189 Red Heart

Yangzhou Xicheng District. Fengchuan sat on the upper stone in front of the door of a house with a sword. The lantern in front of the door swayed in the night wind, and the black blood stained it beyond its face. I couldn't see what the original word was on it.

Fengchuan wiped out a piece of blood stains on the sword with his sleeve. His deep eyes reflected on the bright sword and said to Nan Gezi behind him, "Our task has been completed, right?"

"Hmm." Nan Gezi nodded. Even after a night of fierce battle, his white robe was not stained with blood. "Fengchuan, let's go."

Fengchuan didn't say anything.

Nan Gezi was a little worried and looked at Fengchuan. At that time, he heard the shouts of Fengchuan, the sound of the rice sword coming out of its sheath and rubbing against the air, and the sad cry of the evil spirits. He knew in his heart that the battle memory hidden in Fengchuan's body had awakened.

Maybe, from today on, he is no longer the stubborn Xiao Fengchuan who confesses to heaven and earth, "Although I'm wearing the clothes of the moon and holding his sword, I'm just myself."

Those memories that he had never experienced, but were extremely clear in his mind made him confused, scared, and made him not know what to do.

"Brother Nan Ge." Fengchuan stood up with his sword. "I have a question for you."

Nan Gezi suddenly looked up and "looked" behind Fengchuan. At the moment when Fengchuan got up, his attention was no longer on what Fengchuan was going to say--

"Be careful!"

When Fengchuan recovered, Nan Gezi had already picked up his collar and jumped to the roof with one hand. Fengchuan looked back at the place where they used to stand, and there was already a blood-red zombie standing!

"What is that? Unexpectedly silently..." Fengchuan had no ability to react at all, and he didn't know why he mixed into such a strange thing in the soul-song game.

Nan Gezi let go of Fengchuan, hooked the strings of his right index finger, and firmly tied the zombie's neck. He frowned. Ordinary zombies have long been cut into two pieces of his strings, but this one is only barely restrained.

"It's a gorgeous corpse. This kind of demon can't travel from the demon world to the human world by his own strength. Nan Gezi noticed that the brightly colored zombie was staring at him coldly with purple pupils. "It seems that some zombies who want to make trouble in the world sneaked into the evil spirit team and came here through the soul flag. Fengchuan!"

"Good!" Fengchuan Changjian pulled a sword flower in the air, and his smile at this time was finally a little like him in a normal state. "However, I have never liked to fight with such brainless people..."

It's not a fight, it's a fight.

Although this zombie only came here with his own murderous will, its quick response and quick action are far from those swordsmen who have been on the battlefield for a long time.

Nan Ge was deadlocked with the zombie. His fingers suddenly trembled, and he only heard a "pop" in the air. The string that strangled the zombie's neck suddenly broke! Two pieces of silver string bounced from the fracture, and the broken silver light flew up like tears!

"Fourth brother!" Fengchuan waved his sword in front of Nan Gezi, and opened the heavy punch of the zombie with a sword!

"Cut, it's really hard to deal with." Fengchuan's arm was numb by this punch. He asked Nan Gezi, "Fourth brother, are you all right?"

"It's okay." Nan Gezi shook his head. With the attack of that level just now, with his physique, it is not an exaggeration to crush the bones of his whole body. He doesn't care about his life and death now. He only hopes that the brief confusion just now will not affect Fengchuan's fighting spirit.

If it is Fengchuan, it should be able to do it.

As Nan Gezi expected, Fengchuan now thinks that the only way is to defeat this zombie and protect Nan Gezi from harm. No matter what strange things came out of his mind just now, together with these ugly guys, become the soul under his sword!

He clenched the sword in his hand, and the blade was full of wind and anger, sweeping at the zombies like a huge wave--

"Death, bastard!"

Fengchuan's sword stabbed the zombie's chest, but was caught by the other party's flesh and could no longer move forward. In this world, there is really something that can't be pierced by a rice sword...

Fengchuan looked up at the bright and poisonous zombie, and suddenly felt that his purple pupil actually had eyes.

"Ha ha ha... I didn't expect to see you here." The zombie suddenly opened his mouth to speak, and there was also a lot of surprise on Nan Gezi's face, "Son Tayue."

Three people are deadlocked. Xiao Fengchuan looked at the blood-red zombie, just like looking at the sea of blood that would melt his body with a touch.

"It seems that you don't remember me anymore." A strange smile appeared on the zombie's face. The corners of his mouth were exaggeratedly open. It should have been a beautiful arc, but on his face, it was like a wound torn with his own hands. Blood dripping down the skinless body. He may have forgotten the pain, but the person who looked at it couldn't help but feel creepy.

"Are you calling me?" Fengchuan asked as if nothing had happened. He pulled the sword out of his palm and carried it on his shoulder. He found that the palm of the zombie was just a small pit stabbed by his sword.

