"Ning Jiujiu, please don't believe this woman's lies. Others deceive people by saying that seven out of ten sentences are true and three are false, and then they confuse the truth with falsehoods. This woman's ten sentences are true, and she relies entirely on her beauty. You are so deceptive! If you have been deceived by her, then when I take your body away from you in the future, there will be no sense of accomplishment!"
The spirit of the Sword Scripture reminded angrily in the body.
The stronger the wind and snow in the canyon became, the quieter Si Ming's shadow became.
Her slender fingers sank between the skirt strap and waist, and the flying black skirt seemed to slow down.
She raised her fingers slightly, and the tight skirt straps really loosened up, resting on her fingers, encircling her waist vaguely, and without the restraints of the belt, her black skirt also looked like It will fall apart at any time.
Coldness and charm were contradictory displayed on her body. She stepped on the snow with bare feet, and her jade feet were the same color as the ice and snow. With her footsteps and the strong wind passing through the canyon, her loose skirt seemed to be blown away at any time. Blow away.
Ning Jiujiu knew that he shouldn't look at her, but the moment she picked up the strap of her skirt with her fingers, the beauty blooming in the holiness, like an alluring black poppy, still briefly caught his eye.
Then his eyes were like a fish that had bitten the hook. His eyes rose and fell with the movements of the other party, sticking to it and unable to break free.
Inadvertently, their battle has begun.
Ning Changjiu was so frightened that he couldn't even close his eyes. Si Ming's skirt was like an undulating wave in his sight. The wave climbed up little by little from a distance and pressed towards him.
"Gah—"
At the critical moment, a bird song suddenly sounded in the sky.
This bird song was like a blade cutting through the sky, and there was a momentary break in Si Ming's soul-catching movements.
This fault was caught by Ning Jiujiu, and he immediately withdrew his sight. When the "wave" hit, Ning Jiujiu had already retreated and drew his sword. The sword's light was shining on the front, and he stabbed at the phantom of Si Ming. .
Siming glanced at the sky.
Lord Xueyu was lying on the rock wall, and the cry just now was from it.
"Looking for death." Si Ming spoke coldly, stretched out his five fingers, and stabbed Xueyu Lord with needle-like spiritual power. With a few ding-ding-ding sounds, sand and debris flew across the stone wall, and Xueyu Lord dodged with a strange scream. A needle was still inserted into the wing and nailed to the wall. At the same time, Ning Changjiu's sword was also in front of him.
Ning Changjiu leaned forward, arched one foot in front and stretched the other behind. He twisted his wrist and stabbed with the sword, and the sword light was released for several feet.
Siming had already withdrawn her hand, her slender fingers blooming like flowers, and she reached for Ning Changjiu's sword. A strange scene happened. Ning Changjiu's sword seemed to be controlled by her fingers and started to retreat continuously.
"This is the law of the Universe!" Jian Jing exclaimed.
He didn't sheath his sword and retreat, but he went back to two breaths ago by rewinding time.
But what he relapsed was only actions, not memories.
Behind him, Shao Xiaoli seemed not to notice the changes at all.
As Ning Changjian's sword retreated, his sword intention also disappeared. Returning to the beginning, one disappeared and the other increased. The killing intent of the palm that was narrowed by Si Ming became more and more powerful. With a crash, Ning Changjian's body He was immediately beaten and flew out.
Only at this moment did Shao Xiaoli finally react.
From her perspective, what just happened was that the boss rushed over and was knocked away with a very fast palm before he could draw his sword.
The time of the bystanders was also turned back, and with it, the memories that were turned back disappeared.
During their battle, only the two sides could stay awake.
"Boss!" Shao Xiaoli exclaimed, quickly drew his sword, and climbed up, holding Ning Jiujiu's retreating figure with his left hand. His right hand holding the sword reached out from his side, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Si Ming.
Siming looked at the little girl and smiled: "Put down your sword now and kneel to me as your teacher. I will spare your life."
How could Shao Xiaoli believe her words? He whispered in Ning Changjiu's ear: "Boss, let's go first."
Ning Jiujiu was not seriously injured, but the other party's miraculous authority and ability made him frightened.
Siming stood there, the hem of her skirt still hanging around her tight thighs, as if it was about to be torn away by the strong wind in the canyon at any time.
