time, and he was really like a lost fairy who could only rely on Alcohol is what makes you feel connected to the human world.

But today is different, he was really hurt once.

Fang Bie couldn't help laughing, and when he exerted force in his hand, the extremely dangerous blood sword turned out to be as fragile as a piece of withered bark, and it turned into a pool of fragments with a little force, and the myriad sword energy contained in it was also As the sword shattered, it spread out.

Fang Bie's clothes were also damaged for the first time here, and the clothes turned into strips of cloth and fell off Fang Bie's body, revealing his robust body, but his Dao body was covered with white marks. Neither appeared.

Then he clenched the fist with the wound on his palm, and punched in the direction of Yan Chixia. The effect of the ordinary punch was earth-shattering, and a huge ditch was plowed directly on the ground. It also swallowed Yan Chixia in an instant.

"If your sword is faster and the cut is sharper, maybe you can really kill me. It's a wonderful feeling!"

Fang Bie let go of his fist again, the scar had already scabbed over, he smiled slightly and walked over, looking at Yan Chixia who was bleeding from all seven orifices and was frozen in place and said:
"If that punch hit you just now, your sword will probably be broken."

Yan Chixia spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hahahahahahaha, if I can be smashed by a strong man like you, I will have no regrets in this life!"

"And you think you're sending me to death by smashing me, but in fact this is liberation!"

Yan Chixia unsteadily picked up the black sword, and walked towards Fang Bie, but she fell down due to her serious injuries, and could only rely on the black sword to support her half-kneeling on the ground, her clothes were covered with dust, looking Very down and out.

"I am the Xuanfeng of the sky, but I was trapped in this sword by you greedy humans and became the sword soul, so I fell to such a point, but fortunately I regained my freedom in a certain year, but I can only do it. Wander the world like a sword!"

Yan Chixia slowly talked about her past, and her voice became hoarse and sad.

"So I transformed into a soul, relying on the sword skills of the previous users to become a swordsman, and hold the soul's revenge!"

Fang Bie sighed, reached out and snatched the black sword from Yan Chixia's hand, and Yan Chixia also fell to the ground because she lost her support.

Fang Bie held the sword, and it was the first time that he observed it so closely and carefully. He said that the sword was indeed a beautiful sword, and the simplicity was full of dim phoenix patterns.

Presumably this is the pattern of restraining the soul. It is said that the technique of casting the sword with the soul seems to have disappeared in ancient times. The so-called Cangtian Xuanfeng Fangbie seems to have seen a few times in the classics, and its era is also thousands of years ago. .

Fang Bie laughed, thinking that this sword was also imprisoned here for an unknown age. If he went out to see Fang Dashi again, he would have no relatives and relatives, and he himself lost his body, leaving only a soul , and this soul was imprisoned on this little sword.

Regardless of millennia, even a character like Zong Yang can be wiped out and turned into a paranoid lunatic, let alone this sword.

"Why am I not like this? I have no relatives. In this world, the things worth remembering and protecting are just a few people I have known for less than a year, and a tavern that I have lived in for less than a year. Kind of sad."

"But in my eyes, it is happiness."

However, this sword was not so lucky. The black sword lay in Fang Bie's hand without any movement, and the sword spirit also fell silent.

But Fang didn't know that the sword hadn't fallen into a deep sleep.

"You don't need to avoid it anymore. Yan Chixia is a good person and an outstanding swordsman. In time, she might become a great master again. There will be nothing wrong with you following him."

"I know that everything is illusory now, so after waking up from this big dream, I will tell you all about it again, not because of you and Yan Chixia, but because I don't want to see a The Peerless Sword has been reduced to such an ending."

"Okay, it's time to wake up from the dream."

Fang Bie put down the sword, his eyes were as bright as the stars, he raised his fist, and all the vigor suddenly boiled up, hovering over this fist.

And the sword trembled violently, but Fang Bie didn't pause for a second because of this, and punched down with one fist.

The black sword was really smashed into pieces when the fist fell, because the main items in this story disappeared, and the small world built by Jian Le also disappeared. When Fang Bie opened his eyes, the surroundings were restored Happy decoration here.

Yan Chixia was also sitting intact next to Fang Bie, holding the wine jar and chatting about everything.

Fang Bie got a glass of Fu Sheng Bai with a smile, clinked glasses with Yan Chixia and drank it down in one gulp, but his eyes were on the black sword lying quietly on the table.

(End of this chapter)