Lost Narrative Poetry

"Why are you doing this?!"

Murong Ziying clenched her fists tightly, feeling that there was a fire burning in her heart. He would rather hear a negative answer, whether there was a hidden meaning in it, or the other party actually had a rough road, so he appeared. it's here.

Nor did he want to hear such an answer. The other party admitted that this was what he did.

It can be said that how much he respected the person in front of him before, but now how much he hates and angers him.

Why do such people choose to do evil? He has always insisted on cultivating immortality and accumulating virtue, taking it as his own duty to defend the world. In the past ten years, he has always drawn his sword to help when encountering injustice, and has also saved many people. However, there are thousands of people in trouble in this world, and he cannot save them at all. .

But the person in front of him clearly has boundless magical power. He can protect anyone he wants to protect and save anyone he wants to save. With just a thought, he can save thousands of people in an instant, which is better than a lifetime of practice.

But the other party fell into evil ways and chose to do evil... This made Murong Ziying feel extremely angry.

"Why? Does this kind of thing need a reason?"

Xia Ran couldn't help but smile softly. He leaned back slightly on the back of the chair. His whole sitting posture revealed a leisurely atmosphere, as if he didn't want to waste even half of his energy.

"It's just for convenience. I happen to have the ability to do it."

Such an understatement and logical answer instantly ignited all the anger of the cold swordsman.

The other party didn't lie, he just told the truth.

——Just for convenience.

——He just happens to have that ability.

——So the other party did this, and the reason is that simple.

It's not that complicated, and there's no conspiracy. But it is precisely because of this that it is even more terrifying. Everyone can hear (make up) a hint of extreme coldness and cruelty from it...

This person simply wanted to do it, so he did it without any reason or need for a reason.

And under such a terrifying logic that is taken for granted, countless young girls suffered in the nine years of Chenzhou City. They also did not commit any crime, did nothing wrong, and were robbed of their youth and lives...

This kind of thing is probably the so-called fate... But this kind of fate makes people feel cold.

The sonorous sound resounded!

Murong Ziying's answer to this was of course - draw the sword! There was a gleaming sword light, filled with his anger, and his murderous intention burst out with an indomitable attitude, soaring into the sky!

Even he himself didn't know where such power still remained.

It may not be more powerful than when it was in perfect condition before, but its state of mind is completely different. It was a brilliant sword that used all its strength. It was not even about killing the enemy, but for the sake of understanding one's own thoughts.

No matter what the result will be after this sword strike, no matter what kind of end he will end up with, he must do it again.

It's better to take it from the straight line than to seek it from the twists and turns!

This is the true style of the Sword Immortal. It blooms in an instant and leaves traces on the world. It can be said that at the moment when the sword is released, his swordsmanship has reached a new level. Swordsmanship is like the music of a piano, thoughts from the heart, rivers, and heaven and earth. It can be born with all things. Since it is a mastery of the sword without regrets, it naturally means that his sword heart has been polished again, and he has achieved something. progress.

Of course, it was probably because he knew that even if he launched an attack at such a close distance, it would be difficult to hurt a hair on the opponent, so he had such pessimistic thoughts.

The cold light of the sword turned into a sword, which continued to enlarge in Xia Ran's pupils.

However, he sat still, and there was no panic in his expression. There was just a faint flash of light in his eyes. He had accurately captured the information and turned it into a line of cause and effect, and filled it into the spell that was activated at a certain moment. go.

The technique is formed, the lines of cause and effect are connected, and then the effect is activated. This series of steps is just a matter of the blink of an eye. Those who come later and come first are completed before the sword light strikes.

But in the eyes of Murong Ziying, who drew his sword angrily, he saw another scene. He felt that a mirror suddenly appeared in front of him, and he saw himself issuing a sword at him.

Then the illusion became reality.

It was a sword shining like a rainbow, suddenly bursting out from the void, and an attack from nowhere met his sword light!

Boom!

Boom!

Being knocked back by a huge force, Murong Ziying, who had already reached her limit, was so uncomfortable that she almost vomited blood. She flew backwards and retreated to the door of the front hall before she could stabilize her body.

He didn't even notice how his sword was blocked. He subconsciously looked at it and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appearing in front of him...

The reason why we say familiar and strange is that the most familiar thing to people is themselves, and the most unfamiliar thing is also themselves.

The blue and white Qionghua clothes look elegant and unrestrained, and there is a hint of a noble son from a well-known family in the coldness. He has a slender and tall figure, and carries a long cold jade sword gate on his back. The aura of the sword brand left behind spreads out...

It was clearly another Murong Ziying.

At this moment, Murong Ziying felt as if she was looking in the mirror, but before he turned the corner, the copy on the opposite side had already seen him, and was stunned for a moment, and then immediately furious——

"What kind of monster! How dare you pretend to be me?!"

What? Murong Ziying was immediately shocked. How could she hit him so directly and confidently?

However, the other party has already rushed over with a murderous sword light, seeming to completely ignore the other people around him, or it seems that he cannot see other people at all, as if he exists in a very strange world, the only one connected with the real world. The intersection point is the connection with the real Murong Ziying.

The next moment, the battle is about to break out!

The sword light was like a laser whip, spreading out in circles around it. It should have easily shattered the house, tore the earth apart, and wiped everything out of existence. However, it failed to shake anything in the front hall. Layout facilities.

Huge and pure spiritual power washed away in all directions, and the unparalleled sword energy burst out and cut into the atmosphere. Along with the rolling thunderous explosion, countless messy lights and shadows surged out like a tide, flooding the entire hall in an instant!

