Traceless and shadowless, collectively known as "double blades to kill demons", the combination of the two swords is the nemesis of demons;
The first one in the heavenly spectrum is the famous sword Heavenly Sword, the second one in the heavenly spectrum is the Demon-Slaying Double Blade. ——The unparalleled sword spectrum
In Beixi, the northwest border, a heroic figure of a woman is wandering back and forth on the edge of the border. Behind her is a shadowless sword, which is the famous sword nominated by the Unparalleled Sword Book not long ago.
"Defend the bandits and travel across the northwest territory; the demonic atmosphere disturbs you, and the sword cuts the heavenly way ruthlessly."
The Master of the Shadowless Knife walked from the direction of Wanjie City along the edge of the northwest border to Beixi City, but saw that he was wearing a military robe and cape to resist the wind and cold, and his long brown hair was tied behind him so that his sight would not be blocked in the wind and dust.
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The wind and dust keep coming, and the steps keep coming, but I don’t know where it will end...
The divine body and demonic thoughts followed Wuhen's guidance from Beixi City and walked all the way towards Wanjie City. Accompanied by Wuhen, the phantom-like phantom body only relied on the awakening consciousness.
With a little sense of support, I move forward step by step, but I don’t know where the end will be...
In this way, two people who have never met met accidentally and inevitably due to the involvement of two swords——
The first feeling the Shadowless Knife Master had when he encountered the person blocking his way was: Danger, extreme danger!
"That knife... um... it should be Wuhen, which is known as the Demon-Slaying Double Blade together with Wuying behind me... Is it a coincidence? Or..." The master of Wuying Sword was confused, and was wary of this name in front of him for a moment.
A mysterious figure of unknown origin.
On the other hand, although the spirit body and demonic thoughts do not recognize the person in front of them, they have an indelible desire to possess the knife behind the person, as if that knife is the meaning of their existence.
"Knife...I want a knife...Give me a knife..." Divine Body Demonic Mind stretched out his left hand and pointed his index finger at Wuying behind the master of the Wuying Knife. Those seven intermittent but clear words showed his intention.
"You want Wuying? Brother, what do you want this knife for? And why do you want this knife?" The master of Wuying Knife was not angry. From the tone of the person in front of her, she could hear:
This person is here just for the sword and has no ill intentions.
"What do I need a knife for? Why... do I need this knife... I don't know... I don't know... But, I want a knife... Give me the knife, give me the knife... This way... I won't kill you
...Give me the knife!!" The demonic thoughts in the divine body hate those questions that they can't find the answers to and have no way to find the answers. At this time, the murderous thoughts surged!
The master of the Shadowless Sword sensed the strong murderous intention and demonic aura on the opponent's body, and immediately took a step and a half back, and the Shadowless Sword broke out of the sheath behind him——
"bass--!"
This is a Tang sword with extraordinary craftsmanship. It has a silver-white blade and an invisible back. It does not show its shadow under the scorching sun, and there is no obstacle in the wind and sand.
"Brother, a gentleman is the beauty of adulthood. This sword was obtained by Feng Qingqing from the God and Demon Sword Prison. It is unreasonable for you to forcefully ask for it... I see that the murderous aura is floating around in you. I guess you are not a treacherous and evil person, why do you do it so often?
Are you going to open your mouth to kill?" The master of Wuying Sword, Feng Qingqing, unfolded his moves with his sword, but held his position without making any moves, because he really didn't want to start a fight.
"Kill...people die...I live...kill...kill...kill!!" The divine body and demonic thoughts stabilized the murderous intent, cutting through the wind marks without traces, and the traceless moves of the treacherous knife appeared in the wind and sand——
"Helpless! Luo Yue Slash!" Feng Wuqing let out a helpless sigh. The pressing knife style burst out instantly, and the knife flew around. Luoyue's power rose and fell twice. The first blow knocked down Wuhen, and the second blow pinned Wuhen down.
On the ground in the wind and sand.
"bite!"
"clang!!"
Under Wuhen's suppression, Wuhen once wanted to use his spiritual power to break free. Unexpectedly, Wuhen's spirituality was far superior to Wuhen. He was immediately suppressed by the sword and Wuhen was unable to break free. He had to gradually give up the struggle. Seeing this situation,
The spirit, body, and demonic thoughts suddenly became panicked.
"Wuhen... Wuhen... my Wuhen... don't die... don't die!!" The divine body and demonic thoughts knelt directly in the sand, and the whole body fell on the sand, rushing towards Wuying like a fool.
The Wuhen who was lying down panicked and shouted "Don't die". This scene really surprised Feng Qingqing: Could this person be mentally retarded?
