Collapse of iron: simulation of being watched, starting from supporting jadeite

Chapter 87

Brought out of the gloomy prison.

Then, Jing Liu swung the sword in his hand without hesitation,

The cold blade stabbed Ying Xing again and again.

Each swing of the sword was full of determination, and blood was drawn on the sword. Ying Xing's body fell again and again and was stabbed mercilessly again and again.

"Remember? This pain."

Jing Liu's face was expressionless, and his voice was as cold as the ice in the cold winter, without a trace of temperature. It seemed that the voice was not spoken from the mouth, but the voice of the Nine Nether Hell.

"Get up, let me kill you again." Her words echoed in this terribly silent environment like the judgment of the god of death.

The air was filled with the breath of death, and the air seemed to be dyed dark red by blood.

On the ground was a pool of blood formed by Ying Xing's flowing blood, like the open mouth of a demon, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.

Ying Xing's desperate eyes were full of pain and confusion, and his body was trembling in endless pain.

[Xing: I didn't expect Jing Liu to have such a side. ]

[March Seven: Your husband was killed by your own hands in the end, and your best friend became a monster. If it were you, you wouldn't feel sympathy for the culprit. ]

[Qingque: Indeed, if it were me, I would have collapsed long ago. ]

[Silver Wolf: So the reason why Blade is a little stupid is because he was chopped to death so many times? ]

[Su Shang: Jing Liu got angry, so annoying, he even cut the sword off. ]

[Fu Xuan: It's probably because Jing Liu has entered the state of the demon body. 】

[Xing: So that's it! That would explain it. 】

Ying Xing struggled with death and rebirth again and again. His body seemed out of control and recovered on its own, as if it was forcibly maintained by some mysterious force.

In this way, in the painful cycle, he gradually learned some of Jingliu's swordsmanship.

Until one time, when the sword tried to pierce his body with holes again, he suddenly reached out, grabbed the sword tightly, and then slowly stood up.

The sword, originally named Zhili, was crystal clear and flawless, with a strange blood light in the paint. However, at this moment, the blade was broken in half, as if telling this cruel experience.

Seeing this, Jingliu threw away the Zhili sword expressionlessly, and left without looking back.

In her opinion, this sword was made by someone who had desecrated Bai Ye's body, and she didn't want to use it anymore.

Moreover, for the current Jingliu, ordinary iron tools are no longer of any use.

If you want to cross the so-called limit, if you want to make a breakthrough in swordsmanship that no one has ever set foot in, you can only treat your body as a sword and yourself as a burning firewood, and pursue the ultimate realm of swordsmanship in a resolute way.

[Silver Wolf: Ah! The blade's weapon that is about to break, isn't it like this when it was cast? ]

[Liu Ying: It looks like he picked up the weapon that killed him thousands of times and used it? ]

[Xing: Oh my! No wonder Ren wanted to rush up and kill Dan Heng when he saw him. Is that the reason? ]

[Qing Que: Ying Xing should be the worst. Not only did his friend not revive, but he could only turn into flesh and blood, and was killed so many times by his best friend. ]

[Fu Xuan: It's sad and lamentable. Although the arrogant person is talented and despises worldly rules, he eventually touched the bottom line that cannot be touched and made a heinous mistake. ]

[March Seven: So pitiful. 】

[Jingliu: "Blade... is a good name. In the rest of his life, he can only wander between killing and being killed, seeking a place to bury his bones. Otherwise, Yingxing's regret cannot be eliminated."]

[Jingliu: "I taught him sword skills in an unforgettable way. On the day of mastering the skills, he vowed to return my sword teachings. I look forward to this day."]

[Jingyuan: "It would be easier for me if he didn't remember anything."]

[Kafka: "He seeks death, and I seek a chance to live. We are walking on seemingly opposite paths, but we will reach the same end, and he... will not become a slave to fate."]

After that, the style of painting suddenly changed.

The previous strong fairy-tale style has disappeared, replaced by a mecha full of modern technology.

In this strange scene, Kafka, who is very familiar to everyone, is performing her magical word magic. Her voice is gentle and bewitching:

"Listen to me, relax...'..." The voice seems to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

Then, she slowly said: "Join the Star Core Hunter, we will prepare the death you want for you."

