"Thank you very much, little girl." Qu Wu looked at the girl waving the soul-calling flag and expressed his thanks with a smile.
The girl's face was ashen, her hand holding the pole was unstable, the flag fell to the ground, and tears flowed down.
Qu Wu was half hanging in the air, and black wings sprouted from his back.
The invisible wind supported his body steadily, and the two swords in his hands danced at a faster speed. They bounced off the combined attacks of the other disciples and struck them with even greater strength. He counterattacked with his sword intent, and the three attacking disciples were knocked away by Qu Wu's sword. They fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and were injured in varying degrees.
Ning Xiaoling took a deep breath.
Looking around, the ground is full of spiritual treasures, like broken copper and iron.
There was only the thick wall of the temple behind her, and there was no way out.
Qu Wu didn't look at the disciple who was rolling on the ground in pain. He held a bone sword in the air with both hands, floated over the broken treasures on the ground, and walked towards Ning Xiaoling.
"Ning... Xiaoling? Is that the name?" Qu Wu smiled, spitting out the letter in his mouth, waving his fingers casually, two swords dancing around him, the young man whose face had turned into a white snake asked with a smile: "And Surprise?"
As Ning Xiaoling listened to his words, her tense heart suddenly relaxed a lot.
She thought, if the senior brother faced such a situation, what would he do
She couldn't think of an answer, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
If it was unfortunate that her soul returned to Jiuquan, maybe by the Naihe Bridge, the familiar white clothes would be waiting for her. When they met, she might still have a chance to say goodbye to her senior brother, long time no see.
"No more surprises."
There are no surprises, just trust in the knife in your hand.
After she finished speaking, she pursed her lips. She held a slender knife in both hands, and the knife with a black handle and a red edge was facing her center.
The girl looked focused.
But life is not a matter of words. Willpower can make people stronger, but it cannot bridge the gap.
When Qu Wu saw Ning Xiaoling rushing toward him with a knife in both hands, he knew that her defeat was certain.
Ning Xiaoling sprinted quickly and jumped into the air. She was like a bird taking off from the edge of a cliff. Shen Tu was instantly raised above her head and slashed down towards Qu Wu.
The arc of the sword's light was like a blurred moon shadow.
The netherworld mist that gathered around him was instantly split apart.
This blood-red sword light was dozens of feet long, spreading from one end of the hall to the other.
This is a sword that almost surpasses the peak of longevity.
Qu Wu's figure was locked by Shen Tu's sword light, but he was not afraid and even faced the sword head on.
Although Shen Tu's sword blade is hard, his bone sword is also made of the wing bones of the feathered snake. All the existing feathered serpents are descendants of Lord Hades. The blade made of Lord Hades' scales is not much inferior to this magical sword in terms of hardness alone.
What's more, Ning Xiaoling only has a long life.
Qu Wu's two swords merged into one. He held the sword and slashed upward in a way that was like interrupting the flow of swords in a martial arts school.
That was the decapitation technique used in the underworld in the past. It only had a simple knife, but in hell, it was unknown how many betrayers' heads were beheaded.
He is also a traitor...
The combined sword slashed upward into the sky, and with a loud cracking sound, the blood-red sword intent was cut into two pieces in the air!
As soon as Ning Xiaoling dragged the broken blood shadow to the ground, Qu Wu's sword came at him again.
Qu Wu initially thought that she was just a little girl with an empty realm and no actual combat experience, but even if he suppressed an entire realm, he could not completely defeat her in a short period of time. This kind of resilience is admirable, but in a life and death battle It is not meaningful.
The other disciples who fell on the ground watched helplessly as Ning Xiaoling quickly fell into a disadvantage. Qu Wu's sword became more and more fierce. After each impact, the light of Ning Xiaoling's sword became increasingly faint.
Minglang stood up with difficulty. He cut the feathered snake's skin with his sword and drank its blood, trying to regain some strength.
