Looking at the sword in the cold light

There is nothing to say about Youyou's eternal hatred and endless regrets, only a bloody battle to the end.

The cold light of the long sword swept across, Shang Yingluo leaned back and struck out a palm, Mita flew past with the sword above, the cyan gleam and the dark blue figure flashed away, murderous, more chilling than the cold winter , The golden light ripples like water waves.Chang Yingluo suddenly felt a pain in the palm of his right hand. After avoiding the figure above, he took a few steps to the side, and then turned his palm to look. There was a deep wound where the bones could be seen. Warm blood soon covered the palm of his hand. Mida turned her back to him.In this pitch-black space, a faint pale light appeared, and small white spots like dust could be vaguely seen.

Where Mida walked, a dark blue liquid-like thing appeared, with a little bit of white in between, and it appeared and then slowly disappeared. He and Shang Yingluo confronted each other, as if both of them were looking for an opportunity, and he left. After a few steps, Shang Yingluo kept staring at him.Mida still remembers Shang Yingluo's past clearly. When Shang Yingluo forgot about him, it could have been saved, but for some reason, he didn't do it, until now there is no room for it.

The two of them went through a few tricks like this, and Mi Da was already tired of this kind of entanglement. Whether it was Shang Yingluo or Foxiang, he couldn't wait for the result, and he soon got tired of this close-up combat method: "That's it."

Mida swung his long sword and inserted it into the empty ground, and the pure black bottomless ground seemed to swallow the sword bit by bit.Mi Da's figure disappeared, and those faint pale lights also disappeared, and the surroundings fell into darkness again, and the surroundings were quiet, the clothes Yingluo and the ancient mausoleum were silent, such a deadly atmosphere, without any fluctuations.But the two of them could feel the coming power to destroy everything, "It seems that he is going to fight me to the death." Shang Yingluo sighed softly in his words, and his too soft voice was a bit sad, but he In any case, I can't sigh this breath, I can only hold it in my heart.

Chang Yingluo pinched her sword fingers and stood them up in front of her chest, her cold eyes still showed a gentle sense of compassion, the beads in her hands and neck shone brightly, and when he recited the mantra, they scattered in all directions. The rope slipped from his hands and shoulders, and the beads floated in all directions, forming a circle around him.Dazzling rays of light radiated all over the place, and the dark space was so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes. A pure and holy force lifted Chang Yingluo, stood up and floated in mid-air, with green robes and white hair flying, still making him look like a man of perfect cultivation. Like a Buddha, semi-illusory lotus flowers appeared below, and undulating water patterns appeared on the black ground.There is incomparable determination in Shang Yingluo's eyes. At this moment, there is only Yu Bodhi and his eternal wish in his heart, to protect the holy land of Buddha's hometown and eradicate the turmoil of evil forces.

Raging dark flames emerged from the ground, like erupting magma, and the heat wave rolled.The innumerable half-illusory lotus bloomed in the most beautiful brilliance in an instant. The holy white is sandwiched with a slight color, which is clear and beautiful. The ground is undulating like water, and the black water is shining with little white, reflecting the sky above. Brilliant and restless light, the figure is slightly distorted.The flames and rays of light entangled and spiraled upwards. There were sparks and small wisps of light floating in the air, rushing to the top of the sky. In this vast and endless place, the flames and lights were like huge pillars in the palace. Just like the power used to support the heaven and earth in the time of chaos, this dark place has many brilliant colors at once.

Guling Shiyan looked up, and all kinds of lights were projected on his eyes and face. Such brilliant colors were like fireworks, a huge pillar of fire that reached to the sky, and Shang Yingluo's peaceful expression made him feel that Shang Yingluo was the only one. There won't be too many complaints after death, and there may be some regrets, but there are still some things he doesn't understand.Holding the unsheathed sword in one hand, stroking the hilt with the other hand, but Guling Siyan didn't intend to draw the sword at this moment, he stroked until the two tassels on the top of the hilt, and the tassels slipped through his palm.He intuitively felt that Mida might have to deal with Shang Yingluo at this moment. If so, what he wanted to know and what he wanted to achieve would fall short. He needed to go to see Yu Bodhi alone, even if it was a corpse. It's okay, if Mi Da wins, he can't go alone, and the whole Buddha Town will be destroyed.