"Don't die! Don't die! Don't die!!"
Hysterical roars, heart-wrenching fear, and undignified actions, as if what stopped struggling on the sand was not a knife, but his own life...
Seeing this, Feng Wuqing lamented that the sword-loving man in front of him regarded the sword as his life, but in his heart he gradually understood the reason why the other party wanted to demand Wuying - maybe he was just an innocent sword-loving man.
"I can let your Wuhen go, but please don't worry about Wuhen anymore, okay?" Feng Wuqing tried to use this to "intimidate" the demonic thoughts of the divine body, but Wuhen's thoughts were not in his heart.
"Don't die! Don't die! Don't die! Don't die!!!" The divine body and demonic thoughts didn't care about Feng Qingqing's words at all, they just kept shouting, their words became clearer and smoother, and their speaking speed became faster and faster.
quick.
"Alas!" Feng Qingqing let out another helpless sigh, and immediately retracted Wuying. Wuhen, who had lost the external pressure, immediately "alive" and flew back to the side of the divine body and demonic thoughts, spinning and trembling as if to comfort himself.
's owner.
"Not dead, not dead! Knife, give me the knife." The divine body and demonic thought stood up, and then asked Feng Qingqing for Wuying again, but this time, he did not dare to act rashly, and seemed to know that the opponent's knife seemed to be restrained.
No trace left.
Feng Qingqing was speechless at the persistence of the person in front of him. He could have just ignored him and left, but this place was on the edge of the border. Bandits and bandits often appeared, and the person in front of him was obviously mentally retarded and acted erratically. If he ignored him,
, I’m afraid it’s hard to end well.
"This brother, Qingfengqing, plans to go to the northern border along this border. The day before yesterday, a friend claimed that there were monsters infesting the northern border and harming one side, so he wanted to use Wuying to follow the way of heaven and kill the monsters! Wuhen Wu
The two swords of Shadow are collectively called the Demon-Slaying Demon-Slaying Demon-Destroying Demon-Destroying Demon-Destroying Demon-Destroying Demon-Destroying Demon-Destroying Demon-Destroying Demon-Destroying Demon-Destroying Demon-Destroying Demon-Slaying Blade.
Wuying can be given as a gift." Feng Wuqing thought about it and decided to help the knife-loving person in front of her. Moreover, for her, although Wuying is sharp and handy, it is not as good as a piece of "fulfilling others".
acts of kindness.
"If you kill the monster, will you give me a knife?" The demonic thoughts of the divine body rang out for a while, and then I understood the meaning of Feng Qingqing's words.
"That's right, it's hard to find someone who loves swords like Xiongtai. If destiny is to belong to Xiongtai without a shadow, how can Feng Qingwu stop him? I don't think Xiongtai will refuse. I still don't know Xiongtai's surname?" Feng Qingwu
Smiling, that calm smile from the heart exudes a different kind of charm...
"Name? I don't have a name, I am who I am...I don't have a name..." The divine body and demonic thoughts seemed to be stunned, staring at Feng Qingqing's face, and responded blankly.
"Oh? If that's the case, you and I are destined to meet each other. How about Feng Qingwu give you a temporary name?" Feng Qingqing suddenly felt in his heart. This man obviously entered the world not long ago, and he was afraid that he would be the first person he met.
one person.
"Whatever you want..." The divine body and demonic thoughts were still staring at Feng Wuwu. If it weren't for the phantom trench coat that covered his face, what Feng Qingwu would have seen would be a face full of fascination and obsession.
"Okay...brother loves the sword as much as his life, and he takes this sword as his own...if not he takes the name of the sword and calls it Wuhen, I don't think he will reject it at all." Feng Qingqing thought about it.
Thinking about it, I opened my mouth to give my name, and my spirit, body, and demonic thoughts silently chanted "Wuhen", which made me even more crazy...
"Wuhen... name... my name is Wuhen, I am Wuhen... Wuhen is me... OK, my name is Wuhen, OK! You are Feng Qingwu, I am Wuhen!" Wuhen said in his tone.
They all revealed childish joy, which further confirmed Feng Qingqing's suspicion.
"Haha, brother Wuhen, since you want to go together, it will take several days to reach the northern border, so you can't just keep wrapped up in this layer of clothes, right? I wonder if you can show up to see me?" Feng Qingwuqie said
He smiled, but there was no mockery in the laughter, and an inexplicable desire to protect Wuhen arose in his heart.
"Show up... show up..." Wuhen muttered, and the phantom windbreaker on his body gradually dissipated, revealing the majestic body that was no longer covered by the windbreaker...
"Ah!" Feng Qingqing burst out with a scream that echoed across the border after witnessing the traceless body. At the same time, he subconsciously covered his eyes - however, it was already too late, everything he shouldn't have seen was
Already seen it.
