Nangong Ling actually used an illusion to transform himself into Lin Zhiyun in front of Liu Qiqi.
"Qiqi, what are you doing?"
This "Ling Zhiyun"'s face was full of shock and confusion, her lips parted slightly, and she asked sternly, "Are you planning to kill your master?"
"you you……"
Looking at the "Ling Zhiyun" whose authenticity was hard to tell, Liu Qiqi was so angry that she trembled all over, "How despicable!"
Don't look at the angry curses in her mouth. The sword in her hand was raised in the air, but she couldn't cut it down.
In fact, this "Ling Zhiyun" was so lifelike and lifelike that even though she knew that she was transformed by Nangong Ling and really wanted to swing a sword at her, Liu Qiqi couldn't make up her mind no matter what.
"Qiqi, it's in vain that I took you with me since childhood and took good care of you."
However, she did not take action, but "Lin Zhiyun" on the opposite side thrust her sword at her and reprimanded her harshly, "I really let my master down!"
If it's just a change of appearance, what this "Ling Zhiyun" performs is actually the "Splitting Sword Technique"!
"Nang! Gong! Ling!"
Liu Qiqi couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and her delicate body couldn't help but tremble violently under the extreme anger.
This light sword technique was only at the silver level, so it was certainly not a powerful skill. However, for the third-rate sect, which had only six disciples including its leader and disciples, it was already regarded as a unique skill.
What's more, this split-light sword technique is the first sword technique Liu Qiqi learned from Lin Zhiyun.
Since she was eight years old, she has witnessed her master practicing this swordsmanship countless times. Looking at the phantoms of sword light shaking out from the palms of "Ling Zhiyun" in front of her, Liu Qiqi's mind couldn't help but recall the time when she first entered Piaohua Palace.
scenes of scenes.
Master's care, Master's patience, Master's sincere teachings...
Everything about Lin Zhiyun was reduced to bits and pieces, constantly flowing through her mind. Recalling the past years, Liu Qiqi's nose became sour, her eyes couldn't help but become moist, and the sharp sword energy that wrapped around her body immediately dissipated.
After more than half of the fight, his momentum suddenly plummeted. How could he still think about fighting the other party?
She didn't even notice that "Lin Zhiyun" in front of her had disappeared at some point.
"What a silly girl!"
Behind Liu Qiqi, who was deep in thought, Nangong Ling's sigh suddenly came from behind, "If you are still so naive, you won't be able to defeat me even if you practice for another hundred years."
What followed was a sharp sound that broke through the air.
Liu Qiqi suddenly woke up and turned around suddenly. Countless golden spiritual swords appeared around her, and they all converged on the Immortal Killing Sword in her hand.
A terrifying sword intent that cannot be described in words spurted out from the surface of the sword blade, and dazzling light shone in all directions, piercing people so hard that they could not open their eyes.
"The Return of Ten Thousand Swords..."
She let out a scolding sound, brandished the dazzling Immortal Sword, and was about to strike in the direction of the sound, but her movement stopped abruptly.
What appeared in front of me was a beautiful woman in white who was pure and refined.
Yin Ninger!
"Two, second senior sister?"
"Yin Ning'er" covered her lips with her slender jade hands, her fair face full of surprise, and said in a trembling voice, "You, you want to kill me?"
Second Senior Sister is exactly what Yin Ning'er called Liu Qiqi when there were only six people in Qingfeng Mountain.
To be more precise, during the two years when Little Loli and Mrs. Wang had not yet gone up the mountain, and Lin Zhiyun and Nangong Ling were often out, Yin Ning'er was almost her only companion.
How could she not know that the "Yin Ning'er" in front of her was an illusion of Nangong Ling, not herself.
But it was impossible for her to kill her third junior sister who was once so close to her.
"puff!"
Seeing her hesitation, "Yin Ning'er" waved her arm decisively, the sword in her palm flashed with cold light, and stabbed her left shoulder mercilessly.
If Liu Qiqi hadn't reacted at the last moment and instinctively dodged sideways, the sword just now would have pierced her throat.
She really wants to kill me!
Feeling the fierce killing intent contained in the sword "Yin Ning'er", Liu Qiqi felt her will sink and her heart was as sharp as a knife.
Until recently, she was still fantasizing about whether Nangong Ling was pretending to surrender to the enemy, but actually she had other plans in mind.
However, the sharp pain that came from her shoulder was like a blow to the head, making her completely disillusioned and forced to face reality.
Nangong Ling has really rebelled!
Liu Qiqi's left arm hung by her side, and she suddenly raised her head to look at where Nangong Ling was. Her eyes shot out with raging flames, and countless sharp sword energy spurted out from her body, scattering in all directions, covering an area of hundreds of feet.
The whole range is covered.
There is often only a thin line between love and hate.
No matter how deep your love is for someone, once you feel hatred, how strong will this hatred be.
She raised the Immortal Killing Sword high above her head, and the surface of the sword emitted an unprecedented bright light, and a sharp sword sound soared into the sky, straight into the sky.
The swords of everyone around him suddenly reacted, trembling and humming at the same time, as if they were a group of humble subjects, worshiping the almighty king devoutly.
With the blessing of two kinds of swordsmanship talents, the complete version of this move, Wanjian Guizong, has reached the extreme state of swordsmanship, and is nothing less than the king of swords.
However, such a shocking and unparalleled sword failed once again, unable to be released.
Just because the "Yin Ning'er" in front of her changed again and turned into Lin Xiaodie.
Not Lin Xiaodie today, but the innocent, ignorant, cute and cute little Lolita three years ago.
"Second Senior Sister!"
The little Loli stared at Liu Qiqi unblinkingly with her big, watery eyes. There was a cowardly look on her pink little face, and she looked so pitiful that it almost made her heart melt.
