It all happened suddenly.
When the bone sword pierced Ming Lang's body, Ming Lang was looking at the body of the feathered snake, confirming that it had no life at all, and thinking about the follow-up treatment, his heart strings relaxed.
It was this slight relaxation that prevented him from reacting to the sword behind his back.
Even if he had expected that fellow disciples might fight for treasures, if he was really seriously injured, he would be tested by the kit and be directly disqualified. So he didn't think too much about it.
The colic feels like a knife twisting flesh and blood, tearing the chest apart. This sword accurately penetrated the part of the air sea. The air sea was damaged and the spiritual power collapsed. This was a short-term irreversible wound. Amidst the screams in the corridor, the surging spiritual power set off a strong wind and blew in all directions. .
"Junior brother, what are you doing?!" someone shouted.
Ning Xiaoling shouted loudly: "He is not Qu Wu! Leave quickly."
Ming Lang didn't hesitate, and held the spirit up. It was a golden-armored general. He rarely exposed his spirit before, but now he could no longer hide it. When the golden-armored general's appearance emerged from his body, a pure black carp appeared. He also jumped out. The carp seemed to be painted with ink, and the space trembled when his body shook.
This is the innate spirit of Minglang.
At the critical moment of life and death, the general's spirit, which was leaning down like an acquired spirit, jumped out together with the innate spirit, the black carp, and crashed into Qu Wu.
The Quwu realm was still unable to reach a crushing height, so he temporarily avoided its sharp edge, retracted his bone sword and attacked the corridor with an explosive attack. Pieces of white scales condensed in the air in front of him, forming shields. , absorbing all Minglang's counterattacks.
Ming Lang clutched his chest. He had no time to tend to the injury, so he had to use strong methods to temporarily block the leakage of the sea of qi. He turned around quickly, and when he turned around, he drew his sword at the same time. The sword qi spat out, expanded instantly, and was filled with energy in the blink of an eye. Most of the inner hall.
Qu Wu refused to give in. He cut through the oncoming air currents, and then charged forward with his sword. The sword energy turned into a giant white snake, and it opened its bloody mouth and rushed toward the corridor.
Between the two of them, the void collapsed. The white and black lights collided and entangled, and in the strong wind, the other disciples quickly retreated, forming a magic circle to protect their own safety.
But a little girl was frightened by what happened at this moment. She stared at the white snake and stood there, trembling and unable to move forward.
Ning Xiaoling, who was quite chivalrous, rushed over, grabbed the girl's waist before the air flow arrived, and pulled her behind. In an instant, a sword field was formed to block the two of them.
After the shock wave of the sword energy passed, the little girl reacted. She hugged Ning Xiaoling's arm and said hesitantly: "Thank you... thank you."
Ning Xiaoling glanced behind her, bit her lips lightly, and said, "Thank you for your kindness... In this way, help me look at these things. Although they are not spiritual treasures, they are still very important things. Don't lose them!" Did you hear that!"
The little girl thought to herself that although she was not brave, she was not stupid either. How could this bag be so bulging, how could it be a spiritual treasure
"Okay!" The little girl agreed.
Ning Xiaoling took off the hair tie, tied the big bag tightly, and handed it to the girl.
The girl took the bag and screamed, "Why is it so heavy?"
"Anyway, keep an eye on it. Don't open it or give it to others, otherwise I will beat you." Ning Xiaoling said seriously.
The girl pulled the big bag, wondering if there were any precious minerals in this spiritual valley? Others are here to hunt for treasures, but you are here to mine... This little senior sister is really a new and wild way.
She nodded.
Ning Xiaoling turned around.
Behind him, the aftermath of the collision was over.
Minglang was defeated and was hit by the bullet against the wall. The general and the black fish were shattered together. As his figure slowly slipped down, he fell into the remains of the feathered snake. Fortunately, the feathered serpent was truly dead, otherwise he would have been buried in the snake's belly immediately.
Qu Wu stood on the stone steps. He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and smiled.
The Ming Corridor is in the Purple Courtyard, and he has just stepped back into the Purple Courtyard.
