In the yard, the two of them were fighting against each other. Zhao Xiang'er threw a mahogany sword to him. Ning Jiujiu frowned and said, "Isn't it a fist?"
Zhao Xianger asked: "Do you want to change it to iron?"
Ning Jiujiu had no choice but to compromise: "What kind of swordsmanship does Your Highness plan to teach you today?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "I don't know sword moves, how can I get any sword skills?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "There are no sword moves, but after using the sword for a long time, everyone will have their own familiar moves, and these invisible moves are also moves."
Zhao Xiang'er thought for a while, nodded and said, "It makes some sense."
Although she agreed with Ning Jiujiu's point of view, the speed of drawing the sword was not slower than half a minute. The mahogany sword passed through the dark frozen soil. As her figure jumped up, the tip of the sword fell from the sky and stabbed Ning Jiujiu in the chest. Go, Ning Jiujiu returns his sword, and the tip of the wooden sword slides against the groove of the central axis of his sword body, lowering Ning Jiujiu's figure.
The two wooden swords stabbed each other, and the moment they brushed against each other, the skirts of both sides of their clothes swung, covering the trajectory of the wooden swords. They both stabbed at extremely tricky angles. Between the two white clothes, the wooden swords swung. The shadow of the sword passed by like a swooping sparrow, and the momentary contact caused the unique muffled sound of wood. The two swords were staggered, their blades touched each other, and they slid forward.
As if they had a telepathic connection, the two of them twisted their wrists at the same time, and the sword blades twisted together. If these were two flexible iron swords filled with spiritual power, they would probably be twisted together like ramen.
But now the two wooden swords were clashing together, and only a slightly broken wood chip was wiped out. When the sword tip reached his wrist, Ning Jiujiu was the first to let go, slapped the hilt, and hit the peach wood sword directly towards the opponent's chest. , but Zhao Xiang'er was unmoved. He took half a step back, and directly clamped the incoming sword with his other hand like lightning. The sword in his hand did not stop and pursued him.
The tip of the sword was approaching Ning Jiujiu's throat. Ning Jiujiu couldn't retreat in time. He leaned back suddenly and at the same time stretched out his legs to kick her wrist, trying to interrupt the force of the sword-holding hand.
Although Zhao Xiang'er's long sword was swept away, the other hand holding the sword directly cut it off and hit his calf. Ning suffered from pain for a long time, and the instant pain and numbness in the leg bone was difficult to dispel quickly. Zhao Xiang'er's wrist did not escape either. It was hit by the toe of Ning Jiujiu's shoe. His sword-drawing hand was half-clapped, and he was unable to continue the pursuit.
Ning Jiujiu stood still and accurately grasped the edge of the sword that Zhao Xiang'er wanted to use with one finger. He followed the edge of the sword with his fingers, slid close to the sword, clasped it with his fingers, locked it tightly, and then With a sudden twist, Zhao Xiang'er sneered and flicked his other hand to grab the sword, saying, "Give it back to you."
The previously snatched wooden sword flew out sideways, like a whirling blade. After circling in the air, it stabbed towards Ning Jiujiu's vest. Ning Jiujiu was unable to seize the sword for a short time and was forced to give up. He turned to one side and reluctantly He barely dodged the stabbing sword in the back.
The sword stabbed in the back without stopping, and it grazed his own armpit. After the sword flew past most of it, Ning Changjiu grabbed the hilt of the sword behind him and stabbed forward with the force of the unbroken sword.
"Learned all this in a month?" Zhao Xiang'er said lightly, and suddenly raised his hand, raising the wooden sword in his hand high. His eyes were fixed on the coming force of his sword like a torch, and he slashed down like a snake three feet away.
There was a snap, and the shock was transmitted along the wooden sword to the tiger's mouth. Ning Jiujiu's spiritual power vibrated at the same time, canceling out the shock before it came. The sword's power remained the same, just not too slow, but it grabbed Zhao Xiang'er's chest, Zhao Xiang'er's eyes There was a flash of approval in his heart, but his attack was not light at all. He poured spiritual power into the wooden sword, flicked his sleeves, and slashed it down. Then he hit the sword again and completely dispersed the sword energy.