A slight smile appeared on her face, and she pointed her finger at the void.
"Be careful!" Ning Changjiu shouted and pushed Shao Xiaoli away.
Buzz!
The air between the two seemed to be penetrated in an instant, the space cracked and then closed, and a white virtual sword seemed to break through the barrier of space, approaching in an instant.
Ning Jiujiu pointed his fingers together and also used a virtual sword.
On the snow cliff, the fluttering snowflakes disappeared into ashes at the moment when the virtual swords intersected.
Ning Jiujiu took half a step back again, clutching his chest as if he was hurt.
Si Ming Yingying came over with a slinky gait.
"Look, I'm going to kill you at the door of his house, but what about that cowering turtle? You still don't dare to come out. If you have seen him, you should have seen that broken machine, right? It's ridiculous to say that that machine He spent hundreds of years building something extremely exquisite, but he has never used it for himself." Siming sneered, "How can a coward who doesn't even dare to count his own fate control his destiny?"
As she spoke, the exploding snow condensed in her palm and turned into a new sword.
The snow sword was held out, like a boat with raging waves, and it hit the direction where Ning Changjiu was.
The big boat almost filled the gap in the canyon.
Ning Changjiu's broken sword was also re-condensed with spiritual power. He jumped up and stepped sideways on the canyon wall. In a few leaps, he was at the top of the canyon. The sword still went straight and hit Shao Xiaoli.
Shao Xiaoli was shocked. At that moment, all the sword skills in her mind were forgotten, but she relied on the muscle memory of three months to execute a sword.
This is the sword she has practiced the most.
A white rainbow emerged from the gorge and collided with the sword boat. The white rainbow was crushed by the sword boat. The sword boat also slowed down. Shao Xiaoli took advantage of this short gap and immediately fell to the ground. The big sword flew from above against her figure. However, the sword energy stung the person's back, and the violent wind seemed to explode and scatter the red dress.
At this moment, Ning Jiujiu jumped up high and struck Siming with a sword.
Si Ming moved gently and recited a true formula.
Her voice was still so moving and pleasant, but the pressure contained in it was like the air waves set off by an explosion. Ning Changjiu's long hair suddenly blew back, and her white clothes also made an uproar.
"Still want to kill me? This young master doesn't know how to show mercy to women." Siming smiled, her body motionless, as if waiting for death, but after Ning Jiujiu approached, their figures suddenly staggered.
Ning Jiujiu had never seen such a fast movement before, as if a period of time had been taken away, and Siming appeared directly behind him.
Siming stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his neck like a cat.
Bah!
Another sword came from behind and pierced the night.
Siming raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't expect that this little girl who was so timid three months ago would now dare to use swords against him one after another.
And her sword is not weak.
It's just that her realm is not worthy of her swordsmanship.
Shao Xiaoli's sword pierced Si Ming's vest, but failed to break through the black robe and stabbed into her back.
Shao Xiaoli had a strange feeling, as if what she stabbed was a solid rock.
Si Ming's black clothes stirred, and silver threads vibrated, sending Ning Changjiu and Shao Xiaoli flying to both sides.
"You shouldn't like this girl, right?" Siming said with a smile, turned back to look at Shao Xiaoli, and said, "How dare you rob someone from me?"
Siming held the virtual sword and stabbed.
This sword was so fast that even if Shao Xiaoli could block it with his sword, he would probably be seriously injured.
Ning Jiujiu had no time to stop him, so he flew directly towards the other end of the snow gorge, heading towards the valley.
This move of encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao forced Si Ming to withdraw his sword and pursue Ning Changjiu.
If he was really allowed to cross the Snow Gorge, it would be really troublesome.
In the narrow snow gorge, the two figures suddenly approached and separated, like an antelope and a snow leopard, each with their own unique skills.
Then, Ning Jiujiu's body fell back uncontrollably again.
Time goes back again.
However, Si Ming was not affected and continued to approach. As he retreated and then advanced, Ning Jiujiu's position that he had finally managed to pull away was approached again.
Even if the time can only be turned back by two breaths, the consequences are often fatal.
