I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

She leaned on her sword and stood up with some difficulty.

"how's it going?"

Zhao Kangping asked with some concern.

Luo Xueqing stretched her muscles, her face pale. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said stubbornly, "I'm not going to die yet."

Unfortunately, there was no time for the master and disciple to chat on the battlefield.

At least Qin Yue would not give them this time. She once again accumulated strength and condensed purple-black energy. A purple-black light ball gradually enlarged in front of her.

Even from a distance, Zhao Kangping could feel how powerful that force was. The dark and evil power gave him goosebumps.

If it weren't for the suppression of the formation, Qin Yue's attack would be enough to penetrate the entire Chuanliu City.

"Xueqing, use that trick quickly!"

Without any extra time to think, Zhao Kangping shouted loudly.

Although the move was not explicitly stated, the tacit understanding between the master and the disciple allowed Luo Xueqing to immediately understand it.

As a sword cultivator, Luo Xueqing has a strong competitive spirit.

She had fought against many well-known sword masters, but not every swordsman she challenged could be defeated by her.

But in pursuit of a more perfect swordsmanship, she challenges powerful enemies again and again.

Whenever she failed to defeat her opponent, she would practice sword skills even harder until she defeated him.

After honing herself day after day, she finally realized the sword spirit of winning.

It can be said that she practices kendo in order to win.

Later, she relied on her own sword-fighting spirit to create a sword with astonishing power.

With that sword, no one in the same realm could defeat her.

Even when Zhao Kangping was still at the stage of transformation into a spirit, and had suppressed his own strength to the same level as hers, he was still unable to take on her sword.

That sword originally had no name.

Zhao Kangping wanted to name this move because of its momentum:

The sword of victory.

However, Luo Xueqing felt that the name was strange, as if something strange was mixed in, so she did not accept her master's suggestion.

She gave herself a name called "Sword of Victory".

Because after she used this sword, no one in the same realm could withstand it.

The last time she dealt with the spider demon Ru Mo, she used this trick.

Unfortunately, this move consumes too much energy, and she becomes exhausted every time she uses it.

The period of weakness caused by the last use has not passed yet, resulting in her being able to only exert the strength of the late Jindan stage at most.

In addition, there was a suppression formation in the auction venue, so she was not sure how powerful this move would be if she used it again.

"Let me help you." As if he saw her worry, Zhao Kangping grabbed Luo Xueqing's soft hand that was holding the sword.

Just like that, the master and the disciple held the Feixue Sword together.

At this moment, how could Luo Xueqing not understand what the other party meant.

Her cheeks were slightly red, but more of her expression was firm.

They both raised their swords high.

If Luo Xueqing faced this somewhat difficult enemy alone, she might choose to avoid him temporarily.

But the moment the Master held her hand, she felt courage she had never felt before.

At that moment, she was confident that she was invincible.

As the two injected their spiritual power into the Feixue Sword, the sword energy surged on the sword.

The sword of the future female swordsman was shining brightly, emitting a dazzling golden glow.

From Qin Yue's perspective, the man and woman, regardless of the occasion and completely forgetting that this was a moment of crisis, were actually holding hands and holding the same sword.

This is not the way to show affection.

So she increased the output power.

The purple-black beam of light took shape faster and became thicker.

If there were no formation to suppress them, the two opponents would be blasted deep into the earth.

The next moment, a purple-black beam of light shot out, and the evil dark aura seemed to suck away all the light here, and the several shaky spirit stone lamps on the wall went out instantly.

Darkness enveloped everything, leaving only a pitch-black darkness that was impenetrable to the naked eye.

But the murderous intent in the darkness had already arrived. If nothing unexpected happened, it would be enough to crush the master and disciple into pieces.

however.

A golden light rises from below.

Like the rising sun, it pierces the darkness before dawn and brings light to the world.

The sharp sword energy, with its dazzling golden light, illuminated the place like daylight.

All darkness has nowhere to hide under this sacred light.

"This is?"

Even when she reached the late Nascent Soul stage, Qin Yue still felt fear at the soul level.

The sword wielded by the man and woman together had a power that frightened even her.

She once despised the weakness of human flesh and blood, so she went through untold hardships to be reborn.

But now the evil demon body is afraid of the sword light.