In mid-air, the wooden sword was bent and bent. Although Ning Jiujiu did not let go, the sword energy on his arm seemed to be weighing a thousand pounds, making it difficult to lift it.
But Zhao Xiang'er refused to give up and hit his wrist with the blade of the sword again. Ning Jiujiu hurriedly withdrew the sword, unable to avoid it, and was finally hit again. The sword in his hand fell from his hand, and Ning Jiujiu raised his toes. He kicked the hilt of the sword that was about to fall to the ground. After receiving the force, the wooden sword changed direction again and stabbed straight towards Zhao Xiang'er.
Of course, this sword could not hurt her, it was just Ning Changjiu's delaying method. Zhao Xiang'er flicked her finger and accurately hit the tip of the sword, knocking the sword to the ground again.
With a flash of her body, she forced herself in front of Ning Jiujiu, and with a snap, she used her wooden sword to make a striking red mark on Ning Jiujiu's palm, and said sarcastically: "You have been practicing hard for a month, and you have made so much progress? "
Ning Changjiu's realm in his previous life was just a little bit higher than hers. Now Huluopingyang was being taught a lesson by a girl who was only sixteen years old. He was also angry in his heart. He directly reached out to snatch her sword and said: "Those who have the ability are in the same realm." A sword showdown!"
Zhao Xiang'er didn't feel ashamed of being forced into a situation, and simply opened his sword-grabbing hand and said: "So what if you are invincible in the same situation? If you meet an opponent, how many situations can you make him suppress?"
Saying that, Zhao Xiang'er pressed forward with his long sword again, shaking out countless sword intentions, surrounding the defenseless Ning Jiujiu, and swallowed them away, forcing him to retreat. The wooden sword broke through the shadow of the sword and hit him again. In his palm, Ning Jiujiu retracted his hand and squeezed it tightly to dissipate the pain.
"I asked you to punch me, not to do violence!" Ning Changjiu said while dodging Zhao Xianger's attack with difficulty.
Zhao Xianger hit him in the palm again and said, "Lu Jianjian can hit him, but I can't?"
Ning Jiujiu put his hands behind his back and took a wrong step to escape. Zhao Xiang'er's figure was like the wind, and it seemed that he was coming close to his face. She stretched out her hand and touched Ning Jiujiu's chest, sealing his castration. She used the blade of the sword with her other hand. Hitting him on the back, three consecutive blows knocked him to the ground. Zhao Xiang'er's sword energy came again and stopped steadily in front of his eyebrows.
Zhao Xiang'er suddenly asked: "Do you really want me to suppress the situation?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled, shook his head and said with an extremely firm expression: "No need, His Highness is right. When you are against someone, how can any enemy let you even get half a level?"
Zhao Xiang'er said softly: "If I didn't suppress the situation, I would have almost beaten you to death?"
Ning Jiujiu's expression remained serious, as if he was saying something: "Don't worry, I won't die."
Zhao Xiang'er hummed softly.
Ning Changjiu's expression turned relaxed and he said with a smile: "If Your Highness really dares to be in the same situation, I'm afraid you will be the one who falls to the ground right now. I hold a grudge very much, so don't expect me to be merciful."
"Seeking death." Zhao Xiang'er pursed her lips slightly, her dimples were like ice and snow, and her black hair danced wildly. She lifted her wide sleeves and stabbed out with a sword. Her arm and sword were almost connected in a straight line. On the back of the show, the hanging skirt is almost in line with the show neck, which is unparalleled in grace.
Ning Jiujiu calmed down his expression and tried to grasp the tip of the sword with his fingers.
Then, Ning Changjiu's screams rang out in the courtyard.
Ning Xiaoling, who was cleaning the house inside the door, sighed. She put the broom aside, walked behind the door, opened it a little, and peeked out.
