Everything in the world entered an indescribable state at this moment, even the figure Ning Chang pointed out seemed to have stopped.
Ning Xiaoling also fell into this strange calm. She knew it was false. Ning never stopped for a long time. The finger that contained the true meaning of the Taoist sect was still pushing towards her non-stop.
The demonic power of the girl who looked like a white fox surged again, and she punched the space in all directions. The punch was so fast that it brought out a series of disappearing afterimages, airtightly protecting her whole body.
She couldn't confirm the actual direction of Ning Jiujiu's arrival, so she could only use this labor-intensive and stupid method, but she didn't care, because she knew that Ning Jiujiu's current state could not sustain this method for too long.
On the ground, the golden threads condensed by those magic circles suddenly floated like mountains. The golden threads were like water, spreading over her feet bit by bit and climbing towards her whole body.
Ning Xiaoling endured the pain of tearing her ankle and twisted her lower body suddenly. The golden threads cut into her skin, and the demon blood that seeped out turned into fire and began to burn along the golden threads.
Under the demonic fire, those tough golden threads quickly turned to dust. Ning Xiaoling's body was finally pulled out from the ground. Her demonic power surged and she quickly repaired the injury on her ankle. At the same time, a pair of snow-white eyes keenly He scanned the surroundings, looking for any abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations.
In fact, Ning Jiujiu has not disappeared, but the silence is too calm, as if he is a piece of grass, a piece of dust, a wisp of moonlight coming from afar, but this calmness is covered in Ning Xiaoling's impetuous heart. Dust, like blinding leaves, gave her a temporary illusion.
When this finger appeared again, the word "sitting" was condensed between the fingers.
finally come…
With a thought in her mind, Ning Xiaoling pulled her fist back to her waist, burning with flames, and punched out like a meteor. The lingering afterimages around her all dissipated at this moment, turning into sharp demonic power condensed at the tip of her fist. .
She wanted to kill him with a crushing blow from the realm.
But after that punch was delivered, Ning Xiaoling's pupils shrank slightly.
That punch did not touch the essence, and the majestic demon power directly hit the magic circle. The golden threads were slightly dim, and it was difficult to attack for a while. However, a snow-white finger poked out from behind Ning Xiaoling's head and clicked directly. Come up.
That is the real word "sitting".
As soon as the word came out, Ning Xiaoling's brain suddenly became empty. Her legs were weak, and she had an uncontrollable urge to sit cross-legged and meditate.
The next word is "forget".
When the words are forgotten, the word "death" comes first, followed closely by the word "heart".
Ning Xiaoling subconsciously drove the phantom fox tail to hit behind her like a big wave. Ning Jiujiu's figure had already retreated. His fingers spread out and transformed into thousands of clear shadows, among which there were urn magic and peach charms. , Youdao Sword, were guarded in front of him to disperse the violently flowing demonic power.
The character Zhai was beaten to pieces before it came out.
But Ning Xiaoling did not pursue further. After the word "forgot" entered her consciousness, her white eyes suddenly became extremely hollow, and her delicate and cold little face showed a look of struggle and confusion.
That is ungrateful forgetfulness, and also unforgettable forgetfulness.
She looked at the young man in front of her, opened her mouth slightly, and said with a trembling voice: "Senior... senior brother?"
Immediately afterwards, this consciousness was occupied for an instant, and her voice turned cold: "Go to hell."
She held her head and let out a long and shrill roar, as if she wanted to crush Ning Jiujiu's Tao words directly into the sea of consciousness.
Ning Changjiu hooked his fingers, and those undulating golden threads covered him like a giant net, each one a sharp and sharp dagger blade.
While resisting the invasion of consciousness in the sea of consciousness, Ning Xiaoling relied on instinct to exude violent demonic power.
At this moment, she was like a big lake bursting with demonic power, and those golden threads were nets immersed in the water, rising and falling in the waves of demonic power, making it impossible to get close.
Ning Jiujiu spent a lot of effort to bury this formation in the past few days, just for today.
But now, in less than a quarter of an hour, he was about to be hit by Ning Xiaoling's demonic power until all his spiritual energy was lost, and he was on the verge of breaking into pieces.
Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, her black hair moving without the wind, dancing wildly with the dim golden threads. She raised her head and let out a clear whistle. The confusion in her eyes was like dust washed away by running water. Qingming again.
