Chapter 1432 Drawing the Sword

Feng Ying was stunned.

She had seen this figure that suddenly appeared in her dream, and she still remembered it clearly.

The mysterious girl threw away the longbow, picked up a knife, and charged quickly. Every movement perfectly combined violence and agility. The moves were simple and neat, without any unnecessary complication.

He raised the knife and dropped it, and the head of a resurrected corpse flew into the sky.

The overbearing sharp blade collided with the long sword, and the long sword trembled and fell away.

The unabated blade slashed across the top of his head. The disciple in robes was frightened with his disheveled hair. He turned around and ran away without hesitation. He threw a mess of talismans behind him and even used a lightening talisman. Unexpectedly, before he could run a few steps, he was attacked from behind. With a heavy blow, the whole person flew forward, flew over the grass and hit the stone temple. He died on the spot.

The slender girl seems to be extremely disgusted with the resurrected dead body, and the skills she uses also restrain the evil objects, destroying the dead and destroying them with blows and kicks.

The long knife came out, penetrating the talisman and the dead body at the same time.

He rushed towards the last corpse with his bare hands, jumped up, and punched hard in the chest. The sound of bones breaking was so harsh, and then he hit the corpse with punch after punch. After three punches, even if the spell did not malfunction, it would be meaningless.

Handsome shook off the blood on his fist.

He turned his head and glanced at the few people who were besieged. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked to Feng Ying.

"..."

Feng Ying was very nervous.

She put on a defensive posture and put down her weapon in embarrassment. The girl who suddenly appeared was indescribably powerful. No one present was her opponent, including the immortal master who was covering his neck and coughing blood.

"May I have your name."

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

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

The mysterious girl lowered her head and stared at the rusty iron knife in Feng Ying's hand. Many thoughts flashed through her eyes, and the dark line of fate became clear.

Look up and see the approaching rain over the distant mountains.

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

The temporary name was very random because she didn't know who she was.

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

As expected of an immortal master, he was still able to hold on despite being so seriously injured. The moist mountain wind blew his blood-stained beard, which was a bit desolate.

The three iron nails still remained intact.

Two nails were driven a third of the way into the rock, while the third remained upright, shaking as the old monk struggled.

Yu looked down condescendingly, and the dying old monk looked at her with reluctance.

Pouring his lips, Yu raised his leg and kicked away the old man whose throat was spitting blood.

He looked back at Feng Ying.

"Use your sword to cut off the evil weapon."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

She didn't know why she listened to Yu, but Feng Ying thought she was probably afraid of her.

Holding the handle of the knife with both hands, he chose a suitable angle and swung the knife forcefully. What he hit was the third iron nail of the evil weapon that had not been driven in.

With a clanging sound, the dark red iron nails trembled and remained intact, surprisingly intact and undamaged.

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

Feng Ying turned to look at Yu anxiously. Yu was silent and had strange eyes.

"Why don't you draw your sword and chop again."

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

"..."

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

Sighing, she looked into Feng Ying's eyes seriously, which made the fisherman girl feel uneasy.

"Perhaps you think that you can live quietly until your death, working from sunrise to sunset, accompanying you in the mine field, so you have no determination to draw your sword. In fact, what you have experienced is just a brief intermission in the turbulent years."

Feng Ying was at a loss and couldn't understand it at all.

Yu continued.

"The flames of war will burn everything unless..."

Turn around and look at Tianzhu Mountain, which towers into the starry sky in the distance.

"My head is very messy, I can't remember many things, and I have a headache."

I rubbed my forehead to feel better.

Reach out.

"Give me the knife."

"okay."

Feng Yingxili Hutu handed the knife to Yu's hand. He didn't even understand why this happened, and felt that the knife was controlling him.

Yu took the knife and closed his eyes. Many images flashed before his eyes, resonating with the knife and restoring some memories.

Just then lightning roared in the sky.

who I am?

Yu still couldn't remember her origins. Others had parents and families, but she couldn't remember anything.

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

The wind was very strong, and after a brief sunny day it started to rain again, with heavy raindrops crackling on the leaves.

Feng Ying felt that something had changed in the rusty iron knife. The rain washed away the rust, and the scabbard gradually revealed its original appearance. After repeated confirmation, she found that it was not an illusion and the rust was really falling off.

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

Hold the handle of the knife with your right hand and use both arms slightly.

The scratchy metal friction sound was particularly clear, and the blade left the scabbard a little bit. Perhaps it was the magic weapon that had concealed itself. The blade still had a lot of rust on it and looked ordinary.

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

With a swish sound, the sharp tip of the knife pointed diagonally at the ground.

The rain slid down the blade. The mysterious girl suddenly turned the straight knife over and rushed straight towards the few people who were still resisting and trying to escape. Her movements were almost exactly the same as the knife skills Feng Ying practiced in her dream. She was more flexible in performing them and had an aura that Feng Ying did not possess. .

The Senhan blade cut through the almost still rain, making a unique sound of breaking through the air. The sharp blade brought up bright red blood. When the mysterious girl stopped, all her opponents were dead, and two masters of the military were killed by her with two swords.

Use a trick to shake off the blood on the blade.

Those who had been lurking in the sneak attack stopped panting.

The leader bowed his hands and thanked him.

"Thank you for your help, hero."

The girl didn't know what to say, so she could only say hello and turned back to Three Nails.

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

"Go on, cut off any one."

"good……"

Feng Ying touched the straight blade and observed carefully. The weapon with its mysterious origins that had been with him for many years turned out to be like this. He raised the knife again in front of the hard-working old monk, raised it high and slashed with all his strength.

Feeling slightly blocked, the nail broke into two pieces, and the smooth rocky hill beneath my feet trembled again.

The other two nails trembled violently, and after about half a breath, they shattered into pieces with a snap. The eyes of the old monk who was lying on the ground were as wide as a goldfish, and the meridians all over his body were crackling.

With a tilt of his head, he was shocked to death by the backlash from the earth's 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 knew they couldn't afford the consequences of doing such a thing, but they did it anyway."

"Haha, maybe they feel it is very honorable. They regard death as if they are going home, thinking that they are doing something earth-shattering and beneficial to future generations."

Yu said to herself and shook her head.

"The dragon's veins will not kill you, but they will revive after a hundred years, and all living things will suffer."

He bent down to pick up the long bow, randomly collected a few arrows and put them into his quiver, and put on his bamboo hat to protect himself from the rain.

"Come on, you'll understand soon enough."

Feng Ying walked back from Lihutu, with Yu following behind.

She didn't pay attention to who the people wearing armor and stomach 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 majestic North Mountain and the sparkling lake, like a bridge.

The distant Tianzhu Mountain is particularly clear.