Chen Tingyan, who was walking towards Bazhenlou, was suddenly stunned.
In an instant, a sword force as strong as thunder rose up in the deep alley next to it!
This is…
“Electricity” of the Four Swords of Impermanence!
He has seen a lot in the City of the Dead, so how could he not recognize it
In an instant, he thought of Jianchou who was left alone.
Oh no, something is going to happen!
Chen Tingyan snapped the folding fan in his hand and without hesitation, he turned into a streamlined beam of light and ran towards the alley.
However, before he could get close—
"boom!"
Like a flood that broke through the dam, a large area of thick black fog appeared in the deep alley and surged out like a flood.
The cold wind blows in your face, bringing with it a fierce power!
Even with Chen Tingyan's current level of cultivation, he still felt a piercing pain, as if there were knives in the wind that were about to cut off his flesh and blood.
“Puff, puff!”
Even the walls of nearby buildings were scratched with shallow marks by the faint wind blade!
Chen Tingyan was caught off guard and almost fell headfirst into the torrent of wind blades!
Fortunately, his momentum was not strong and he barely stopped at the last moment.
The sudden burst of black ink tide was also madly recovered at this moment!
Faintly, Chen Tingyan actually felt a sword intent that was extremely sharp and obscure, and then he heard the roar of a fierce beast, and also the cry of someone who was extremely frightened...
In short, he doesn't look like a human at all.
That terrifying tide of ink came quickly and went away just as quickly.
In just a blink of an eye, it shrank back into the alley!
When Chen Tingyan ran over, he only saw a few wisps of misty black wind, which slowly shrank back into the gap of the black sword and stuck to Jianchou's fingers...
She stood there holding a sword, as if the sword had just pierced into someone's body.
However, his face was pale and bloodless.
The horrifying movement from before seemed unable to lift even a dead leaf here. Everything thrilling and bizarre seemed to have never appeared, and there was no trace of the black wind and ink tide.
Perhaps hearing footsteps, Jianchou turned his head and glanced at Chen Tingyan.
At that moment, Chen Tingyan's steps suddenly stopped.
What dark eyes are those
The mountain light has set in the west, and the moon in the pond has not yet risen in the east.
The whole world was in that darkness without any light, silence, and killing.
There was something burning beneath those calm eyes, but it turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
“Bang!”
The sudden sound broke the eerie silence at the moment, and also broke the darkness in those eyes.
The black sword held tightly in his hand fell heavily to the ground!
Jianchou's face suddenly showed a bit of patience that had been hidden to the extreme, and a few bloodstains like knife scratches appeared on her cheeks and neck.
A fine layer of cold sweat covered her pale face. After the black sword fell to the ground, she lost all support and fell to her knees, gasping violently.
There was no one in the alley except herself.
The opponent she had just fought with also disappeared completely.
The ground was covered with sword marks left over from the fierce fight. On the mottled stone wall in front, there was an inch-deep sword hole, the size of which was exactly the same as the length and width of the black sword's blade.
Around the sword hole, there is a dark black stain with a faint dark blue tint...
"Jianchou? Are you okay?!"
Chen Tingyan, who was in a trance, finally reacted at this moment and ran over shouting.
Jianchou's whole body was still trembling slightly.
It's not just because of the weakness caused by having his soul power drained, but also because of the excitement!
After the darkness fades away, there is a fierce burning.
She lowered her head at the moment, so Chen Tingyan could not see her eyes which still contained all the fighting spirit. The residual heat alone could potentially burn people!
It’s amazing…
Even Jianchou himself did not expect that that strike, that only strike, that final strike, would have such a horrific effect!
Man and sword become one!
She came on the wind, and her sword flew away on the wind!
The feeling was far better than this battle.
The sword rises and the man follows the sword, as if the whole world is full of wind, and as if the whole world is full of himself. He can do whatever he wants, and his body will reach his destination as he thinks!
Even if Xing Wu had the cultivation level of Yu Nie, how could he have expected that she had the power to strike back
That was the only blow, the final blow.
Every “fast line” is never a coincidence.
