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On the Shenzhou continent, several countries stand side by side.

In the Daming Flower Palace, Lianxing was dressed in a splendid palace dress like a cloud shock, with a long skirt reaching the ground, and a long hair shawl, like flowing clouds.

No matter who she is, just one look at her will know that this is a person with an extremely complex personality, and no one can guess the slightest thing about her.

Whoever looks at her will be amazed by her stunning beauty, but they can't help but feel some pity for her.

Because this peerless beauty always hides her left hand in the long sleeves of the flowing clouds, and tucks her left foot in the floor-length skirt, but she has never been able to hide the deformity of her left hand and left foot.

At one point, the left hand hidden in the long sleeve of the flowing cloud sank slightly, and judging by the touch, it was a rectangular flat metal block.

Pixing's face was silent, his heart was terrified, and he was vigilant and guarded around.

To be able to sneak into the Shifting Flower Palace quietly, and without a master like her noticing, send this piece of metal to her, I am afraid that only Zhang Zhenren in Wudang can do it.

Who the hell is sending her something?

Unable to suppress her curiosity, she revealed her left hand, which had been hidden, and looked at the delicate and beautiful rectangular flat metal block.

"What is this?".

If modern people see it, they will easily give the answer - smartphones.

The pitch-black metal reflected her beautiful face, and just as she was in amazement, the metal suddenly lit up.

A clear picture is displayed in the light, and there is a line of very standard small words in the upper left corner - live broadcast room.

In the picture, a man is sitting on a chair, staring at the same metal block in a daze.

At the same time, individual women in the Shenzhou Continent encountered the same situation as Mercy Xing, and watched the content of the picture with emotions such as surprise, fear, anger, and curiosity.

............

Cao Xuan remembered looking down at the live broadcast on the way home, and accidentally got stuck on the road, and appeared in this strange place in a trance.

The clothes have not changed, they are slightly loose, and their height and body size have shrunk a little.

The body seems to have become younger, without the heaviness after overtime, full of energy, relaxed, as if rejuvenated.

When I turned on my phone's camera, I saw myself on the screen look like I had when I was sixteen or seventeen.

Cao Xuan thought he was dreaming, and was about to study this incomparably real dream.

Bang, the door opened.

A figure strode forward, stood firm, drew his sword, and sealed his throat with a sword.

Cao Xuan didn't even have a chance to react, he only felt a chill in his throat, and his eyes fell into darkness.

Kind-hearted women like Guo Xiang and Yi Lin couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and Yi Lin twisted the Buddha beads in her hands and began to chant for Cao Xuan, passing away for him.

Wanwan, Feng Siniang and other people who walk the rivers and lakes all the year round are used to vendettas in the rivers and lakes, and they do not have the slightest emotional fluctuations when someone is killed.

Instead, I wonder why I can see the experiences of others in this metal block.

The next moment, as if going back in time, Cao Xuan sat up straight again, and all the viewers watching the live broadcast couldn't help but widen their eyes, their faces were shocked, and they stared at the screen seriously.

"Am I alive?".

Cao Xuan touched his throat with palpitations, intact and did not have any wounds.

He was still sitting in his chair, as if nothing had happened.

Although I clearly remember the pain and despair of the moment of death.

The body is intact, conscious, and even young again.

He pinched his arm hard, it didn't hurt at all, everything was like a nightmare, and he hadn't woken up from his dream yet.

Just as I was thinking, bang, the door opened again.

It was still the same figure as before, holding a long sword in his hand, and striding towards the meteor.

Cao Xuan was dumbfounded, looking at the figure in disbelief.

"Wait..."

Brush, the sword light flashed, Cao Xuan's throat was cold again, and before he lost consciousness, there was only one thought left in his mind: "Ah, I'm dead again." "

"Ha, I'm alive again. "

The heroines and demons who watched the live broadcast fell into shock again, came back from the dead, and came back from the dead again, how is this possible!

Cao Xuan was excited, the mobile phone had already fallen to the ground, his hands trembled and touched the wound, and his throat was unharmed.

"I'm dreaming!".

He looked in the direction of the door and said to himself: "It must be a dream, rejuvenation, constantly being killed, it can only happen in dreams." "

Bang, the door opened again, still the familiar recipe.

Without waiting for the other party to stride forward, Cao Xuan stood up, and Er Kang stretched out his hand to the front: "Wait, don't draw your sword yet, I... Damn!".

Brush, crisp and neat, Cao Xuan's eyes fell into darkness again.

"I was squeezed when I woke up, and I was still bullied in my dreams, which is unbearable!".

When he woke up again, Cao Xuan pinched himself hard, it didn't hurt, it was still a dream.

He immediately gritted his teeth, his heart was full of unwillingness, picked up a chair and hid by the door.

Bang, the door opened, and he threw his chair over the shadow's head.

The chair has not yet hit.

