Chapter 70 Lu Yuewu

"Collection (circle~"

- The silver sword drew a perfect arc, but this blow still failed.

The night witch screamed in horror, and the sound suddenly overturned her to the ground. She was rolled back several times by the sound waves, and her body was scratched by rough masonry. But thank God, her charm has stopped for a while.

"This is impossible!" She gasped in panic and stared at the female swordsman who had stood up again. How can you..."

"Nothing is impossible, Nianta." Lu Yuewu said. A loss does not affect her mood. She cheered up. Your charm is useless to me. So is your magic. Although it seems to be omnipotent. She is too far away from Rosie. What's more, she also deeply understands that the swordsmanship she practiced is not the same as them.

"Nothing is omnipotent." Rosie once said to her, "There is no sword that is invincible."

She remembered that she answered her like this, "That's the sword in my heart." Her swordsmanship praises this way: the sword with her heart is like the way of a knight, so Li Ou and Rosie, who only regard sword skills as fighting, will not understand. She didn't mean to explain too much. I believe in her, and she will cut through the thorns and be invincible.

"But General Baisheng also had a defeated battle."

"But the sword body was not broken because of this, and the setback made the blade sharper."

She clenched her sword in her hand and remained motionless in the sound of stormy and tsunami-like landslides. Although the sound wave is invisible and like a hurricane, she looks at it as nothing. She firmly believes that even if she holds only an ordinary silver sword in her hand, she will not flinch.

"Nanta," she opened her mouth against the strong wind, and her words were extremely clear. Stop resisting and get out of here with us."

"Do not think about it." The night witch refused without thinking about it. I will stay here." The magic stirred around her body, like a whirlpool with great attraction. Lu Yuewu couldn't see its light, but felt that her body was resisting her will. It's good here, isn't it?" She said, "Men and women are all subject to me. What that old woman can do, I will do better than her. And you will also be here with me."

Does it rely on her magic? Lu Yuewu didn't know where her self-confidence came from, but she doubled her vigilance. In her country, magic is called the fairy art of immortals, which is rare for ordinary people to see. Here, she is even more confused about them. However, she believes in her swordsmanship, and her sharp sword is indestructible and as sharp as the blades of the gods. Even magic is unstoppable.

"I'll wait and see how you will turn me into your puppet."

"You will know, miss." The night witch seemed to squeeze out an ugly smile as if she was forced to calm down. I promise. You will be willing to call me my master like that woman and try your best to please me like a dog just to get my reward.

"I'm not interested in your reward..." She paused and changed her name, "...Night Witch."

"Then let's wait and see."

"I'm waiting."

"You will become weak, miss. Then kneel in front of me."

This time, the night witch's lips did not understand, but the voice clearly came into Lu Yuewu's ears. They sounded in her mind, echoing like water. She is like an order, and the words contain magic to wash away her heart. However, her inner wall is like a thick sluice cast by steel, which is enough to stand under the waves for thousands of years.

"It is not known who will kill the deer." She said a few words calmly and took a step.

Night Devil** smiled coldly. Without warning, a wild wind blew towards her. The howling wind rolled up all the objects on the aisle: torn tapestries, wooden stands, antique portraits, expensive porcelain, ceramic sculptures, and heavy bronze and tin sculptures... all hit her head. She stood unsteadily and staggered in the wind.

The wind rolled up by magic is also mixed with a deadly wind blade like a crescent moon, invisible, cutting through everything that blocks the way. In a short moment, the porcelain broke, sawdust flying, and the iron statue made an unbearable sound. But the young night witch underestimated her, and her childhood training was far more difficult than this. She learned swords in the waves, hung sandbags under the waterfall, and was scarred in the attack of countless bronze people. Like thousands of trainings, she performed an amazing and dazzling dance. She raised her sword, retreated, moved, bent down... When the wind gradually stopped, a lot of rags of garbage piled up behind her, and her feet were clean and neat - she was like a shapeless ghost. She didn't seem to move.

Nianta was so stunned that she even found that Lu Yuewu was close at hand. It was not until the silver sword drew a sharp sword again that she suddenly woke up and fled in horror. She screamed and resisted with magic. However, this time, the silver sword is like the dawn sword in the hands of the gods, cutting off the sound of magic condensation. Her throat seemed to be tightly choked by something, and she could only make a whimper and cry like a wounded chick.

"You, you..." She couldn't even say a complete word.

Lu Yuewu took another step forward. This time, she got closer. In just two steps, the silver sword would be nailed to Nianta's body. As I said, nothing is impossible." She raised her sword and said, "I'm different from them. Completely different. I'm not Leo or Rosie. I don't need magic, and your magic is useless to me.

Her black hair is floating, and her eyes are as quiet as the night, like a secret goddess in the dark night, which has existed since ancient times. Her face only has the complete tranquility that seems to be indifferent to the world, and it seems that even the end of the world can't shake her heart.