"Who...are you?" Ming Lang's bloody hand held the snake scales, and he stood up with difficulty. The sea of qi felt like a hand pressing down on the Tianling Cap.
"It's a white snake."
Ning Xiaoling's voice sounded.
She had pulled out the broken blade in her hand, and the blade was pointing directly in the direction where Qu Wu was standing.
White snake
The other disciples who were hiding against the wall and were considering advancing or retreating were horrified.
Qu Wu looked at Ning Xiaoling. He was not in a hurry to attack. He put away his sword and asked with a smile: "I'm curious, how did you figure it out?"
Ning Xiaoling stared at him, looking for flaws in his movements, and explained in a hurry: "When I was passing by the White Snake Valley, I happened to hear a brief sound of fighting, but when I found the place where the fighting took place, there There was only a pool of blood, and I searched for it, but I only found a small fragment of the blade, and nothing else."
"I guessed at the time that a disciple was attacked there and was defeated in one blow. Then he opened his kit and escaped from the Spiritual Valley... But I just discovered that your broken sword and the one I picked up happened to fit together. Together."
"With the cultivation you have shown, it is impossible for you to walk out of the White Snake Divine Valley without any trace... You are the demon spirit of the White Snake. You took Qu Wu's broken sword and disguised yourself as him, but the kit cannot be disguised. Of course. , the first thing that made me suspicious was that when you killed the feathered snake earlier, you kept vomiting blood. It was obvious that your injury was not that serious when you left the hall, but you were clearly recuperating later, and the injury became more serious."
Ning Xiaoling said calmly.
Everyone listened and looked at each other in confusion. They immediately thought that the feathered serpent's brain was devoured by brain-eating insects. Its attack was illogical and it ran rampant like a headless fly.
It turns out that this feathered snake abandoned his body and disguised himself as a young man!
The real devil turned out to be so close to them... Everyone's spines trembled.
Qu Wu looked at her, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "You are very smart. By saying so much, do you want to buy Ming Lang time for him to recover? Oh, don't be wishful thinking, he is not injured. It won't be possible to recover in ten days and a half month... Ah, no, you can recover tonight, because the body will not be injured."
The blade in Ning Xiaoling's hand lit up with red light. She stared at Qu Wu and said coldly: "I still don't understand. I was just suspicious of you before. Even if I say it, you can explain why you want to suddenly start a fight to the death. ?Although you are in the Purple Court realm, it is not difficult for the elders of the Ancient Spirit Sect to kill you."
Qu Wu said: "Originally, I wanted to keep pretending and find ways to escape after leaving Linggu, but..."
He stared at Ning Xiaoling with a gloomy expression: "But you showed up."
"Me?" Ning Xiaoling was puzzled.
Qu Wu looked at the broken blade in her hand, sighed, and said: "Sometimes I'm really not sure which god is behind me and brings all the vitality in front of me on the same day... "
Ning Xiaoling clenched the broken blade in her hand.
The scarlet light on the slender broken blade was like a lit lantern in the underworld.
Qu Wu looked at the light of the broken blade, like a homesick person looking at the moon: "Do you know what you are holding in your hand?"
Ning Xiaoling shook her head gently, she knew that this knife had a good origin.
Qu Wu laughed. His smile no longer looked like a human smile, but more like the cry of a snake trembling its tail in the dark night.
"This is one of Lord Ming's swords... Shen Tu, although it is incomplete, I still thank you very much for pulling it out for me. After having it... Hehe, no one can find it except that woman. I."
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Qu Wu's sharp laughter made the hall tremble. He looked at the body of the feathered snake lying on the ground with a look of sorrow.
That was my past self.
As long as he seizes this broken blade, he can rewrite his own, brand-new legend.
This sharp laughter made the other four disciples' livers and gallbladders burst. One male disciple couldn't bear the oppressive feeling anymore and ran away from the main hall.
Some people even gave up on the Spiritual Valley Competition and opened their bag of tips to escape.
Qu Wujun did not stop him.
Because he knows that the Naihe Bridge is now a dead end, the palace is also hidden in the sea-like ghost fog, and the connection between the kit and the outside has been completely cut off.