"how come……"

"Uncle Ziying!"

Everyone watched helplessly as the two Murong Ziyings fought with each other. It was hard to say that they just stood by and watched. However, as soon as they took action, another group of "them" appeared in the void at the same time.

The scene suddenly became chaotic and turned into a melee again.

Everyone was instantly suppressed by the other self, with no way to escape. Moreover, they were shocked to find that they could not tell which of the companions around them was the real one, regardless of appearance, temperament, spiritual power...

Everything is exactly the same, as if it comes from the same stamp.

Only the state was different, their own energy and spirit had dropped to the lowest point, and there was no way to talk about a fair fight. As soon as the melee started, there was a one-sided trend of being massacred.

"Teacher, I have taken care of the things at home..."

Miss Ouyang just walked in excitedly from the outside and was startled when she saw what happened. However, when she subconsciously used her spiritual power to resist the impact of the aftermath, she found that everything was like an phantom, even the breeze blowing on her face. Not really.

Because even the air is quiet, there is not even any air flow.

The young Taoist sat motionless on the main seat, watching the chaos at the scene with interest, while the head maid stood quietly behind him, seemingly like a puppet without any ability to move independently.

"The Pearl is back...how much is the loss?" Xia Ran looked at his female apprentice calmly and asked without caring.

Ouyang Mingzhu just stayed outside to repair the damaged courtyard of the mansion, to deal with the puppets damaged in the battle, and to calculate the losses caused by this wave of unreasonable disasters.

"My puppets were basically wiped out, but teacher, there was nothing wrong with your puppets. They basically just passed out..." Miss Ouyang said unhappily, looking angrily at the melee. Everyone.

This group of people is so annoying. They won't stop for a moment even when they are in front of the teacher. And should it be so obvious to see what people are ordering? Why do you specifically choose your own dolls to fight, but don't attack the teacher's dolls harshly?

While she was thinking this, she walked around in a circle and came to Xia Ran's side from the edge of the battlefield.

Even though her senses were telling her that this was really a huge collision of forces, the aftermath of each blow could destroy at least half of Ouyang Mansion and blast a bustling ancient street into the air.

However, it can only be seen and heard, but cannot be touched. It seems to be a battle taking place in another intersecting space dimension... It is huge and powerful, but it only has light and shadow effects and no actual power.

Her sleeves and hair were not blown up by the air current, and the chairs and tables around her were also motionless, as stable as a mountain.

However, it is not very interesting to pass through such a realistic holographic projection, especially since Ouyang Mingzhu's consciousness is telling her that every spell and energy fluctuation inside is extremely lethal. time, naturally you will not ask for trouble.

The situation was one-sided, and soon the momentum gradually died down. Xia Ran paid attention to the melee situation and said, "Isn't this normal?"

"Huh?" Miss Ouyang had a cute puzzled expression on her face.

"My puppets have flesh and blood and can be regarded as living people. Those wooden frames of yours don't even have life and blood on them. To call them zombies is an understatement... Of course they know which type they should keep their hands on."

Xia Ran hit his disciple casually.

"Well! This..." Miss Ouyang was not convinced and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, she was discouraged. "I can't do that level yet. Teacher, you taught me human bionics and I have obviously mastered alchemy..."

"Understanding the knowledge points is not the same as being able to do something. Moreover, your goal was set too high at the beginning. It is impossible to achieve it in an instant like me..."

Xia Ran touched his chin and watched everyone being defeated by their parallel existence. He immediately canceled the corresponding spell and let the parallel mirror images disappear into the air.

"You actually operate according to the concept of sword-making and use the method of sacrificing magic weapons. Step by step, as long as every step is correct, success is actually very simple, but it takes a long time..."

The scene has completely calmed down, and the brief melee that just broke out has been completely suppressed by the card drawing technique, which was the last resistance.

After all, a group of people who have repeatedly squeezed themselves into such a situation must come to an end. It is impossible to say that the small universe explodes infinitely. This has really reached the limit. Everyone is sitting on the chairs one after another with exhausted expressions——

Whenever they are easily defeated by another self, the next moment, the mirror image they are fighting against will directly dissipate, and they themselves will be manipulated as puppets again, wrapping their hands and feet with magic threads, allowing them to directly find a place to sit down.

It seems that everyone's face is taken care of, but in fact, he is overbearing to the extreme. He is controlled by others from beginning to end, without any independent choice.

"..."

"..."

Everyone was powerless. Even Murong Ziying and Qin Ji, who had the most staunch hearts and hated hatred, were speechless. They could only stare angrily at the arrogant master and disciple with eyes burning with fire. .

And what just happened had indeed completely shattered their spirits. They couldn't imagine what kind of magical power it was that could easily copy their existence and use it to defeat themselves.

Use Zi's spear to attack Zi's shield, and use his own way to return harm to his body.

In the understatement, it reveals a trace of grand and mysterious magical power.

Even Liu Mengli, who is best at distinguishing differences, is completely unable to detect the difference. She even absurdly feels that the person opposite her is real, and there is no difference between true and false...

In a sense, her spiritual sense is indeed very strong and keen, and she guessed the truth. The technique of killing each other in the mirror is not simply to copy a person's mirror image as a puppet, but to actually materialize the enemy's IF possibility and become a real existence.

Thinking, character, pursuit of ideas, memories and emotions, everything he thinks is that person, and there is absolutely nothing false about it.

In the silence, Xia Ran also ended the conversation with his apprentice and looked at everyone with a smile——

"It seems that everyone has no doubts. Although it took some time to reach a consensus...but I think there is some misunderstanding between us."