Liu Ruiying suddenly thought of it, but there was another thing, which was even more terrifying than the lamp itself.

That's the person who holds the lights.

The lamp stand in the house has no feet, so he won't run around by himself.

If no one changes, it will stand in the corner for many years until it passes with the house.

But if someone deliberately changes his hands and even blows out the lights, the situation will be very different.

It's dark under the lamp, but when the lamp is turned off, the whole room will be dark.

The man in white closed the door to death after Liu Ruiying entered the door, so as to make the house a complete and dark place.

No one knows what's going on here.

Everyone can only see the results.

But the result cannot be changed.

It’s like ‘ruo’ is the most unpromising word in the world.

Each sentence contains regret and decadence.

Unforgettable misses and wishful thinking.

Besides, the dead don’t even have the chance to say “Ruo”.

This is the root of Liu Ruiying's loneliness.

The weather outside the house has nothing to do with him now.

Whether it is the heavy rain or the sun shines brightly.

Nothing will change any pattern in the house.

The pattern of death without life, the mood of murderous intent step by step.

Liu Ruiying pondered for a moment and put down the sword in his hand.

"What, give up?"

The man in white asked in two ways.

Liu Ruiying shook her head and silently looked at the star sword in her hand.

"I didn't give up, but I really don't know how to stick with it."

"You are very self-aware."

The man in white said.

“Because I don’t want to be a nasty person.”

Liu Ruiying said.

"People are always harsh in demanding others, but they are always prone to miscalculation of themselves. Either overestimate or underestimate them."

The man in white said.

"I have always had a very accurate estimate of myself."

Liu Ruiying said.

"So you believe you can't beat me."

The man in white said.

"If you are a knife, I do have a fight. But now, I have no chance of winning."

Liu Ruyi said.

"So you have something to ask me."

The man in white said.

"That's right."

Liu Ruiying nodded.

"And it's a very old-fashioned problem."

The man in white continued.

"That's right."

Liu Ruiying Bar Sword withdrew its scabbard.

"Since you know the question is cliché, you must know that I won't answer."

The man in white said.

"So I just thought about it in my mind and didn't ask."

Liu Ruiying said.

"But I still have to try."

Liu Ruiying drew his sword again.

This time he pulled it very slowly.

It is slow enough to let spring skip summer and enter autumn directly.

The man in white showed a very appreciative look.

He felt that he was not wrong.

A person who is open and loyal to his friends will not abandon himself like this.

He will definitely fight.

Although this process is inevitably a little entangled with depravity.

But in the end, it will return to the original trajectory.

This is exactly what I have just collected my sword and draw my sword again now.

Coming.

Liu Ruiying thrust his sword straight.

This sword is a burst of pure physical strength.

From the Achilles tendon to the legs, and then to the back, the right arm was connected and stabbed out with a sword.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the tip of the pen under the man in white.

There is no trick, there is no false trick.

It's just like this that it's really stinging.

The man in white covered his face, and Liu Ruiying couldn't see his expression clearly.

But he could feel that the man in white seemed to be laughing.

This kind of laughter is not ridicule or contempt, but a kind of comfort.

I don’t know whether he comforted himself or Liu Ruiying.

Liu Ruiying's sword is closer.

It was less than three feet away from the tip of his nose.

The man in white suddenly turned his wrist.

Two long swords crossed left and right in front of them, shaped like a pair of scissors, and firmly clamped Liu Ruiying's sword body.

At this time, the tip of the sword was only an inch away from the tip of his nose.

But it is firmly fixed and cannot be carried out or retreat.

At this time, a pure and powerful force surged from the yin and yang poles in Liu Ruiying's body, and it spread along the meridians to his right arm holding the sword.

This power is far beyond the limit he can bear.

The pain coming from the meridians is like thousands of small knives that can pass through the flesh and blood.

But his right arm was as stable as Mount Tai, and he was still motionless.

It was not until this energy was injected into the Star Sword that Liu Ruiying removed his spirit and allowed it to explode.

A loud bang!

The two swords of the man in white were lifted up by the energy bursting from the left and right sword bodies of the Star Sword.

The shackles that clamp the star sword were broken.

In a blink of an eye, the tip of the sword pushed forward for more than an inch.

"bite!"

Another crisp sound.

It was exactly the same as the tone when the man in white slapped himself in the face.
To be continued...