I Just Memorized The Plot. Did You Tell Me To Change The Script?

"Sorry, senior brother, my limit is here."

Song Ci dragged his weak body to the side and shouted loudly: "His attack methods are very strange, senior brother, you must be careful."

Xie Chun glanced at Ning Yingluo, who was fighting with the ice dragon again in the sky. This time she broke through the third level, and the ice dragon was injured again. The two sides were once again in a 50-50 situation. She even had a slight upper hand. She didn't need it for the time being. His helping hand.

As for the monsters that were getting closer around them, Xiao Han and An Chuo were able to deal with them, so there was no need to worry about the existence of that scroll for the time being.

What he needs to consider now is how to block Fang Ping, who is at the peak of the third level. The opponent's threat is only higher than the previous ice dragon.

Who can withstand this level of monster fighting every day?

"Why do you have to resist so stubbornly?"

Fang Ping held a long knife and stepped forward step by step: "Surrendering now will give you a happy death."

"We've fought this far, how can we surrender?" Xie Chun curled his lips.

"Do you want to be as powerful as me?" Fang Ping tempted: "With your qualifications, you can definitely join us."

"ha?"

Fang Ping slowly approached and said in a serious voice: "I can make an oath to heaven with you. You and the little girl in heaven haven't known each other for long."

He said seductively: "As long as you choose to join us, you will have power and status at your fingertips, even the opportunity to break through the fourth and fifth levels in the future."

"Your organizational skills are so strong?" Xie Chun seemed to be seriously thinking about the possibility of this matter.

"That's natural." Fang Ping smiled and nodded.

At this moment, the weapons in the hands of the two people stabbed towards each other in unison!

"Damn it, you are really talking nonsense!"

Xie Chun turned sideways, and both of their attacks failed.

"Isn't it better to just wait for death?" Fang Ping's expression seemed a little helpless: "Then let me personally send you on your way."

"Don't worry, after you die, the little girl in the sky and the few remaining people present will be with you soon."

Xie Chun didn't open his mouth to talk nonsense with the other party. In the previous paragraph, he just wanted to relax the other party's vigilance and make a sneak attack.

Since Fang Ping doesn't want to do this, it's useless no matter what he says. He can't just rely on words to get the other party to surrender.

With this skill, it is better to restore a little more spiritual energy, and the chance of winning will be higher.

"You can find a way to block it for half an hour, and I will help you after I get rid of the dragon at hand!" Ning Yingluo shouted in the sky.

half an hour?

The corners of Xie Chun's eyes twitched. It would be good if he could block it for five minutes.

"I'll try my best," he replied slowly.

"Stop joking, can you block one of my moves? Or two moves?" Fang Ping sneered.

Xie Chun took advantage of the situation and said, "How about we make a bet? If I take three moves from you, how about you retreat on the spot?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Fang Ping's eyes widened: "Why should I make a bet with you when we're obviously winning?"

Gan!

Xie Chun was speechless at this moment. Apparently the protagonist in the novel he read said that if he had a date with someone, the villain would agree.

Why can't he do it now?

Sure enough, he is not the protagonist?

Xie Chun wanted to say something more to delay the situation, but Fang Ping rushed over with a long knife in hand: "To prevent long nights and endless dreams, die!"

No, you are not following the routine. At least have a conversation first. Otherwise, who can withstand a real half hour?

Even so, looking at the opponent's approaching figure, Xie Chun still held his sword and faced him. The sword's intention rose into the sky, and the chaotic aura emerged on the low-brow sword body, bursting out with a dazzling green light.

"One sword frost-cold fourteen states."

The low-eyebrow sword intertwined with Fang Ping's body, and a sword flower burst out, but the protective spiritual energy around Fang Ping only fluctuated slightly before completely catching the sword energy.

"That's it?"

The corner of Fang Ping's mouth curved: "Take my knife!"

He dodged and struck Xie Chun in the face with a bloody sword. Xie Chun quickly raised his sword to block.

The light in front of Xie Chun dimmed a bit, and he raised the sword lightly. In the next moment, he flew backwards, and finally hit Song Ci's side.

"Your strength is pretty good, but you are really overestimating your ability by trying to block a two-handed weapon like a long knife with a one-handed sword." Fang Ping had a sneer on his face.

"You want to fight me, unless you still have a sword."

Song lyrics: "?"

He looked at the long sword glowing with green light in Xie Chun's hand, and then at Sister Sword Spirit in his hand.

What are you implying?

Xie Chun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up again, and said passionately: "Without that sword, I can still annihilate the enemy!"

After waiting for a few seconds, there was still silence.

No, do you want to give me some advice?

Use someone when it's time to use someone, use a sword when it's time to use a sword, otherwise how can I fight?

Are you really waiting to see your buddy die in battle?

"Senior brother, do you still have a trump card?" Song Ci asked doubtfully.

Xie Chun held the low-brow sword in his hand, stepped forward slightly, faced Fang Ping and said sternly: "If I had two one-handed swords, I would definitely defeat you."

"..."

"You do."

At the moment of life and death, Song Ci didn't have time to think about weird thoughts. If he continued to delay, these people would probably have to answer here.

First, lend Sister Sword Spirit to my senior brother for a while to get over the crisis.

He muttered a few words quickly in his mind: "Sister Sword Spirit, help my senior brother, put aside all previous prejudices, and get through this danger first."

Sister Sword Spirit's tone also became a little more solemn: "Yes, I will. Please take care of yourself, Xiaoci."

"Brother, continue!"

Song Ci threw his precious spirit sword in the direction of Xie Chun: "My ice spirit sword can temporarily enhance your strength."

It sounds good once you hear the description.

Now Xie Chun can only pray that the grade of this sword will not be too different from the Low Eyebrow Sword, otherwise it will be difficult to exert full combat effectiveness when dual-wielding.

You can first inject Chaos Spiritual Energy to nourish it, which can at least increase the sharpness of the sword.

Xie Chun muttered here about the issue of Ice Spirit Sword. Sister Sword Spirit was naturally very dissatisfied when she heard this.

Your other sword did look very strong in the battle just now, but how could I be so weak?

This Sword Spirit has grown up for thousands of years, and its previous owner was the legendary Sword Immortal. You dare to be dissatisfied with me after only a small period of foundation building. It's simply...ah! ! !

Just when she was about to speak and urge Xie Chun to take action to resist Fang Ping, she suddenly felt an extremely pure spiritual energy filling the sword body. The huge impact almost made Sister Sword Spirit faint.

"Don't... it's too big... it's going to burst..."

"???"

A voice like gibbering in sleep rang in Xie Chun's mind, which stunned Xie Chun for a few seconds while he was injecting chaotic spiritual energy to nourish his sword.

what's the situation?

Am I hallucinating?