Xia Xifeng smiled lightly, looked at the beauty in front of her, and pursed her lips in a smile.
Yao Muzixi frowned slightly, as if he was struggling with something. His brows were condensed together, and the expression on his face became increasingly ugly.
In the dream, Yao Muzixi was walking alone in a deserted land. There was no trace of anyone around, there were only withered bones and rotting corpses with an unpleasant stench. This scene was extremely terrifying.
Yao Muzixi only saw that the scene in front of him was a little blurry, but he saw it so clearly. The fog filled everything in front of him, and Yao Muzixi felt that his heart was congested and a little panicked.
There was a man in front of him, holding a sword, standing not far away. Yao Muzixi instinctively wanted to approach the man. But she walked towards him step by step, but she couldn't get in front of the man. The distance was not close.
It doesn't matter whether it's close or not, it's still so far. Everything in front of us seems to have no end.
Yao Muzixi was extremely panicked. This person was so familiar, but she couldn't get close to him. He kept a seemingly invisible distance from her, and Yao Muzixi ran forward desperately, and kept running.
He kept running, but no matter what, he couldn't get close to the man.
"Who are you? Who are you? Where is this?" Yao Muzixi screamed, but she couldn't get rid of everything in front of her. She felt that the bones on the ground seemed to be alive and screaming at him.
, smiling at her.
Yao Muzixi glanced at the sword in the man's hand and was stunned for a moment. Is that sword the Moon-Zhancing Sword? It seems to be the Moon-Zangbing Sword. The sword is covered with red blood, and the blood is flowing towards it in a steady stream.
It flows underground.
Like ghosts, many floating shadows appeared all around, flying around randomly. The man was wearing white clothes, soaked with bright red blood.
Yao Muzixi's heart was beating violently and kept beating. The man's long black hair was also stained with blood. It was falling drop by drop.
The Zangetsu Sword he was holding suddenly emitted a dazzling red light. Just as he was about to move, the man moved his head slightly, and a hoarse voice came over: "You want to die too? Then keep your own life.
Feed the sword!"
After saying that, the man turned his head, smiled evilly, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and pulled out the sword in his hand. He stabbed Yao Muzixi fiercely. Yao Muzixi looked at the man running towards him and ate.
looked at him in disbelief.
"Xia Xifeng..." Yao Muzixi spat out a few words, then looked blankly at the man and the sword in his hand.
However, at the moment when the Zhanyue Sword was about to pierce her body, the man stopped the sword and thrust the sword hard into the ground. With a trace of exhaustion in his eyes, he knelt in front of Yao Muzixi.
A charming smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly: "I am not Xia Xifeng. I am Xuanyuan Jiuling."
After the man said this, he fell to the ground. Yao Muzixi looked at the man in front of him who looked exactly like Xia Xifeng, and felt surprised. What did he say? He wasn't Xia Xifeng? He was Xuanyuan Jiuling?
Yao Muzixi hurriedly helped the man up. The dazzling red light all over the body of the Moon-Zhancing Sword turned into a light blue soft light at this moment. Yao Muzixi pulled out the Moon-Zhanying Sword and looked around.
Everything is a bit scary. But he is still alive. Regardless of whether it is Xia Xifeng or not, let’s save him first!
Pulling out the Zhanyue Sword, the Zhanyue Sword seemed to have spirituality and soft light overflowing. After a while, the light on the Zhanyue Sword became extremely dazzling. When Yao Muzixi opened his eyes again, the sight in front of him was
The scene seemed to have changed. The smell of decay and the dead bones and corpses on the ground had disappeared, and all that was seen was a lush green land. The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, which was extremely enchanting.
Yao Muzixi was fascinated by the scene in front of her. When she turned to look at the man on the ground, she saw that all the scars and blood stains on his body were gone. A handsome face, with a hint of light through the sunlight.
of smile.
Yao Muzixi knelt down, looked at the man on the ground, and shook him awake: "Xia Xifeng, wake up, we are still alive, wake up."
The man's eyes were closed, and his eyes flickered slightly, then he reached out and pulled Yao Muzixi to his chest. He smiled slightly: "I said my name is not Xia Xifeng. My name is Xuanyuan Jiuling."
The man pushed Yao Muzixi to the ground as if in punishment, and looked into her eyes with an evil smile.
"But you are obviously Xia Xifeng..." Before Yao Muzixi could finish speaking, Xuanyuan Jiuling blocked her mouth, kissed her lips punitively, and stuck his tongue into her mouth,
Wandering around freely.
Yao Muzixi stared blankly at the enlarged face in front of her, with a hint of sweetness in her heart, "Aren't you Xia Xifeng? Are you kidding me! What's Xuanyuan Jiuling? Xuanyuan was the surname of the Xuanyuan royal family three hundred years ago."
Suddenly, Yao Muzixi opened her eyes wide as if she remembered something, pushed away the man who was pressing her, stared at him and said: "Xia Xifeng, are you kidding me? Xuanyuan is the Xuanyuan royal family three hundred years ago.
Your last name is Xuanyuan Jiuling!"
"I am really Xuanyuan Jiuling, why should I lie to you." Xuanyuan Jiuling looked at the woman in front of him and said with a playful smile.
The Zhanyue Sword on the side was emitting a faint blue light. Xuanyuan Jiuling glanced at the Zhanyue Sword and showed a hint of hope. He said, "Why does Zhanyue emit blue light?"
Yao Muzixi looked at the man with surprise on his face and said in surprise: "Are you a descendant of the Xuanyuan royal family? And isn't this Moon-Zhancing Sword in my Lanzhuang? Why is it in your hands? Why are you and Xia Xi
Maple looks exactly the same?"
"What are you talking about? I don't understand. What Xuanyuan Royal Family? What Lanzhuang? And who is that Xia Xifeng you are talking about? This Moon-Zhancing Sword is my sword. If it is no longer in my hand, it can still go.
Where?" Xuanyuan Jiuling sat up and glanced at the woman in front of him.
"Your sword? Are you Emperor Xuanyuan three hundred years ago?" Yao Muzixi opened his eyes wide in surprise, looking at the man in front of him who looked exactly like Xia Xifeng in disbelief.
Xuanyuan Jiuling smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to touch Yao Muzixi's forehead, and said with a slight smile: "I don't have a fever. How can I just say that I have it?"
Yao Muzixi still looked at the man in front of her in surprise. He seemed to be really not Xia Xifeng. Although he looked exactly the same, he didn't recognize me at all. What was going on?
Yao Muzixi only felt a splitting headache. She beat her head hard and looked at the man in front of her, her vision gradually blurred.
"Who are you? Xuanyuan Jiuling? Emperor Xuanyuan?..." Yao Muzixi screamed in pain, then sat up, opened his eyes, and saw that he was in a thatched house.
Xia Xifeng watched Yao Muzixi suddenly wake up. She was surprised and pulled her into her arms, hugged her tightly and murmured: "Xi'er, you finally woke up."
"Xuanyuan Jiuling, what are you doing?" Yao Muzixi pushed Xia Xifeng away and protested.
Xia Xifeng frowned and looked at Yao Muzixi, with a hint of unknown meaning flashing in his eyes: "Xuanyuan Jiuling?"
"Didn't you just say you were Xuanyuan Jiuling?" Yao Muzixi glanced at Xia Xifeng and said calmly.