After all, he was in the Purple Court Realm. Even though his Qi Sea was broken, he still regained a lot of strength from his breath adjustment just now.
Minglang's mouth was filled with the fishy blood of the feathered serpent. He pulled out the iron sword from the flesh and blood, circulated his spiritual power, and rushed towards Quwu with purple thunder and lightning.
Qu Wu looked calm, and his two bone swords separated again, like a butterfly opening its closed wings.
Qu Wu pushed towards Ning Xiaoling with one sword, then held the sword in his other hand and faced Minglang.
The most critical Qi sea in Minglang was damaged. He could only mobilize one breath of spiritual energy and could not replace it. Therefore, although he came with great force, and even faintly suppressed Qu Wu with his first sword, the decline in his strength was also precipitous.
The other disciples drew their swords and regrouped to attack.
Qu Wu looked at this scene and couldn't help but recall the past many years ago.
At that time, countless Nether tribesmen slashed at themselves with blades tempered with thunder and fire - it was once the god of their faith and was worshiped by them devoutly.
But after that great catastrophe, everything changed.
The temple was destroyed, the tribe fell apart, it lost most of its power, and was turned on the sword by its believers...
The seeds of hatred have been buried in the Valley of the White Snake God for hundreds of years, and the flowers of sin bloom like the black wings spread out behind him.
Can’t bear to remember…
He slowly transformed from a human into a couatl again.
The power suppressed in the body also began to expand and be released.
The bone sword slashed in the air, the lines intertwined sharply.
Ning Xiaoling's sword light was gradually dispersed.
Minglang's spiritual energy was exhausted, and he was nailed back to the wall with a sword, half unconscious and half dead.
The other disciples were unable to cause any effective attacks at all.
No one can reverse everything.
Qu Wu felt a little lonely.
His body burst through the illusion and deception, and his strong muscles burst out one after another. A slender but powerful tail even grew from behind it, and the pair of black wings grew from the shoulder blades. Yes, every time it flaps, it will bring out illusory feather blades.
Half human and half snake, his divinity is still intact.
This is freedom and power that I haven’t seen for a long time.
The little girl with tears streaming down her face looked at Minglang who was seriously injured and unconscious, and saw Ning Xiaoling retreating steadily. She couldn't bear the depression anymore and rushed over with the soul-calling flag in her hand.
Qu Wu looked at her and smiled lightly: "Good girl, seeing that I can't spare the time, you took the initiative to send this weapon over?"
As he spoke, he stretched out a palm to block the flag.
The clawed hand grasped the top of the flagpole and twisted it.
The little girl felt as if she was electrocuted, her body was paralyzed, and then she was knocked away.
Qu Wu captured the flagpole.
At the same time, Ning Xiaoling could no longer withstand the pressure of the bone sword. After blocking the ancient sword's giant ship hitting the shore, her body was pressed against the wall by the impact.
The dust fell, clinging to Ning Xiaoling's messy hair.
Qu Wu held the soul-calling flag, looked at the straight flagpole and smooth pole surface, and said with a smile: "It is indeed the divine weapon of the Netherworld Dao Ling Sect. The material and structure are extraordinary."
Netherworld Taoist Sect…
That was the name of the Ancient Spirit Sect before it was renamed.
Ning Xiaoling held onto the wall with one hand and held the broken blade feebly with the other. The pain was killing her fighting spirit. She wished she could raise her head and see the figure in white standing in front of her... Unfortunately, everything was a dream.
Qu Wu began to wave flags and banners, like a victor returning in triumph.
The dark wind howls and a hundred ghosts walk at night.
In the gray mist, the resentful spirits that had died here resurrected, condensed into shape, and came in the mist.
This is the former site of the White Snake Temple, and it was also an ancient battlefield. Countless corpses rotted here and fell into the underworld. Although they have been dead for many years and have lost all their wisdom, they are still sleeping in this land, waiting. To be awakened one day.
Quwu danced the flags.
