Feng Ying was stunned.

She had seen this figure that suddenly appeared in her dream, and she still remembered it clearly.

The mysterious girl threw away her long bow, picked up a knife, and charged quickly. Every movement perfectly combined violence and agility. The moves were simple and neat, without any unnecessary complication.

He raised the knife and dropped it, and the head of a resurrected corpse flew into the sky.

The overbearing sharp blade collided with the long sword, and the long sword trembled and fell away.

The unabated blade slashed across the top of his head. The disciple in robes was frightened with his disheveled hair. He turned around and ran away without hesitation. He threw a mess of talismans behind him and even used a lightening talisman. Unexpectedly, before he ran a few steps, he was attacked from behind.

The heavy blow sent the whole person flying forward, flying over the grass and hitting the stone temple. He died on the spot.

The slender girl seems to be extremely disgusted with the resurrected dead body, and the exercises she uses also restrain evil objects, destroying dead bodies and even kicking them.

The long knife came out of his hand, penetrating the talisman and the dead body at the same time.

He rushed towards the last corpse with his bare hands, jumped up, and punched hard in the chest. The sound of bones shattering was so harsh, and then he hit the corpse with one punch after another. After three punches, even if the spell did not malfunction, it would be meaningless.

Handsome shook off the blood on his fist.

He turned around and glanced at the few people who were besieged. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked to Feng Ying.

"..."

Feng Ying was very nervous.

She put on a defensive posture and put down her weapon in embarrassment. The girl who suddenly appeared was indescribably powerful. No one present was her opponent, not even the immortal master who was covering his neck and coughing blood.

"May I have your name."

"I...my name is Feng Ying, the heroic Ying."

Feng Ying glanced nervously at the strange girl, which was very similar to the one she saw in her dream.

The mysterious girl lowered her head and stared at the rusty iron knife in Feng Ying's hand. Many thoughts flashed through her eyes, and the dark line of fate became clear.

Look up and see the approaching rain on the distant mountains.

"My name has only one word, rain, rain of wind and rain."

The temporary name was very random because she didn't know who she was.

The girl named Yu looked at the nervous Feng Ying and shook her head, waving her hand to follow. Feng Ying hesitated but finally chose to follow, holding a rusty iron knife and walked up to the old monk.

As expected of an immortal master, he managed to hold on despite being so seriously injured. The moist mountain wind blew his blood-stained beard, which was a bit desolate.

The three iron nails still remained intact.

Two nails were driven into a third of the rock, and the third nail remained upright, shaking as the old monk struggled.

Yu looked down condescendingly, and the dying old monk looked at her with unwillingness in his eyes.

Pouring his lips, Yu raised his legs and kicked away the old man whose throat was spitting blood.

He looked back at Feng Ying.

"Use your knife to cut off the evil weapon."

"Ah? Oh, okay."

She didn't know why she listened to Yu, but Feng Ying thought she was probably afraid of her.

Holding the handle of the knife with both hands, he chose a suitable angle and swung the knife forcefully, cutting the third iron nail of the evil weapon that had not been driven in.

With a clanging sound, the dark red iron nails trembled and remained unchanged, surprisingly intact and undamaged.

The old monk on the ground was shocked and his injuries worsened.

Feng Ying turned to look at Yu anxiously. Yu was silent and had strange eyes.

"Why don't you draw your sword and chop again."

"Because...because the knife is rusty and can't be pulled out."

"..."

Yu closed her eyes and tried to control her expression so as not to embarrass Feng Ying. She couldn't understand why she would choose an ordinary person.

Sighing, she looked into Feng Ying's eyes seriously, which made the fisherman girl feel uneasy.

"Perhaps you think that you can live quietly until your death, working from sunrise to sunset, accompanying you in the mine fields, so you have no determination to draw your sword. In fact, what you have experienced is just a brief intermission in the turbulent years."

Feng Ying was at a loss and couldn't understand it at all.

Yu continued.

"The flames of war will burn everything, unless..."

