Can Rebirth be withdrawn?

Chapter 7

When he went down the mountain this time, he must have been concerned by many people, and all the things he wore were magic weapons.

This young man is obviously not the opponent of this big monster, but relying on the many magical tools and many talismans, if he can't beat him, he smashes his equipment, and this big monster has nothing to do with him for a while.

The boy was carrying a sword on his back, and that sword was tightly wrapped by him, as if it was very precious.

Although he had gained the upper hand with the magic weapon, but it was only for a while. After the magic weapon was destroyed several times by the big monster, the young man obviously couldn't hold on anymore.

But it's also strange, he didn't have many talismans in his hand, and he would rather continue to use talismans than draw his sword.

As cultivators of immortals, the sword is the best weapon, and using a sword is much better than a talisman, especially the young man's sword, which is probably a good sword, otherwise the few people just now would not have said that he was all relying on him The sword is slightly better.

The big demon was probably provoked by the young man's endless magic weapons, and his anger was hidden in his voice, which made the surrounding leaves rustle: "Boy, you are such a low-level magic weapon, how can you get me?"

As the magic weapon was shattered again, the demonic aura around the big demon became more and more intense. He didn't give the young man any chance to dodge. He hit the young man with his palm and sent him flying into a tree not far away.

The boy fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The next second, the big demon landed in front of him and opened his mouth, trying to swallow the young man into his stomach.

Although Zhong Shaoyu met this young man by chance, and she even hated this young man's bravado style, but she, who has conquered demons for hundreds of years, couldn't just sit back and watch a human life being devoured by an evil demon.

She silently recited a spell, drew a spell, and was about to stop the big demon, suddenly a sneer appeared on the corner of the young man's lips, and then he opened his palm, adding a fan.

Before the big demon could take precautions, he swung his fan violently, and a strong wind knocked the big demon to the ground.

Zhong Shaoyu drew the spell at the end, and stopped abruptly, as if someone had tapped her acupuncture points, she looked at the fan in the boy's hand without blinking, and the blood in her body stopped flowing.

Sapphire fan.

It was a magical weapon that his master often held in his hand during his lifetime.

That fan...how could it be in the hands of this young man in front of him?
While Zhong Shaoyu was in a daze, the boy waved his fan again, and the big demon was swept up into the air and fell heavily to the ground, creating a deep hole.

Although the sapphire fan is his master's magic weapon, it's not a magic weapon for door-to-door use, it's just a primary magic weapon, and it needs spiritual power to swing the fan.

The young man was clearly exhausted. After swinging it a few times, the power was not as strong as before, and instead, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

The big demon Jie Jie stood up with a strange smile, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, looked at the young man, "Draw your sword!"

The boy stubbornly refused to draw his sword.

The big demon walked towards him: "If you don't draw your sword, you will die."

Unconvinced, the young man waved his sapphire fan again, more blood seeped down from the corner of his lips.

Now the big demon became curious about the sword behind him. He stretched out his palm and easily sucked the sword into his palm: "I want to see what kind of treasure it is—"

Before the last word could be uttered, the cloth wrapped around the sword was smashed into pieces by the big demon.

Zhong Shaoyu looked at the sword in the big demon's hand, and her heart constricted suddenly, the pain made her unable to breathe.

Moyu!

It was her master's sword before his death.

"That's not because you were arguing with him, saying that if he didn't have the sword left by his father, he would be nothing."

Zhong Shaoyu's gaze slowly shifted from Moyu to the young man.

The sword left by his father...Mo Yu...Master...Ye Sang!
He turned out to be the Ye Sang she was looking for.

The only blood left by his master in this world.

The big demon was obviously not interested in the sword, as soon as he threw it on the ground, he condensed his demonic aura and waved away at the young man.

Without any hesitation, Zhong Shaoyu leaped to the boy without any hesitation.

Before the big monster swung that palm, there was a loud bang, and he knelt down in front of Zhong Shaoyu.

Da Yao's expression was very painful, and he tried his best to get up, but he couldn't struggle no matter what, he gritted his teeth and roared: "Who is it?"

No one cares about him.

Just when he was about to roar for the second time, a figure came out of the woods unhurriedly.

It's Jiang Yu.

He didn't seem to wake up, he yawned lazily, and stretched slowly.

His expression was very indifferent, and his leisurely look didn't look like he was walking in the wilderness, but more like he was taking a walk in the back garden to enjoy the scenery.

Seeing his appearance, the big monster's face changed instantly, and his kneeling posture became very pious. His voice was not so much begging for mercy, but more like whimpering: "Zun..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The big demon suddenly fell in front of Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu continued to walk forward as if he didn't see it.

As his steps landed on the big demon, the big demon instantly turned into powder.

He shattered a demon so lightly.

Zhong Shaoyu looked at Jiang Yu standing in front of him, and swallowed his saliva with palpitations.

Compared with Jiang Yu in front of her, she was more worried about Ye Sang behind her. She smiled at Jiang Yu while stepping back, then kicked Ye Sang's foot with her heel, signaling him to go quickly.

Although Ye Sang didn't know who Jiang Yu was, he was still a good man who knew current affairs. Knowing that the disparity in strength was too great, he picked up Mo Yu who was on the ground, and scrambled away.

Jiang Yu glanced at Ye Sang, Zhong Shaoyu was afraid that he would stop him, so he stretched out his hand and tugged down his sleeve.

Jiang Yu glanced at Zhong Shaoyu, then his gaze slowly moved down, and landed on Zhong Shaoyu's white fingers holding his cuff buttons.

Just at this time, the voices of those young people looking for Ye Sang came from not far away.

"Little brother, where did you go?"

"How did you get hurt like this, are you okay?"

"..."

Those voices gradually faded away, and Zhong Shaoyu knew that Ye Sang had reunited with those people from the fairy sect and was safe.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that she was still grabbing Jiang Yu's cuff.

She let go quickly.

Jiang Yu stared at the cuff for a moment, then raised his eyelids, "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Zhong Shaoyu opened his mouth, and then opened his mouth again.

She couldn't tell him that she ran away overnight.

She is now a phoenix flower demon who loves him to the death and refuses to marry him.

Zhong Shaoyu's thoughts turned twice, he looked straight at Jiang Yu, and murmured, "Huh? I seem to have seen the person I like..."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Zhong Shaoyu reached out to touch Jiang Yu's face.

She obviously felt his body stiffen, she pretended not to notice, slid her fingertips across his cheeks, landed on his lips, and nodded lightly twice: "What kind of wonderful dream is this, It's so real..."

PS: Zhong Shaoyu: As long as I say I am sleepwalking, I am sleepwalking!
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