Siming took out his skirt, wrapped it in his palm, and swung it towards Ning Jiujiu's neck like a whip. Ning Jiujiu's figure returned to two breaths ago. He was very close to Siming. At that moment, he did not hesitate, Turning around quietly, he flicked his sword towards where Si Ming was. The sword contained the energy of thunder and lightning. It swam across the stone wall and staggered in mid-air, illuminating Siming's eyes. At the same time, he turned back and stabbed with his broken sword. , the divine consciousness descended like a lunar eclipse, and there was darkness, leaving only a pitifully small spot of light.
That's Si Ming's light spot.
When this sword struck, even Si Ming felt a dangerous omen of death. She couldn't understand this sword because it didn't have any killing intent, and the wind was light and the clouds were as pale as the young man's white clothes.
But her instincts told her to pull back.
The sword and the person walked together, and the black cliffs on both sides kept retreating, but the distance between the sword and the person never changed, maintaining a delicate balance.
Behind Siming, Shao Xiaoli, who fell to the ground, wiped the corners of his lips, wiped the blood on the edge of the sword, and dragged the sword to slash again.
In the blink of an eye, the situation of the battle was reversed, and Si Ming was at a disadvantage.
She didn't pay attention to the sword behind her.
Her eyes were fixed on Ning Changjiu's sword. When the sword was approaching, she stretched out her hand, as fast as lightning, and accurately grasped the tip of the sword condensed with spiritual energy.
The killing intent that was originally condensed into a very fine point at the tip of the sword exploded after touching Siming's finger. The wisps of killing intent were like spirals of black energy, disturbing the air between the two of them.
Si Ming Ruyu's finger was finally cut, and there were blood marks on his palm, which was full of blood.
But the momentum of this sword finally ran out.
At the same time, Shao Xiaoli's sword behind him also pierced his vest. Si Ming's clothes were slightly torn, and strands of flexible fabric were picked apart by the sword, and a trace of blood seeped out.
Si Ming has not shed blood for many years.
She pinched the tip of Ning Changjiu's sword and flicked her arm, knocking him and his sword several feet away.
Ning Jiujiu's sure-kill sword failed, and he also suffered a huge backlash. He staggered back, and the sword sutra in his body cursed angrily: "You loser, if I were to stab you with this sword, this bitch would already be dead." !”
Si Ming turned around calmly after shaking Ning Jiujiu away, and she glanced at Shao Xiaoli.
An invisible force pressed on Shao Xiaoli's chest. Her body was pushed by the hurricane, and her red skirt flew backwards.
Siming shook his hand and went back in time. The injury on her hand was intact, leaving no trace.
She looked at her palm, as if she hadn't tasted pain for many years. She actually showed a look of nostalgia. She brought her palm to her lips, stretched out her uvula slightly, landed on the knuckle of her index finger, and then gently swept it upward. Passed by, grazing the back of the finger, the tip of the tongue paused at the fingertip, swirling on the crystal clear nails, but the eyes were pure and beautiful.
Ning held his chest for a long time and stared at her intently, not daring to relax at all.
"You are indeed very good. If it were other young people in the city, you would have killed them thousands of times." Siming smiled and praised: "So why do you and I have to fight each other with swords? You follow me back to the city, and we will go together Complete the sundial, and then I will take you out of the Broken Boundary City to a new world beyond your imagination."
Ning Changjiu said coldly: "Don't lie to me with these clumsy words."
Siming smiled and said: "Do you really have a wife, and you don't dare to look at a beautiful woman when you meet her?"
Ning's hand holding the sword for a long time was eroded by the cold air and became a little stiff.
Siming slowly walked towards him and said: "The water here is poor, the mountains are poor, and the weather is freezing. Why do we have to fight here? There are countless jade couches and brocade quilts in the palace. Why don't we go there and have a fight?" A fight between gods enjoying the ultimate happiness on earth?"
Her words were soft, indifferent and cold, and there were countless images hidden in them. As soon as they came into his ears, Ning Changjiu couldn't help but flash up in his mind the scene where he and the woman in front of him were having an ups and downs. Her figure was so attractive. The rising part of the black skirt is like a warm moon, and the straight part is like a jade peak, towering and trembling. Even a single glance can make people dazzled and temporarily lose their focus.
"Ten breaths, ten breaths! Her time-traveling technique must be performed ten breaths apart each time!" The words of the Spirit of the Sword Sutra cut off the image in his mind.
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently and put away those gorgeous pictures.