She felt a little resentful in her heart and thought about what happened to her senior brother. He didn't come to see me first after returning home, so he started fighting with Sister Xiang'er. He fought even though he knew he couldn't beat me. He must have lost his mind.
After just a few rounds of meeting, Ning Jiujiu lost as expected, and there was almost no chance to fight back. Ning Xiaoling looked at the scene happening in the small courtyard, and she always felt like a little village woman holding a A feather duster chases a naughty little white goose.
As soon as this thought came to Ning Xiaoling, she shook her head again, thinking that if she really changed it to a big white goose, she might even dare to hurt Sister Xiang'er.
Brother, this is so embarrassing.
She curled her lips, pinched the hem of her clothes, and rubbed it gently. She had a sullen face and didn't know what she was hesitating about. After a while, she finally plucked up the courage, pushed the door open and walked out, saying loudly: "Stop fighting!"
When Zhao Xiang'er saw her coming out, he stopped holding the sword in his hand, looked at her strangely, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "Don't bully my senior brother!"
Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said, "Young junior sister, are you so tough?"
Ning Xiaoling didn't know where she got the courage and said, "I'm going to beat you as well."
Zhao Xiang'er looked at her, her eyes narrowed slightly, and behind her, Ning Changjiu stood up and patted the frozen soil stuck to his clothes, and said: "Junior sister, why are you joining in the fun when you are in the first level of immortality? What can you do with this small body? Why are you being beaten? What's more, senior brother is practicing, are you trying to delay senior brother's practice?"
Ning Xiaoling puffed up her cheeks and said, "Senior brother, I just..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ning Jiujiu had already arrived in front of her, patted her shoulder, and interrupted: "Junior sister, one day when she reaches the realm of immortality, I can fight with your sister Xiang'er again."
Ning Xiaoling's eyes widened and she opened her mouth, but suddenly she felt that the hand on her shoulder gained some strength. At the same time, she also felt Ning Jiujiu's thoughts - it was a strange emotion.
Her expression seemed to understand something after a slight pause.
Ning Xiaoling glared at him and said angrily: "Humph, I don't care about you. You can be beaten if you like. If you beat me to death, I will bury you in the snow."
After saying that, she pouted angrily, turned around and ran back into the house, grabbing a broom and brushing away the dust on the floor.
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On the other side of Huangquan, a wheelchair was pushed into the deep alley. Madam Bai, wearing a bone-white dress, was sitting in the wheelchair, with a snow-white fox fur draped on her knees.
Shubai followed her silently, pushing the wheelchair forward slowly without saying a word.
"Do you know why I didn't fight that Zhao Xianger?" Madam Bai asked.
Shubai shook his head: "I don't know."
In the past month, for some reason, Mrs. Bai's health has not improved much. Not only has her state stagnated, but her legs have become worse day by day. Today, it is difficult to walk. She lives alone in the yard. Yue suddenly asked Shubai to push her for a walk by the river today. Shubai pushed her to the river, but met Zhao Xianger.
Shu Bai didn't know if it was a coincidence or if Madam Bai had predicted it. His first reaction at that time was fear. He was very aware of Sister Bai's physical condition at the moment, and knew that as long as Zhao Xiang'er took action, Sister Bai would almost certainly die.
But for some reason, they faced each other across the river bank for a long time, and finally left without a fight.
It was only in vain that he was startled into a cold sweat.
Madam Bai looked calm and was pushed forward by him. Her fingers gently brushed the soft fox fur on her knees and said, "If they kill me, will you avenge me?"
Shubai didn't speak, just lowered his head and pushed the wheelchair forward.
The wooden wheels rolled with black leather rolled over the snow, leaving a long rut mark, winding away without end or end in the dark night.
Mrs. Bai continued to ask: "You thought I was dead before, how did you feel when you saw me come back to life?"
Shubai was silent for a while and said truthfully: "I'm scared."
Mrs. Bai smiled and said, "I thought you would be very happy."
Shubai clutched the back of the wheelchair tightly, and the meridians on the back of his hand protruded like a struggling little green snake, "Half the city... is dead."