The evil spirits came as ordered and gathered in greater numbers.
He opened his huge mouth and swallowed them into his body.
The figure of the feathered serpent is getting bigger and bigger, and these undead souls have turned into its flesh and blood again. As long as it keeps devouring it like this, it can take the body of the undead and become the real god of the feathered serpent that shuttles through the netherworld.
The existence of this soul-calling flag is also a divine treasure for him.
But soon, Qu Wu's expression changed slightly.
He discovered that there was more than one whirlwind stirred up by the undead in this hall.
Not far from him, there was also the eye of the storm.
Ning Xiaoling stood in the center of the eye of the storm.
The Shentu, which was about to fade away, accommodated the souls of the dead and bloomed with blood again.
This was an unexpected surprise for Ning Xiaoling.
She could feel that the knife was gradually waking up.
Qu Wu narrowed his eyes, revealing his murderous intent.
The little girl had done the ridiculous act of "sending a flag" to herself before, but she didn't expect that she would do the same thing.
Qu Wu waved his sword.
The surrounding evil spirit storm subsided instantly.
Ning Xiaoling stood on the spot, the knife in her hand was full of power, and the power fed back to her, making her level slightly higher.
She jumped from the realm of longevity to the peak of longevity, half a step to the purple court!
But it still doesn't make sense.
Because Qu Wu has improved more than her, in just a short period of time, he has stepped from the first level of Ziting to the second floor of Ziting.
Qu Wu held the sword steadily with his left and right hands, and the soul-calling flag stood behind him like a battle flag.
He felt the power flowing through his body.
The blood is like the water from the underworld, and the flesh and bones are like the soul of a ghost.
"Little girl, I will take your sword and the fragments of authority in your body... to become the new Lord of the Underworld." Qu Wu spoke quietly, and his double blades drew a perfect arc before falling in the air.
Ning Xiaoling didn't go to see him.
She looked at the glowing bloody blade in her hand.
At this moment, she felt her knife sticking to her hand.
Shen Tu connected with her palm, penetrated deeply into her mind, and leveraged all the knowledge and cultivation systems in her sea of consciousness.
She felt like her arms were about to move with the moves that came to mind.
But it wasn't her self-awareness, it was the knife commanding her body.
This feeling... man and knife become one
Ning Xiaoling felt that she should be surprised, but she couldn't do this.
Her emotions were also controlled by Shen Tu!
When Qu Wu pounced from the air, Shen Tu made his own response.
Her body moved involuntarily, and the coordination of her spiritual power and the selection of moves were as perfect as her body and swordsmanship reserves could achieve.
Qu Wu was shocked.
The first time they fought hand to hand, the two men's moves collided and dismantled, and he actually fell behind.
Ning Xiaoling's unstoppable magic sword accurately inserted into the gap between her sword skills, pierced the scales, and picked up a piece of snake scales stained with flesh and blood.
Qu Wu recovered quickly from his injuries.
He looked serious and waved his swords, slashing at Ning Xiaoling who was standing on the ground.
Ning Xiaoling first used the Hidden Breath Technique to avoid being locked by the sword energy, and then jumped half a foot forward with Lingbo Steps. This half foot happened to be the center range of Qu Wu's sword energy. Maintaining the body shape, he then used Tianzong's Sha Xue Qiu Zhuang's second move to start, and used the White Rainbow Penetration Japanese style supplemented by the Nether Spirit Technique to turn his body and stab back towards Qu Wu's landing point.
This series of complex operations, whether it is the change of moves or the flow of spiritual veins, are almost completed in an instant.
This is something that is absolutely impossible for normal practitioners to do.
Qu Wu was hit on the right shoulder by a blow, and his figure was forced to slide sideways for a distance, and then he hit the ground with his long tail to support his body and jump up, removing that part of the power.
Ning Xiaoling's broken sword reversed its direction and came at him with a mixture of many sword skills.
Qu Wu quickly understood the problem.
This knife...