Jianchou’s cultivation level might not be high enough, but in terms of her comprehension of “wind”, there are probably few people in this extreme realm who are stronger than her.
In this way, the speed reached the extreme, even turning the body into black wind, and finally achieving an unexpected victory, so it is not surprising.
The moment she picked up the black sword in Pinzi Building, she actually already knew what her greatest reliance would be in Jiyu.
But at that time, she didn't expect that she would be able to verify her feelings so soon.
He chuckled in a self-deprecating tone, his voice already hoarse to the extreme: "Ahem... I'm fine."
It's just a minor injury and I'm exhausted.
As soon as he finished speaking, two hands reached out and helped Jianchou up.
Chen Tingyan's heart was twitching, and he didn't know how to respond to Jianchou's words. He stared at Jianchou for a long while, and finally couldn't help but slap his forehead with his fan, beating his chest and stamping his feet: "Can't you give others a chance to help others in times of need and be a hero to save the beauty?!!"
Women like this are the natural enemies of romantic noblemen!
It's so poisonous!
Chen Tingyan had already started roaring in his heart, and his face was extremely stiff.
Jianchou was stunned when he heard this.
Even with her quick thinking, she took a long time to react. After she figured out the hidden cause and effect relationship between the two sentences, she couldn't help laughing out loud.
But she is not a shy girl after all, and it is long past the time when she can still have worldly desires.
Jianchou's forehead was still covered with cold sweat from the previous battle, and his whole body was even tense from enduring the pain, but his eyes were calm as if a thousand ships had passed by. There were no surging undercurrents, only a calm lake under the autumn moon, so peaceful and beautiful.
"They are just minor injuries..."
Although this time was extremely thrilling, the intensity of the battle could not be compared with what Jianchou had experienced before.
and…
Even if you walked on the line between life and death, what’s the big deal
This isn't the first time either.
After Jianchou finished speaking, he endured the pain in his limbs and forced himself to stand up straight with the help of Chen Tingyan.
With just a move of her fingers and a slight change of her mind, a pill appeared at her fingertips.
The emerald green pill has a fresh scent.
She took a look and a smile flashed across her eyes. Now, these things she carried with her became the only connection between her and Nineteen Continents and Yashan.
The pill melted instantly as it entered the mouth.
The medicinal power traveled throughout his body and was immediately transformed into new gentle soul power, nourishing Jianchou's dry body.
At this moment, she was like a fragile eggshell. After her soul power was drained by the last blow, she could be broken by just one poke from anyone.
Her amazing fighting talent gave her an instinct to never put herself in trouble.
She managed not to fall down, and as she gradually recovered, she slowly stood up.
Chen Tingyan accidentally spoke out his true feelings earlier, and talked about something like "a hero saving a beauty". Jianchou was not embarrassed, but he himself was embarrassed for a long time.
He even mumbled to hide his embarrassment.
"I just turned around and something like this happened. I never expected it. How despicable and shameless! Sooner or later, I will teach the Wuchang clan a big lesson... Uh, who was the one who attacked you?"
"… "
Could it be that he started cursing without even seeing who it was
Jianchou's heart twitched secretly, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
The effect of the medicine has spread throughout the body.
Jianchou withdrew his hand and slowly stood up again. His face was no longer as pale as before, but had some color.
Chen Tingyan felt his hand lighten, and when he looked up, he saw Jianchou had stood firm. He couldn't help but wonder: He was just taking a pill, and he got better
Is it that the injury is too minor, or is the pill too good
Subconsciously, Chen Tingyan attributed it to the latter.
There is no way a ghost cultivator who has transformed into a pearl can escape unscathed from a fight with a ghost cultivator who has attained jade nirvana.
so…
What is the origin of Jianchou
The doubts that have remained in Pinzi Building until now came to mind again.
But Chen Tingyan didn’t ask.
"Better?"
"It's okay. I just accidentally got into a fight with someone."
In this casual sentence, Jianchou did not mention the course of the battle.
After all, she was not sure whether Chen Tingyan saw what happened just now. Regardless of whether he saw it or not, she did not want to mention her final attack.
"That bastard ran fast. If he was slower, I would have skinned him alive!"