Madam Bai's eyes were filled with silky charm, and her long ink-colored hair flowed down her body like water. Among the pure black and white, her raised red lips were particularly eye-catching. She felt the murderous intention behind her. But he turned a blind eye and said with a smile: "Then why don't you kill me?"
Shubai smiled miserably and said, "You know I won't kill you."
Mrs. Bai hummed, folded her hands on her thighs, and said: "It's better than the other side. Here, I can ensure that the souls of the dead will not be eaten by the soul worms."
Shubai shook his head and said, "But they can't live forever."
Mrs. Bai looked at the red moon and said: "As long as I am still here, they can continue to live like this. As long as they exist, what is the difference between living and dead?"
Shubai said: "What if one day the sun comes out?"
Mrs. Bai said proudly: "It is daytime now, but the sun cannot shine into this city. It will never shine in... Legend has it that someone once shot down the sun. I don't have a bow and arrow, but I have a moon. I can do it too." Same feat.”
Shubai raised his head and looked at the red moon without asking any more questions.
"I don't like that horse and that cow." Shubai said.
Mrs. Bai said: "They can't die yet. If one day they must die, I will let you do it."
Shubai hummed.
They pushed through the snow for a while, and when they approached the entrance of the alley, Shubai stopped.
At the end of the street corner, many black shadows suddenly appeared.
Those black images were countless crows, pouring into the alley in a black mass, and stopped in front of Madam Bai.
Mrs. Bai raised her head and looked forward.
In the alley, dozens of corpses stood in front of us. Those figures were swaying, and their glowing eyes were like countless bats crowded together. Even if they were plunged into a long darkness, they could still clearly feel their gushing and burning eyes. Out of anger.
"Witch!" Someone walked out of the crowd holding a long knife, pointing the tip of the knife at Madam Bai, and said angrily: "Witch, you finally dare to come out today!"
Mrs. Bai said calmly: "I have always been in that courtyard, but you didn't have the courage to come to me."
"Who knows what conspiracy you have?" The man sneered: "Now that we are here, witch, you are cornered today. The moment you walk out of the yard today, you will die."
Mrs. Bai said: "Why do you think you can kill me?"
The leader stretched his hand back, and a blood-dried head was handed over. It was the head of a tall horse.
The horse's head was smashed to the ground, and the man inserted the knife into the horse's neck. He sneered: "A month ago, dozens of adult men were no match for it, but today we killed it without too much effort. You cut off its neck with great strength. Your horse is already dead. Soon the head of the mad cow will be chopped off and sent to you. You are getting weaker all the time. Your right and left arm was killed but you stopped it. If we don't come down... we endured the humiliation and finally waited until today!"
Shubai stared at the dead Ma Mian's head and frowned.
At this moment, in the deep alley, the voice of the man holding the long knife was roaring: "We have already said that I will not let you go even if I become a ghost! Today, you witch will definitely die!"
That angry shout shook countless white snow off the wall, and the anger of the ghosts behind him was also aroused with his words. They were all dead souls in the city who died directly or indirectly under the claws of the White Bone Lady. They watched helplessly. Relatives died one by one, turning from living people into half-human and half-ghost, and then corroded into real ghosts who could never see the light of day.
They originally had great fear of Madam Bai, but finally, after killing Ma Mian today, a fresh feeling like blood filled their chests.
They had the confidence to kill Mrs. Bai, and on this day, Mrs. Bai happened to leave the courtyard and came to the bank of the underworld.
Like the other side, they also watched from a distance, nervously waiting for the outcome of this battle.
Only in the end nothing happened.
They didn't know why, but looking at the wheelchair and fox fur, and looking at the pale and weak cheeks of the charming woman in it, they could no longer suppress it. Group after group of people gathered together on this only road. The end awaits.
At the moment when the killing sounds shook the sky, Shu Bai panicked for a while. He knew that no matter how weak Mrs. Bai was, it should be easy to kill these people.
In a brief moment of surprise, the man who raised the long sword had already slashed in front of him, and slashed down with the sword.