"It is indeed a peerless sword..." Qu Wu smiled even more, "It's a pity that you don't deserve to have it."
He was not alarmed by Shen Tu's fusion of man and sword.
On the contrary, he had not experienced this kind of pleasure of sword-to-head confrontation for many years, and his blood boiled.
Power swirls around the sky.
The air flow that rose out of thin air lifted his body up, and his slender snake body became stronger, looking like a long whip made of steel.
In the gray mist, countless ripples spread out like circles of fire.
The sound of thunder and lightning, the howl of the undead, the sound of swords clashing, the sound of instantaneous flames... In the messy cutting lines, the two figures disappeared into it, and thousands of noises gathered into a frenzy.
The little girl and the other three male disciples looked at this with excitement.
Because they could vaguely feel that in this fighting power, Ning Xiaoling was faintly equal to this feathered snake demon!
The mist of the netherworld was constantly being pushed open and then closed again.
The arc of the sword blade is like the moon in the clouds.
The red sword light and the white sword energy were slashing and flickering, hitting from the ground to the beams of the palace building.
Ning Xiaoling's figure kept dodging on the beam, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
Qu Wu squandered his strength and used the barbaric method of defeating ten groups with one force, constantly squeezing Ning Xiaoling's strength. Although the wounds caused by Ning Xiaoling were severe, they were by no means fatal.
But this also made Qu Wu feel anxious.
Because something happened late, if the two of them were dragged on like this, if someone from the Ancient Spirit Sect noticed the clues, then his previous efforts would really be wasted!
The restrictions of Naihe Bridge can stop these little guys, but they can't stop those old guys.
The rafters kept falling.
Ning Xiaoling quickly lost all her footing and was forced to fall back to the ground.
The murderous intention and the sound of wind fell from the sky.
Before Ning Xiaoling could raise her head, Shen Tu had already reacted.
Ning Xiaoling came forward with a knife.
This time, she used an unprecedented sword technique.
It was a swordsmanship that was a blend of the Heart Sutra spiritual skills of the Ancient Spirit Sect and the inner swordsmanship of the Yujian Tianzong!
Ning Xiaoling's temperament also changed.
The aura of the netherworld lingered around her, and a faint air of death appeared on her delicate and lovely face, which made her already fair face even paler.
"This kind of swordsmanship... this kind of swordsmanship..." At this moment, Qu Wu, who was always confident, couldn't help but murmur to himself: "How is it possible? Why do you know the Disaster Control Sword? Who taught you this?"
Ning Xiaoling would not answer because her senior brother had told her that bad people like to talk a lot, while experts always remain silent.
She took it as a good word.
But she also learned the name of this swordsmanship—the Sword of Disaster Control.
This was a question she had thought about for a long time, and was later told by a kind person with an ugly word.
Disaster restraint... sounds very strong.
When Ning Xiaoling actually used it, she discovered that this kind of swordsmanship was not only powerful, it might even be specially designed to kill the feathered snake!
All of Qu Wu's attack trajectories are predicted and blocked in advance by this swordsmanship. Even his sudden flick has a strategy to deal with it.
The swordsmanship of the Yujian Tianzong has taken on a new splendor with its completely different appearance.
Broken armor, peeling off scales, broken bones, decapitation, dissection...
The sword in Ning Xiaoling's hand was filled with murderous intent, and she pressed towards Qu Wu with flowing movements.
Qu Wu was not defeated, but he was afraid.
"What is your relationship with her? Is she still alive? How could she still be alive..."
Qu Wu controlled his spiritual power to resist the girl's attacks one after another.
Ning Xiaoling listened to him muttering to himself, but couldn't help but ask: "Who is she?"
"Who is she? Who are you asking her? Do you really don't know or are you just pretending?" Qu Wu suddenly seemed to have gone crazy. He broke free from the move where he was suppressed and swung his bone sword in one breath. There were many white crosses.
