New White Snake Asking Immortals

Feng Ying was stunned.

She had seen this figure that suddenly came out, she had seen it in a dream, and she still remembered it clearly.

The mysterious girl threw away the longbow, picked up a knife, and charged quickly. Every movement perfectly combines violence and agility. The moves are simple and neat, without any extra tediousness.

The knife fell from his hand, and the head of a resurrected corpse flew into the sky.

The domineering sharp blade collided with the long sword, and the long sword trembled and let go.

The undiminished blade slashed from the top of his head, and the robed disciple was frightened with disheveled hair. He turned around and fled without hesitation. Heavy blow, the whole person flew forward, flew over the grass and hit the stone temple, and died on the spot.

The slender girl seemed to be extremely disgusted by the resurrected corpse, and the exercises she used also restrained evil things, smashing and kicking.

The long knife came out of his hand, piercing the talisman paper and piercing the corpse at the same time.

With bare hands, he rushed towards the last corpse, jumped up, and slammed into the chest with a ruthless punch. The sound of bones shattering was so harsh, and then the corpse kept retreating with one punch and one punch. Even if the spell didn't fail, it would be meaningless after three punches.

Handsome and wiped off the blood on his fist.

He turned his head to look at the besieged people, thought for a moment, turned and walked in front of Feng Ying.

"..."

Feng Ying was very nervous.

Putting down her weapon in a defensive posture, the girl who suddenly appeared was indescribable. No one was her opponent, not even the immortal master who was covering his neck and coughing blood.

"What's your name."

"I... my name is Feng Ying, the heroic Ying."

Feng Ying nervously glanced at the strange girl, very similar to what she saw in her dream.

The mysterious girl looked down at the rusty iron knife in Feng Ying's hand, many thoughts flashed in her eyes, and the fate line in the dark became clear.

He looked up and saw the rain approaching the mountains in the distance.

"My name has only one word, rain, rain of wind and rain."

The temporary name is very random, because she doesn't know who she is.

The girl named Yu looked at the nervous Feng Ying, shook her head, and waved her hand to follow. Feng Ying hesitated and finally chose to follow, holding the rusty iron knife and walking to the old monk.

As expected of an immortal master, he was still able to hold on to death after suffering such a serious injury. The damp mountain wind blew his blood-stained beard, which was a bit desolate.

The three iron nails still remained the same.

Two were nailed into the rock by a third, and the third remained upright, shaking as the old monk struggled.

Rain looked down from a high place, and the dying old cultivator looked at her with unwillingness in his eyes.

Curling his lips, Yu raised his legs and kicked away the old man who was spewing blood from his throat.

Looking back at Feng Ying.

"Cut off the evil weapon with your knife."

"Ah? Oh, okay."

For some unknown reason, Feng Ying felt that she was afraid of her.

Holding the handle of the knife with both hands, he chose a suitable angle and swung the knife vigorously.

With a bang, the dark red iron nails trembled and remained as they were, but they were intact and unbroken.

The old monk on the ground was shocked and his injuries worsened.

Feng Ying turned his head to look at Yu, who was silent, with strange eyes.

"Why don't you draw your knife and chop again?"

"Because...because the knife is rusted and can't be pulled out."

"..."

Yu closed her eyes and tried her best to control her expression so as not to embarrass Feng Ying. She didn't understand why she chose an ordinary person.

Sighing, looking at Feng Ying's eyes seriously, the fisher girl who looked at her was nervous.

"Perhaps you think you can live quietly until you die in the future, live and breathe, and be with Ida, so you don't have the determination to draw a sword. In fact, what you've experienced is only a short interval of turbulent years."

Feng Ying was at a loss, completely incomprehensible.

Rain continued.

"War will burn everything, unless..."

He turned to look at Tianzhu Mountain, which towered into the starry sky in the distance.

"My head is messed up, I can't remember a lot of things, hey~ I have a headache."

I felt better when I rubbed my forehead.

Reach out.

"Give me the knife."

"okay."

Feng Ying confusedly handed the knife to Yu's hand, not even understanding why this happened, and felt that the knife was controlling him.

Yu took the knife and closed his eyes. Many pictures flickered in front of his eyes, resonating with the knife and restoring part of his memory.

The sky just happened to be thundering with lightning.

who I am?

Yu still can't remember his origins. Others have parents and families, but he doesn't remember anything.

Lack of memory is like duckweed in water, unable to find a sense of belonging.

The wind was very strong, and after a short sunny day, it rained again, and the raindrops on the beans crackled and hit the leaves.

Feng Ying felt that the rusted iron knife had undergone some change. The rain washed away the rust, and the scabbard gradually revealed its original appearance. After repeated confirmation, he found that it was not an illusion, the rust was really falling off.

The girl named Rain raised the knife with her left hand. There was still rust residue on the surface of the scabbard that could not be removed. It was much better than before.

Holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, his arms exerted a little force.

The hoarse metal rubbing sound is particularly clear, and the blade leaves the scabbard a little bit, perhaps because the magic weapon is self-deprecating, and there are still many rust marks on the blade, which looks ordinary.

Finally, the sharp blade was completely unsheathed, the blade was straight, about three fingers wide, with a beveled tip.

With a swoosh, the sharp blade pointed obliquely to the ground.

The rain fell along the blade, and the mysterious girl flipped the straight knife sharply and rushed straight to the few people who were still resisting and trying to escape. The movements were almost exactly the same as Feng Yingmeng's practice of the sword. .

Sen Han's blade cut through the almost still rainwater, with a unique sound of breaking through the air, and the sharp blade carried bright red blood. When the mysterious girl stopped, all her opponents were dead, and the two master generals were eliminated by her with two strikes.

Play with a knife and shake off the blood from the blade.

Those who had sneaked and attacked before panted and stopped.

The leader bowed his hands and thanked him.

"Thank you for your heroic help."

The girl didn't know what to say, she just bowed her hands to say hello, turned around and went back to the three nails.

Throwing it casually, Feng Ying quickly grabbed the handle of the knife and caught it.

"Go ahead, just cut off one of them."

"it is good……"

Feng Ying touched the straight blade and observed it carefully. The weapon that had been with him for many years, with a mysterious origin, turned out to be like this~www.readwn.com~ In front of the old cultivator who supported him, he raised the knife again and slashed with force.

There was a slight sense of resistance, the nail was broken in two, and the smooth rocky hill underfoot trembled again.

The other two nails vibrated violently, and they shattered into **** in about half a breath. The old cultivator's eyes were like goldfish, and the meridians all over his body crackled.

With a tilt of his head, he was shocked to death by the backlash of the earth veins, and his soul consciousness also collapsed into pieces.

Yu didn't seem to be surprised, and threw the scabbard to Feng Ying.

"This is not the first dragon vein to be nailed, nor will it be the last. They know that they can't bear the consequences of doing such a thing, but they still do it."

"Hehe, maybe they feel honored, they see death as home, they think they are doing something earth-shattering and benefiting future generations."

Rain muttered to himself and shook his head.

"Dragon veins can't be nailed to death, but they will recover in a hundred years, but all living beings suffer."

Bend over to pick up the longbow, collect a few arrows at will, put them in the quiver, and put on a hat to cover the rain.

"Let's go, you'll understand soon."

Feng Ying walked back in confusion, with the rain following behind.

She didn't pay attention to who those people in armor were. It seemed that Yu had no interest in other people, or that other people didn't deserve too much attention to her.

The rain gradually stopped, and the rainbow connected the towering Beishan and the sparkling lake like a bridge.

The distant Tianzhu Mountain is particularly clear.

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