Chen Tingyan felt as if he and Jianchou shared the same hatred for the enemy.
Jianchou bent down and picked up the black sword from the ground, which was already covered with dust.
The black sword body is very rugged, like a rockery made of stones; the dense holes appear smooth, giving it a unique sense of coldness, but it does not make people feel gloomy.
The black surface looks plain and even lacks some luster.
Yet, it has a calm, majestic feel, like the endless black mountains at the edge of the polar region...
There was still no one on the long street.
There was still a boiling sound in the distance.
Jianchou turned his hand and looked at the sword.
Just like a pot of boiling water, it has returned to calm, with only a little residual throbbing left on the sword.
Chen Tingyan stood beside her, watching all her movements, thinking about the whole thing: "Xing Wu chose this deep alley, and it was just when Ding Zheng's Golden Order was coming. Ordinary people cannot predict the time when the Golden Order will come, so... Xing Wu, this grandson, must have followed us all the way and followed behind us, so that he could attack you..."
Even if you didn't see the entire incident, you can infer the whole story with just a little thought.
Isn’t it because of this sword
Jianchou knew that although Chen Tingyan acted like a romantic young man, he was actually not a simple-minded person. If he was really simple-minded, he would not have become Xie Buchen's former friend so easily.
Jianchou was not at all surprised by what he said.
Her eyes simply swept across the countless sword marks in the alley.
At this moment, people on the street have gradually returned, and noisy sounds are coming from far away, slowly moving towards this side. I guess those who went out to watch the excitement before have started to come back.
"It's not advisable to stay here any longer, let's get out as soon as possible."
Chen Tingyan, who also heard the voice, frowned and immediately made a suggestion.
Jianchou simply swallowed a pill to recover, but the actual "hidden injury" required breathing exercises and meditation to heal.
She had no intention of staying long, so she sheathed the black sword and nodded in agreement.
"Thank you, Fourth Young Master."
"What's so polite about that?"
Chen Tingyan waved his hand nonchalantly, then turned around and waved again, indicating that Yang Chou should go with him.
However, at the moment he took a step forward, his eyes inadvertently swept across the entire audience.
The traces left by the "Four Swords of Impermanence" of the Impermanence Clan are extremely obvious and can be easily distinguished.
only…
There is a lonely sword hole on the wall.
The charred stains around the sword hole were not noticeable at first, but when Chen Tingyan took a casual look at it, they suddenly caught his eye.
In an instant, his eyelids twitched!
"What's wrong?"
Just as Jianchou stepped out, he noticed that Chen Tingyan had not left, so he turned back and asked.
"nothing."
Chen Tingyan's heart was beating along with his eyelids, and his heart was already filled with turmoil!
That's not just a simple burnt stain!
That's "blood"!
Unlike an isolated island on earth, we are all flesh and blood.
The "bodies" of the monks in the Extreme Realm are actually souls, so there is no such thing as flesh and blood, and they will not bleed. Only the "soul essence and vitality" will be destroyed, flowing like blood, and appearing charred black.
only…
How serious would the injury be to hurt the "Soul Essence and Vitality"? !
Combined with the sword hole on the wall, Chen Tingyan could almost imagine that it was a long sword that directly pierced through someone's body!
Originally, he thought that Xing Wu had sensed someone was coming and knew he couldn't defeat him, so he fled, giving Jianchou a glimmer of hope...
However, it now seems that the facts are slightly different from what he imagined.
How could a weak cultivator in the Pearl Transformation Realm possibly contend against a cultivator in the Jade Nirvana Realm and defeat him severely
There was a hint of weirdness in his expression.
Chen Tingyan walked forward almost absent-mindedly.
What did she go through
What is your identity
What are your abilities
What are you doing in the City of the Dead
…
A series of questions came to my mind almost instantly.
Chen Tingyan discovered that this female cultivator beside him, who should not be a stranger to him, was shrouded in an unsolved mystery, like clouds and mist.
That strong curiosity burst out from the bottom of his heart again.
He recalled the bizarre scene he saw the moment he stood at the entrance of the alley...
One step, two steps, three steps.
The alley was not very long and we walked out after a while.