And Si Ming was already floating in front of him unconsciously.
Ning Jiujiu retreated slightly, stood up with his sword briefly, stepped onto the wall, and jumped back and forth with his calves, avoiding the three snow-condensed swords stabbed at his back.
Siming narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up.
At this moment, Lord Xueyu also broke free from his restraints. When Ning Changjiu's figure was upwards, Lord Xueyu retracted his wings and dived in a loyal manner, hitting Siming like an arrow.
Shao Xiaoli, who was also seriously injured, once again used the white rainbow piercing the sun style.
Siming sighed slightly, if this was the Star Spirit Palace, how could these three people have the slightest ability to fight back? It's a pity that when I was in the Xingling Palace, I felt that everything was under control. I wasn't as cautious as when I was outside the palace, but I was deceived by Ning Changchun and other clumsy tricks.
Although she is now suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth and cannot enter the Purple Court, she was once the priest in charge of the sundial. As an envoy of the Kingdom of God, she went out to kill some extremely powerful monsters, smashed their bodies, and suppressed them. In the human dynasty, even if her realm has fallen at this moment, her power still remains, so what should she fear
Siming's skirt suddenly flew violently.
When Lord Xueyu swooped down, time suddenly stopped.
The authority of the commander is in effect again.
Lord Xueyu was like a boat riding the wind and waves, and suddenly it was pierced by a huge iceberg.
Siming grabbed its neck and swung it behind him. Shao Xiaoli, who was charging towards him with a sword, bumped into Xue Yujun who was thrown away. She was forced to sheath her sword and was stopped by Xue Yujun. His body was unstable, he leaned back, and fell into the snow together.
And her power of time circulation fell into a blank period again.
Ning Jiujiu seized the opportunity and suddenly jumped down from the sky above Xuexia Gorge.
The white rainbow penetrates the sun, the river flows into the river, and the three moves of ink rain pouring over the basin are issued one after another. Sometimes the sword intention is like an angry dragon rising, sometimes like a mountain torrent pouring, and sometimes like a rain of arrows.
Siming's face was calm. She raised her head and looked at Ning Jiujiu's menacing sword, as if she were seeing a trapped animal fighting to the death.
Soon, she frowned slightly again.
"Sword lock?" Siming lowered his head and found that on the side of her bare jade feet, snow rolled like marbles on the ground, connecting to form a lock, and inadvertently clasped her feet like anklets.
Si Ming's black skirt swayed, and his figure dodged several times, but he couldn't break free immediately.
The sword energy in the sky is approaching.
Si Ming stood frozen on the ground, with his arms raised and his fingers spread out, like a goddess holding the sky with one arm. The spiritual power in her palms was like snow against the sky, and she hit Ning Changjiu, who was carrying the sword intent all over the sky.
Wisps of space shock instantly penetrated the entire canyon.
Snow and hail kept falling from the canyon.
Shao Xiaoli and Xue Yujun were both lifted up by the violent turbulence and were swept directly out of the snow gorge.
Shao Xiaoli hit the ground hard, her red dress was filled with cold snow, and her arms and thighs were cut by the sword energy. Blood flowed down her sleeves and thighs. In the tearing pain, her The clothes were soaked with thick and fishy blood.
And Mr. Blood Feather also fell not far away. Its wings were lying on the ground feebly. A lot of its feathers were cut off by the sword energy along the way. Both sides of its wings looked bare, and its only leg was covered with fine sword blades. Marks and bleeding.
It screamed, thinking that over the years, from Zhao Xiang'er's mother to Zhao Xiang'er, then to Lu Marian, and now to Si Ming, it seems that it has never escaped from women since it came out of the mountain. The sanctions made it feel extremely aggrieved as it once thought about standing on its own and having countless beauties sitting on top of it.
"If I still have a chance to escape alive, I must become a monk and become a good monster who eats food, chants Buddha's name, and does not approach women!" Blood Feather Lord propped himself up with one wing, and pointed the tip of the other wing towards the sky, wailing. Make an oath.
Shao Xiaoli had no time to argue with the red-headed chicken. She was in severe pain all over her body and felt that she was about to bleed to death.
Her eyelids were so frozen by the ice and snow that it was difficult to open them. The snow poured into her body melted and turned into ice water, making her tremble constantly. The cold illness she suffered from back then seemed to have returned, freezing her heart and soul.
