There seemed to be a warm force in the White Gate that could soothe Leng Xiao’s suspicion and vigilance, but even though he was calm, he still did not step in.

This was the case again. He felt it before the Black Gate. Before he could get two steps, a strong murderous aura and bloody smell came.

This is already the case outside the door, and I don’t know what the scene is like behind the door.

Perhaps some people will choose the White Gate because of this, after all, the White Gate at least looks more like the Life Gate. Some people will choose the Black Gate because of this. If they want to attract people to the White Gate, some people will do the opposite.

But in fact, no matter which door the visitor step into, it follows the intention of the formation person. No matter how he acts, he is already in this game.

He raised his horned soldier, and the momentum of his long sword was held in his hand, his aura suddenly changed, just like the long sword in his hand, and he dared to ask the sky with his sharp edge.

With one sword, the black and white doors turned out like bubbles. The scene of life and death in front of me dissipated like a mirror flower, water and moon, and rippled in circles of ripples.

Then, another water mirror appeared in front of him. The water mirror was divided into dozens of areas, each with one person. There were also many areas, only a corpse left, and the spirit mist floated and no one collected it.

However, those areas where the characters still have their lives are all struggling with the Dragon Killing Formation. Soon, one of them was exhausted from spiritual energy and was torn into pieces by these countless Dragon Killing, and died.

Among those areas, there are white lights all over the sky and black lights all over the sky. Don’t talk about the White Gate and Black Gate, they all have the same ending.

No matter which door you enter, the person who enters will definitely regret it in his heart and hates that he has not chosen another door.

Leng Xiao, as a bystander, looked at the death of others and felt a sense of gratitude in his heart.

As soon as this feeling arose, he felt a trembling heart. Life and death, black and white, are all relative. And are those happiness and regret also relative feelings?

He looked up again and saw a circle of ripples rippling in the water mirror, and all the pictures dissipated. After that, what was revealed in the water mirror was himself.

At this moment, Leng Xiao stood in front of the water mirror and seemed to look in a mirror. However, he was even more immature in the water mirror, and he did not have such a demonic aura, as if he was just a weak scholar.

His face was expressionless and could be said to be cold. And he was smiling in the water mirror.

"The chessboard has been determined. No matter how the chess piece falls, it will never be able to get out of it. If you want to break out of this chessboard, what should you do?"

"Could it be that you have to fill this game of chess to overflow?"

As his brows slowly frowned, his smile became brighter in the water mirror.

At this moment, the dragon horns in the sky suddenly fell like rain of arrows. Leng Xiao waved his long sword, protecting his body tightly and holding two spiritual jades in his mouth.

But when the manpower is exhausted, even Lingyu can't keep up with his consumption with all his strength.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and the horn soldiers and the dragon horn intertwined each other, sparks blooming. In a faint way, the sparks were flying like small dragons, which was very beautiful.

If you see this beauty too much, it will make people feel tired.

A dragon horn pierced from the diagonal. Leng Xiao turned his wrist and the dragon horn hit the sword grid, but Leng Xiao suddenly opened his eyes wide.

It was just because the sword pattern of the horn soldier was ring-shaped and there was a round hole in the center. A green light flashed across the dragon horn, but it fell on Leng Xiao’s waist in an instant.

Leng Xiao's body-protecting spiritual energy was immediately dispersed, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out several feet away, and he felt like his body was broken by someone in the waist!

His moves dispersed, but the dragon horn would not wait for him to adjust, and it still fell down with a bang. Even those who were knocked away by him turned around again.

His eyes flashed through the water mirror, but he paused for a moment. Isn’t this the scene when he first watched his life and death?

Now, he is the person struggling in the water mirror, and he is the bystander who has nothing to do with him.

Leng Xiao's long sword slammed, and three dragon horns flew away. His toes pointed to the ground. His figure turned into a afterimage and jumped towards the water mirror.

A sound of water coming from the surroundings, as if there were splashes of water.

He suddenly turned around, and the dragon horns gradually returned to peace, as if they had been in a cage again, imprisoned in a place, and could not move rashly.

Leng Xiao climbed his fingers gently to the corner of his mouth, and suddenly his heart thumped.

He had long disappeared in the water mirror, but he replaced the image in the mirror, stood at the position where the mirror was just now, and had the smile on the mirror surface.

Or, the mirror image is always him. He never laughed, but his fingers stroked the corner of his lips, but he clearly felt the corner of his lips slightly raised.

Leng Xiao opened his mouth slightly and exhaled a breath of turbid air. Perhaps the irritability in his heart at this moment was also under the calculations of the formation's planners, which made him feel unwilling, but he could do nothing. Perhaps the weak should accept it.

Behind him was a chaos, and he didn't know the distance of the road; in front of him was the water mirror, in which the dragon horn returned to peace, and the black and white gates stood there quietly.