"Wuhen showed up... Why are you screaming so loudly? Is it in pain?" Wuhen's face was full of confusion, without any pretense.
"This...Brother Wuhen...this is my spare set of clothes. Put this set of clothes on quickly, and then talk about it after you put it on..." Feng Wuqing turned around in a hurry, took out a set of clothes from the baggage behind him, and put it on him.
Putting similar clothes on the ground, then ran forward a hundred meters...
Wuhen looked confused, looking at the clothes on the ground, turning over and over, not knowing how to put them on...
After three quarters of an hour passed, the heat on Feng Qingqing's face had not completely dissipated. It was no wonder that she would act like this to any inexperienced woman who saw such an unexpected scene.
"Brother Wuhen, are you ready to wear your clothes?" Feng Qingqing took a deep breath and shouted loudly with his back to Wuhen.
"I don't know how. These clothes are not as good as my original ones." Wuhen's voice came from behind, and Feng Wuqing's body trembled immediately, and he stuttered slightly when he opened his mouth to respond -
"This... this... you really don't know how? Don't lie to me... otherwise... otherwise..." Feng Qingqing's face turned red again. If he hadn't known that Wuhen was mentally ill, he would have killed him long ago.
Beheaded by the Shadowless Knife!
"Wuhen can't, why do you want to deceive Feng Wuwu? How about Feng Wuhen help Wuhen wear it?" Wuhen asked blankly, without the slightest anxiety. To him, this was just a trivial matter that had nothing to do with the knife.
"What?! Help... help you put it on? This is impossible!" Feng Wuwu felt that his face was about to be on fire.
"If Feng Qingwu doesn't help Wuhen wear it, then he won't wear it. Let's go, go where Feng Qingwu wants to go, do what Feng Qingwu wants to do, and then Wuying will be Wuhen." Wuhen said indifferently.
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"That's not okay! If you don't wear anything like this, if other people see it... they will... think you are a bad person..." Feng Qingqing shouted again. This was the second time today that she had lost control of her emotions.
drink.
"Bad person? What is a bad person? Is a person without clothes a bad person?" Wuhen didn't know why and raised the issue of mental retardation again.
"The bad guy is...just...forget it, let me help you put it on...Brother Wuhen, you...you turn around, your back to me..." Feng Wuqing's thinking was confused at this time, where could he have the thought to explain what is
Bad guy?
"Oh, Wuhen got it." After Wuhen finished speaking, he turned around and remained motionless.
"Oh my god... what did I just say... I actually promised to dress a grown man..." Feng Wuqing regretted it. She didn't even know how she felt when she just made this decision, but she knew:
The words you say are like water thrown out. You have to do it even if you don’t want to.
Feng Wuqing took a deep breath again, turned around with courage, glanced aside, picked up the clothes from the ground, and put them on Wuhen. However, the result of not looking directly was - inevitable contact.
To a body that cannot be seen directly.
This short period of time was the most difficult and longest that Feng Wuqing had ever spent in her life. When she put on the last piece of clothing for Wuhen, her mind was so blank that she could not think, and she had no idea what she had just done.
Nothing happened, only a little deer in my heart kept beating...
"So you have to dress like this, Wuhen knows... Feng Wuqing, what's wrong with you? Why is the color of your face so strange?" Wuhen looked at the clothes on his body, and he had a look on his face.
"Oh...oh...nothing, it's because the weather is too hot that I blush...no...nothing else, let's go...Brother Wuhen, don't tell others what happened today, okay?"
Feng Wuqing came to his senses, but found that he did not dare to look directly at Wuhen's face.
"What happened? Is it about Feng Qingqing helping Wuhen get dressed? Why can't you tell others?"
"This... this is a secret between Feng Wuwu and Wuhen. Only the two of us know it. If we tell others, it won't be a secret. Moreover, if we tell others... we won't be able to walk together... Okay,
Let's go. Anyway, just don't tell anyone else..." Feng Qingqing was flustered and perfunctory, and then took the lead towards the northern border with a guilty conscience...
"Secrets...secrets that cannot be told to others...the secrets of Feng Wuwu and Wuhen..." Wuhen muttered as he followed Feng Qingwu, and their figures quickly disappeared into the wind and sand...
Just after the two left, a figure holding a Mo Qilin appeared in the place where Feng Qingqing and the two were just now. Looking towards the north border, he confirmed that the face just now belonged to "that person" and murmured in confusion: "Why
Dongfang Fan is here? It seems that their direction is towards the northern border... Is it possible..."
With full of doubts, Xiao Se followed all the way...