The night witch kept screaming until her voice was hoarse. She called the wind and her fingertips emitted two black magic rays. The ground passed by left a charred mark, emitting a rotten and dilapidated smell. Lu Yuewu jumped to the left, broke through the block of the sound waves, and ran around to her. More slender black light arrows shot from the night witch's fingers again and surrounded her from all directions. Her clothes hissed and began to smoke. A stronger smell filled the air, and she was almost smoked to death.

"You can't escape." The night witch gritted her teeth and said, "I will arrest you..."

Lu Yuewu struggled in the bright black, sticky arrow net like a dirty swamp. The silver sword is simple and unpretentious, but brighter. She has no spells on it, let alone runes. But she did become more and more dazzling until she covered the greasy black light of the arrow net. She is like a jewel mantis from the cobweb, trapped by the cobweb and cut off all the shackles.

The night witch's ridicule stopped abruptly and turned into a frightening sound.

"...No, how can you..."

Lu Yuewu did not say anything, but the night witch seemed to see terrible despair in her peace. She screamed and turned around and ran away. She can't escape. Lu Yuewu caught up.

The night witch fled in horror and ran through the corridor and a closed room. Several men and women seduced by her saw her and surrounded her with hunger and devoutness. Get out of here!" She scolded, "It's better to die!" She desperately summoned rays, pierced their bodies, and drove them all away. After fleeing crazily, she looked back at Lu Yuewu. She was ecstatic to find that the other party was avoiding the men and women who were wailing and moaning, and her speed slowed down.

She found Lu Yuewu's weakness. So she laughed loudly and stopped running away. She turned her head to look at Lu Yuewu and smiled coldly. Her magic oscillated like a wave of water. She silently summoned the men and women she conquered, the puppets of her body.

Lu Yuewu had no choice but to stop. More than a dozen men and women with dirty and ugly lower bodies came out from behind the night witch and blocked her way forward. The night witch laughed loudly behind the wall composed of innocent people, "Kill them, kill them, you won't do this, Miss Yuewu, you can't do it, because You are not Leo, nor are you Rosie. She laughed at her with her previous words and pierced her heart.

She looked at the approaching crowd. Although they are ugly and dirty, and their bodies have a disgusting smell, they are all living people, not corrupt corpses. There is life in their eyes - although everything in it exists only for the night witch. But she can't do it. She had to retreat again and again until her back hit the cold wall.

Her heart was somewhat shaken in front of these guys who rushed to her, and she doubted whether her persistence would bring her own destruction. The tremsy magic sound poured into her mind, and her defense line was retreating and collapsing. Finally, one person scratched her shirt, and she could not escape and could only let the other party tear off a piece of her skirt, but the other man grabbed her wrist and almost took away her weapon.

"Do it, do it." The night witch laughed crazily, "Otherwise, you can watch it. They will take off your clothes and let you enjoy their 'passpasspassance'. I promise, you will fall for it."

Lu Yuewu can no longer argue. She couldn't help avoiding their hands, slapped them with their scabbards, and knocked their arms with the back of her sword. But even so, those men and women soon showed scars and blood stains. Raise the sword a little higher and stab a little further forward, and you can kill them and catch me. Come on." The night witch smiled wantonly, and the power of demagoguery tried to erode her will and destroy her faith.

She tried to break free from their siege, but her counterattack seemed weak under their siege. She didn't know what to do. In the laughter of the night witch, she became more and more unable to resist.

What should I do? She asked herself. She searched every corner of her heart, trying to find an answer. Her teacher, her sister, and her lover... In a flash of inspiration, she realized that only by living can she have faith: no matter how kind the swordsmanship is, it is just for survival and to find life.

"How should the sword be used?" She remembers her teacher asking her this in the first swordsmanship class.

She remembered that she answered the wrong question at the beginning: "It was used to protect the weak."

However, her teacher slapped her in the palm with bamboo strips. The use of the sword is to stab the enemy with the pointed end. Her teacher said harshly, "That's the real use of it. Everything else is a lie."

She thinks what the teacher said is not all right, but she understands now. Her faith has not wavered, she just understood the truth in a desperate situation. Helping blindly is not practice, but stupidity. She kind of understands some of Leo's practices.

Lu Yuewu raised her silver sword and fell with a knife as the night witch said. Rest in peace." She prayed to the silent gods and the immortals of the East that she could take in the souls of these poor people. If there are any remaining good gods, she knows that they will definitely take them in. Lu Yuewu focused on her sword, and the silver sword bloomed again, brighter than any moment. She echoes her will, and in the hum of a dragon, she is cheering for the refinement of her practice.

"No, how can you..."

"...I understand the true meaning of the sword. I have a long sword in my hand, not a shield.

The night witch struggled desperately. She roared, roared, and sent out black light arrows, making the puppets rush up... She did nothing to do anything. She can't escape. Lu Yuewu stabbed out a long sword - this sword aimed at Nianta's chest.