But in other respects, she must die. There is no place for him in the Five Gods. If Murong Xing'er doesn't die, when the Demon Venerable is sealed again, that is, the day he returns to Chaos, that kind of endless The darkness and despair he never wanted to experience again.
"Where is Beichen Moxuan!?" Seeing that Zhong Liliu didn't speak for a while, Leng Yetong narrowed his eyes, his tone was not good, and his tone was obviously a little tougher and impatient.
"It can be said that Beichen Moxuan is here, or it can be said that Beichen Moxuan is not here." Zhong Liliu's ambiguous answer made her frown. Although she really wanted to ask what he meant, she also understood that It was all useless, so he simply closed his mouth and waited for him to speak.
As expected, Zhong Liliu smiled indifferently, simmered for a while, and continued, "Beichen Moxuan has been trapped in this temple by me, but it is different from the space we are in now. It can be said that his current position is yours. The space when you came, and where you are now is the void created by me. The same place is a different space, and the spaces are superimposed but not interconnected. That is to say, you can only defeat me. See Beichen Moxuan."
"In that case, the only way to defeat you is." Leng Yetong said lightly, as if she didn't care about the essential difference between her and Zhong Liliu. He walked out from behind Baili Liumo, patted his hand, drew a soft sword from his waist, took a few steps forward, and said coldly, "Let me see how capable you are."
"Hehe, you've become more naive than before, Xing'er." Zhong Liliu smiled deeply, looked at the soft sword in her hand, shook his head, and said with a light smile, "You wouldn't think that with just a sword A soft sword can defeat me, right? My dear Xing’er, you were not so naive in the past. You at least used your strength to learn from me. How can you become so naive now? Sword, in my eyes, is just a plaything, since it is a plaything, how can it cause any essential damage to me?"
"Come and try and you'll know." She smiled faintly, her confident look overlapped with the person in his memory. She also had the same expression back then, saying to him, 'Liu, I don't use magic, The same can beat you, if you don't believe me, come and give it a try'. He didn't believe her words, but he couldn't help it. She won, relying only on a branch, she nimbly avoided all his attacks, slowly approached him with agile skills, and then slid the branch across his neck at the speed of lightning and flint, smiling like a smile Yan, smiled and said to him, 'Liu, look, I said I can. '
He shook his head and drove the memory out of his mind. He would lose before, just because of the simple sparring at that time, the branches in her hand would not cause him any harm, and they only touched it so far. But this time is different, the soft sword in her hand is the branch of the year, and it cannot cause any substantial damage to him, but this is not just a point-to-point sparring, but a life-and-death struggle , without mana, she is destined not to win against him.
"In this way, I'll play with you." He smiled confidently. In his eyes, she was as fragile as a newborn baby without mana, and she could be easily crushed by moving her fingers.