I, Jingliu, the Fatui Executor

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Jingliu, who had lost consciousness, once again returned to the empty and dark environment. There was no wind, no air, only endless darkness...

"This feeling... is so uncomfortable, I can't I can't move or speak. I can't do anything except thinking with my head."

"I'd rather go to the battlefield and kill the enemy than stay here..."

Jingliu slowly relaxed his mind...

In the outside world, Jingliu's body bloomed A brilliant green light was emitted, and weeds gradually grew in the surrounding desert...

...

"Keep this oath, we, the Cloud Riders, will be like clouds blocking the sky, protecting the Immortal Boat!"

"Draw the sword!"

Consciousness regained At that time, he was in a palace, with the Cloud Cavalry standing on both sides, and in front of him was the woman in military uniform.

Looking at the environment in front of him in the "Flying Light" when Jing Yuan joined the Cloud Cavalry, Jing Liu Ye knew what to do at this time. He slowly drew out the sword at his waist.

"Keep this oath, we, the Cloud Riders, will be like clouds covering the sky, protecting the Immortal Boat!"

...

The sword is six feet and five inches long and weighs fourteen pounds...

"Is this the sword of the Cloud Riders? Hiss, so Heavy." Jingliu tried to lift the giant sword with one hand, but was almost hit on the foot.

"It seems that I can only hold it with both hands..."

Jingliu carefully observed the giant sword and heard that the blade seemed to be It also contains Lihuo, and it only takes a moment to get close to it to cut through the armor of the weapon beast. I don’t know if it’s true.

“Why would I have such an idea?” Jing Liu hurriedly shook his head and said Throw it out ten thousand eight thousand miles.

"After all, the Xianzhou Alliance is considered the dominant force in the universe, so it shouldn't lie, right?"

"And this..." Jingliu muttered in his heart,

The next moment, a Twelve flying swords!

"Is this the legendary sword following the heart?" Jing Liu looked at the fruit on the table. With just a thought, the flying sword beside him flew over like a gust of wind and pierced all the fruit.

Then his mind As soon as he moved, the flying sword flew into his brain.

"Well... it's very useful at critical moments." Jing Liu nodded. This can be considered a killer move.

"But... what time is it now?" Jing Liu I looked at the mirror in the room and walked over.

I looked at Jingliu in the mirror. Although she still looked like a girl, she seemed to have become more mature. "It seems that time has passed since I last came here. One or two years..."

"But...how did I get here? When my consciousness returned to the darkness, was it the body controlled by the original owner?"

"Or are these...just a fragment and not complete?" Jing Liu I was thinking about it, but I couldn’t figure it out.

"Alas..." Jing Liu sighed: "Let's get familiar with the Cloud Rider Giant Sword."

According to what I know, the war should break out soon...

...

"Go ahead, just take this as my Your second class." The uniformed woman pointed at the enemy on the battlefield and said to Jing Liu.

As Jing Liu expected, the uniformed woman led the army to the battle the next day, and Jing Liu, as a cloud rider, naturally followed.

After hearing what the woman in military uniform said, Jingliu nodded and walked towards the battlefield.

…

I am not the original Jingliu, not a Jingliu who can only "stab", but a Jingliu who has been tempered by the demon body for three years. Mirror Style.

When facing a monster with agile movements, there is no need to learn "slash". When facing a monster with amazing strength, there is no need to learn "entangle".

Perhaps it is because the original owner has been practicing swordsmanship in the past few years, and the slash After killing many monsters, Jing Liu only felt a little tired, and even this little tiredness was negligible.

After what happened last time, Jing Liu also understood the importance of physical fitness. No matter how powerful the sword skills are, they will appear weak under the burden of the body.

"Unless it's that kind of peerless swordsman." Jing Liu Liu chuckled. It was obvious that he was not a peerless swordsman, but a thief who had learned the sword skills of the Demonic Yin Body Mirror Flow for three years.

"But...how did the original owner get those ten warriors under that situation? "Jingliu was a little confused. At least he was sure that the original owner's swordsmanship was definitely not as good as his. He just happened to have a hole nearby and barely managed to get through it. Jingliu couldn't figure out how the original owner could have solved it. The ten war beasts were slain by the sword...

"I can only say that you are worthy of being my Jingliu wife."

...

"This is the weapon beast warrior "Dragon

"Is it not the "Long Bo"?" Jing Liu muttered to himself as he looked at the monster in front of him, which was more than ten times larger than himself.

"Let me complete what the original owner did not complete." Jing Liu held the giant sword in both hands, jumped up, jumped onto "Long Bo", raised the sword, and swung it hard at his body.

The giant sword fell, and it shone a trivial wound on "Long Bo's" body.

"Long Bo" groaned slightly in pain, and also found Jing Liu in front of him, shaking his body, forcing Jing Liu to leave.

Looking at Jing Liu falling to the ground, "Long Bo" also attacked Jing Liu.

Jing Liu relied on the difference in size between himself and "Long Bo" and used his flexible body to cleverly avoid every attack of "Long Bo" and left many wounds on "Long Bo".

"Long Bo" was very angry when he saw that he was being teased by Jing Liu. He released all his strength and shook Jing Liu away, and then punched Jing Liu with force.

"Oops!" Jingliu didn't think of this, thinking that he could win by just circling around him, but he didn't expect to ignore this.

It was obviously too late to dodge at this distance, Jingliu put the giant sword in front of him to relieve the damage caused by the fist's impact on his body.

With the arrival of the fist, Jingliu was instantly knocked away and fell into the blood mud on the battlefield.

"Cough cough."

Jingliu spit out a mouthful of blood and felt the state of his body. To put it in an exaggerated way, it was as if all his internal organs were broken.

"I still have to thank this sword, but after the blow just now, I'm afraid the "lifespan" of the sword is about to end."

Jingliu forced himself to get up and looked at the giant sword in his hand with some damage and said to himself.

"However, it seems that the weakness has been discovered. If you seize the opportunity, you will win!"

Jingliu looked at a wound on "Long Bo"'s body. Compared with other wounds, this wound bleeds more blood, and there is no sign of stopping.

After saying that, Jingliu endured the severe pain in his body, held the giant sword tightly, and continued to circle around "Long Bo", looking for an opportunity.

...

Soon, Jingliu found an opportunity and rushed straight to the wound.

"Long Bo" seemed to have noticed Jingliu's thoughts, raised his palm and slapped Jingliu.

"Go, flying sword." Seeing this, Jingliu chuckled, and then summoned twelve flying swords to attack "Long Bo's" wound.

Seeing this, "Long Bo" did not care about the flying sword, but strengthened the power in his palm, as if he felt that he was about to die and wanted to drag someone down with him.

Jingliu looked at the palm attacking him, and once again put the sword in front of him, ready to take this blow.

"Haaa!"

With a roar from "Long Bo", he finally fell to the ground. Jingliu was also slapped into the blood mud again by "Long Bo".

For a moment, the air became quiet.

Soon after, a hand emerged from the bloody mud. The next moment, Jingliu, who was covered in blood, pressed the tip of his sword against the ground and slowly crawled out of the bloody mud.

"Ha...ah...it seems that I won..."

"I did it..."

Before he had time to be happy, the next moment, the sword broke, and Jingliu fell to the ground without support and lost consciousness...

The woman in military uniform appeared in front of Jingliu, looking at Jingliu and "Ryu Bo" and the broken sword beside him, and remained silent...

The sword was two feet and one inch long, with only a broken blade left...