The zombie sneered. Maybe it doesn't want to laugh now, but once the corners of its mouth grin, unless you dial it back to the original position with your hand, the stiff facial muscles can't automatically restore the last expression. He said, "I'm the last demon you killed in the demon world five years ago."

He stretched out his finger and pointed his long pale nails to the sword in Fengchuan's hand: "Five years ago, you defeated me with this sword... What, now you are a little different from the beginning?"

Fengchuan looked at the zombies in confusion. Nan Gezi watched the change.

"Captain of the first team of the purple light group of the demon clan, do you really have no impression at all?" Zombies seem to have a little regret, "Is five years long or short for you humans? There is the blood of the born god of war flowing on your body, and even the memory of the bloody battle of life and death can be easily forgotten. Before I met you, I never knew that the sword held in the hands of weak human beings could be so sharp, and I didn't know that the soul of a person holding a powerful weapon could emit such a hot and dazzling light.

The blood on the zombie's face flowed out of a loser's expression. He was not annoyed or unwilling, but very respectful of his opponent. What he seems to be longing for is not to turn defeat into a shame, but just to return to this person and fight him vigorously again.

"But you are already dead. How do dead people fight with living people? Or, do you want to be killed by me again? Fengchuan asked.

"Ha... Your tone of speech hasn't changed." If it hadn't been for the confusion of the enemy in front of him, the zombie would not have bothered to talk so much nonsense with him. Since he is a swordsman, he should talk with his sword. "The so-called warrior will never die as long as he does not have the will to fight. Let's make a move!"

"slow down." Nan Gezi said to block it, "This... General, do I need to lend you a sword?"

The zombies ignored Nan Gezi. What he means is that Fengchuan has already understood that his sword is the steel body he got after five years of hard work in the demon world in a zombie state!

"Ding!"

The rice sword collided with the zombie's arm, and the sparks floated at the moment of blooming. The fast wind blew up Fengchuan's clothes. He knew that he could not take a step forward: five years ago, how did Mr. Tayue defeat this guy!

What a strong power! Feng Chuan was about to get glued with the other party. Unexpectedly, the strange zombie was full of strength and pushed Feng Chuan out with his arm!

"Hey... I haven't seen you for five years, and the strength of my arm has become like a woman! Hahahaha!"

The zombie laughed wildly, but heard a "bang". The place where his arm blocked the sword just now opened the skin and the blood gushed.

"Hey! I've never met him. I've never seen such an uncut guy like you!"

The zombie was not angry because of his injury. On the contrary, he shook his arms and rushed to Xiao Fengchuan with a franic smile: Even if it was not exactly the guy in the past, all he wanted was a long-cherish victory or defeat!

The flying sword cuts through a series of moon-shaped bright lights in the night sky. In order to avoid head-on wrestling with zombies, Fengchuan almost flew in the air and waved his sword. In the extreme fight, the sword light and blood flowers are intertwined like the wind. Nan Gezi stood quietly on the roof to watch the battle, with white clothes floating, like the fine snow being blown away by the wind.

Nan Gezi doesn't care about the progress of the battle between zombies and Fengchuan. In front of his eyes, there was a light that was more dazzling than lightning and more eternal than the sun, lingering. He seemed to see Fengchuan's excited appearance in the gap between noise and wild dance. This man has pierced the movement of the whole battlefield into the bone marrow of his whole body, and the free flowing sweat made him excited.

The sword of the swordsman was honed by the spring breeze before the blood rusted; the soul of the warrior was reborn for the clear sky before the wind candle disappeared. Frightened and persistently intoxicated with the wind and snow under his sleeve, but in a moment, the victory or defeat was decided.

The body of the zombie fell straight like a giant tower. He stared at the night sky, which he had never known before, opened his dry mouth, and stopped talking for a long time.

Fengchuan sent the sword back to the scabbard and turned around and said, "What's the matter, zombie? By the way, what's your name, zombie?

Sure enough, although the soul is the same as before, hasn't the memory really woken up yet...

The zombie lay on the ground and coughed gently. Fengchuan stretched out his hand to pull him up, but he didn't answer.

"Win so beautiful... Are you a monster who doesn't know what it is? Or... is it just a machine that fights instinctively?"

Fengchuan didn't care and smiled: "I don't understand what you're talking about. In a word, I'm not the son of the moon, although there are a lot of memories that don't belong to me in my mind in recent days. Although the memory is chaotic, the soul in my body tells me that I am me, and I just need to insist on being myself.

Fengchuan nodded his heart and continued, "As for the battle, whatever you think. From the day I held my sword, what I protected had never changed.

The dawn sun melts the darkness and makes way for the morning wind of the new day. In addition to the unfinished blood, Fengchuan's mouth was still shining with a smile, which shone into Nan Gezi's heart.

He also laughed. It seems that the previous worries are purely superfluous.

The battle has honed the man's body and mind. Whether it was five years ago or five years later, the hand holding the sword had never hesitated, and the heart of the naked son had never been confused. He has never changed.