Quick time travel: cannon fodder female supporting self-rescue system

Chapter 67
From the very beginning, what Lin Jiajia thought was how to completely put aside external forces and fight Feng Shaoyan to the fullest.

At the beginning, Feng Shaoyan's ability was weak, and fighting at that time was more like bullying.

Later, with the Dark Soul, Feng Shaoyan's cultivation level increased greatly. At that time, Lin Jiajia was no longer his opponent.

As the last overlord of this world, Feng Shaoyan is undoubtedly talented in cultivation, but his rapid progress has been made through the lives of countless people.

Naturally, Lin Jiajia would not do the stupid act of hitting a rock with a pebble, but using other means didn't seem to be what the original body wanted to achieve.

The original body was set up as a person who has cultivated into an idiot, and finally let her stand with Feng Shaoyan in the eyes of the broken eyes. They lost their spiritual power and only fought one-on-one. Vent all hatred and hatred.

Lin Jiajia sacrificed her natal sword and directed her attack at Feng Shaoyan.

Feng Shaoyan couldn't dodge in time and was stabbed by the sword edge.He turned around in a panic, dodging in unbelievable embarrassment.

"Are you crazy?" Feng Shaoyan said angrily, "You actually want to kill me?"

Lin Jiajia didn't bother to respond to him. She practiced sword moves hard every day, and frequently went down the mountain to do sect tasks in order to improve her body and sword skills.

She rushed behind Feng Shaoyan like lightning, hoping to break it with one blow.Reluctantly, even though it was so close, Feng Shaoyan still noticed it.

He turned around quickly and struck Lin Jiajia's sword directly with his knife.

This natal sword was practiced by Lin Jiajia after she established her foundation, and she accompanied her all the way.Accumulated getting along with each other brought about an incomparable tacit understanding. When Lin Jiajia moved slightly, Jianfeng followed his heart.

It's a pity that Feng Shaoyan is holding the top-grade spiritual weapon Shangling Hunfeng Knife. No matter how tacitly Lin Jiajia and his sword work together, after all, she has not yet cultivated to that level, and the ability of the natal sword is limited. The knife, after all, still does not have the strength to fight.

Lin Jiajia vomited a mouthful of blood from her chest. She had no time to dodge and was faced with Feng Shaoyan's even more fierce attack.

One move after another, each move was fatal, a malicious smile appeared on Feng Shaoyan's face: "You can't beat me, and I originally wanted to accept you as a concubine and let you follow me. Since you don't want to, then go to hell."

Lin Jiajia gritted her teeth, blocked the sword forward, turned over, and hit Feng Shaoyan's life gate with a palm.

This was Lin Jiajia's long-planned move, but Feng Shaoyan still avoided it.

Lin Jiajia knew very well that with the Dark Soul around, he would definitely not be able to get away with it if he continued like this.

The dark soul resides in Feng Shaoyan, relying on his cultivation to complete self-repair.Although it seems that it is pointing Feng Shaoyan, Feng Shaoyan's cultivation determines when the dark soul can return to normal, and once he loses his life, the dark soul rooted in Feng Shaoyan's body will also disappear. He was completely stunned.

Now, although the Evil Breaking Formation blocked Feng Shaoyan's spiritual power, it could not cut off his connection with the Dark Soul.The Soul of Darkness is a powerful ancient demon god, and his reaction to her thoughts is far more sensitive than that of Feng Shaoyan. Her thoughts, thoughts, and actions are all under its control.

With such a powerful opponent, Lin Jiajia gritted her teeth and held on to her body, while facing Feng Shaoyan, she was thinking very fast.

After a while, she suddenly rose into the air and flew towards Feng Shaoyan at high speed with the sword. Feng Shaoyan saw through her thoughts, smiled coldly, raised his hand and struck down directly.

The wind of the sword and the rain of swords, accompanied by the pain of the sword, Lin Jiajia's natal sword broke.

The sword is the life of a sword repairer, let alone the sword of life.Feng Shaoyan twitched the corner of his mouth, but before he could speak, severe pain pierced through his abdomen, he lowered his head blankly, the broken sword edge passed through his abdomen, and the donated blood slowly flowed down along the lines on the sword , dripped to the ground, and merged into a pool of blood.

Lin Jiajia pulled out the hilt of the sword, and the breaking of the natal sword was also a serious blow to her.Her face was miserable, and she stood there coldly with a pale face.

Feng Shaoyan was unable to support his body, and knelt down heavily.

The soul of darkness roared wildly in his body, Feng Shaoyan is now close to overdrawn, and with such a serious injury, once he dies, he will not end well.However, no matter how much he warned before, Feng Shaoyan didn't listen to it, and complacently followed his heart.

"How could I lose to you?" Feng Shaoyan gritted his teeth.

"People like you who climbed up by crooked ways will not understand." Lin Jiajia said: "This is my subconscious reaction formed in countless battles. Since it is subconscious, naturally I will not predict it in advance."

Without anticipation, Dark Soul would not have guessed her behavior, and naturally Feng Shaoyan would not be able to take precautions.

"Why?" Feng Shaoyan said bitterly: "I ask myself that I haven't really offended you. At first, you wanted to divorce me, which made me lose face and couldn't survive in the family. Later, it was you who blocked my plan, which made me almost Losing the one you love, you obviously saved the Holy Maiden, why... by the way, Holy Maiden!"

He suddenly remembered the existence of the Saintess, and looked around, only to realize that during the fight between him and Lin Jiajia, the Saintess had been standing aside and watching, and even at this point she remained motionless and did not respond.

"Saint..." Feng Shaoyan had a bad premonition: "The little bitch is seriously injured now. If you go to kill her, you will definitely be able to beat her."

He looked at the Saint, but the Saint did not listen to his words, but still stood there.

"Saint...?" Feng Shaoyan yelled again, but the saint still didn't move.

"No, you, you..." Feng Shaoyan sternly said, "You are in the same group! You all joined together to lie to me! Why? Did you treat me like this just because she saved your life?"

"Yes, saving my life is worth more than taking my life." The saint said calmly.

Feng Shaoyan stared at her and said after a while: "You have not lost your memory."

"Of course not." The saint sneered, "How can I seek revenge on you, a wolf-hearted heartless man, if I lose my memory?"

"I was accidentally injured by Xingyi that day, and I still had a glimmer of hope. You were afraid that I would be implicated, so you couldn't wait to kill me and abandon me. Feng Shaoyan, why did you do this? I am sincere to you, and I can bear it because of you. Seriously injured, what did you give me in return?"

Every word of the saint's accusation was full of blood and tears, carrying all her pain and unwillingness, Feng Shaoyan froze in his heart and avoided her eyes.

"I can't blame me for that incident," he said, "It's all about that little demon girl Zhan Xingyi, she said that the magic machine door will trouble me. You know, I am different from her, I have no background, and I will only die soon. Miserable. It was the little witch of Zhan Xingyi who threatened me. Look, didn’t I drive her away as soon as you came back to avenge you? I only have you in my heart now. You helped me solve this bitch Lin Jiajia. From now on I'm all for you, okay?"

He racked his brains and eagerly coaxed the saint.

(End of this chapter)