This is a forbidden place, no one can escape.
Ning Xiaoling felt like she was back in Linhe City.
But when he was near the river city, he was standing in front of his senior brother and sister Xiang'er. How could he feel safe? To his right was Minglang, who was seriously injured and unable to fight any more. Behind him was a girl shivering like a hamster hiding behind a big bag. , the other three disciples were also so scared that their hearts and souls were trembling and they were running around without any fighting spirit.
Unknowingly, when the crisis comes, I am already the one standing at the front.
"I don't know what Shentu is, but it has a hand, so I won't give it to you." Ning Xiaoling said calmly. In her body, the sea of qi rotated, the spiritual power spurted out, the sword intention and the air flow of the netherworld It spreads all over the body and is spectacular.
Qu Wu looked at her appearance without any panic.
He knew that this girl's longevity was quite extraordinary, but her Purple Garden realm was also extraordinary.
The hall suddenly became empty.
The light came on.
On the way here, the mist of the netherworld surged up like water and surrounded them.
Ning Xiaoling smelled a hint of murderous intent.
She no longer hesitated and stepped back. Her petite body collapsed into a bow. She held the blade in both hands and slowly twisted her arm to the side of her right cheek. The light of the blade also illuminated her eyes. Dark red.
Qu Wu held the bone sword and floated lightly.
The girl hiding behind the bag only felt the light in front of her eyes flicker.
Ning Xiaoling's tight body like a cheetah suddenly started to move, and the red light and white clothes dragged into a continuous afterimage. The blade held on the right side of the body rotated and passed forward. The tip of the blade broke through the wind, and the white slender airflow spread like a spiral. .
Her body was like a thrown spear!
A strange color flashed through Qu Wu, and he was instantly calm.
Although Shen Tu is a peerless blade, it is a pity that this little girl has not yet mastered how to use it.
When Ning Xiaoling rushed towards him with the broken blade of Shentu in his hand, Qu Wu's figure suddenly moved, and the bone sword in his hand also made continuous shadows. Qu Wu swung his sword and struck Ning Xiaoling on the head.
The bone sword came with such ferocious force that Ning Xiaoling was forced to change her stance midway. She held the sword in her right hand and spread it outwards, colliding with the bone sword that was coming.
There was a crisp impact, and the fire flickered out.
Ning Xiaoling knocked open the bone sword. Although the tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, she still used all her strength to hold the sword and slash Qu Wudang's head.
Shen Tu's slender blade cut a blood-red arc in the air.
Qu Wu held the bone sword in the air to block it. At the same time, a sharp blade slipped out of his left sleeve and stabbed Ning Xiaoling's abdomen silently.
Ning Xiaoling was keenly aware of the danger.
With a flick of her wrist, she shook off the sword stuck to her blade. At the same time, she retreated slightly to avoid the sharp edge of the bone sword.
"You seem to have a familiar aura on your body." Qu Wu looked at the place where the sword fire disappeared and narrowed his eyes.
Ning Xiaoling dodged the blow, pointed her toes to the ground, vibrated her clothes and released her strength. She was fully focused, always searching for the other party's flaws, and had no intention of talking at all.
As Qu Wu spoke, he waved his arm with the bone sword in his hand. The bone sword was like a revolving cross dart, drawing a clever and sharp arc in the air and hitting Ning Xiaoling.
Ning Xiaoling held Shen Tu in front of her body, blocking the flying blow.
The bone sword was bounced away again.
She took a small step back.
Without enough time to adjust his breath, Qu Wu controlled the flying bone sword with one hand, and with the other hand, he made a flowing chopping movement as his figure flashed.
In an instant, the two figures collided again.
Ning Xiaoling opened her sword eyes and held the blade to block from left to right. The moves she used were all the moves she learned during her time in the Yujian Tianzong.
Although she practiced the ancient spiritual arts and sword moves assiduously, in the real moment of life and death, she could only trust the sword moves taught by her master and senior brother.
Swords and knives collided rapidly, and sparks bloomed in clusters amidst the impact.