All the golden threads were torn to pieces in an instant, and the surrounding tranquility was also broken at this moment. The demonic power spread around like thunder and wind and residual clouds. The land seemed to have been plowed by hundreds of cattle, broken into pieces, and the dust and grass clippings were once again The strong wind blew up, and even the moonlight that fell here seemed slightly distorted.
Ning Jiujiu did not waste his spiritual energy to protect his body, and his originally spotless white clothes were soon covered with dust.
Ning Xiaoling looked at his clothes and smiled with satisfaction. She hated all the good things in the world, especially when she saw Ning Changjiu's face that was always calm, she felt a surge of anger in her heart.
She wanted to tear this calm face to pieces, chop off his hands and feet, and then use the demon power as a blade to cut him into pieces. She wanted to see if he could still maintain this disgusting expression when he faced death. calm.
Her eyes became whiter and whiter, so white that she reflected Ning Jiujiu's figure. The young man stared at her bloodthirsty and cruel face, and gathered all the extra emotions deep in his heart. He pointed out his finger again and drew a virtual picture in the air. , and the four words "indifferent and quiet".
This time he remained silent, only drawing quickly with his fingers.
"It's really troublesome." Ning Xiaoling said coldly, raised her palms and waved her arms, slashing a bolt of thunder towards Ning Changjiu's position.
The thunder exploded the yard behind her. Among the rubble, Ning Xiaoling's flaming fist came again. She was obviously only a petite fourteen-year-old, but the power that exploded in her body seemed to be able to hit her instantly. Break the backbone of the ferocious beast.
With a loud bang, the blowing wind blew her long hair backwards.
But the blow fell into the air again.
Ning Xiaoling frowned so much that they almost touched each other. She stared at the deep pit in front of her and gritted her teeth.
She obviously has enough power to crush her opponent, but every one of her thunderous fists is like hitting soft cotton. The opponent's tricks are all dirty tricks or they simply avoid fighting by some unknown means. It happened that she had no chance to directly compete with the force.
The girl's fox tail swung like flames scurrying in the strong wind.
She looked around, but her demonic eyes could not catch any trace of Ning Jiujiu, as if he had just evaporated out of thin air.
Ning Xiaoling sneered and said with a cruel smile: "Since you want to play hide-and-seek with me, then I'll crush the other ants first."
As soon as she finished speaking, the void behind her opened, and a slender hand with distinct joints poked out from it.
Ning Xiaoling's ears twitched slightly, and at the moment when the void split open, she turned back suddenly and punched out.
That hand directly grabbed her fist.
His hands were very steady, making tea without spilling a drop, and tying bandages so neatly that no flaws could be found.
Even though the fist came fiercely at this moment, he still caught it steadily.
Just this one punch knocked out half of his hidden spiritual power.
Ning Jiujiu groaned, and pointed with his other hand, touching her eyebrows like lightning.
The moment Ning Xiaoling turned around, she happened to hit the point he was pointing at.
The girl's snow-white eyes suddenly darkened, and the pale gray color of the pupils could be vaguely seen.
There was a little confusion in those eyes again. Ning took a long, deep breath and twisted his fingers, trying to absorb more spiritual energy.
But Ning Xiaoling's exposed gray pupils suddenly stood up like a line, like the pupils of a snake.
Ning Jiujiu felt a chill in his heart when he caught a glimpse of a sinister smile rising from the corner of the girl's mouth. When he wanted to withdraw, she suddenly raised her hand to lift her, and at the same time moved away the hand that was holding his right fist. One side hit the acupuncture point of his other hand, and then he grabbed it with his backhand.
"I caught you." Ning Xiaoling's previous coldness faded away and she smiled sweetly, like a real fox demon.
This was the first time Ning Jiujiu showed a surprised look. He first broke through the void with the word "Du Jing" of the Four-Character True Secret, like a cicada dormant, then came out of the sky and punched the word "Indifferent" from the center of her eyebrows. , trying to break the demonic nature of her demon seed.
But even if the demonic nature of the demon was eliminated, she would still be a demon. How could a real demon transform back into Ning Xiaoling
This sudden change caused slight ripples in Ning Jiujiu's Taoist heart, but it did not make him really panic.
"You haven't yet entered the Mysterious Realm and you can actually use the method of breaking the void in the longevity realm. It seems that you hide a secret that makes me covet." Ning Xiaoling smiled softly, her crescent-like eyes bursting with emotion. With a greedy color, as she spoke, her nails grew rapidly, sharp as steel, and she dug into his heart, cutting three bloody shadows in the air.