At this time, the high-tech mecha flashed a cold metallic luster under the light, and countless lights and shadows intertwined around it.

Jingliu looked at the two people in front of him.

[Silver Wolf: It's Kafka and Liuying! ]

[Liuying: That's right! That's right, it's me. ]

[Xing: Liuying is so cute! ]

[March Seven: I didn't expect that the one who took Jingliu away was the Star Core Hunter. ]

[Jizi: Star Core Hunter, what are you trying to do? 】

【Kafka: What we are after is fate. 】

【Jingliu quietly watched everyone chatting. 】

【She actually felt a little strange. 】

【It turns out that everyone felt sad and upset for her after seeing her story, which was real. 】

【Now everyone is joking, and this cheerful atmosphere is also real. 】

【Jingliu didn't think that this atmosphere changed too quickly. On the contrary, she actually felt that it was quite good. 】

【This feeling is similar to when a person watches a tragedy, he will be immersed in sadness for a long time. But if there are friends together, even if they feel sad at the time, they may continue to talk and laugh soon.. 】

[In addition, Jing Liu suddenly realized that her current demonic body seemed to be much more stable than her own during that period in the live broadcast. 】

[I don’t know what I have experienced since then that has alleviated the symptoms. 】

[That’s why I am here, watching this simulated live broadcast with others...]

The subsequent events of several people flashed by one by one like a fleeting moment,

Finally, the camera was fixed on Jing Yuan. In that yard,

The seed that was once planted has grown into a towering tree, as if it was carefully carved by time,

Its lush branches and leaves are like an open giant umbrella, casting a cool green shade.

Jing Yuan quietly stretched out his hand and gently pressed on the rough trunk with traces of time, as if touching a long-lost memory.

The ten-year agreement has long passed away like a passing cloud,

Now, he is the only one who can stand under this big tree and reminisce about the past.

Just as he was immersed in the emotion of the past,

like a lone boat drifting in the ocean of memories, a voice suddenly came from behind: "General, why are you here?"

Jing Yuan turned around and said with a wry smile:

"Don't call me like that, I can't bear the word "General" in your mouth."

After Teng Xiao stood still, with a smile on his face,

like a spring breeze, he said: "But you just took office, why don't you perform your duties in Shen Ce Mansion? Why did you come here?"

"...I just miss my old friend."

Jing Yuan sighed slightly, and the sigh seemed to be a wisp of light smoke floating from the bottom of his heart.

When it comes to this topic, Jing Yuan's eyes become distant,

as if he has traveled through the long river of time:

"Come to think of it, I was joking with Bai Ye at that time, saying that when he becomes a general, I will resign from my position and become a free and unrestrained sea patrol ranger."

As he said, he shook his head helplessly, and his bitter smile withered like a withered flower in the wind, "

I didn't expect that in the end, fate was like a naughty child, going around in circles, and it was me who took on this heavy responsibility."

At this time, the surroundings were quiet, the breeze blew gently, and the leaves rustled, as if the big tree was whispering to echo Jing Yuan's emotion.

[Xing: Jing Yuan: It's bad, the flag was set too early! ]

[Fu Xuan: It doesn't matter if I don't become a general, let me take over this hot potato! 】

[Qingque: Master Taibu, the general said he would definitely do it next time. ]

[Fu Xuan: (gritting his teeth) Damn pie-in-the-sky general! ]

Teng Xiao's heart was also full of emotion and regret. He sighed slightly and said:

"If I had gone to fight Shuhu at that time, perhaps you could have realized this idea."

There was a hint of melancholy in his words, as if the past time was brought back to life at this moment.

Seeing the atmosphere becomeIt was a bit dull, like a cloud of oppression hanging between the two of them.

Jing Yuan cleverly made a joke to try to dispel the dull atmosphere:

"It's not too late now. As long as you return to the position of general, I can also be a free and unrestrained sea patrol knight."

After hearing this, Teng Xiao laughed out loud, and the laughter was as loud as a bell:

"That won't do. I finally found you to take over. Now I'm retired. At most, I can help you occasionally in my spare time."

That's good now. Jing Yuan spread his hands helplessly.

Thinking to himself: The most respected general position in Luofu now seems to have become a hot potato that everyone wants to get rid of?

But thinking carefully, this is not surprising.