Ning Xiaoling held her breath, mobilized almost all her energy and energy, and intercepted the attack of Quwu Sword with her sword eyes and perception. The blades collided with each other, screaming wildly. Ning Xiaoling retreated continuously in the chaotic firelight. , her shadow on the wall looked a little staggering.
Qu Wu showed a greedy smile as he chased. He shouted crazily: "It's this kind of aura... It's this kind of aura! You actually have the power scattered by Hades... It's so pure. No wonder you can get this." Broken knife…”
Qu Wu's voice was harsh and sharp. Ning Xiaoling was too tired to resist and couldn't even hear clearly. Only a few sharp syllables were cut like knives, which made her eardrums hurt.
There was a huge gap between the two of them. Even if Ning Xiaoling tried all means, she could only suppress her temporarily. Qu Wu responded calmly. As long as she showed a slight weakness, violent blows would follow one after another.
The sound of steel clashing kept ringing, and Ning Xiaoling's guarded sword wind was finally cut open. Qu Wu cut in with his sword, and the back of the sword hit Ning Xiaoling's shoulder, knocking her figure away. .
Ning Xiaoling's right shoulder was in severe pain and she could hardly hold the blade.
"It's a pity, it's a pity." Qu Wu looked at her and handed the sword over with a smile: "You are blessed with unimaginable great luck. It's a pity that you can't keep this luck and can only keep it as my wedding dress! "
Ning Xiaoling's sword moves were exhausted in the continuous confrontation. If she used them again, she would be easily broken. But in this life-and-death situation, her heartstrings were tense and she could not recall anything else in her mind.
Qu Wu's body floated up, like a feathered snake flying dexterously in the air.
During the hundreds of years it was suppressed in the White Snake Valley, it took tremendous perseverance and endured endless pain before it finally separated its consciousness from its body and turned into an independent demon spirit.
Although this body is far less powerful than the scaly body of the feathered serpent, it is flexible enough to travel through the underworld with ease.
Qu Wu pressed forward step by step, exhausting her strength bit by bit, just like what these human disciples did to their own bodies... wasting away their strength, peeling off the scales and cutting the flesh, and brutally killing her.
Of course, he doesn't have much time at the moment. After all, there are a few monsters in the Ancient Spirit Sect. If they discover the movement here, all his efforts will be in vain. He will quickly kill Ning Xiaoling and absorb the fragments of authority. Seize the Blade of Shentu, escape into the underworld, and follow it to escape.
The girl behind the bag opened her bag and found that she could not leave at all. Desperation surged in her heart.
She listened to the sharp collision of the blade, covered her ears tightly, and quietly peeked out her eyes to look at Ning Xiaoling.
This young senior sister is really powerful. Even though her realm is very different, she still relies on various weird sword moves and body skills to deal with him.
But everyone could see that it was only a matter of time before Ning Xiaoling was killed.
They also knew that if this junior sister was killed, it would be their turn next, but surrounded by the mist of the netherworld, they could not muster the courage to resist.
Ding!
Ning Xiaoling's body was once again blown away by the violent sword wind.
She staggered to the ground, blood seeping from behind her white dress.
Her wrists were numb from the shock.
Qu Wu smiled indifferently, and the bone sword broke through the wind and fell.
Zhizhi!
The white light flashed past and crashed in front of Qu Wu.
"Xiantian Ling?" Qu Wu's expression was slightly strange. He reacted and swung his sword across the trajectory of the Xiantian Ling's sneak attack.
The snow fox jumped in the air to dodge, stepped on the sword blade, used its strength to kick, and stretched out its claws to scratch his eyes.
Qu Wu's expression changed.
This is not a change in expression, but a change from a human face to a snake face.
Iron-hard scales instantly covered his cheeks.
The sharp claws of the snow fox failed to break through the armor, and then Qu Wu grabbed it, crushed it, turned into bits and pieces of spiritual power, and flew back to Ning Xiaoling's purple courtyard.
Ning Xiaoling also felt that her innate spirit was pitiful.
Since he was raised, he has not encountered any normal opponent that he can beat.