Turn around and look at Tianzhu Mountain, which towers into the starry sky in the distance.

"My head is very messy, I can't remember many things, and I have a headache."

I felt better after rubbing my forehead.

Reach out.

"Give me the knife."

"okay."

Feng Ying handed the knife to Yu's hand in confusion. She didn't even understand why it happened, and felt that the knife was controlling her.

Yu took the knife and closed his eyes. Many images flashed before his eyes, resonating with the knife and restoring some memories.

Just then lightning roared in the sky.

who I am?

Yu still couldn't remember her origins. Others had parents and families, but she couldn't remember anything.

Missing memory is like duckweed in the water, unable to find a sense of belonging.

The wind was very strong, and after a brief sunny day it started to rain again, with heavy raindrops crackling on the leaves.

Feng Ying felt that something had changed in the rusty iron knife. The rain washed away the rust, and the scabbard gradually revealed its original appearance. After repeated confirmation, she found that it was not an illusion and the rust was really falling off.

The girl named Yu raised the knife with her left hand. There were still rust residues on the scabbard that could not be removed. It was much better than before.

Hold the handle of the knife with your right hand and use both arms slightly.

The scratchy metal friction sound was very clear, and the blade left the scabbard a little bit. Perhaps it was the magic weapon that had lost its luster. The blade still had a lot of rust on it and looked ordinary.

Finally, the sharp blade was completely unsheathed, and the blade was straight, about three fingers wide, with a beveled tip.

With a swish sound, the sharp tip of the knife pointed diagonally at the ground.

The rainwater slid along the blade. The mysterious girl suddenly turned the straight knife over and rushed straight towards the few people who were still resisting and trying to escape. Her movements were almost exactly the same as the knife skills Feng Ying practiced in her dream. She was more flexible in performing them and had an aura that Feng Ying did not possess.

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The Senhan blade cut through the almost still rain, making a unique sound of breaking through the air. The sharp blade brought up bright red blood. When the mysterious girl stopped, all her opponents were dead, and two masters of the military were killed by her two swords.

Use a trick to shake off the blood on the blade.

Those who had been lurking in the sneak attack stopped panting.

The leader bowed his hands and thanked him.

"Thank you for your help, hero."

The girl didn't know what to say, so she could only say hello with her hands raised, then turned back to the Three Nails.

Throwing it away, Feng Ying quickly grabbed the handle of the knife and caught it.

"Go on, cut off any one."

"good……"

Feng Ying touched the straight blade and observed carefully. The weapon that had been with him for many years with mysterious origins turned out to be like this. In front of the stubborn old monk, he raised the knife again, raised it high and slashed hard.

Feeling slightly blocked, the nail broke into two pieces, and the smooth rocky hill trembled again under my feet.

The other two nails trembled violently, and after about half a breath, they shattered into pieces with a snap. The eyes of the old monk who was lying on the ground were as wide as a goldfish, and the meridians all over his body were crackling.

When his head tilted, he was shocked to death by the backlash from the earth's veins, and his soul consciousness also collapsed into pieces.

Yu didn't seem to be surprised and threw the scabbard to Feng Ying casually.

"This is not the first dragon vein to be nailed, nor will it be the last. They knew that they couldn't afford the consequences of doing such a thing, but they did it anyway."

"Haha, maybe they think it's very honorable. They regard death as if they are dead, thinking they are doing something earth-shattering and beneficial to future generations."

Yu said to himself and shook his head.

"What cannot be killed by dragon veins will revive after a hundred years, but all living creatures will suffer."

He bent down to pick up the long bow, randomly collected a few arrows and put them into his quiver, and put on his bamboo hat to protect himself from the rain.

"Let's go, you will understand soon."

Feng Ying walked back in confusion, with Yu following behind.

She didn't pay attention to who the people in armor were. It seemed that Yu had no interest in other people, or that to her, other people didn't deserve too much attention.

The rain gradually stopped, and the rainbow connected the majestic North Mountain and the sparkling lake, like a bridge.
Chapter completed!