Not to mention a classmate, he is a very vicious person whom he has never met before. Facing such a cute and cute little loli, I am afraid I will feel pity and not be able to do anything.
The veins on Liu Qiqi's smooth forehead popped out, and she bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, almost breaking her skin. Her right arm raised high was trembling constantly, and her appearance was indescribably terrifying.
It turns out that I am such a coward!
At this moment, she suddenly realized that in front of Nangong Ling, her mind was so weak and she had no power to resist. She could only be flattened, rounded and played with by the other party.
"laugh!"
Seeing Liu Qiqi struggling in pain, "Little Loli" didn't hesitate for a moment, raised her hand and pierced her chest with a sword easily.
"What a silly girl."
"Little Lolita" pulled out the sword and watched quietly as Liu Qiqi's delicate body slowly fell backwards and fell straight to the ground with a crisp "bang" sound, "After so many years, there has been no progress at all.
.”
Her face and body gradually deformed, and soon she returned to Nangong Ling's appearance. She waved her right hand lightly and shook off the blood stained on the surface of the sword blade.
The expression on her face was relaxed and calm, which severely damaged Liu Qiqi, who was once as close as a sister, and seemed to have little impact on her mind.
Is this the real senior sister?
How can one person undergo such a big change?
Or is it that everything she has done for Master and us over the years is just an illusion?
Liu Qiqi turned her back to the sky and lay quietly on the ground, her physical and mental strength flowing away from the wound.
Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, her vision gradually blurred, and a bone-chilling chill hit her, making her shiver involuntarily.
Soon, even staying awake became extremely difficult.
"Too much emphasis on emotions will make people weak and powerless,"
Nangong Ling slowly turned around and looked at Lin Zhiyun and others who were fighting fiercely with Wang Lun and Xu Wu in the distance, "How can a weak and powerless person protect the one he loves? It shows what family affection, friendship and love are.
It is an irrational existence, so what’s the use of it?”
Liu Qiqi's eyes that were about to close suddenly opened and she stared fiercely at Nangong Ling's calm face. She tried her best to say three words from her mouth: "You! Fart!"
She probably didn't expect that the person she would use to swear for the first time in her life would be the senior sister she once respected and loved.
"Don't you understand yet?"
Nangong Ling smiled slightly and gradually disappeared, "Then I will show you again how fragile one becomes by being addicted to emotions."
Zheng Qiyuan slashed out several mighty giant dragons with one strike, smashed the falling thunder above his head into pieces, and then jumped up to Xu Wu.
Just as he was about to swing his sword to kill the enemy, he suddenly trembled, with a look of disbelief on his face.
At some point, the masked man in front of him turned into his newly married wife, Nangong Jie.
"Ms. sir..."
The newlywed Nangong Jie's face was dizzy, and she looked at her posture. She looked indescribably shy and charming. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she was conveying something, but for some reason, she could not make any sound.
"Madam, why are you..."
Faced with the sudden appearance of his beloved wife, Zheng Qiyuan was shocked. He didn't bother to kill the enemy with his sword, so he hurriedly asked.
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, a bolt of thunder suddenly rolled down from the sky and completely engulfed his figure.
Also hit by lightning were Zheng Yueting and Shen Xiaowan.
Just when the two Gein girls were about to attack Xu Wu, the figure of her father Zheng Gongming suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Yueting's eyes, but in Shen Xiaowan's eyes, the masked man turned into the appearance of her grandfather Shen Dachui.
The Zheng siblings and Shen Xiaowan are both emotional people. The enemies in front of them suddenly turned into relatives. They couldn't react for a while, and their flaws were immediately revealed.
As a result, the three of them failed to attack Xu Wu. Instead, they were all injured in one round and fell into an extremely passive situation.
But the situation on Lin Zhiyun's side was even worse.
"Gong, Sister Palace Master, I, I am in so much pain!"
Somehow, Zhong Wen's figure appeared in front of him. At this time, his face was distorted, and he was bleeding from all his orifices. His naked upper body was covered with hideous scars. His left arm was broken at shoulder level, and his only remaining right arm was weak.
He grabbed Lin Zhiyun, the situation was so tragic that it was unbearable to look at, "Help, help me!"
"Ms. sir!"
Lin Zhiyun couldn't help but turn pale, and exclaimed, "You, what's wrong with you?"
The "Zhong Wen" in front of her was so lifelike that her miserable appearance made her heart ache and she was so grief-stricken that she forgot for a moment that there was another shriveled Zhong Wen lying on the ground.
"help me!"
"Zhong Wen"'s expression became more and more painful, his mutilated body kept squirming on the ground, his right hand hung down weakly, and his five fingers scratched traces on the ground.
The miserable sight of her beloved finally made Lin Zhiyun unbearable.
Even though she vaguely sensed that something was wrong, she still stepped forward quickly and reached out to help her husband up.
Just when the two of them were less than two feet apart, "Zhong Wen" who was lying on the ground suddenly raised his head, with a cruel look in his eyes, a ferocious smile on his lips, raised his right arm, and slapped Lin Zhiyun in the chest.
Hit him with your palm.
A crimson wheel appeared in his palm, the smoke was steaming, and it was scorching hot. The temperature around him suddenly rose sharply.
Facing the sudden attack from her husband, Lin Zhiyun was caught off guard. She could only watch the red wheel getting closer and closer, but could not make any dodge action.
Done!
"Zhong Wen" knew in his heart that the victory or defeat was decided, and he couldn't help but show a trace of elation on his face.
However, his expression suddenly froze, his mouth opened wide, and he stared blankly at Lin Zhiyun in front of him, who was wrapped in a ball of aqua blue light and disappeared in a flash with lightning speed.
In situ.
This palm that was destined to win actually came to nothing!
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._