Relying on the unique advantage of his realm, Qu Wu quickly reversed his occupation. His swords slashed wildly, and he roared angrily: "She is a betrayer... a troublemaker... a villain who likes conspiracy, she, she Such a person dares to call himself emperor without permission!"
Qu Wu imagined Ning Xiaoling as her.
He used the anger in his heart to suppress his instinctive fear and regained the upper hand.
He understood immediately.
This girl must be that woman's direct disciple... A disciple is just a disciple. No matter how advanced her swordsmanship is, in terms of realm, she will always be crushed by her.
He just needs to make good use of his advantage and slowly drag her to death.
My own injuries can heal quickly, but hers can't.
Ning Xiaoling also understood this.
You can't win even if you try all your means...
This is the difference between Changshou and Ziting.
Ning Xiaoling couldn't help but think of Mrs. Bai.
It would be nice if my senior brother was here...
She felt powerless, regretful, and desperate, and then she realized that her emotions were slowly returning to her body!
This shows that Shen Tu's influence on him is also weakening!
It won't be long before Shen Tu's connection with herself is completely severed, and she will undoubtedly die.
Purple Court... It would be great if I could step into the Purple Court.
She could feel that her own realm was no closer to Zi Ting.
But how should she cross that line
"Pull down the flag!" Ning Xiaoling yelled at the bottom: "Pull down the flag and summon the soul!!!"
Everyone heard her.
Qu Wu laughed: "You want to rely on this to survive? It's a wishful thinking..."
The sword light cut through the sky.
Ning Xiaoling yelled "Calling Souls" at the bottom again, and then mobilized all her strength to rush towards Qu Wu.
She wanted to intercept him and delay the people below.
The disciples below looked at each other.
They had seen the previous scene.
As the soul flag danced, White Snake gained much more than Ning Xiaoling.
this…
Is Junior Sister Xiaoling crazy
None of them moved.
From above, Ning Xiaoling's miserable groan came over.
The sound of swords clashing was heart-stopping.
The little girl was the first to shout: "I believe in the little senior sister!"
She has made many wrong decisions before, so she is not afraid of making mistakes anymore!
The worst is to die together.
She flew towards the Soul-Calling Flag, held it with both hands, and tried to pull it up with all her strength.
But before Qu Wujiang's flag was deeply inserted into the ground, she could not pull it out with her current strength.
She raised her head and looked at the others, and said angrily: "What are you still doing there, come and help, do you want to watch Senior Sister Xiaoling being beaten to death?"
The other three looked at each other and nodded vigorously. They also ran over and added more energy.
But the flags were too tightly planted, and the three of them were seriously injured and couldn't use their full strength.
The flags were motionless.
In the sky, Ning Xiaoling showed obvious signs of decline.
The connection between the blade and her is like a tree, and Quwu's sword is like an ax cutting down the trunk of the tree.
No matter how huge the tree is, it will eventually be cut in half.
Ning Xiaoling's disaster-controlling sword was exhausted.
Her falling knife was stopped by Qu Wu with his two swords. Qu Wu swung his snake tail and hit Ning Xiaoling in the lower abdomen.
The girl's body was whipped out, and with a bang, she hit the wall and fell into the broken wall.
Qu Wu ignored those who pulled out the flag.
Because he doesn't care at all.
He even hoped that they would pull out the flag quickly. When a certain scene happened, he looked forward to Ning Xiaoling's wonderful and desperate look.
But he won't wait deliberately.
Ning Xiaoling's state of combining man and sword has been defeated, and the next step is to kill him.
He looked at his similarly scarred body and was very dissatisfied.
Although these injuries are not fatal, it is really embarrassing to be injured while crossing the border.
He was thinking about this, but his movements were not slow at all.
He twisted the sword to his right cheek, and the figure shot out like a thrown spear.
This is Ning Xiaoling's first sword.
He planned to use this sword to die for her.
He thrust his sword into the wall where Ning Xiaoling was driven into.