Impossible, how could she be scared? It must be an illusion.

She is so powerful, how could she be afraid of the ants on the ground?

The purple-black beam of light collided with the golden sword light.

The two energies collided, unleashing terrifying power.

All flying objects were blown away by the strong airflow, and the ground was also torn apart bit by bit.

In an instant, wood chips, soil, rocks, broken bricks, and all objects visible to the naked eye were drawn into the center of the battlefield where the two forces were fighting, and they all turned into dust the moment they were affected.

"go to hell!"

Qin Yue screamed almost crazily.

In comparison, the master and disciple from Yaohua Palace were much quieter. They kept silent, but held each other's hands that were not holding the sword tightly together, fearing that if they couldn't hold each other tightly, they would lose each other.

At this moment, they were in sync.

They all longed to defeat the enemy before them.

and so.

The Feixue Swords in their hands responded to them.

An even brighter light burst out.

The balance between the two forces, one black and one gold, which were originally at a stalemate, was broken.

The golden sword light seemed to be injected with new vitality, going upstream, pushing away layer after layer of black waves, and pushing the black light column back.

"boom!"

In the end, the combined efforts of master and disciple were more powerful. The golden light not only pushed back the purple-black light, but also engulfed Qin Yue's figure and carried her straight to the dome.

After a loud bang, a big hole was torn in the dome of the auction venue.

A beam of light shone in from the hole, illuminating the dim conference room.

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PS: I wonder if anyone has played Saya no Uta.

Chapter 95: Mingluan's Nursery Rhyme

I don’t know whether the winning sword strike wielded by the master and disciple was so powerful that it could split the dome of the venue, or that was the weak point of the formation, or the previous battle had already damaged the formation in the venue.

In short, they finally found a way out of this closed venue.

"This move consumes a lot of energy. I feel like I can't stand still."

Zhao Kangping's legs were shaking like sieves. He felt that he was not so tired even after the battle with his senior sister that day.

His spiritual power was almost drained, and he probably wouldn't be able to continue fighting.

But the situation was not clear. He knew that Qin Yue was no longer human. She had a strong vitality and should not be destroyed so easily.

But Qin Yue has more than one form. If she completely releases the power bestowed by the evil god, she will show an even uglier face.

I don’t know what that huge tumor with countless mouths looks like.

But he thought about it again and felt that it would be better not to see it, as he had just had lunch today.

"Master, let's escape from that hole."

Luo Xueqing pointed at the hole in the dome above.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get Mengyao first."

As he spoke, he took out two pills to restore spiritual power, handed one to his good disciple, and took the other himself.

"Okay, do you want me to go with you?" Luo Xueqing said.

Zhao Kangping shook his head and said, "You sit here and meditate first. I'll be back soon."

Before he could finish his words, he ran away.

Zhao Kangping quickly found Mingluan's location.

However, the next scene surprised him a little.

As he got closer to where Mingluan was hiding, he vaguely heard someone singing.

If you listen carefully, it sounds like some kind of nursery rhyme.

"I'm seven and you're four."

"I'm the older sister and you're the younger sister."

"Little sister, little sister."

"Close your eyes and go to sleep."

The one singing was none other than Ming Luan.

It's really unexpected that she can sing this kind of nursery rhyme.

What made him even more unbelievable was that he felt a dangerous aura as soon as he approached.

But the aura gradually calmed down.

When he turned the corner, he saw a woman in red resting her head on Mingluan's black silk thighs.

It looked like Ye Ran had just cried, and clear tear marks could be seen on her charming cheeks.

Looking at her peaceful and tranquil expression, she seemed to be having a sweet dream.

At this moment, she doesn't look like a cruel and bloodthirsty witch at all, but rather like a well-behaved little girl.

He remembered.

In the plot, when Zhao Mengyao subdued Ye Ran, this blood witch was also in a crazy state and didn't recognize anyone.

It was Zhao Mengyao who sang the sleep-inducing nursery rhyme that Ye Ran's sister often sang to her when she was a child, and it was this that soothed the manic witch and gradually calmed her down.

Zhao Kangping remembered that before he left, he set up a formation on the ground next to Mingluan to block the enemy's attacks.

However, if the person is not hostile, he can actually pass through this formation.