BigSword Fairy Water Shadow

Chapter 1 "Flowing fire, flowing fire..." Shuiying called softly. She had been calling this name for three days and three nights. I don't know how many times it was repeated. The originally clear and bright voice was hoarse and low, but the scarlet sword placed on the blue jade case still did not respond. "Shuiying, forget it, it's useless. Even if you call it for another three days and three nights, it won't respond to you. Chiyoubu and the heavenly world are like water and fire. It's not that you don't know, but you want to use his soul to refine the sword..." "What are you saying!" Shui Ying raised his eyebrows and stared at Kunling, who was talking. He was full of depression and finally had a object to vent. "The sword has been refined, and I don't believe it can wake it up.Isn't it said that sincerity leads to gold and stone? Get out if you say any more. Don't make noise in my ear. Kunling was stunned by her scolding, and then she got up and said lightly, "Then I'll wait for you outside!" "Oh, you really want to leave!" Shuiying was a little flustered, "Isn't it okay if I made a mistake? Are you angry? So stingy." Kunling looked at the woman in front of her, and the slight anger on her face was replaced by a smile. There were deep ripples in her eyes, rippling layer by layer. "I'm not angry, you go on." The sky in the east has turned slightly white. Seeing that the sky is about to dawn, the deadline of three days and three nights is coming, but the Flowing Fire Sword still ignores the call of the shadow of the water, calmly restrains the light and hides the essence, and is as silent as death. "Fire, fire, please have some reaction, do you really hate me so much? I don't want to attack Chiyoubu. I can't help it. I worked so hard to protect your soul. I just want you to be my sword. Please fire, please respond to me..." Shuiying looked at the sword on the case in despair, bursting into tears. Kunling was heartbroken and sighed when he saw this situation. He had never seen such an embarrassed sword fairy as Shuiying. Unexpectedly, he whispered to his sword and begged bitterly. He looked up out of the window, and a faint fatigue appeared between his handsome eyebrows. He had been sitting in this cold Wenjian Pavilion for three days and three nights, accompanied by the hopeless call of the water shadow. There is a faint golden light flashing in the sky. The golden dragon that patrols the sun has woken up, and the sky is about to dawn. It seems that the water shadow is destined to have no fate with the flowing fire sword. Kunling sighed silently, thinking about how to appease Shuiying's despair and depression. Bang, bang, the door of the Sword Pavilion was knocked, and the bodyguard's voice came in dullly: "The time has come. The sword is over. It's time for you two to come out!" Kunling got up and put his arms around Shuiying's shoulder. "Shuiying, it's time to go. It's not destined to be yours!" "No!" Shuiying pushed Kunling away with force, fell in front of the Qingyu case with the sword, and shouted, "Liuhuo, Liuhuo, I've been calling for so long, didn't you hear me? Are you so cruel!" Kunling shook his head helplessly and helped up Shuiying, who was full of tears. "Shuiying, you are against the immortal way like this. Gains and losses follow fate, and you can't force them." "I have to force it!I want it!" Shuiying broke free from his hand and went crazy to lift the blue jade case. Kunling was shocked and quickly turned around and held her down. Shuiying shed tears and struggled desperately. While the two were entangled, the sleeping fire sword suddenly rang.At the same time, the red light was in full bloom, and the demonic blood-colored light illuminated the hazy Wenjian Pavilion, like the sunset. Both of them were stunned, quieted down, and looked at the strange sword in a daze. After a while, Shuiying reacted, grabbed Kunling's arm, and shouted ecstatically, "It responded. Did you see it? It finally responded!" She cheered and turned around. She went forward to take the sword. The fiery red sword seemed to sense something. Suddenly, it trembled violently. The sound was sharp, and the red light was even hotter, as if it was about to burn. Kunling suddenly felt bad and shouted, "Shui Ying, be careful!" Take a step forward to pull her. But it was too late. The fire sword suddenly flew up from the case and stabbed the woman who reached out to it like an electric stone. The sudden change, the distance at hand, Shuiying was stunned. Seeing that the sword was less than an inch away from his chest, he had no response. Kunling didn't have time to fight with the sword. In a hurry, he bent down to the sword body and bounced it. Before his fingertips touched the cold blade, the strange red sword suddenly twisted like a spirit snake and turned around to stab him. Kun Ling was shocked. He took a few steps back and held the hilt of the sword around his waist with his backhand. A purple light like light smoke lit up in an instant, and the purple sword choked out of its sheath. The sharp blade pointed directly to the flow of fire, and the two swords collided., the sharp offensive of the flow of fire stagnated for a moment, and then fell from the air and choked to the ground. The strange and dazzling red light converged in an instant, and it was as silent as before. Wen Jiange was shrouded in the hazy morning light of dawn. Kunling stared at the sword on the ground, holding Ziluo tightly in his palm, and did not dare to slack off at all. After a long time, the flowing fire was still silent, like an ordinary sword. Kunling then breathed a sigh of relief, raised his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, and turned to look at the water shadow. "Are you okay?" Shuiying looked panicked and gloomy and said in a daze, "Why does it hate me so much?" "It doesn't hate you, but all the people in the world. In the Kunshan War, the whole Chiyou clan was annihilated by us, and even the soul was destroyed, leaving only it. How can it not hate it? How can it be willing to be your sword?Shuiying, listen to me and give it up." Kunling is still worried and worried. "No, I'm going to order it! I believe it must belong to me!" Shuiying leaned over and picked up the flowing fire sword. Her hands were calm and powerful, without trembling or hesitation. Liu Huo did not raid again, and was held in her palm as if he was suging to his fate. "Maybe it was just the final release of anger. After all, it has responded to the call of the water shadow, which proves that it is willing to follow her." Kunling understood Shuiying's stubbornness, and she had no regrets about what she had decided. He had no choice but to give himself an explanation, put the sword into the sheath, and opened the heavy door of Wenjian Pavilion. The rising sunlight poured in, covered them, and dyed their blue shirts golden. There are many in the dust.There are many legends about sword immortals. It is said that they were all mortals with excellent swordsmanship. After ascetic cultivation, they became immortals. They were able to fly with divine swords. This is the sword fairy imagined by people in the world, and it is generally true, but they don't know that the real sword fairy must have a fairy sword. The fairy sword has a soul, not the sword soul, but the closest person to the swordsman. He is willing to throw his soul into the Dingtian furnace, solidify it with the dissolved divine iron, and cast an extraordinary sword to protect the people he cares about forever. Only such a refined sword can be called a fairy sword, and can it communicate with the hearts of the swordsman, and the human sword is one, and there is no disadvantage. Otherwise, no matter what, the ancient soldiersIn the end, it is an ordinary iron death sword without spirituality, which cannot reach the highest level of swordsmanship. Kunling's Ziluo sword condensed his mother's soul. At the end of her life, the gentle woman refused the reincarnation of fate and cast herself into the sword to protect her beloved son. And Tan Yun, who is stationed in Suifeng Pavilion, and the Danxia sword around his waist that will never leave him for a moment, are his brother's eternal companion.