Chapter 4 The Battle of Death

"This is the real derivative ability of my ancient night flute, the soul song." Xiao Ling looked at Lu Yuanhan and mocked, "If you hear this song, the soul source in your body will dissipate out at an unimaginable speed, making your strength, speed and physical strength drop sharply, and 10% of the scattered soul will gather in my flute--

It's not good! Lu Yuanhan knew that something worse was about to happen. He could not dodge. The six holes on the flute burst out of purple and black soul at the same time. With Xiao Ling's "return spell", he quickly attacked Lu Yuanhan. Lu Yuanhan was shot far away and fell to the ground for a long time.

"I have a thousand-year-old flute with only six holes, not the common eight-hole flute." Xiao Ling said coldly.

Xiao Ling is already very open and upright. He actually released the attack after explaining his third derivative ability to return to the soul spell, instead of attacking directly when he did not know the ancient night flute ability. If Xiao Lingzhen doesn't adhere to his principle of "fair combat", I'm afraid that he would have died already, Lu Yuan thought coldly.

However, why is this guy's moon sword so perverted and has so many unimaginable derivative abilities! Lu Yuanhan stood up again with all his strength. Xiao Ling put down Xiao and looked at the teenager with great interest.

"You are a great opponent," Lu Yuanhan's voice was extremely weak, but also masculine. "I'm sorry about your cabinet."

It's okay not to mention water and no dreams. When it comes to Xiao Ling, he is furious. He shouted angrily, "Don't pretend to be innocent there!" I don't know why you are in the January Pavilion, but if you come today, don't want to go out!"

Lu Yuan smiled coldly and clenched his hands without a sword. Xiao Ling saw a clue and shouted, "Don't use the second life!"

Xiao Ling was anxious. He knew that after Lu Yuanhan's soul dispersion and return spell of Gu Yexiao, the soul source in his body would be greatly damaged, and he could not use the secondary soul source and physical strength at all. If he forced to use it, it would cause great damage to the body, which was simply suicide.

Is this guy an idiot or a hero? Lu Yuanhan smiled bitterly: He said that he wanted to kill himself. In the end, he would either not take advantage of people's danger or remind him of danger. He really didn't understand the world of these moon warriors.

Xiao Ling was stunned, and the phenomenon in front of him was beyond his understanding - the source of Lu Yuanhan was rising sharply. According to common sense, there should be few soul sources left in Lu Yuanhan's body, but what is the source of the soul that keeps erupting out of his body?

Lu Yuanhan suddenly opened his eyes and shouted--

"Second life, no sword!"

A purple-black demon rose from under the cold feet of the road, and the floor tiles in the lobby and porcelain tiles on the roof slowly rose into the air. After a while, they turned into ashes, and gusts of hurricanes swept the lobby of the January Pavilion.

Xiao Ling stood in place with a strong determination to control her body from being blown. At the same time, she was surprised by the sudden outbreak of Lu Yuanhan - who is this guy and why is the soul continuous! Why is his second life still mixed with trap sources?

After the hurricane, the swordless purple and black in Lu Yuanhan's hand became thicker, and a skeleton chain tied the sword to Lu Yuanhan's wrist. Lu Yuan's cold face was expressionless, and his heart was also surprised: the unknown source of the trap is thicker and more obvious.

Why is the source of the trap in my body getting stronger and stronger? Is it because of the plumping trap that exploded when I first entered the moon area?

Lu Yuanhan didn't want to think much. He stood up straight on his side, pointed at Xiao Ling with his sword, and whispered, "It's your turn. Use the second life."

Xiao Ling did not show disdain and hatred for Lu Yuanhan's smile for the first time, and thought to himself: An open and aboveboard person must be a hero.

Lu Yuanhan did not know that Xiao Ling could not use the second life at this time - after Shui Wumeng and Lou Ling entered the prison, the January Pavilion Yuewei level was all sealed with the soul ring and soul chain.

If Xiao Ling can use the second life, the distant cold road in front of him will never be Xiao Ling's opponent. However, in today's situation, the victory or defeat seems to be more obvious - the balance of victory tends to be far away, although it is not fair.

Xiao Ling smiled, and the breeze blew. His long hair and robe moved slightly in the wind, like a beautiful ancient man in landscape painting. He thought: The road is far away and cold, and it really lives up to its reputation. If the task of saving the cabinet is given to him, there may be no problem. His smile gradually solidified, pretending to be ferocious, and shouted:

"There is no need to kill you!"

Lu Yuanhan's eyes showed an unbearable look, but he knew better that for Yueshi, not fighting with all his strength in the battle of mutual respect and appreciation was an insult to his respectable opponent. He slowly took a breath, held the sword in both hands, and whispered, "Well, it's rude."

Lu Yuanhan held the sword in both hands and stood in place and split it with all his strength. A purple-black lightning sword wind hit Xiao Ling at full speed like splashing ink. Xiao Ling looked at the sword wind with a fearless face and smiled. He was fearless and said in his heart: Lord, I finally understand you.

With a loud noise, there was a violent explosion in the place where Xiao Ling stood. The stone bricks with a radius of more than ten meters turned into ash, and the land of the bluestone slabs was also blown up into a huge pit.

