The hand that was squeezing Lu Marian's neck also relaxed. She knelt on her knees, covering her throat, and sucked in the air. Her sight reflected the headless corpse, and she couldn't tell whether it was reality or an illusion.
The body's head was severed, and the old fox's soul was also affected. He had no choice but to break out of the shell again. When he left, a sharp claw burned with fireworks stretched out and grasped the fallen broken knife.
The figure holding the sword also came in an instant, and the swords collided again.
The sound of ding-ding-ding is as fast as a woman playing the pipa with her fingers spread out.
Punching points, smashing, blocking and slashing, each strike is a simple to the extreme movement, without any fancy, just like the beheading knife, clean and neat, as fast as lightning.
Lu Marry turned her head with difficulty, looking at the figure that was striking back like lightning, and was stunned for a moment.
She had never seen such a fast sword. The fluctuations in the spiritual power of each sword were extremely weak. He hid the spiritual power to the extreme without wasting a trace. What he got in exchange was the purest speed of the sword wielder!
That's not just a random chopping speed. Every thrust, every chop, every movement of the sword follows the simplest and fastest route, without any flaws.
Because it is too simple, it looks beautiful.
"Let's go!"
The man suddenly shouted, his voice was somewhat familiar.
Lu Marian didn't have time to tell. She had the impression that she didn't know such a master.
But she knew that staying here in her current state would only be a drag.
Without hesitation, she tried her best to get up, dragging her seriously injured body, and ran towards the palace.
Before leaving, she glanced at the back again.
In the wind and rain, the green clothes are filled with cold wind, bulging high, and the sound of the sword is like ten thousand bells ringing in unison.
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The sound of swords clashing is the most beautiful music in the world.
Because that piece of music is built on the strings of life and death, every impact is the ultimate horror and beauty between life and death.
At this moment, the old fox didn't like this sound very much, and he wanted to wave a knife to make this irritating sound stop suddenly.
But he couldn't do it.
His sword was forcibly suppressed by the opponent's sword.
Whether it is mobilizing spiritual power or performing spells, it takes a certain amount of time. That time is extremely short, but the opponent uses an airtight sword to suppress the mobilization of his spiritual power.
He could feel that the other party's realm was far inferior to his own.
But he was forced to fight with him.
And their swords are too fast, without any thinking, so all the cuts are instinctive bursts of lightning and flint in the body.
After hurriedly accepting the move, the old fox forcibly stopped his retreating figure.
The two stood opposite each other, with lights and shadows lingering in front of them. Their movements were extremely small, without the slightest opening or closing, because even a little extra movement would be taken advantage of by the other party.
The air between them was also broken by the sword, exploding into a string of bright sword fires, which were handfuls of fireworks that were suddenly born and annihilated in an instant. In the shadow of the two people's swords and swords, they bloomed in bloom and disappeared in an instant.
The old fox knew very well that what the two of them were talking about at this moment was all about one breath. Whoever uses up this breath first will lose.
He is confident that his level is higher, so this mouthful will naturally be longer.
But the man was still chopping desperately, flapping the sword like a dragonfly's wings waving with all its strength.
That's pure speed.
But just when the opponent's tone finally reached the end of his strength.
The broken knife was also overwhelmed and shattered again.
This knife has been broken in part before, and if it is broken now, it will be difficult to use for slashing. This is pure suppression of the material.
The sword finally broke through the wind and went in. At that moment, the sword body suddenly turned red, as if all the spiritual power accumulated before was waiting for this moment.
The groove along the central axis of the sword turned as red as blood.
That was not real blood, but the sword fire.
The long sword trembled at the same time, like a broken string, like a torn silk, like a cuckoo crying blood.
That's the wrath of the sword.
The old fox's heart trembled. He didn't understand why the person in front of him could cause the sword spirit to vibrate just as he held the sword. He had no time to think too much, no longer hiding his secrets, and made a secret between his fingers. At the same time, a brighter demonic fire enveloped him. There was a strong storm in his body and bones, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.
When it appeared, the body with the demonic fire still not extinguished was already several feet away.
But he still didn't dodge the sword.
On the body made of fireworks, a sword mark that was neither long nor short was extremely clear and had not been closed for a long time.
In fact, if he was willing to retreat, he could have used his body skills to escape and then prepare for a counterattack.
He simply didn't believe in evil. He didn't believe that the other party showed such a level of skill that his sword could really be faster than his own.
The clash of swords still rang in his ears. The old fox gradually calmed down, and then he discovered something that made him even more annoyed - the young man in front of him was Zhao Ren.
"Who are you?" Old Fox asked coldly.
The young man seemed exhausted and his face was a little pale. When he heard the old fox's question, he frowned subconsciously and asked, "You don't know?"
The old fox also felt confused: "How can I know you?"
The young man suddenly laughed.
The old fox didn't know why he was so happy and said, "You let that woman run away. Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
The young man in green clothes said: "Your other soul is outside the palace, and you seem to be worried about something. You need to keep looking at Zhao Xiang'er all the time."
The old fox was horrified. The soul outside the palace was indeed staring at Zhao Xiang'er. Of course, he could not penetrate the palace formation and see directly, but he could sense the spiritual power emanating from the Suzaku Burning Fire Pestle. With that, he could Confirm Zhao Xiang'er's location in the palace.
He was taking precautions against something unexpected.
But why does this young man know? Just a guess, or...
The old fox's expression remained unchanged and he said, "So what?"