"There are many strange places that Leng has experienced."

The distracting thoughts in my heart seemed to dissipate with his sigh. When I raised my eyes again, my heart was as calm as water.

He is not proficient in formations, but all formations have a common way to break the formation, which is to break it with force.

He let out a low roar and cut the water mirror into two halves with a sword. Wherever the sword blade passed, the mirror was shattered on the ground, and each piece of glass reflected his face.

Leng Xiao suddenly lowered his head, and saw that the faces on the many fragments showed a smile again, and then they walked out of the fragments one by one.

Every time someone walked out, the glass-like fragments flowed like water, converging with each other, appearing ordinary.

But there were thousands of people standing in front of him, and each of them seemed to be carved according to his mold, with a smile on his face as if it was a spring breeze.

Leng Xiao smiled, showing a little self-mockery, and then quickly restrained and turned into indifference. Only then did he feel that his so-called kind-hearted smile was quite stupid.

"The past self will not disappear, but it should be in my heart, not in front of me."

He gently rubbed the sword grid with two fingers, and a trace of spiritual energy flowed upwards, like a spider silk dragon, wrapping the horned soldiers tightly.

A shocking sword shadow burst out on the horned soldiers in an instant, as if it turned into a blue dragon, and roared away.

But the thousands of false shadows did not hide at all. They killed hundreds of them with just one sword.

The false shadow that was killed dissipated like fog and returned to nothingness.

Leng Xiao looked at the empty field, but suddenly his lips and teeth opened and he spit out a mouthful of blood. The veins on his forehead swelled up, and his face trembled slightly.

When he cut off the false shadow, he was hurting himself.

Those who are cruel are cruel to others and to themselves. Bento is a training.

The false shadow was always waiting for his killing like a lamb to be slaughtered. When it dissipated, it still had that smile on its face.

Every time a false shadow was removed, Leng Xiao felt like he was cut by a knife. His front collar had long been stained with blood. Who could he say the pain in this?

The false shadows in front of me decreased one after another, and Leng Xiao's breath became weaker than a little.

Until he saw only the last false shadow left in front of him, he knelt on the ground with his sword on the ground, but it was difficult to stand up. His vision was a little blurred, and he couldn't even see the face of the false shadow in front of him.

But that smile still touches people's hearts.

He saw a palm appear in front of him, and he slowly stretched out one hand and put it on.

The palm seemed strong and powerful, and he easily pulled him up. He held the man's body and barely stood firm. The man was like a stone pillar, without moving at all, standing straight, and it turned out to be his false image.

Leng Xiao coughed twice again and slowly raised his sword. His wrist was still a little unstable, and the false shadow suddenly spoke: "If you kill me, you will die."

Leng Xiao stopped moving, blinked his eyes twice, and said, "I know."

His arm relaxed, and the indigo sword fell to the ground with its own weight, making a clanging sound.

He suddenly laughed, his smile as if it were the false. He sighed: "Why am I going to commit suicide?"

As Leng Xiao's words fell, when he raised his eyes again, he was always standing in front of the black gate, feeling the manic murderous intent, holding the horned soldiers to his heart.

The tip of the sword had already pierced a little, and blood gushed out, slid down the blade, dyeing the collar red.

Leng Xiao turned pale, put away his long sword and took a few steps back. Perhaps because he had hesitated for too long, the formation had already made a choice for him - a dead end.

The two black and white gates disappeared in an instant, and the dragon horns in the sky broke free from the shackles and fell towards him.

"Are you real or illusion?"

He looked up at the raindrop-like dragon horn and raised his sword to greet him. He was not a gambler, but he lost his bet and was buried in the dragon tomb.

"Jiaobing, after this life, I will fight with someone!"

He held the indigo long sword in his hand, and what flowed out from his fingers was no longer spiritual energy, but bright red blood. The blood was hidden in the sword body, as if blood-colored veins were carved on the long sword.

The horned soldiers trembled gently, as if they were leaping, and a clear chant echoed slowly between the sky and the earth.

As blood was lost, Leng Xiao's body became weaker and his eyes became sharper, while deeper in his eyes, there was peace like a deep pool.

A flash of spiritual energy on the ring, and two spiritual jades appeared in his hand. In the ring, spiritual crystals and spiritual jade piled up like mountains. He whispered: "Come!"

In the spiritual jade, spiritual energy kept flowing, making up for the consumption in his body. But this compensation was not endless. He was constantly becoming weak, but the dragon horn became more and more courageous as he fought.

Leng Xiao lowered his eyes slightly, and a ball of spiritual mist appeared on his hand. He opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The majestic energy in the spiritual mist suddenly surged up in his body, as if to break him.

Bloodshots appeared on his face, as if the mirror was shattered, which looked particularly terrifying. However, there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and he slowly raised the indigo sword in his hand.

"Catch a certain sword!"
Chapter completed!