Author: Bachelor in White

"Stop it."

Fan Yao's eyes narrowed and he gave a wry smile. The moment he caught a glimpse of the birdcage, he looked up and seemed to be looking for a way to break through the birdcage - Zheng Xiu's "birdcage" which he had used in front of Gong Nie's treasure house ten years ago.

Having seen it once, he probably knows the effectiveness of the birdcage in trapping enemies.

However, even Fan Yao didn't know that Zheng Xiu's "birdcage" is that "trapping" is only a superficial function. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it traps the enemy or not. For Zheng Xiu, the more important thing is to "trap" the enemy.

he himself.

The moment he entered the birdcage, Zheng Xiu once again felt the disconnection between himself and his heart.

After Zheng Baimei "died", her current status is unknown. Among the incarnations that Zheng Xiu can currently use, only [Zheng Shan] is the most suitable.

【Projection】: Zheng Shan!

[Unbreakable] triggers.

In an instant, Zheng Xiu's appearance seemed to have remained unchanged, but his whole temperament was completely different. He changed from a polite scholar to a muscular painter. All the changes occurred in the blink of an eye. Fan Yao remained silent and his toes were empty.

, and slapped the edge of the birdcage with one palm.

"Lord Governor, what's the rush?"

Zheng Xiu swept across the battlefield with his peripheral vision, and saw that Atulu, a man and a camel, was entangled not far away by Cheng Xiao. There seemed to be magma-like flames flashing on Cheng Xiao's sword, and he didn't know what kind of magic it was.

With such an effect, wherever his knife struck, Atulu's body would emit black smoke, which was extremely terrifying. Atulu screamed in agony. From this, it can be seen that Cheng Xiao and Atulu

The fight was so intense that there was no winner for a while.

"Feel sorry."

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Zheng Xiu muttered to himself. After taking a look at the monk's position, he focused his attention on Fan Yao again. He saw Fan Yao push out with his palm, and in front of his white fingers, the air was slightly distorted, and there was an overwhelming feeling.

Like air waves piled up forward, beating the birdcage into a wave-like shape in the air, and an obvious bulge protruded from the outside of the birdcage.

Zheng Xiu's birdcage seemed vulnerable, and Fan Yao looked happy, but before he could use his second palm, the "blood bars" suddenly transformed into countless sharp blades and struck at Fan Yao.

"Damn it!"

Fan Yao shook his big cloak, moved a thousand pounds four or two, counterbalanced it with gentle strength, and rotated to remove the bloody sharp blade.

At this time, Zheng Xiu no longer held back, and the wound on his wrist was constantly gushing blood. In other words, in the state of "heavy bleeding", his "ink" could be said to be a steady stream. In the blink of an eye, the pen was written into a painting. A handle resembled a strange object.

The long knife of San [Broken Moon] is as illusory as it is held in the hand. The ink-colored light and shadow flows silently between the blades, like a rich ink shadow, magnificent and charming.

"Brother Gongsun, I'm afraid there is no misunderstanding between us."

Fan Yao raised his eyebrows, wrapped his whole body in a big cloak, and frowned.

"There is no misunderstanding, you know it well."

Zheng Xiu held a long ink-colored knife in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he went to kill Fan Yao without mercy. Seeing Zheng Xiu coming, Fan Yao could only resist, but his strong aura was like substance, and he blocked Zheng with a pair of fleshy palms.

Xiu's knife made a clanging sound like gold and stone clashing. Sparks and ink splashed out from the place where the flesh palm and the shadow knife collided. For a while, the two of them fought to the death in the birdcage, hitting the bird from the ground.

On the edge of the cage, I tried hundreds of moves.

Fan Yao could still pretend to be calm and composed at first, but as time passed, several flaws appeared in Fan Yao's moves. Zheng Xiu made a backhand move, swiping across Fan Yao's wrist, and almost picked off his tendon.

Cut off - He wanted to take advantage of the situation and cut off his hand, but Fan Yao dodged it at the critical moment.

Zheng Xiu also became more and more frightened as he fought. Although Fan Yao was a natural stranger, he did not perform any magical skills from beginning to end. His movements were still in the category of "martial arts", but his strength far exceeded this era.

Anyone can look down upon the world. While taking a breath, Zheng Xiu remembered what Fan Yao had said and suddenly woke up.

"You have cultivated martial arts into a kind of 'thaumaturgy'?"

Fan Yao narrowed his eyes when he heard this but did not deny it.

Fan Yao once said that he practiced the "Yin Yang Reversal Sutra", and to practice this skill, he had to be cut off first. Then he thought that the real Fan Yao was the eight generals of the incomplete building, and he was deeply familiar with the practice of "complete thaumaturgy", so

Only then did Zheng Xiu wonder whether this kind of "cutting" somehow complied with the rules of the "Mutilation Technique", which allowed him to take a completely different path of mutilation in the world in the painting.

"Why don't you use your natural alien technique?"

"Have you seen the candle?"