Madam Bai did not offer any resistance. The knife fell on her body. Although it did not split her, it shattered a piece of white bone scales. The sound of the shattering was quickly drowned out by the roar of the crowd. They rushed over together and headed towards Madam Bai's body surged over her, and those with weapons slashed at her with their weapons, while those without weapons smashed her down with their hands, feet, and fists.
The woman sitting in the wheelchair was like a white reef in the black torrent, being pushed and pushed back by the crowd, sometimes submerged and sometimes revealing a hint of color.
Shu Bai stood there and was soon pushed to the ground. He was completely panicked and watched helplessly as those people submerged Mrs. Bai. The knives and axes fell. Although they could not cause any big wounds, they still hurt her. There were fine blood marks one after another on her body, and her bone skirt was smashed to pieces, revealing bits and pieces of her covered body.
Shubai's heart felt like it was lifted up by an eagle's claws. He stood up, rushed over, and roared: "Stop fighting... Stop fighting! If you kill her, you will also die!"
But his voice could not be heard above the noise of the crowd.
Likewise, no one cares about their own life or death at this moment.
Madam Bai sat quietly without any resistance, just like a real rock, enduring the wind, rain, and chop with swords and axes. Then the blood on her body became more and more red, redder than the moon in the sky. The blood flowed through her plump and white body, like a flower stream rushing through a ravine of white snow, and then countless identical red camellias bloomed from the white snow, dyeing everything bright red and coquettish.
Shubai gasped for breath. He wanted to go against the flow of people to save her, but the corpse had already turned into a copper wall. He fell to the ground, his body had been trampled countless times, and his fingers suddenly touched something sticky. Something, that's blood.
More and more blood flowed out, dripped to the ground, reached his fingers, and got into the gaps between his fingers.
Madam Bai was being tortured by a thousand cuts at this moment, but her expression did not change at all, as if the injuries all over her body had nothing to do with her.
In the shadow of the corpse, Bai Shu suddenly felt some strength pouring into his body. He stood up in a daze and roared at Madam Bai: "Why don't you fight back? Why don't you fight back!"
Madam Bai was indifferent. Her fox fur had long been dyed red, and the wounds on her body were getting more and more deep, with bones almost visible.
Shubai looked at her and suddenly understood. He said in a daze: "Why don't you resist... If you don't resist... Are you forcing me to kill someone?"
"You are forcing me to kill someone..."
He smiled miserably, and his words were extremely soft, like a piece of snow that could not fall to the ground for a long time. His body was quickly knocked to the ground, also like the remaining snow that no one cares about.
But Madam Bai heard his words, her red lips curled up, she knocked over the body like a drawing paper with red ink, and endured all this silently.
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When they walked out of the alley again, the corners of Mrs. Bai's mouth were still curled up, while Shu Bai fell completely silent. He pushed the wheelchair forward in despair, and there was silence behind him.
After an unknown amount of time, Shubai spoke softly: "You recruited these people, right?"
Madam Bai had no intention of hiding anything and said, "I let Niu Tou deceive them."
Shubai asked again: "You just want to force me to kill someone?"
Madam Bai nodded and said, "How does it feel to kill someone?"
Shu Bai stopped, swayed a few times, and sat slumped on the ground. The whites of his eyes were filled with dense bloodshot eyes, which was extremely horrifying.
Mrs. Bai didn't feel any pity for him, she just looked at the moon in the sky faintly, raised her hand softly, as if she wanted to hold the moon in her hand from a distance, she smiled and said: "Yam Luo is dead, Bai Wuchang is also dead. , Haha, one hundred and fifty punches are not enough to add another fifty? You don’t want to be in trouble even if you die? The young couple have a tacit understanding, but they said a few nonsense code words and you really think I don’t understand? You spend so much effort pretending to be stupid and secretly promoted What's the use of such a small realm? If I want the world to collapse, can you... stop me?"
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(The defense is completed! I will sort out my thoughts tomorrow and start paying off the debt next time!)