At that moment, the noise and excitement were overwhelming.
The cold and dark alley was immediately behind him.
Even Jianchou was stunned the moment he stood on the long street.
It feels like I have returned to the human world and am surrounded by the hustle and bustle.
On the long street, people were walking in an endless stream. People who had just returned from the square had different expressions on their faces, some were happy, some were worried, and some were excited...
"Haha, let's wait until the return list comes out and see who to bet on to win."
"I bought a popular Cui Jue last time and only won more than 30 Xuanyu. It's really unlucky!"
"Eighteen levels of hell..."
"Brother Zhou, are you still going to participate?"
…
At this moment, similar sounds were floating everywhere in the entire Shanhai City, like a boiling pot floating in the sky.
The crowd was like a sea, with the square as the center and flowing in all directions.
No one noticed that a white shadow, a little erratic and a little embarrassed, rushed out directly from the foggy edge of Shanhai City, grabbed the jade token, and fell directly back into the City of the Dead.
This is the busiest and most majestic street in the City of the Dead.
Here are the courtyards of the ten major ghost tribes, where the same tribe lives together. The ten major ghost tribes each occupy a corner, forming a huge scale in the City of the Dead.
Xing Wuru was from the Bai Wuchang lineage of the Wuchang clan, but his face had never been as pale as it was today.
With his teeth clenched, it was almost impossible to maintain a steady pace.
He didn't dare let his tribesmen discover his whereabouts. He avoided several friends he was familiar with along the way. Xing Wu finally crossed the courtyard, opened the door of his room, and slipped in.
"Bang."
The door closed suddenly.
The flowing white robe had already turned gray and black, not to mention the sword hole on the chest that looked extremely terrifying!
There was no bleeding, just a few charred marks.
The edge of the wound was smooth, as if it had been pierced instantly by an extremely sharp blade, leaving no trace of roughness.
However, the entire edge of the sword hole was covered with a thin layer of light blue ice crystals.
There was a faint trace of black air entwined around it, and in the depths it carried a chill that made one's heart shiver!
They were like sharp knives, cutting off all connections when his body was trying hard to heal itself!
Xing Wu staggered, and after only two steps, he could no longer suppress his horrible injuries.
"puff!"
The rich soul essence and vital energy rushed around in his body and made him vomit out.
In an instant, it was as if I had vomited blood.
He couldn't move at all and fell to the ground against the door frame, leaning against the door behind him and gasping violently.
His face turned pale again, taking on an almost deathly grey color.
Xing Wu was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were filled with ruthlessness!
He actually lost!
Defeated by a tiny female cultivator in the Huazhu realm!
Confusion, surprise, shock, hatred, disgust...
Countless emotions were gathered in these two eyes.
No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, Xing Wu knew that he had really fallen flat on his face this time!
That nun...
That terrifying ink tide...
That last sword...
No frills, no soul power, only speed, a speed that is extremely bizarre.
He couldn't see the face of the female cultivator, let alone her. All he could remember was that pair of cold and calm eyes, which were suddenly filled with murderous intent, and he kept flashing back...
"Have you heard? This year's Ding Competition will be held in the Eighteen Levels of Hell!"
"If we, the people in the City of the Wrongly Dead, want to be reincarnated, we may have to go to hell. Is King Qin Guang trying to scare us?"
"Once the golden order is issued, there will only be a hundred days. Sigh, at my current level, I'm afraid it's hanging again..."
"This year, we have the brothers Xing Fei and Xing Feng from the Wuchang clan, so we will definitely take the first place. You? Forget it!"
"Humph, what's so great about them? I think Xing Wu is not bad either..."
"Just relying on his Xing Wu? Hahaha..."
…
There were faint voices coming from outside, which soon faded away with the sound of footsteps.
When Xing Wu heard the names of the two brothers Xing Fei and Xing Feng, the five fingers that were pressing on the wound suddenly clenched, and the fierceness in his eyes deepened, but after a while, it gradually faded away.
He slowly lowered his eyes and saw the icy blue sword wound on his chest.
For the first time, a hint of bitterness appeared on his face.
"Not bad..."
Not even close.