deadly mantra

Chapter 254 Sword Intent, Sword Painting, Sword Heart
The originally peaceful night suddenly became unusually restless.

The wind surged and the shadows of the trees swayed.More than a dozen figures flew over from both sides.

Murderous aura and hostility flashed constantly on the edge of the sharp weapon.

Getting closer.

In the face of danger, Shui Qingchen slowly raised his left hand, with that elegant demeanor accompanied by the demeanor of an emperor.

Ji Fanyin couldn't help but become nervous and narrowed her eyes slightly, for fear of missing the most exciting part.

Is he going to use his left hand?

As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he put his hands behind his back.

When Ji Fanyin was stunned, a gust of night wind suddenly blew up, and the messy hair fluttered in front of his eyes, blocking his sight. He looked straight through the flying hair.

Shui Qingchen's elegant figure, like wind and lightning, flashed past in the strong murderous intent.

Ji Fanyin remained motionless and extremely focused.

He saw an inconspicuous golden light flashing at his fingertips, but it was the toughest life-threatening weapon in the world. That was... sword energy?
A completely different sword intent from hers.

Her sword intent is full of cruelty and killing.

And his sword intention is kindness, gentleness, and universal love for all living beings. It can seal the throat in an instant and never leave anyone alive.

The wind has not passed yet.

The battlefield without smoke has come to an end.

More than a dozen corpses collapsed.

Not a drop of blood was spilled at the scene.

Ji Fanyin was stunned, shocked by Shui Qingchen's unique sword intent.

The washed moonlight poured down at his feet.

Like the divine king who saves all living beings, he turned around, walked through the corpses, and walked toward her.

Ji Fanyin felt like this scene was like returning to Luti Mountain.

On the cliff, surrounded by the sun, he strode forward, his figure upright and his posture proud.

The high bundle of blue hair is flying in the breeze.

A calm and leisurely look, a holy and awe-inspiring demeanor.

As before, it was the same, almost crazy heartbeat.The difference from that time is that I am no longer wary, but I am in love with it and indulge in it.

This person belongs to him!
Shui Qingchen noticed Ji Fanyin's change, and was so aroused by the enthusiasm in her eyes that he suddenly steadied himself.

"Xiaoyin, do you see clearly?" He asked, raising his hand to put it on top of her head.

She stood on the steps, reached out her hand first, and held his face with her cold little hands, her eyes blurred and hot.

Shui Qingchen's back froze unconsciously, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. He thought she was going to kiss him, so he lowered his head and no longer restrained the urge to kiss her.

Unexpectedly.

Her small mouth brushed the corner of his mouth and pressed against his ear.

The soft voice, like a light feather, plucked his heartstrings——

“The holy dragon appeared deep in the jade lamp, and the Buddha saw millions kneeling in the sky.

The light in the water is unsullied by the shadows, and killing lives to save them is to protect them.

Chenchen, I finally understand what it means. "

After a brief surprise, Shui Qingchen Yanyan smiled, put his big hands around her slender waist, and pressed her into his arms:
"So, just now you were only looking at me and didn't really understand the 'sword painting'."

"Sword... painted?" Ji Fanyin stood on the steps, just enough to be at eye level with him.

Shui Qingchen smiled and nodded:

"Holding a sword to draw mountains and rivers is the eighth form of Que's nine-fold mental technique."

Ji Fanyin's eyes opened very slowly, as if in slow motion, with a look of astonishment on his face:

"The sword intention just now was to paint the mountains and rivers with the sword?!"

Shui Qingchen smiled and said:

"good."

Ji Fanyin's mouth twitched:

"The first form of Que Jiuzhong, cloud, dragon, wind and tiger, sounds very domineering. When it comes to the sixth form, it becomes Aoxue Lingshuang. The seventh form is like blooming flowers. The eighth form is like holding a sword to paint the mountains and rivers.

The more I heard this name, the more poetic it became. Killing is killing. It was made so formal, and it was just killing people. It also had to pay attention to beautiful sword styles, so I didn't learn it. "

She frowned immediately:
"The old man didn't tell me that this power is so powerful. He knew it a long time ago. He didn't need to use coercion or inducement. I learned it a long time ago."

　Jian Langya said: If you don’t tell me, why are you still blaming me? ? ? ? ? ? ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)