Brush, bang!

One horizontal and one vertical, the long sword was sheathed, and the chair was unable to roll to the ground.

Dongfang Undefeated, who was watching the live broadcast, frowned slightly, and said in surprise: "It is really incomprehensible that the speed of being able to come back from the dead is so slow." "

While she was thinking, Cao Xuan woke up again.

He thought the chair was too heavy, affecting his speed, and began to look around for a weapon to take advantage of.

Bang, the door opened, and Cao Xuan hid by the door, waving his mobile phone and smashing it at the black shadow.

Bang, the phone is intact, and the black shadow is also unscathed.

"I'll go, my head is so iron, it's unreasonable!".

brushed, the sword shadow flashed again, and Cao Xuan fell to the ground and died.

"Being bullied so badly, are you sure this is my dream?".

Cao Xuan was looking for a weapon in the room, and bang, the door opened.

Before he turned around, he only felt a chill in his heart, and helplessly looked at the tip of the sword that pierced his chest, and it was dark again in front of him.

Wake up again.

Bang, the door opened, and the dark shadow strode into the meteor.

Cao Xuan's elbows were on the table, his chin was crossed with his ten fingers, his eyes were deep and invincible, and his low magnetic voice was full of domineering

"You fight with me Cao Xuan, do you have the strength?"

Brush!

"Here comes my brother!".

Brush!

"Okay, I was wrong, I shouldn't have watched the snow and the moon with her, from the poems and songs..."

Brush!

"Do you want to know the meaning of life? Alive?".

Brush!

"Others laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through it!".

Brush!

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan? "

Brush!

The female audience who is good at poetry and singing is amazed that Cao Xuan has such literary talent, and the female audience who only knows how to fight and kill complained that he still looked sour and rotten when he died.

Cao Xuansheng leaned on the back of the chair without love, and said with a pitiful expression: "Ah, lighter." "

Brush!

Phew, the big man makes a little daughter posture, shame!

The heroines and demons snorted softly together.

Cao Xuan has lost count of how many times he has died, from the initial resistance, to the boring and funny, to the numbness and lying flat now.

The female audience in front of the screen also went from shock, curiosity, and confusion at the beginning to boredom and wanting to sleep.

Even kind-hearted heroines like Guo Xiang and Yilin, watching Cao Xuan die back and forth, no matter how much sympathy and forbearance they have, they are about to disappear.

Yi Lin didn't know how many times she had recited the Buddhist scriptures, her mouth was already dry, and she was confused by the scriptures.

Who is this person? Can he reverse time, no matter how he kills, he can't kill him, is he an immortal?

It's just that the gods are so boring?

Bring them a delicate piece of metal so that people can see him show the same way of dying?

It's okay to die differently!

Up to now, Cao Xuan is not sure if he is dreaming or not, he pinched himself without pain, but he was in pain and desperate when he was killed.

Everything in front of me is like an infinite loop of nightmares, and I don't know when it will stop.

[The host started broadcasting for the first time, and the live broadcast was successfully broadcast for half an hour, and the host sword was rewarded twenty-three].

[The soul has been strengthened during the host's crossing, and after many nightmares, the twenty-three conditions for using the sword have been reached, and it can be used once a day to attack the designated target].

Live!Sword Twenty-Three?

Cao Xuan was a little confused, isn't this a dream?

But how can man come back from the dead indefinitely?

It's beyond real-world perception.

As for Sword Twenty-three, of course he knew what it was, from "Fengyun", it was the strongest move that the Sword Saint Dugu Jian realized before he died.

After his death, the original god used the sword twenty-three to fight a decisive battle with the hero, and the blood washed the world and the first floor of the world.

This sword move is so powerful that all three fields are frozen by time, and the enemy cannot move to be slaughtered.

This top-notch swordsmanship should give him a chance to fight back!

Without waiting for Cao Xuan to continue thinking, bang, the door opened.

Cao Xuan pointed to the sword, with a light and indifferent look: "You shouldn't come!".

Brush, the sword light flashed!

Right here and now.

Time suddenly slowed down.

The heroines and female demons who watched the live broadcast seemed to be immersed in the scene and saw a strange scene:

The sword light, which was so fast that only the afterimage could be seen, showed its true face.

The blade of the sword is cold, reflecting the cold light of autumn water.

The tip of the sword pointed at Cao Xuan's throat, moving forward slowly and slightly like a snail.

The air ripples set off by the blade "froze" and slowly spread towards the surrounding fluctuations.

Cao Xuan's strands of hair and a corner of his shirt that were swept by the sword wind also remained fluttering, motionless.

Everything was almost frozen.

Dark shadows, long swords, ripples in the air, hair, clothes...

It's like something frozen in amber.

Only Cao Xuan's body bloomed with a brilliant golden light, exuding an invincible sword aura.

This move is "Sword Twenty-Three"!