The sharp claw stabbed directly into the chest, but failed to extend.
Ning Xiaoling's expression changed, and she immediately pushed her hand again. The white clothes on Ning Jiujiu's chest shattered, revealing what was hidden behind it.
It was a pure white mask.
That was the mask given to them by Lu Marion. He kept it on his chest, and at this moment it was like a breast shield, resisting the fatal blow.
Ning Xiaoling's expression changed. She was not sure whether it was intentional or a coincidence.
If it's a coincidence, it means he is lucky.
If it was intentional...did he also calculate the next move
This idea was absurd, but it really appeared in Ning Xiaoling's mind, but... how could this be possible? Just an ordinary person who has not reached the Nascent Realm.
She increased the strength on her hands, trying to destroy the mask directly.
Ning Jiujiu fought back in the same way, pushing his palm directly to Ning Xiaoling's forehead.
Ning Xiaoling did not pull out her hand to fight back, because she could foresee the power of the palm and it would not hurt herself at all.
Ning Xiaoling's demon power was like a blade, vowing to directly break through the mask and penetrate his heart.
Ning Jiujiu's palm touched her forehead softly.
That palm did not cause any ripples. It was lighter than Ning Xiaoling imagined, as light as a feather falling on her forehead.
But the more this happened, the more intense the uneasiness in Ning Xiaoling's heart became.
She felt that she was just a hair away from breaking the mask, but at that moment, her instinct made her withdraw her hand.
A snow-white light blade lit up between Ning Changjiu's chest and Ning Xiaoling's palm, like a white spring gushing out, like a silver sword shining in its sheath.
That's sword energy.
The sword energy contained in this mask!
This is the mask that Lu Marion wears. As an important figure in Yujian Tianzong, the thing she wears must be extraordinary, not to mention that the mask was not broken even in the fight with the old fox.
Ning Jiujiu's palm was just a feint, just to stimulate her desire to fight quickly, and then stimulate the self-retaliation sword energy in the mask.
When Lu Marion left the mask to them, she said something about the mask, with the intention of letting them use it to protect themselves.
The sword energy is like a waterfall composed of countless small silver needles. It is the sword energy that bounces out after the mask is pressed to the extreme. The speed is unbelievable.
Ning Xiaoling groaned and retreated. The illusory giant tail behind her was like a huge felt, covering her petite body.
The snow-white sword intent surged like a mountain torrent, and thousands of silver needles fell on her huge fox tail like a rain of pear blossoms.
The originally illusory fox tail became more transparent under the wash of sword energy.
Her feet gripped the ground one after the other, like stubborn rocks in the waves.
Ning Xiaoling crossed her arms to resist the erosion of the sword, but the giant tail was getting smaller and smaller, so she had to slowly kneel down on one knee to hide in the cocoon formed by the tail.
She gritted her teeth and resisted the cleaning of the sword energy. Every moment seemed extremely long. Her body felt like countless needles were pricking her at the same time. She couldn't help but tremble, and the resentment in her eyes became heavier and heavier.
Finally, the sword energy was washed away.
Ning Xiaoling let go of her protective giant tail and stood up unsteadily. Her vertical pupils became even thinner, so thin that they were almost invisible.
There was a hint of jealousy in her eyes.
"Lu Marry..." Ning Xiaoling said in a spiteful and cold voice, "Wait until I kill you before I kill her."
But Ning Jiujiu's figure disappeared again, and her eyes scanned around, looking for traces of him.
She felt more and more irritable and angry, and the demonic seed in her heart beat like a heart, knocking heavily on her heart, and the blood all over her body also felt restless.
She was growing impatient.
Ning Xiaoling's searching gaze suddenly rose, and then narrowed.
I saw a young man in white standing on the attic outside the courtyard, looking down at him.
Ning Xiaoling was too lazy to think too much, so she shook her arm, and a crimson sword that looked like it was carved out of crystal formed directly in her palm.
She jumped up and stepped onto the broken courtyard wall. With a push, her body was lifted up dozens of feet high. Three giant tails were dragged into a line in the air. When she approached Ning Jiujiu, they suddenly spread out. Her crimson sword light slashed out at the same time.
The sword light drew a full arc, like the crimson moon hanging from the eaves of the attic.
Ning Jiujiu's figure was chopped off with a sword.
"Taoist body change talisman?" Ning Xiaoling was slightly shocked.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow passing over the roof of the floor below. Then, she felt her body become heavy, and something grabbed her slender ankles, dragging her down suddenly.
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