"Boss..." She shouted with difficulty, trying to get up from the ground.
The words were swallowed up by the wind.
There was strong wind blowing from her back again, like an invisible hand, pushing her delicate body to roll on the ground a few more times.
The figures of Ning Changjiu and Siming flew out of the snowy gorge one after another.
After Siming's black skirt lost its belt, it finally couldn't hold up under the strong spiritual energy and was torn away.
Lord Xueyu, who had previously threatened to eat fast and chant Buddha's name, quickly cast his gaze away, and then he cursed angrily.
I saw that Siming was wearing a set of snow-white clothes under her black skirt. Her upper skirt was a loose lining that exposed her arms, and her lower skirt was a knee-length white cotton skirt. The hanging figure added a touch of sacredness, and the beauty on her face seemed to disappear with it, turning into a god-like ruthlessness and indifference.
"She speaks more seductively than anyone else, and wears more clothes than anyone else! I'd better become a monk, women are all liars after all..." Lord Xueyu sighed in despair, and turned his gaze to another area.
Ning Jiujiu was seen like a kite with its string cut off. When he flew out of the canyon, he was hit in the palm again and was thrown all the way out, with blood spreading wildly.
"Boss..." Shao Xiaoli didn't know where the strength came from, and he immediately took out the fallen sword from the snow, got up, and ran towards the direction where he fell.
Si Ming is hanging in the air, her white skirt is gleaming, her holy face is as delicate as a jade carving, standing in the night sky like a god at the edge.
But in fact she was also seriously injured.
This was also the reason why she was unwilling to take action against Ning Changjiu outside the city.
"You have indeed made a lot of preparations." Siming said.
Ning Jiujiu seemed to have grasped Si Ming's movements after rewinding time. Before he drew his sword, he would even take into account the movements two breaths ago and the trajectory of Si Ming's moves. Even though he was unable to resist when he turned back time several times, he did not reveal any fatal flaws.
"But you're still not as powerful as I thought." Si Ming's figure fell, and his hand stretched out softly, grabbing his neck.
Ning Jiujiu, who was smashed into the snow, held the broken sword, pulled up his body, and said: "You are not as strong as I thought."
In his eyes, the sword eyes were extinguished, replaced by wisps of electric light, which illuminated his eyes into bright gold.
Siming's fingers moved slowly.
Time stands still.
But the Golden Crow still flew out, as if ignoring the rules she had set.
There was a lot of light between the two of them.
"finally come."
Siming smiled, but her hand pressed forward instead of retreating.
She has long known about the existence of the Golden Crow, and in her knowledge, Ning Jiuchu's value is far less than that of the Golden Crow. She has done so many things, but has never released the real killing move, just to lure the Golden Crow out, and then Capture him alive!
The Golden Crow was obviously aware of the danger, and instantly illuminated the night, trying to swallow up all the darkness within its reach.
Siming's holy brows were suddenly illuminated golden, and the strands of silver hair became more like the Son of God walking out of the sun after being coated with golden light. Each strand radiated light and was clearly distinct.
"There are countless stars, thousands of rolls of yinhua... The flowing light is the coffin, and the destiny is the lock!" Siming spoke slowly, speaking word by word.
An indescribable realm unfolded, suddenly accommodating her and Ning Changjiu.
It's a small world.
That meaning is bigger than the snow cliff, older than the rocks, and carries the vicissitudes of eternity, like an ice and snow sweeping the world, freezing everything in the domain.
Ning Jiujiu felt that his thoughts had cooled down with the temperature.
The Golden Crow erupted with thousands of rays of light, trying to compete with it, but the light had no temperature.
Siming's face was also as pale as paper.
This is the highest authority she can currently invoke.
The Golden Crow was imprisoned in a real time cage. Its crest feathers exploded, its wings flapped, and it let out painful screams. The golden light dimmed little by little.
In Ning Jiujiu's vision, he suddenly had an illusion.
Behind Siming, the snowy gorge seemed to begin to collapse, and then turned into a sea. Then the sea gradually dried up and raised mountains. And his heart seemed to have gone through countless years. There was no wave in the ancient well, and his body seemed to be dying. Aged and turned into ashes.
