Fantasy: The Path Of The Villain

It was the phantom of a long sword, it was Xiao Hong's own remnant sword shadow, and it also possessed its power at the peak of the Heavenly God Realm at this time.

"I saw you..." At the same time, Su Yi's eyes were fixed, and he swung his sword to stab the phantom pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.

With a clang, the sound of huge blades colliding suddenly erupted. One person and one sword froze in the air for an instant, but in just a few breaths, the long sword tightly held by Su Yi suddenly began to shatter.

From the tip of the sword, the body of the sword, and even the hilt of the sword, there are all kinds of cracks. It is obvious that it cannot bear the huge pressure and begins to collapse itself.

"Sure enough, it's the fake shadow that wraps the real body, and the red shadow outside is the fake..." Looking at the broken sword, Su Yi laughed, not minding that she might be killed Xiaohong was defeated.

Conceal her breath as much as possible to disguise herself, Xiao Hong's deadly and dangerous move, if she is not careful, she will kill her with a sword between her eyebrows.

"You, if I don't pay attention, I will suffer a lot..." Looking at the divine sword that instantly defeated the divine sword and came to him, Su Yi, relying on the ability of the spiritual mind and soul body, A dynamic vision of seeing the world in slow motion, watching it hurtle toward him.

Even if he had already filled it dozens of times, the little red in front of him still defeated the divine sword of the god level in a second, and came before him.

"However, as long as you are confined to the realm of the gods, you are destined to be unable to defeat me!" Su Yi said with a smile while stretching out his hands.

At the next moment, Xiao Hong's sword body couldn't move forward any more, and was directly imprisoned by someone's empty hand and white blade.

Looking at the slightly trembling blood-colored long sword in his hands, Su Yi's big hands like steel pliers tightly grasped the seemingly innocuous sword body, "Is this the way to connect the white blade? It feels like it's just That's it."

With the same strength, they are indeed at a stalemate at this time, and no one can do anything to the other, and the final result must end in a draw.

However, something new happened suddenly, when Su Yi smiled and looked at the little red in his hand, the latter suddenly wrapped itself in red light like a flame.

Before he could react, the long sword in his hand swung and then twitched, breaking free instantly and at the same time drawing a deep scar on Su Yi's hands, the next moment bright red blood gushed from the wound out.

Immediately afterwards, they were Xiaohong hovering in the void, absorbed and refined without restraint.

Regarding this, Su Yi just frowned and let her absorb it, it was just some blood anyway, at worst it was for feeding her. What's more, when a sudden change happened, Xiaohong's divine sense was transmitted in advance.

After two or three seconds of absorption, the bright red blood was no longer drawn by her, and the wound was no longer bleeding, but it didn't heal immediately either.

And this is also a characteristic of the Godslaying Demon Sword. As long as the person hurt by her can only heal the wound by relying on its own healing ability, it cannot rely on divine power, Medicine Pill, or even divine grass and flowers, etc. External power to assist treatment.

Looking at the unhealed wound on the palm of his hand, Su Yi showed a helpless smile: "This wound really makes people feel distressed, but do you really accept the Lord?"

That's right, Xiaohong at this time is performing the ceremony of self-recognition, not the form of obeying orders as before.

Now, as long as the Godslayer Demon Sword succeeds in identifying its owner, then Su Yi will be the new Ancient Sword Devil, no, the new owner of the Godslayer Demon Sword.

A feeling of blood and milk blending together, like brothers and feet, arose in his Divine Sense, and at this time Su Yi could also perceive any thoughts and feelings of the Demon Cult at this time.

Afterwards, Su Yi casually asked the long sword that had restrained his breath, "Xiaohong?"

"Yes Master."

As he initiated the communication, a Red figure suddenly appeared in front of him, about twelve or thirteen years old.

The little girl was dressed in blood-red clothes, and even her shoulder-length hair and pupils were the color of rubies. She was standing under the Excalibur with bare feet, slim and graceful.

The melon-seeded face, pretty nose, big eyes, delicate facial features and the small cherry mouth are looking at me with a smile, as if looking at something delicious and delicious.

At the same time, the little girl in front of her stretched out her finger and lightly tapped on her red thin lips, with an expression of wanting to eat. I don't know if I was thinking about delicious food, or thinking about the figure in her eyes.

Looking at the cute, playful and petite little girl than Su Linglong, Su Yi was slightly surprised, and said with a smile: "This is your sword spirit? It looks much younger than Linglong, and she also looks like her." Just as cute."

As he said that, he stepped forward and reached out to touch her small head, which was almost as soft and comfortable as touching Linglong's.

"Hee hee hee." In response to his caress, Xiao Hong narrowed her lovely eyes and laughed. Although there is no good food to eat, it is not without other rewards.

Glancing at the bloody long sword that had come to her side, Su Yi said with a smile, "Since you have a real body, then you can call me Su Hong instead of the name in front of you."

"Good master." After hearing that she had another name, Su Hong immediately showed a very happy look.

He even reached out and grabbed the big hand he put on his head, put it on his face and rubbed it lightly, and then put it to his mouth from time to time, sticking out his tongue and gently licking the wound on the palm of his hand, thinking The appearance of wanting to eat good food.

Feeling the warm, moist and soft touch, Su Yi was terrified when he sensed something, and then he frowned slightly and fixed his eyes, and found that she was licking Own's hand and wound.

At this time, after licking it, Su Hong immediately withdrew her blood-stained tongue, licked her lips at the same time, raised her head and smiled and said, "Zi Liu Zi Liu, well, the master shouldn't be in pain anymore. "

At this time, Su Yi saw that the wound on the palm of his hand was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the tingling pain from his hand was gradually disappearing.

After seeing him smiling and nodding, Su Hong also showed a happy smile, and began to handle the other hand.

At the same time, Wu Qingying, who was a maid, came to the training ground with anxiety after realizing her own shortcomings, and wanted to apologize and explain to Su Yi.

But when she just came to the door, she saw Su Yi and a strange little girl in red in the arena at a glance, and the two stayed together very intimately at this moment.

The latter pulled him even more, lowered his head slightly and licked Su Yi's palm, not knowing what he was doing. But no matter what the two of them were doing, Wu Qingying noticed that there seemed to be some bright red spots on the corners of the little girl's mouth.