Chapter 47: Phoenix Nirvana Sutra

Good sword!
There was a flash of admiration in Chen Xinglie's heart, but he didn't draw out the big sword to fight back. He didn't even dodge the action, but his eyes were a little bit more emotional.
"How similar is this scene!"
Chen Xinglie sighed secretly.
In his memory, in his previous life, under Tushan, 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, this fairy Yumeng also had a sword in his sleeve, and he slashed with his sword.
Those pictures in the memories seem to be repeating at this moment.
"As always!"
Chen Xinglie faced Jian Feng, did not dodge or evade, did not move, even with a smile on his mouth!
Even when Zhao Yumeng slashed out this sword, no matter how powerful he was, no matter how murderous...
Chen Xinglie turned a blind eye.
He had already seen it.
Zhao Yumeng's sword is exactly the same as in the previous life, except that it looks like a rainbow on the surface, but in fact, it is still undecided.
really.
The sword energy cut out of Zhao Yumeng's sleeve seemed unparalleled, but it stopped three inches above Chen Xinglie's head, and did not advance half a minute.
In his previous life, Chen Xinglie was scared by this sword.
But it's different now.
The sword edge hung over Chen Xinglie's head.
Chen Xinglie's smile was thick.
"Why laugh?"
Zhao Yumeng had cold eyes and a sharp tone.
This reaction of Fairy Yumeng had never happened in Chen Xinglie's memory.
Chen Xinglie likes this change.
From this moment on...
The future of the two will become completely different from those in Chen Xinglie's memory.
"There is a small red mole under your left rib cage."
Chen Xinglie stood under the dazzling sword, his eyes filled with light clouds? , Said lightly: "If there is no red mole, this seat will act as a horizontal sword and slay itself. You don't need to trouble Fairy Yumeng to do it yourself and kill me with a sword!"
There is a small red mole under the left rib cage!
"How can this person know that I have a red mole?" Zhao Yumeng was stiff, his eyes were dull, and his heart was full of disbelief.
This matter is extremely secretive!
Even those close to the family may not understand it.
If it is a man, someone knows that there is a red mole on the ribs, 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 seeing the upper body, which is normal.
But women are different.
No matter how hot it is, no matter how unbearable the heat is, women will never take off their upper body clothes and let others watch!
Even the girl who sells laughter in the brothel would not only wear a pair of pants.
Zhao Yumeng is as pure as jade, and guards himself like jade. How can he let others see the red mole on his body?
What is the left rib cage?
In short, that is the chest!
"Who on earth are you?"
Zhao Yumeng's eyes were full of fright and anger, and his eyes were murderous, and the bright sword light cut out of his sleeve became more and more sharp. A blood-red light faintly emerged from the blade.
"This seat is called Chen Xinglie."
Chen Xinglie looked at the Jian Qi hanging above his head, and said: "Chen, who is old and wine, travels across the world, and the sun is fierce."
"do not know."
Zhao Yumeng's eyes were cold, and the murderousness in his eyes was better than before.
"Just don't know it."
Chen Xinglie’s mouth raised a meaningful smile, and said: "This seat took so hard to know that your name is Zhao Yumeng in this life. In the great empire, you worshipped Tushanzong as a disciple... This seat is just to figure out this. One thing, you have exhausted your mind. If you can easily know who this seat is, doesn't it mean that all the thoughts that this seat consumes are useless?"
Zhao Yumeng was stunned when he heard this.
Just because Chen Xinglie's words are so clear that she is called Zhao Yumeng in this life!
This life!
Is there a previous life?
In the eyes of ordinary people, Chen Xinglie's statement, God and Taoism, is just like a madman, without reason and without basis.
But Zhao Yumeng heard these words, but there was a storm in his heart.
"who are you?"
Zhao Yumeng was embarrassed and angry. The sword light cut from the sleeves was no longer the original sharp luster, but became bright red like blood. The long and narrow blades were like flames condensed, exuding billowing heat.
It seems that there is a bright sun hidden in her sleeves, which can burn everything in the world and annihilate everything.
The Begonia flowers in the courtyard were all ignited by the sword qi, and they burned out the fireworks in the courtyard.
The night sky is bright and the moon is high, and the stars are faint.
At this moment, the palace where the two of them were located was as beautiful as a real dream.
"My name is Chen Xinglie."
"Born between heaven and earth, a big man should stand up to his feet, and he should not change his name or sit down and change his surname!"
"This seat is not like you. Once you reincarnate, you will have a new name. It is really hard for this seat to find!"
Chen Xinglie's tone is sincere, as if every word comes from his heart, and every sentence comes from his heart.
"Is this person my former enemy?"
Zhao Yumeng's eyes condensed, her eyes full of anger.
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 been reincarnated and rebuilt, and even changed my name, but this person has to be killed!"
"How much hatred does this person have with me?"
"In terms of martial arts aura, this person seems to have a very low cultivation level. Could it be that he has cultivated a martial arts secret technique that hides his aura and conceals his strength?"
Zhao Yumeng's eyes were full of coldness, and she pinched a sword art in her hand, and the blood on her body rose like a volcanic eruption. The sword energy released from her sleeves, after receiving the supplement of blood, the sword's edge became crystal clear. As if there was a torrent of magma circulating in the sword.
Vaguely, there seemed to be a sound of Fengming originating from the depths of the soul, coming from the sword.
Inside and outside the palace, they were bright red as blood by the light of the sword.
Even the Begonia flower under Chen Xinglie's feet, under the shining of the blood red sword light, became ten times more beautiful than before.
Zhao Yumeng's killing thoughts were already solidified.
She is not indecisive.
Now it is guessed that Chen Xinglie, who is standing at the door, seems to be someone who has a previous life with her. Zhao Yumeng wanted to fight to the death for the first time!
It's a pity that Chen Xinglie's next sentence made Zhao Yumeng's heart whisper like a tsunami, and it disappeared in an instant.
"Zhu Er..."
Chen Xinglie quietly called out a name.
When Zhao Yumeng heard the word "Zhu Er", his eyes were dull, and the scarlet sword energy bursting out of his sleeves suddenly disappeared.
Zhu Er!
This name is my first boudoir name!
I have 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 his head and sighed: "I thought that with your talents, you would discover this weakness sooner or later. I never thought that you are still obsessed with understanding..."