The girl's screams were heart-shaking.
Blood burst out.
"Pull out the flag..."
She was vomiting blood and her voice was weak.
The little girl who pulled out the flag used all her strength, and she was so anxious that she almost cried.
Ning Xiaoling's voice became increasingly hollow.
She was still resisting vigorously, but in fact she was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Ning Xiaoling blocked his sword with her sword, protecting Zi Ting Qi Hai's vitals.
But she could only block one.
The other sword was delivered cleanly into her belly.
Body cramps.
Ning Xiaoling grabbed his sword-holding hand and tried to push it away.
But where is her strength compared to Qu Wu's
The sword penetrated bit by bit and was about to penetrate her abdomen and pin her to the wall.
The overall situation has been decided.
Qu Wu looked at her. He could already imagine the scene of crucifying her, cutting open her Qi Sea Ziting, and personally extracting the fragments of Ming Lord's authority.
In the main hall, the little girl shouted heartbreakingly: "You guys need to work harder... Are you men? Try harder!!!"
The meridians on the arms of the other three disciples burst out, and their muscles exploded.
They tried their best, but the flag was only slightly loose and could not be pulled out at all.
Ning Xiaoling's screams became weaker and weaker, as if she was about to die at any moment.
"I'll come too..."
A voice sounded from behind the little girl.
Minglang woke up at some point. He staggered over and put his blood-stained hand on the soul-calling flag.
The little girl looked shocked and immediately cheered up.
None of them take any nonsense.
"One, two, three... pull out!"
The four of them yelled in unison.
They came from different four veins, but they burst out with the same roar.
Click!
The soul-calling flag was pulled out.
The little girl's strength was unstable, she stepped back and sat down on the ground. She felt no pain, but she could no longer hold back her tears and she really cried.
The rest of the people grabbed the poles and danced the soul-calling flags with all their strength.
The flag is flying, I don’t know whether it is to encourage or to send off.
The energy of the netherworld surged in.
Ning Xiaoling was nailed to the wall. She was covered in blood, and her lower abdomen was penetrated by an iron sword.
Evil spirits surged behind him.
Qu Wu ignored it and sighed: "How stupid you are... Don't you know that there will be a calamity of inner demons when you enter the Purple Courtyard? By then, you will be covered in cocoons, which ordinary people cannot penetrate. , but I can easily penetrate it with Shentu and kill you."
Ning Xiaoling vomited a mouthful of blood, her lips moved, and she seemed speechless. The gurgling sound in her throat sounded like she was laughing.
Evil spirits are coming.
Ning Xiaoling's face was as golden as paper.
Qu Wu looked at her face with a sad expression.
Does it make sense to enter the Purple Garden at the last moment of your life
Ning Xiaoling slowly raised her head.
Qu Wu's expression suddenly solidified.
"How can it be?!"
He yelled in confusion.
He clearly sensed that Ning Xiaoling had broken through that line and entered the Purple Court realm.
But why, there was no sign of cocooning on her body.
impossible? This is the law of heaven and earth, no one can defy it!
unless…
Unless she has already experienced a demon tribulation! Could it be that she fell from the Purple Court
How can it be? How can it be!
Qu Wu clearly felt that she was just an ordinary girl...
Qu Wu tried his best to push the sword forward, crush her internal organs, and kill her completely.
But the sword couldn't move forward.
"Your realm..." Qu Wu's vertical pupils condensed into a thin line.
Shen Tu once again glowed with ominous blood.
The dying Ning Xiaoling raised her little face that was stained with blood. She held down Qu Wu's sword-piercing hand and squeezed it hard.
The sound of cracking bones suddenly sounded.
"I'm entering the Purple Garden." Ning Xiaoling raised the corners of her lips, revealing a difficult, joyful, and relieved smile.
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(You are so young!)
(This is the only chapter today. I had to go out during the day, so I finished it all night... Happy National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival, book friends! Thank you all for your companionship and support along the way.)