"Ning Jiujiu! Wake up!" The shout of the Spirit of the Sword Sutra brought him back from his thoughts.
After Ning Jiujiu came to his senses, he found that his fingers actually had slight wrinkles.
"This woman is a real liar!" The spirit of the Sword Scripture said in horror: "This realm is her world, with ten thousand years of time and space laws. You were almost deceived by her... When you feel that you have really seen the vicissitudes of life, When you are going to die of old age here, your body will also believe it, and then it will really start to grow old... "
This is a real scam.
Fortunately, Ning Jiujiu broke away in time, otherwise he would believe the fact that he was old, and then grow old and die quickly!
"Not bad." Siming pinched Jinwu, his frosty eyes fell on him, and said with approval: "You can actually break away from here on your own initiative. It seems that after a thousand years, even if you have been reincarnated countless times, you His mental strength is not weak."
Ning Jiujiu immediately stuck to his heart, ignored the grand picture of the vicissitudes of life in his eyes, and only relied on his feeling to draw his sword towards Siming.
The figures of the two people separated quickly after the struggle and entanglement. As the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, the light of the Golden Crow was like a falling tide, all flowing back into its body, and the sound of struggling became weaker.
Siming smiled and said: "You don't want to be my sun, so I have to confiscate your little bird... Thanks to the young age of the Golden Crow, if it is a big bird, I really don't know how to bite it."
Ning Jiujiu's sword was directly blocked by her with the back of her hand. He stabilized his body, and after a brief pause, he continued to press towards Siming. He said: "What are you pretending to be? Aren't you at the end of your life now? If you have the ability, you can kill him." I!"
"Before I kill you, I still have one question." Siming's face turned slightly cold, and she said, "Today you used your painting to make a lot of nonsense, saying that you want to... Heh, I wonder what the words behind it are?"
Ning Jiujiu couldn't afford to be distracted from competing with her and taunting her. He had to break through Si Ming's territory as soon as possible and let Jinwu escape.
He took a deep breath, and when he struck with the next sword, he reached his hand to his waist, took out the branch from the cloth bag, and smashed it directly.
Siming's face changed slightly.
She had been paying attention to this dead branch for a long time, but she only regarded it as a useful magic weapon, and never realized how powerful it really was.
At this moment, Ning Jiujiu took it out only when life and death were at stake, which also made Siming pay more attention to it.
She reached out and grabbed it, trying to snatch it away.
Bang!
The jade finger collided with the dead branch. Si Ming shrank his finger and let out a painful groan.
Her ice-like pupils were filled with murderous intent.
Her fingers could directly open and crush the sword, but when she encountered this dead branch of unknown material, she was beaten to raw pain.
Although Ning Jiujiu was shocked to the point of numbness, he refused to let go. Instead, he swung out countless afterimages and struck Siming arbitrarily.
Siming didn't dare to resist him head-on, so she stretched out her hand, grabbed it with her backhand, and pulled Shao Xiaoli, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, in front of her.
Ning Jiujiu was forced to stop.
"You have feelings for this little girl, right?" Siming grabbed her neck. She was breathing hard, her delicate cheeks were bloodless, and the blood dyed her already bright red skirt even redder.
Ning Jiujiu said: "With your status, why would you do such a shameless thing?"
Siming said: "If it were me in the past, of course I would disdain it. The goddess only asked about heaven's secrets and not about human affairs, let alone such a yellow-haired girl. But now... Hehe, you must have never experienced the kind of falling into the dust, losing all your cultivation, and losing everything. If you experience it one day, you will feel my pain."
Ning Jiujiu shook his head gently: "Your pain has made you fall, but I am willing to start over again, stroke by stroke. This is the difference between you and me."
A cold smile appeared on Si Ming's beautiful face: "Everyone can tell lies. After you really fall into countless realms, I will see if you still have the spirit you have now."
Ning Jiujiu suddenly laughed lightly.
Not only did he fall into the realm, but when he was about to enter the Three Legendary Realms and ascend, he was pierced by a sword from the master whom he had never met before but whom he admired and respected the most in his heart. The feeling of the collapse of his faith was so despairing.
Then knock everything down and start over.
He could understand Siming's mood, but he looked down upon it.
