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Taking one step forward, the desert that was still a moment ago suddenly started to get windy.

This is no longer the wind that swept the dust before, but a wind that spins straight into the sky.

The rotating wind drove the sand and soil from the surrounding desert, and then carried the gravel.

The wind is blowing and the clothes are fluttering.

The two streamers at the hem of the clothes floated forward and trembled with the whirlwind that suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, as if the soul hidden in the seven orifices was flying towards the Nine Nether Hell ahead.

Li Yi looked as usual and took another step.

This step directly led him to the edge of the storm, and the surrounding gravel and gravel danced around him, seeming to pull him into the violent whirlwind.

It can be noticed that the wind is wrapped in gravel and gravel, like a sharp knife, and it is scraped hard on the face, causing severe pain.

But there was no blood flowing out, only pain, a severe pain born from the soul.

There was no trace of pain on Li Yi's face. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and took another step forward.

No matter how strong the wind blocks my path, I will walk lightly with my sword.

"It's all fake." Li Yi smiled and walked forward. In the carriage before, the cold metal feeling from the sword in his hand made him realize it the moment he held the hilt of the sword.

He understood that everything in front of him was false, so the spiritual consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness began to gather, and it continued to condense, and finally squeezed out a drop of clear blue water.

Crystal clear, smooth and radiant - the heartbeat stage.

Li Yi took another step, his right foot gently and slowly stepped into the center of the whirlwind, and then landed gently on the ground.

"Huh..." Whirlwind seemed to have been greatly provoked. He was extremely angry at this moment, spinning more and more fiercely, and the storm seemed to tear him into pieces.

Unfortunately, the raging wind did not stop the slowly approaching left foot.

"Boom -" The left foot landed on the ground, making a heavy muffled sound. This muffled sound seemed like a heartbeat or a beating drum.

Standing firmly on both feet, the huge whirlwind suddenly disappeared.

The white woman was a little panicked at this moment. She frowned and glanced indifferently at Li Yi in front of her. Then she moved her fingers again. Blood dripped down her fingertips and gradually formed a flower on the sand on the ground.

Bloody little flowers.

"Buzz--" The pipa sounded, and before her and Li Yi, countless figures condensed out of thin air again.

These figures were illusory and unreal, as if they were projections, but their faces made Li Yi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

All the familiar people, dozens in number, were standing in front.

Li Yi looked at the familiar figures in front of him and couldn't help but sigh slightly. He turned his right hand and carried the Yunzhong Sword behind his back.

He will not use a sword against his relatives, as if he is still thinking at this moment - even if I come in front of the woman in white, I will only ravage her, and will not kill her, destroy the flower with a ruthless hand? No, I will only

He will use his sharp hands to tear off the floral robe wrapped around the flowers.

Having made up his mind, his speed suddenly increased, and he instantly collided with the illusive Lao Tu in front of him.

"Coax--" His arm hit Lao Tu's phantom. The other party seemed a little stunned and a little surprised, but he still had no choice but to turn into dots of white light spots all over his body, which gradually dissipated.

"Coax--" Continuous rumbling sounds sounded. Even if Li Yi closed his eyes, he could still feel that the person in front of him was crying and smiling at him.

However, even if you are like my relatives, you cannot change my mind at all.

Because, I am Li Yi, and I am the most defensive person deep down in my heart.

It is precisely because of this protection that I do not allow you, these illusory things, to become my relatives.

His whole body was like a ray of white light, and his speed had reached the extreme. He rushed all the way, the light behind him flickered, and countless figures turned into nothingness.

Suddenly, a cyan figure appeared in front of him.

This is a young girl with an innocent look and a pair of pretty little feet.

"Qing'er." Li Yi paused, lowered his head and sighed.

The reason why he stopped was because the body of the little girl in front of him was much more solid than the previous illusory figures. At first glance, she looked like a real person.

"Master..." the little girl called timidly.

This call made Li Yi's heart soften. He raised his head blankly and watched the little girl rush into his arms. He stretched out a pair of small hands and gently wrapped them around his waist.

The fragrance of a girl fills your nose, and you can also feel the slim figure of the woman in front of you.

Li Yi was still hesitating when suddenly the maid across from him took out a dagger from her arms and stabbed it into Li Yi's chest.

The dagger pierced into Li Yi's abdomen in an instant, until it penetrated the handle, and bright red blood trickled out.

Pain, piercing pain.

It is not only the pain of physical trauma, but also the psychological pain and frustration of being betrayed by a loved one.

Although he clearly knew that the young man in front of him was fake, Yunzhong Sword was also trembling slightly, as if it was about to choose someone to devour at any time.

But it just happened that I was in pain inside, unable to wield the sword and cut off my emotions.

Why can't I get rid of the influence of the formation if I have already broken through the heartbeat stage?

Li Yi's eyebrows knitted together with a painful look on his face. Suddenly, he heard an angry call from behind him.

"Li Yi!" This voice, without thinking, was known to be the voice of a princess who was accustomed to pampering herself in the Han Dynasty.

It's his baby fiancée, Liu Yu.

Li Yi just turned around and saw Liu Yuju behind him, wearing a beige palace gauze, which made her look even more noble.

At this moment, Liu Yu looked a little melancholy and sad, her lips were slightly pursed, her eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was sad: "Why don't you come to me..."

"I..." Li Yi subconsciously wanted to explain, but there was a sharp pain in his back instantly.

Liu Yu let go of his hand in panic, leaving the end of the dagger on Li Yi's back. Blood trickled down, but it failed to stain the blue and white robe he was wearing.

"Husband..." This voice is so gentle and gentle that it makes people's hearts tremble and their whole body feel weak just by hearing it.

Li Yi smiled bitterly, knowing clearly that these three people were fake, but he couldn't swing the sword.

He could feel that the energy in his body was gradually decreasing with the flow of blood. Now it seemed that if he was stabbed again, he would probably die and sleep forever...

Sure enough, Wanqing, who had a graceful figure and was enchanting every part of her body, walked over with such graceful steps, a charming smile on her lips.

She held a dagger in her right hand. The cold dagger was extremely dazzling in the sun, but in her hand, it felt like sending flowers.

Li Yi wanted to struggle at this moment, but found that except for his head, he could not move anywhere else.
Chapter completed!