163 Heavy Rain · Smile

Rebirth.

What a seductive word. But she had to refuse. She knew that once she got out of the boundary, her companions would no longer have turbid souls. She must stimulate all the soul power to prevent that tragedy from happening!

"Wo--"

Looking down at the sword practice field in the rain, two light mirror-like swords swept each other's throats together. Wumei raised her neck to dodge and saw the rain all over the sky, forcing people to see. In the end, nothing can be protected. Ten years... For ten years, my body and mind have been completely dedicated to the prince who is regarded as a god. In this way, he has paralyzed himself. Such a life may have come to an end long ago.

The sabera sword fell off from Wumei's hand, getting closer and closer to the reflection in his water, and finally merged into one. The water splashed everywhere.

Wu Mei moved her eyes from the pure hook sword pointing at her throat to the person holding it. The hair on his forehead rippled wetly, and bright drops of water flowed down his angular face. He is much more mature than he was then. But his expression of holding the sword did not seem to have changed from the beginning.

"Yuyang." She called his name and lowered her head, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Thousands of words were finally condensed into this sentence. He slowly withdrew his sword and said lightly, "You are sorry for me. You didn't protect Yushu. You broke your promise.

She stopped talking. The one just now can only be regarded as a duel. After a hundred years, it is no longer important who loses and wins. Now in Yuyang's heart, he has got what he wants.

"However, I'm sorry for you, too. I said I would save you, but it didn't come true. Yu Yang said that in the vague rain, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, "So, the two of us can be regarded as even."

He laughed. He actually laughed. There are sour and warm things surging in Wumei's eyes. This is the first time since she met Yu Yang that she saw him smile, so peaceful, so friendly and relieved.

Perhaps, nothing can relieve the resentment in people's hearts more than the smile of a best friend. For a hundred years, just as Umei has been guilty for failing to protect his companions, Yu Yang has always blamed himself for failing to fight side by side with them and saving them from Shura hell. However, now, the only two people left after a disaster can meet again a hundred years later. They can only hold each other's hands and show a rainbow-like smile after the storm. Such an ending does not seem to be bad...

Yao Ling looked at the two people with hands and slowly got up from the stone sword. If this is the ending that Sister Wumei wants, then she will choose the path of her rebirth.

Yao Ling has finally understood Wu Lingchun's intentions. To love someone is not to possess her, not to be wayward to keep her by your side and choose the future path for her. To love her is to respect her heartfelt choice.

It seems that her worries are completely superfluous and childish. In the jacket incident, I blamed myself for not being able to protect the fireworks sister. Now, I want to make up for it from Wumei. But family-like friends are often like this. She will help you when you need it most, and will leave you without any psychological preparation. No one can accompany anyone to the end, because everyone is moving towards their own goals. For the original intention of piousness when setting out with each other, no one can become a tie to each other.

Love this kind of thing is used to warm and inspire people, not to make people stagnate. If you want to protect a person is to put him under your own wings and let his wings degrade, then such protection is better not.

That's it.

Yao Ling turned around. Just like what everyone wants her to know, just as she really wants to give up Wumei, just like she has never been to Kunlun Mountain, quietly and leave.

At this time, there is only the sound of rain on the sword practice field. The distant body has been integrated with the rain between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, something unusual melted in the rain. While Yao Ling's hand pressed on the sword and turned around quickly, that thing appeared!

"Oh, hehe, hehe, hehe~~" Over the swordsmanship field, a red figure is suspended in the rain, and in the petal boundary controlled by his right hand, it is clearly sealed with black plums! Damn, when did you take action so fast that even Yuyang didn't have time to stop the real person!

"Oh, hehehe~~" The beauty in the red dress smiled and said, "Well~~ Why does it suddenly rain on Kunlun Mountain? It's wet and slippery everywhere, and I'm going to get wet with water~~"

Where did this woman come from? Yao Ling secretly took a breath of cold air, not to mention the huge red peony flowers on his head, and the left and right patterns on his face were so bright that they could not melt! And the bulging red dress, with such a thin upper body, now looks like an inverted wine glass! By the way, Hua... Shouldn't she be the elf of Hua Shenshen? It's much better than those pet-like guys before!

"Who are you?" Yu Yang's real person rose up from the clouds and asked him harshly. His voice now is obviously different from that just now. It is profound, as if he can break through the clouds to reach nine days.

"Oh, hehe~~ Ask me who I am? I am the peony elf, the peony, who came to take away the soul of the intelligence queen Wumei. She replied.

Take away the soul of Wumei? Sure enough, it's the flower elf. Why did she take the soul of Wumei?