Siming's words were as cold as frost: "Give up your struggle and give me your golden crow and the branch. I am willing to give you and this little girl a way to live. I can even kill the current king and give you that seat. Although this city is not big, it is better to be the king and hegemon here than to die in the underworld, not to mention that this place is isolated from the rest of the world and there is no theory of reincarnation at all."
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "This is my bargaining chip. I can't give it to you. If you really want to kill her, then I have a way to destroy everything you want."
Siming looked at the young man's calm face and felt that he didn't seem to be lying.
After a brief confrontation, Ning Jiujiu broke the silence in the night with a sudden roar.
"Ye Sui! When exactly do you want to wait?!"
A long sigh came from the snow gorge.
Si Ming's expression was serious, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
"It's night, do you really dare to come out?" Siming's voice penetrated the wind and snow in the canyon, causing the flags and flags in front of the cave to tremble wildly.
Then, a voice came from the valley:
"Shao Xiaoli, survive."
This sentence is like an official seal, stamping the ending of Shao Xiaoli's life.
Ning Chang finally understands that this is fate.
Ye Da changed the fate of the dying Shao Xiaoli.
Then, fate seemed to be moving closer to the ending decided by Shao Xiaoli, and a miracle actually happened.
Shao Xiaoli didn't know where she got the strength to pull off the scabbard from her waist, and then stabbed out.
This is the sword from the second half of the Tianyu Sword Book that she has never successfully used before.
This is the second time Siming has seen this sword today.
Even if this sword is wielded from this little girl's hand, she still needs to avoid its edge.
This is also the chance of survival that fate has found for her in the infinite possibilities!
Siming was forced to let go and Shao Xiaoli fell down. Ning Changjiu immediately put his arms around her waist and pulled her in front of him.
Siming turned back to look at the canyon and said, "Do you dare to come out to see me?"
The sundial she owns is still intact at all nighttime moments, so in the dark night, she is a king-like existence. This is why she dares to make trouble at the door of the night.
But she didn't expect that Ye Zhi would actually use his strongest power for this young man.
That is the cause and effect of fate.
He directly assigns an ending to fate.
No matter how unreasonable the ending is, fate will always find possibilities for it in countless directions!
In the wind and snow, Ye Chu really appeared.
His face was blank, and his body was like a broken doll, with countless silver and white threads attached to it.
Normally, Siming would be overjoyed, because in this state, there was no way he could be her opponent, but at this moment, she was also injured.
The appearance of Ye Chu disturbed her mind.
Ning Changjiu's gaze suddenly became distracted.
Possessed by the Sword Sutra, he once again used the Sword of Heaven.
Death seemed like a decree from heaven, stabbing Siming's chest.
This moment should have been able to seriously injure her, but unfortunately Minglan now only had a broken sword.
But even this is enough.
Siming hurriedly crushed the sword blade he constructed with spiritual power with her fingers, then pinched the end of the broken sword and broke it into pieces completely, but her flawless fingers were also covered in blood.
She didn't dare to turn back time to recover from her injuries, because Ye Da was watching behind her. Every time she used her power, it took time. This gap could be fatal in a master showdown.
However, Ning Jiujiu failed to complete his two swords today and had completely lost his strength. He kept retreating backwards.
"Shao Xiaoli, Ning Changjiu finally left this place."
Ye Da spoke like a machine, and with every word he spoke, his face, which had no facial features, became a little more transparent.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Xueyu fell to the ground as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
It flapped its wings, suddenly jumped up, and flew behind Ning Jiujiu. Ning Jiujiu fell backwards, hugged Shao Xiaoli and sat on the back of Mr. Blood Feather. Mr. Blood Feather flapped his wings and flew towards him with a strange cry. Endless night sky.
The night sky looked like a monster's gaping mouth.
Ning Jiujiu looked at Si Ming, who was flying away in his sight. The clear white shadow became increasingly blurry in his vision.
He suddenly spoke, his calm and weak voice sounded like a curse and an oath:
"The second half of that sentence is that I want to make you feel humiliation, pain and despair day and night, and make you fall into the dust, become a slave, and be miserable!"
…
…
(Thanks to book friend Zhu Xiaosan zxs for tipping another helmsman! Thank you book friend for your encouragement!!)
(All chapters this week have a word count of 8k+, and this chapter is close to 9K! Thank you book lovers for your long-term subscriptions and rewards, okay?)