A black mist appeared above, and after the emerging black mist dissipated, Mida's figure reappeared, his robe fluttering slightly, and behind him floated a blue-purple figure, which was much higher than the top of his head from the waist, and the pattern appeared obscure. I understand, when you look directly at the huge and gorgeous figure and figure, you will find a slight afterimage, sometimes it will make people feel that they are suddenly getting closer, and then they will return to the original place in the next moment, as if there is some problem with the eyes. Eyes will feel very uncomfortable.

The black mist has only dissipated partly, and there are still many lingering around Mida. Shang Yingluo looked carefully at the people above, the blue-purple light covered those brilliant colors, and he was in a trance for a while. He had seen it a long time ago, and a few afterimages suddenly appeared, and sometimes they seemed to be much closer to him, but these were all illusions, and it hurts to look at them more.With a quick blink of an eye, the phantom made the mind confused and confused. I am afraid that ordinary people without cultivation will fall into madness in a short time. It seems that the legends I heard before are not false. When I opened my eyes, there was no trace of dust in my heart.

The overly long sword floated vertically beside Mida, black air lingered, the ray of cold light was still there, Mida's palm was facing down, the long sword swished around him until the hilt passed his palm At the next moment, he grasped fiercely with five fingers, and the long swordman trembled and then fell silent, his eyes only had arrogance and coldness.Holding the sword and attacking towards Chang Yingluo, it was just a simple movement, passing through the flames and light.Chang Yingluo lifted her breath again, and the beads beside her turned into countless sharp blades of light, and the blade with black mist could still be seen in the layers of white light. It was very far away, but the phantom was getting closer in the next moment, getting closer and further away, getting closer and closer.

The mighty golden light still couldn't stop the sharp blade, the tip of the sword pierced into Shang Yingluo's chest, and the blade pierced through.Chang Yingluo felt as if her heartbeat stopped immediately, and she lost all her strength in an instant. He lowered his hands, and kept his eyes open to look directly at the person above. The blade of the sword was too long, obviously there was still a lot of distance between him and Mida. , but he felt that this was the only time he had been so close and seen so clearly.

The flames and light gradually faded away, only the black ground was still rippling like water, Mida still held the sword, and kept pushing Chang Yingluo down, the man still stared at him intently, not at all. Distracted like a dying man.

Chang Yingluo had passed through the rippling black water lines, the flames and light gradually dimmed, and everything became dim until the last trace of flame disappeared, and the surroundings were so quiet, there was not even the sound of wind, but her chest still hurt so much.Only the cold light on the blade was still there, faintly reflecting the faces of the two of them, Mida's face flickered, and soon the cold light disappeared. "The flames have burned out, are there only ashes?" Shang Yingluo said in a low voice with difficulty, the infinite feelings in his heart finally disappeared, and it was completely dark before his eyes. He slowly closed his eyes, feeling all kinds of unwillingness in his heart with regret.

Mida's voice suddenly sounded: "Can you still hear my voice?"

"...why..." Shang Yingluo didn't finish her sentence, a tear dripped from the corner of her eye, this warm tear was quickly deprived of her temperature, she felt that her consciousness was getting farther and farther away from him, and she was hazy and half asleep When he woke up, he seemed to see a sea of ​​flames on the ruins of the battlefield many years ago. A battle turned the place into ruins. When he rushed there, there was no one there, and it was still too late.

Shang Yingluo tried to take away the flames on the battlefield. He tried all the spells he mastered, even touching them with his hands. He succeeded but was also burned by the flames. The most serious arm was only bones, and he gradually passed out. At that time, he felt that the flames on the battlefield were gradually extinguished. He half-closed his eyes and saw a person standing beside him. When he closed his eyes and was about to lose consciousness, he heard the person say: "Can you still hear my voice?" .”