Chapter 47
Good sword!
Chen Xinglie's heart flashed with admiration, but he didn't draw out the big sword to fight back. He didn't even have the action to dodge, but his eyes were a little bit more emotional.
"How similar is this scene!"
Chen Xinglie secretly sighed.
In his memory, previous life, under the Tushan Mountain, he met Zhao Yumeng for the first time. After seeing each other, he ran over to strike up a conversation, and finally annoyed Zhao Yumeng.
At that time, Fairy Maiden Meng also had a sword edge blooming in his sleeves, and he cut it with the sword.
The scenes in the memories seem to be repeating at this moment.
"As always!"
Chen Xinglie faces the sword edge, does not dodge, does not move, and even has a smile on the corner of his mouth!
Even when Zhao Yumeng cut this sword, no matter how imposing manner is like a rainbow, no matter how murderous intention is bitter...
Chen Xinglie turned a blind eye.
He has seen it a long time ago.
Zhao Yumeng’s sword is exactly the same as the previous life, but on the surface it looks like a rainbow in an imposing manner, but in reality, it has yet to kill.
Sure enough.
The sword qi cut out from Zhao Yumeng's sleeves seemed unparalleled, but stopped three inches above Chen Xinglie's head, and did not advance by half a minute.
In the previous life, Chen Xinglie was scared by this sword covered head and sneaked away like a rat.
But it's different now.
The sword edge hangs over Chen Xinglie's head.
Chen Xinglie is smiling.
"Why are you laughing?"
Zhao Yumeng has cold eyes and a sharp tone.
This reaction of Yu Fairy Maiden Meng has never happened in Chen Xinglie's memory.
Chen Xinglie likes this change.
From this moment...
The future of the two will become completely different from the past events in Chen Xinglie's memory.
"There is a small red mole under your left rib cage."
Chen Xinglie is standing under the sword edge of dazzling, eyes full of peace? , Indifferently said: "If there is no red mole, this seat will act as a cross sword and slay itself. Don't bother Fairy Maiden Meng to do it yourself and kill me with a sword!"
There is a little red under the left rib. mole!
"How does this person know that I have a red mole?" Zhao Yumeng became stiff, his eyes were dull, and his heart was full of disbelief.
This matter is extremely secretive!
Even the close relatives in the family do not necessarily understand.
If it is a man, someone knows that there is a red mole on the rib, then it is still reasonable. After all, men are naturally free and easy. In the hot summer, many people are used to being shirtless, wearing only a pair of pants, and being seen in the upper body, it is normal.
But women are different.
No matter how hot or unbearable the heat, women will never take off their upper body clothes and let others watch!
Even a brothel girl who sells laughs does not just wear a pair of pants.
Zhao Yumeng clear as ice and clean as jade, guarding the body like jade, how can others see the red mole on his body?
What is the left rib?
In short, it is the chest!
"who the hell are you?"
Zhao Yumeng's eyes are full of surprised and angry, and his murderous intention is bitter. The brilliant sword light cut out of his sleeve becomes more and more showing off one's ability. In the sword edge, a scarlet rays of light faintly emerged.
"This seat is called Chen Xinglie."
Chen Xinglie looked at the sword qi hanging above his head, and said: "Chen, who is old and old, runs amuck throughout the world. , The scorching sun is fierce in the sky."
"I don't know."
Zhao Yumeng's eyes are cold, and the murderous intention in his eyes is even better than before.
"It’s right if you don’t know it."
Chen Xinglie gave a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, and said: "It took me so hard to find out about your this life, whose name is Zhao Yumeng. In the great empire, worship the mountain sect and do dísciple... This seat is just to figure out this matter, and you have exhausted your mind. If you know who this seat is with no difficulty, does it mean that this seat is All the scheming that was spent is useless?"
When Zhao Yumeng heard this, the whole person was stunned.
Only because Chen Xinglie said clearly in his words, saying this life, her name is Zhao Yumeng!
this life!
Is there a previous life?
In the eyes of ordinary people, Chen Xinglie's statement is like a madman, without reason and without foundation.
But when Zhao Yumeng heard these words, he set off a stormy sea in his heart.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Yumeng was embarrassed and angry. The sword light cut out from the sleeves was no longer the original shiny luster, but became scarlet as blood, the long and narrow sword edge is like a flame condensed, exuding a billowing flow of heat.
It seems that there is a bright sun hidden in her sleeves, which can burn everything in the world and annihilate everything.
Begonia flowers in the courtyard danced wildly, all being lit by sword qi, burning out the courtyard fireworks.
The night sky is bright and the moon hangs high, and the stars are faint.
At this moment, the palace where the two are located is as beautiful as a dreamlike reality.
"This seat is called Chen Xinglie."
"A real man was born between Heaven and Earth, and he should be able to support both heaven and earth. Change your surname!"
"This seat is not like you. Once you reincarnate, you can change to a new name. It is really hard for this seat to find!"
Chen Xinglie has a sincere tone, It seems that every word comes from the heart, and every sentence comes from the heart and soul.
"Is this person my former enemy?"
Zhao Yumeng's expression congeals, his eyes are full of surprised and angry.
According to the meaning of Chen Xinglie's words, she seems to know all the details about her, and she even knows that she is a reincarnation person!
"I have reincarnate and recultivate, and even changed my name, but this person has to be killed!"
"How much hatred does this person have with me? ?"
"In terms of the Martial Dao imposing manner, this person seems to have a very low cultivation base. Could it be the cultivated hidden imposing manner, the Martial Dao secret technique that conceals the strength?"
Zhao Yumeng’s eyes were full of coldness, and she pinched a sword art in her hand. Qi and blood on her body rose like a volcanic eruption. The sword qi released from her sleeves, after being supplemented by Qi and blood, the sword edge became crystal clear and clear. Near-transparent, as if there is a torrent of lava flowing in the sword.
Vaguely, it seems that there is a sound of phoenix ming from the depths of the soul, coming from the sword.
Inside and outside the palace, scarlet as blood is illuminated by the sword light.
Even the Begonia flower under Chen Xinglie's feet, under the shining of the blood red sword light, has become ten times more beautiful than before.
The killing thought in Zhao Yumeng's heart has been condensed.
She is not indecisive.
Now it is guessed that Chen Xinglie, who is standing at the door, seems to be a person with her in the past life. Zhao Yumeng immediately wanted to fight to the death!
Unfortunately, Chen Xinglie's next sentence made Zhao Yumeng's mountain cry out and sea howl-like killing thoughts, and disappeared in an instant.
"Zhu Er..."
Chen Xinglie quietly called out a name.
When Zhao Yumeng heard the word "Zhuer", his eyes were dull, and the crimson sword qi bursting out of his sleeves suddenly disappeared.
Zhu Er!
This name is my first boudoir name!
I never mentioned it to anyone, why does he know my name is Zhuer?
Who is this person?
Zhao Yumeng's eyes were full of shock.
"Zhu Er, although your'Phoenix Nirvana Sutra' is the best in the world, it has a fatal weakness."
Chen Xinglie shook the head, sighed: "I I thought that with your talent, you would discover this weakness sooner or later. Unexpectedly, to this day, you still persist in your own wrong doings......"