Although this innate spirit bought her some time, it also caused her to suffer backlash, which did not help the overall situation.
Qu Wu whirled his double blades and rushed at him.
Ning Xiaoling was knocked back and had many wounds on her body.
When Qu Wu was about to launch another fatal blow, a sword like a gray line stabbed toward the temple from the direction of the feathered snake's body.
Ming Lang pressed his eyebrows, stood up with difficulty, and handed out the sword.
Qu Wu used his scaly hand to catch the sword, and his figure paused slightly. Ning Xiaoling stepped back slightly, narrowly dodging the blow.
"Not dead yet?" Qu Wu crushed the flying sword, stared at the corridor, and spoke coldly.
Ning Xiaoling ran towards the direction of the bag.
"You... what are you doing! Don't lure him here!" The girl was shocked and lost her mind. She thought that this little senior sister's posture would definitely kill her.
Ning Xiaoling stood beside her.
"Get out of the way," she said.
The girl got what she wanted, so she obediently gave up her body.
Qu Wu looked at her and frowned slightly.
Ning Xiaoling took a deep breath, suppressed her injuries, and said, "You forced me."
Qu Wu asked curiously: "Do you have any other tricks?"
Ning Xiaoling removed the thread that tied the bag.
Not to mention Qu Wu, even the dying Ming Lang was shocked.
The bag was opened, and it was filled with various spiritual treasures.
The little girl next to me was dumbfounded.
I saw Ning Xiaoling grabbing the precious spiritual treasure and swung it up without caring about anything else.
This was a common asset between her and her senior brother, and she was heartbroken when she threw it away.
The grief and anger in his heart also turned into the strength of his hands, and the Lingbao fell down as fast as a meteor.
Many of these spiritual treasures are inherently offensive, and they show off their power, with sword energy, formations, sword locks, explosions and roars, turbulent currents, and colorful lights...
Like angry birds, they attacked Qu Wu one after another.
"You... you are..." A senior brother looked at the spiritual treasures flying in the sky and recognized her identity: "Are you Ning Xiaoling?!"
Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "Why are you still standing there! Come together, or we will all die..."
Ning Xiaoling's current reputation is second only to Minglang.
Now that the boss in their hearts has fallen, the second child is still alive and kicking... This news gives them inexplicable courage.
The disciples thought that if they raised their heads or shrank their heads, it would be a sword strike, so they mustered up the courage and rushed forward with their swords in hand.
The girl next to Ning Xiaoling ran secretly towards the bright corridor.
She is not stupid and knows that only by curing Ming Lang's injuries can she win.
Ming Lang shook his head weakly.
His condition is getting worse and worse, and he will fall into a coma completely within a few sword strikes.
The high-spiritedness and lofty ideals that he had cultivated for more than ten years were about to come to nothing, and he felt deeply powerless and desperate.
On the other side, Ning Xiaoling's bulging bag is becoming more and more deflated, and the spiritual treasures she has worked so hard to collect all day are about to be used up...
In addition to carrying the Life-Seeing Eye on her body to predict misfortunes and fortunes, she also displayed the aura of treating all spiritual treasures equally regardless of their level.
The last Youming Lock was smashed out.
The ghost lock expanded into a huge shadow in the air. The shadow had four wings on its back like a devil, and it clamped down on Qu Wu with its sharp claws.
Qu Wu's swords slashed horizontally and vertically, directly cutting off the life lock.
The girl taking care of Minglang was frightened and frightened. She mustered up the courage, grabbed the soul-calling flag, shouted and rushed towards Qu Wu.
The girl waved the flag.
A dark wind stirred in the hall.
All the Yin spirits that died here reawakened and gathered towards the center of the hall.
"No!" Ning Xiaoling shouted, wanting to interrupt.
But her screams were drowned out by ghostly cries.
Quwu laughed.
His face turned into the appearance of a white snake.
Shekou stretched to its maximum, absorbing everything.
Instead of being able to cause harm to him, those ghosts became his nourishment.
Qu Wu's only injuries also began to recover.
He becomes more powerful, who can kill him