"Please let go of my Kunlun disciples. Otherwise." The pure hook sword in Yuyang's hand makes a roar like a dragon. Otherwise, it's better to explain it with a sword. The peony elves are too messy, and the flowers are deep and deep. How can she send a small elf to challenge the real person in the fairy class? There will be no whole body!

"Oh ha ha~~" Peony covered her mouth and smiled, "Sure enough, you don't want to kill this woman at the beginning, and you don't want others to kill her, because she can't die - her soul can't fall into anyone's hands, right?"

Yuyang Zhenren said coldly, "Who are you and what do you know?"

Peony's hands kept sliding in the air, as if in a beautiful dance posture: "Oh, hehe~~ Of course, everything. This woman... is the hunting soul. I came for Lord Mozhu Hua Shenshen to confiscate this hunting soul!"

Hunting...hunting souls?

Is Umei a hunting soul? She, she is what they have been looking for, the third hunting soul? Impossible, impossible!

Yaoling calmed down, maybe it is really possible, otherwise, how can Wumei support such a demon boundary that consumes a lot of soul power; otherwise, why would Wu Lingchun rather seal the soul into the corpse to save the soul! Maybe she is really a soul hunter. However, neither the name Yuzhen nor Wumei can compete with the "step" on the hunting soul roster.

No, she is a hunting soul, which does not prove that she is the third hunting soul on the hunting soul remnant page. She devoted herself to the Dead Mountain a hundred years ago, so her soul must have been counted as a hunting soul "hunted" by the Demon Lord for a long time!

So that's it. In this case, we should try our best to protect Wumei, and we can't let the demon clan succeed! Yuanling's heart burned, but now she doesn't seem to have a chance to appear. With Yuyang real people, it is enough to clean up the peony elves!

"Oh, hehehe~~ Yuyang Zhenren, who has seen through the secret by me, looks very angry." Peony raised her arms and began to rotate and dance at high speed in the air. "Since you are angry, why don't you cut it with your sword? I'm looking forward to it."

Yuyang is a real person but doesn't move. Isn't it time to take action now? He held his sword at the peony, but he was motionless. What on earth was he waiting for...

The distant spirit suddenly realized. In this way, something is wrong! Yuyang Zhenren's momentum has changed a little. Isn't it that he doesn't want to take action, but that he can't take action at all?

Yuyang Zhenren turned his back to the distant spirit, but the distant spirit vaguely saw that there was a faint layer of white frost on his hand holding the sword. Although the color was beautiful, it was shrouded in an extremely strange atmosphere. Is that feeling a spell?

"Oh, hehe, hehe~~ What I'm waiting for is your helpless expression. Speaking of which, the girl is always haunted, and Lord Mo summoned her and she didn't come out. It's rare to come out once, it's this 'empty shadow virtual light', which turns the spirit into a low limit at the same time. As for the timing of casting a spell... It's because you put the pure hook sword in the Royal Sword Pavilion that is not on the chain all day long. It's too easy to do some hands and feet.

It's the flower elf who are tling tricks again! Now, the strongest existence Yuyang Zhenren has lost his combat effectiveness. Now the only one who can deal with Peony is the remote spirit! Xiao Fengchuan's serious guy has disappeared long enough. Hurry up!

"Oh, hehe, hehe, hehe~~ The little girl over there, you don't think so, you're my opponent this time, right?"

The spirit came in the wind, and the soul sword • flowing clouds urged the snow to condense in the rain, moving without shadow, quiet and invisible, shining without light, waving silently, and has been completely integrated with the rain.

"Do you want to fight?" The peony glanced at the white, "Now?"

"Of course it is now. I've seen enough of your bad dance. The distant spirit is cold.

"What? Whose dancer do you think is bad!" The peony elf was indeed poked in the fire, the pink fists were clenched, and the long red nails were deeply embedded in the pink palms. Yao Ling continued to say, "And oh, did you drop something in those two words just now?"

"What?"

"Of course...' Oh, hehehehe~~' and 'Oh, hehehe~~'." Yao Ling's hand held the sword tightly, and he didn't even move his finger. "In addition to the sentence just now, there is still a lack of 'Oh hehe~~'."

As soon as Yao Ling's voice fell, her right index finger moved slightly. The peony only felt that the sword was imminent, and almost in an instant, it forced her face door! It's impossible. Yao Lingming stood still and didn't move. How could her sword reach...

Is it the rain? The soul sword of water attribute • flowing clouds and snow have eliminated the body in this rain, and there is no drop of this rain that is not a soul sword. As long as the peony is in the rain, it is like being under the blade of the distant spirit sword. Is there is no place to hide?

What a terrible little girl, worthy of being the strongest soul on the soul hunting list!

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