"You appear here for another purpose?"

"So it turns out that the real inner demon is not the monk..."

Zheng Xiu noticed that as time passed, Fan Yao's aura became more and more confused and his expression wavered. He asked several questions in a row, each one more heart-wrenching than the last. When he asked the fourth question, Zheng Xiu held his left hand empty.

In his right hand, Mo Ying's long sword was sheathed in the tiger's mouth. In an instant, Zheng Xiu's breath sank, as unmoving as an old pine in the mountain.

"The real inner demon is you!"

Super speed!

Before he finished speaking, a straight ink line connected Zheng Xiu and Fan Yao. When Fan Yao reacted, his figure suddenly retreated, his neck went cold, and the next second his blood was gushing out. The shadow of Gongsun Mo in front of him was gone.

The real Gongsun Mo appeared behind him after he swung his sword, as fast as lightning, almost psychic.

Fan Yao knew that if he did not retreat, this knife would be able to cut off his head. When he was frightened, Fan Yao, who had lost his disheveled hair and was calm at first, said hysterically: "You don't understand! You don't understand anything! All of us.

All must die!”

"That's why you came here." Zheng Xiu said expressionlessly: "You have seen Zhu, and you have noticed part of the 'truth'. Even if the world in the painting is a big dream, you are still worried, worried that the monk will die here.

.”

"So you are the real inner demon. You are the monk's sub-personality. For so many years, it has always been you occupying the magpie's nest! Otherwise, ten years ago, with your ability, you had the opportunity to kill the monk.

Will spare his life."

Fan Yao was shocked, and he covered the wound on his neck. Zheng Xiu's words seemed to hit him in the face, completely breaking through his defenses.

yes.

He is the "inner demon". He is the so-called "sub-personality"! He is the part that most "should not exist"! He is the part that should be spurned and abandoned the most!

It was he who suppressed Huahua for so many years, until he was sucked into the scroll, Huahua was reborn as a "flower monk", like a piece of pure white paper.

When he and Zheng Xiu were talking to each other that night, he seemed to have looked away from everything and let go of everything. But in fact, only he knew the unwillingness and anger in his heart. He wanted to go out, he wanted to leave here, and he was not willing to be just a person.

The illusory "inner demon" whose existence cannot even be confirmed!

"Bo!"

suddenly.

Zheng Xiu's feet sank, and the solid ground strangely turned into a quagmire, sucking his feet into it.

At the same time, when Fan Yao, who was also trapped in the "birdcage", became ferocious, the ground under his feet also changed in the same way.

The entire battlefield instantly turned into a strange color of black and red. Pure black and gorgeous red, like two kinds of paint randomly splashed together, suddenly turned the place into an indescribable large dye vat, wrapping everyone Got in.

"Ahhhhh——"

Screams continued everywhere. Zheng Xiu and Fan Yao looked back and found that in the quagmire, ink-colored light and shadow were like an illusory boundary, starting from the ground and pushing upwards. In an instant, everyone's vision was filled with a layer of fantasy. Like the color of ink shadow, every movement of hands and feet casts a layer of gorgeous light and shadow.

Behind beautiful things, there are often fatal dangers. The moment he saw this scene, Zheng Xiu was horrified and his scalp was numb. Whirlpools like quicksand were formed on the ground, and the knights kept sinking downwards, risking their bodies. The terrible smoke emitted, corroding them all in an instant, leaving their flesh and blood blurred, and in the blink of an eye they were reduced to bones.

Chang An... is open!

too fast!

"call out!"

With a long roar, Cheng Xiao's body was covered with a layer of black evil texture. The long sword in his hand doubled in size, and the sword light was covered with a layer of bloody and hot sword light.

In front of him, the monster Atulu, who had killed nearly a hundred knights, turned into minced meat on the ground. His original shape could not be distinguished for a long time. The pieces of meat that were cut into hundreds of pieces, when Chang An opened them, looked like It weathers like dust and turns into dense black particles of dust floating upward, like smoke and fog.

laugh!

The black mist above Aturu's blood clot was particularly thick, and a gorgeous red flower bush suddenly protruded from it, constantly infecting the world in front of him.

"Dead? Aturu is dead? Impossible!"

"Is that... the art of the corpse stitcher?"

"That's not Aturu!!"

"Fake! It's all fake!"

Seeing this, the ferocious-looking Fan Yao had only boundless fear on his face. He looked at the pile of minced meat in disbelief, his eyes wandering back and forth on Zheng Xiu and Cheng Xiao, his pupils dilated, and he counted frantically: " One, two, three...one, two, three...one, two, three..."

"He lied to me?"

"No, he lied to Lou Mengkong!"

"Lou Mengkong is the third person!"

"One, two, three, one, two, three!"

"That's enough! There's enough here! It's enough!"

"No more, no less! No more, no less! No more, no less!"

"Hahaha! It turns out, no more, no less! Exactly three people!"

"None of us can leave! We can't leave! We can't leave!"
To be continued...