The first thing Jing Yuan did after taking office was to receive the letters from the Dragon Masters.

Then he immediately went to deal with Dan Feng's problem.

The complicated situation and the thorny problems really gave him a headache, like a mess of tangled threads blocking his heart.

Thinking of this, Jing Yuan slowly turned around again. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Gently stroking the rough trunk of the big tree,

He sighed deeply: "It's really not easy to be a general..."

Then, time passed like a white horse, and eight hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

The picture gradually faded, and the figure disappeared and reappeared. It was still the same courtyard and the same place.

"It's really not easy to be a general..."

Jing Yuan sighed with the same emotion and stroked the tree trunk, but at this time he had a completely different experience.

Things have changed, people have changed, and everything has ended.

Those old friends have long since disappeared like petals in the wind.

And those old enemies, some have died, some have been captured,

leaving only memories lingering in his heart.

During these long eight hundred years, he has worked hard,

like an experienced helmsman, trying to keep the giant ship Luofu sailing smoothly in the long river of time.

To this day, he doesn't know if he has failed the trust of General Teng Xiao at that time,

whether he has failed the responsibility he took over from his old friend. []

At this time, the yard was silent, and the branches and leaves of the big tree swayed gently in the breeze,

as if it was comforting Jing Yuan softly, and as if it was reminiscing about the past years with him.

"..Mr. Jun! Why are you here!"

Jing Yuan, who was immersed in memories of the past, was pulled out of his thoughts by this shout. He was in a trance and slowly turned around to see that it was Yan Qing.

Jing Yuan slowly put down his hand on the tree and

asked gently: "Have you finished today's training?"

Yan Qing answered excitedly:

"It's done! Then you promised me to tell me your past stories!”

Jing Yuan smiled and said:

“Of course I will keep my promise. Yan Qing, have you ever heard of the Five Heroes of Yunshang?”

Yan Qing’s eyes were full of yearning, and he said excitedly:

“Of course I have heard of it! They are all legendary figures in Xianzhou! Aren’t you one of them, General?”

Jing Yuan nodded and said: “Then today I will tell you something you don’t know.

In fact, this is something everyone knows. There are actually six people in the Five Heroes of Yunshang. Today, let’s talk about the sixth person…”

Yan Qing was confused, scratched his head and said:

“General, you are talking nonsense again. How can this be known to everyone? ? ”

Eight hundred years is a long time even for the immortal boat people with long life spans. Su Xun, Yunshang Wuxiao,

Their past, whether real or epic, is gradually buried by the dust of time, leaving only vague traces in the history books.

Only those colorful legends are left, passed down from generation to generation.

However, no matter how time passes, Luofu still sails steadily in the long river of time.

Their less than a hundred years of reunion and the achievements they made 's great achievements have left a strong mark on the historical picture of Xianzhou, which together constitute an important part of Xianzhou's inheritance.

As Jing Yuan told Yan Qing the story of the past in the yard,

The picture gradually darkened, as if drawing the curtain for that magnificent past, and those stories will continue to be passed down in people's narration.

……........

The simulation ended.

At this time,

The simulated live broadcast room also fell into silence.

[Star: Feeling It feels like watching a sad movie, so sad! 】

[March Seven: (Ma Zhao Zhao) Woo woo woo, Bai Ye is so miserable, Jing Liu is so miserable, Dan Heng is so miserable, Ying Xing is so miserable...]

[Qingque: Some died, some escaped, the original Yunshang Wuxiao has already fallen apart. I didn't expect that the legendary figures of the fairy boat were actually like this. 】

[Ji Zi: Yes! It's sad. 】

[Esther: It's so painful to watch, is there no comedy? 】

[Black Swan: The memory we watched is like this, it's hard to ! ]

Bai Ye opened his eyes again,

felt relieved after he felt that he didn't have extra arms and legs.

[Xing: Hahaha, Bai Ye is afraid that he will become like Shu Hu. ]

[San Yue Qi: I'm not afraid, Bai Ye is so handsome, if there are some extra things, wouldn't it be very SAN? ]

[Hua Huo: Happy! Bai Ye in that state is really interesting! ]

Bai Ye sorted out his thoughts,

let out a long breath,

It was all a dreamLike smoke.

Every time he simulated,