The thick smoke dissipated, and Xiao Ling's ragged clothes were all over and slowly walked towards the road. He was already the end of a strong crossbow. When he was only five meters away from the road, Xiao Ling couldn't support it. He knelt on one knee on the ground, and the ancient night flute also turned back to the moon sword.

Seeing this, Lu Yuanhan hurried to help him, but he was stopped by Xiao Ling: "Stop!"

Lu Yuanhan was speechless and his eyes were complicated. Looking at Xiao Ling standing up straight with hard, Xiao Ling limped to Lu Yuanhan again and grabbed Lu Yuanhan's collar.

Xia Yi just woke up, and Jiang Xiaoxiao was still in a coma. Seeing this, Xia Yi quickly wanted to run over. Lu Yuanhan shouted, "Xia Yi! Don't come here!"

Xiao Ling sneered, pulled his collar down fiercely, glared at Lu Yuanhan's eyes, and stopped talking.

"Why... you don't have a soul ring." Lu Yuanhan was extremely guilty. Before Xiao Ling stretched out his right hand and grabbed his collar, he noticed that there was no soul ring on Xiao Ling's fingers. "Why do you deliberately say that when you can't live a second life... Don't you know that you will die like this?"

"Isn't I dead? Do you still want to kill me according to your degree?

Lu Yuanhan was a little at a loss. He knew Xiao Ling's strength. If he could use the second life, it would be easy to defeat himself, but Xiao Ling actually chose to do so, and he couldn't understand.

"You! Lu Yuanhan!" Xiao Ling pulled Lu Yuanhan's collar and did not let go. Her eyes were sharp and she shouted, "I don't know why you came to the January Pavilion, but I want you to understand that the misfortune of the owner of Shui Wumeng Pavilion is all caused by you!"

Lu Yuanhan lowered his head sadly, and he could not deny Xiao Ling's point of view.

"Maybe you don't know why it's like this... I don't understand! Why would such a perfect and kind person be treated like this? Yes, I know that in fact, the master of the pavilion privately sentenced her! But do you know what she did wrong? Why was she locked up? And, and..."

Xiao Ling's words were gradually unclear due to her serious injury. "Moreover, I don't know who is secretly manipulated by the moon world now, pushing everything to the worst situation, and even the head of the cabinet can't curb the worsening trend. Wumeng Pavilion owner knew that after entering the main cell, she would definitely be assassinated! However, she tried her best not to implicate us, but what about us! We can't do anything! I can only watch the owner of Wumeng jump into the fire pit, but there is no way to save her!"

Xiao Ling gasped and his mood broke out to the peak. Lu Yuan's cold face was red, and he didn't know what to say to the elegant long-haired man in front of him.

"So, Lu Yuanhan, listen..." Xiao Ling's mood slowed down a little and whispered, "I can't save the owner of Wumeng Pavilion. Even if I risk my life to save her, it will hurt the Moon Pavilion and make the owner of Wumeng Pavilion jump into the Yellow River... But you are different... You are not from the moon world, only you can save Wumeng. Lord, the road is far away! Did you hear me?"

Xiao Ling grabbed Lu Yuanhan's collar with both hands, and Lu Yuanhan stared at him with a complicated expression.

"These words... are simply humiliating to me. But... I can only give you what I can't do, Lu Yuanhan! Please, please, definitely, definitely, be sure to save the owner of Shui Wumeng Pavilion! If it's later, it will be too late!"

Xiao Ling's strength had been exhausted. He grabbed the hands on Lu Yuan's cold collar and slowly loosened, and his legs could no longer support his scarred and broken body. He fell to the ground and slowly closed his eyes. Before the world turned black, the voice and appearance of his sister Xiao Xuan came to his mind.

Fantasy no longer helps anyone, and no longer weaves dreams for anyone. After all, the blank is blank. For a long time, Xiao Ling immersed her body in the blank and tried to adapt her body to the blank. He thought that that was his destination and must live in peace.

He understands that like water without dreams, she has woven dreams for others for 60 years, and her fate requires her to do so. Xiao Ling doesn't know how powerful such a dream will be in the end. However, since he is trying to find some meaning from his current existence, he must do his best to continue this work, probably.

Xiao Ling stood in front of her eyes closed, looking at the increasingly white sky. I haven't seen the dawn for a long time. A blue edge appeared at the end of the sky, slowly spreading to all sides like blue ink in white paper. It is so blue, as if it gathers all the blue in the world. He stared over there thoughtfully and thoughtlessly.

When the sun came out of the surface, the blue was swallowed up by the daily white light in an instant. There is only a cloud floating above the distant cemetery, a clear and pure white cloud, like a clear cloud on which you can write on it. Another new day has begun. As for what this new day will bring him, he can't guess.

He smiled miserably and still quietly stared at the floating clouds over the cemetery. The clouds did not move at all, as if they were completely stationary in the sky. It's getting darker and darker. In the dark, he thought of the rain falling on the sea - the rain that fell silently and unknowingly on the vast sea. The rain quietly knocked on the sea, and the fish were even unaware of it.

Xiao Ling closed her eyes.

I kept thinking about such a sea until someone came and put his hand gently on my back. Sister, since you left, it has been Sister Wumeng who has taken care of me instead of you.