The young man in green said: "If I am not wrong, Zhao Xiang'er is also waiting for you to kill someone. As long as you kill a Zhao person, she will take advantage of the backlash and take action immediately. I am just an insignificant person, and it is not worth killing me." "
"It's nothing... ha." The old fox became more and more curious: "What else do you know?"
The young man in green said: "Aren't these enough?"
The murderous intent in the old fox's eyes could not be concealed, "Who are you?"
The young man calculated that the time was almost up. He threw the sword to the ground and made a surrender gesture: "Excuse me, please introduce yourself. My name is Ning Changjiu."
The young man in green is none other than Ning Changjiu.
"Ning Jiujiu? Are you Ning Jiujiu?" The old fox's soul trembled, and his face showed a strange color.
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Does the Immortal know me?"
The old fox didn't answer, but sharp claws stretched out from the flames, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger: "I won't kill you now, but I didn't say I would let you go."
Ning Jiujiu said innocently: "I have thrown away my sword. Isn't it unkind of you to attack a junior? How about you let me pick up the sword?"
After saying that, he actually bent down to pick up the sword.
Before he touched the hilt of the sword, the old fox's claw had already struck, and he had already made up his mind to cut off the young man's right hand holding the sword, even if he suffered the backlash.
The bodies are staggered.
With a stabbing sound, three deep finger marks were left on the bluestone tiles on the ground.
The sword was already on the ground, and Ning Changjiu's figure disappeared out of thin air.
There was a new cyan talisman soaked in the water on the ground.
The new talisman covering the sword used the sword energy of the fairy sword on the ground to forcibly amplify the talisman that was not strong enough, allowing him to escape instantly.
The old fox pinched the talisman and looked surprised: "Taoist body-changing talisman? Who... is he?"
Outside the courtyard, Ning Jiujiu stepped over the ruined gate, patted his chest, and smiled with lingering fear: "Master Ning Qinshui, your financial resources during your lifetime of cultivation are too thin. Disciple, I beat half of it. If this happens again, I will come to see you."
While talking, he returned to the room and called Ning Xiaoling's name several times.
no respond.
Ning sighed for a long time and said to himself: "Didn't I say not to run around..."
He took off the already wet blue robe and put on a snow-white robe with the right hem. The hem of the robe was embroidered with plum blossoms' pale piping, which made the young man's brows look even colder.
The bell outside chimed the time again.
At You hour, the sun sets and night is approaching.
"It's really troublesome." Ning complained for a long time.
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Lu Yuanjian finally reached the city wall. She sensed the blue and white sedan chair. With her thoughts driven, the sedan flew out of the temple on the side of the main hall and crossed the city wall to pick her up.
The figure of the old fox appeared behind her. She noticed it and looked back.
Before she could panic, she heard the bell ringing.
The old fox sighed: "It's really troublesome."
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Then he let go of the woman who was so close, and his soul rushed towards the palace gate to meet the other two.
Only then did Lu Marian realize that it was Zhao Xianger who had taken action, so the spirit did not dare to take risks and was forced to return to his position.
This time it came and went so quickly, she didn't even have time to feel the joy of surviving the disaster. She just wanted to get into the blue and white sedan to recuperate her body and soul.
"I don't know what happened to the benefactor swordsman..." Lu Marion leaned against the city wall and closed her eyes. She recalled the sharp sword light and felt mixed emotions in her heart.
That old fox obviously has no time to kill me, why did he come to see me? Could it be that you want to tell me that the benefactor has...
This thought flashed past, and Lu Marian's heart ached, and she even had the idea of running back to the long street.
She shook her head, thinking that since the swordsman she had never met could use such a fast sword, his level should not be inferior to hers. If the old fox was just a ray of soul, he would definitely not be able to kill him. What's more, at this moment, she could What did you do...
Even though I was thinking this, I was still worried.
Snap.
Suddenly something fell out.
Lu Marry leaned over and found a folded piece of paper. She picked it up and suddenly remembered that this was the prescription given to her by the young man named Ning Jiujiu.
Thinking of this young man, she couldn't help but think of something, and her mood became more complicated.
"This young man is also weird." Lu Marian opened the note and said to herself: "Don't he know that for practitioners, ordinary herbs are almost useless?"
The blue and white sedan chair had already flown over the city, and the formation seemed to acquiesce without any obstruction.
Lu Marry's eyes followed the prescriptions, and she saw that they were indeed ordinary herbs, with nothing special about them.
Suddenly, her gaze paused.
There is a row of words in the middle that looks very eye-catching. The words... seem to be upside down
She turned the paper over and read it softly with her back to the light. Then, her pupils shrank suddenly and her back straightened for a moment. On the paper was...
"Xiao-Xin-Ning-Xiao-Ling!"
She couldn't tell whether it was a prank or something else, but the moment she read it, her hairs stood up, and an inexplicable fear emerged in her heart. At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind her, which made her hair stand on end for a moment.
"Sister Lu, it turns out you are here. I don't know where my senior brother has gone. I walked around the city for a while and couldn't find him. I never thought I would meet Sister Lu... Hey, great, this is what Sister Lu said. A blue and white sedan? It’s so beautiful.”
Lu Marian felt her body getting stiffer and stiffer. She turned around and met Ning Xiaoling's innocent smile.
(Thanks to Xia Ziyue, Ning Changjiu, and Jianghu Shangge for the rewards! Bow to the big guys~ today’s extra update is presented!)