Xuejian draws a sharp edge, and the cold air gathers, adding a three-inch cold front.
In the battle of the sword, there is no victory or defeat at this moment, only life and death. The golden sword light is flexible and changeable, and one point is faster. However, Xuejian is not a sword, but only for life and death.
The three-foot-three-inch sword edge first entered the body, breaking the veins and cracking the bones, and it was abnormally ear-piercing.
The golden sword light came at the same time, Ning Chen used the sword as the axis, and took advantage of the force to turn sharply.
The short-range disadvantage is obvious.
The blood ice mixed with broken bones flew out. At the most critical moment, Yu Wenxiao turned around with a short sword, cut off the snow sword with one sword, and immediately flashed and retreated before the door of death.
"Is it that easy?"
Ning Chen waved his hand, and the snow sword that was broken in the former's body exploded, and blood spurted out.
In the rain of blood, in front of Yu Wenxiao's left chest, a huge gap appeared, and the bones were so thick that even the beating of his heart was faintly visible.
"Uh"
A painful long hum sounded, and the black battle suit bleeds like rain, extremely desolate.
Ning Chen moved, and stepped forward again, the blue ink sword was flowing, and he was fighting for his life with several swords and dances.
Yuwenxiao was embarrassed to block the move, but his body was severely injured, and his moves were restricted. Since the war, it was the first time that he was at a disadvantage.
Ning Chen never used the two swords for the second time, a long edge to deal with the sharpness of the letters, the sword edges touched, and they walked away without any delay.
The clanging sound of swords colliding with swords could be heard under the night sky incessantly.
A single move determines the outcome. After Yu Wenxiao lost a move, his situation was already very abnormal. Facing the continuous sword light of the blue ink long sword, he had no choice but to turn the offensive into the defensive in an all-round way.
At this moment, a black streamer flew out from Yuwen Xiao's sleeve, turning into a stern ray and rushing directly to the person in front of him.
Ning Chen felt a chill all over his body, subconsciously turned to the side, and the streamer sword light brushed his left shoulder and right arm, bringing out two waterfalls of blood flowers of different black and red.
The extremely poisonous dark feathers are extremely poisonous and terrifying. Although they just passed by, the poison still spreads rapidly.
"Your man is dead"
Ning Chen was furious, and his left shoulder quickly froze. The next moment, the dark yellow light around his body shone brightly, dyeing the entire sky with the color of the earth.
"The scroll of the earth, the earth destroys the mountain"
The earth shook violently, and in a blink of an eye, thousands of yellow sword lights flew out from the ground and shot straight into the sky.
Yu Wenxiao's expression was shocked, he endured the injury, moved his feet, and avoided it again and again. However, there was no trace of the sword rain that flew upside down, and there were no rules. The moment he looked at it, it was already blood-stained with loess.
Ning Chen's figure moved instantly, the blue ink dyed frost, and the sword was blameless, and the soul was killed.
The blue frost on the sword passed, the blood was bright in the sky, and a long high blood flow spurted out, dyeing the night sky red, desolate and dazzling.
Unwillingness and remorse, it was too late at this moment, Yu Wenxiao, who fell to the dust, left with hatred in his eyes.
Ning Chen waved his hand, the ground rumbled, and buried the figures on the surrounding ground and the traces of the war under the loess, burying the dead.
Around the green jade wood, the temporary restraint was not maintained by the owner, and it shattered and dissipated between the heavens and the earth.
Ning Chen stepped forward, turned his palms to move the scroll of life, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth stirred, and the two sapphire trees slowly rose up, and immediately, they turned into a azure light and disappeared into the former's sleeve.
The goal was achieved, Ning Chen didn't stay any longer, his figure flashed, and he quickly left.
The sky was getting brighter, a plain white figure appeared in the ground craftsman's mansion.
"Brother Ning, what's the matter with you?" The boy asked worriedly.
"It's alright, I had a fight with someone and got some injuries, and I'll be fine in a while." Ning Chen patted the little guy's head and said tiredly.
"I'll help you go back to your room to rest," the little boy said.
"kindness"
Ning Chen did not refuse, and was supported by Xiaoyu and walked towards the backyard.
The little boy sent Ning Chen back to the room, daring not to disturb him any more, and carefully backed out.
"Don't worry, his life is harder than anyone else," the ground craftsman walked past and said lightly.
The little boy nodded, and the worry in his eyes was still clearly visible. Brother Ning was so powerful, who could hurt him to such an extent.
Inside the room, Ning Chen revolved his whole body, and the silver radiance rose, driving the surrounding heaven and earth aura to continuously wash away the poison on his body.
The tarsal poison continued to erode the left shoulder, and the black foam rolled and rolled deep into the flesh.
"Uh"
With a painful long hum, the air wave shook in the room, and the black poison dripped on the floor along with the clothes, and the corrosion continued. After a while, there was a mess in front of him.
The little boy was terrified as he listened to it outside the door, and even the ground craftsman frowned unconsciously. It seemed that this boy was seriously injured.
"The eldest princess arrives"
At this moment, there was a loud notification sound from outside the front hall, and the boy's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at the master beside him at a loss.
Brother Ning said that he must first hide his identity from the princess.
"What are you worried about, follow me to the front hall"
The ground carpenter scolded, then turned around and walked towards the front hall.
The little boy quickly followed, and before leaving, he glanced at the room uneasy, with worry in his eyes.
In the front hall, Li Youwei in a gorgeous dress waited quietly, a faint smile always hung on her charming face.
The little boy was still in charge of serving tea and pouring water. In the ground craftsman's mansion, there were very few people. Except for the three or five guards given by the royal family to guard the house, Xiaoyu had to do everything else.
"Little guy, where are you, Brother Ning?" Li Youwei asked Xiaoyu with a smile.
"changing clothes"
The little boy answered in a hurry.
The groundworker never liked these things, and continued to clean up his piles of iron lumps.
Cup after cup of tea, the little boy is very diligent, for fear that Li Youwei's cup will be empty.
After drinking three cups of tea, Li Youwei began to have some doubts. Looking at the little boy, she smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, tell the truth to my sister, where is your brother Ning?"
The little boy sweated on his forehead anxiously, put down the teapot, and said, "Her Royal Highness, don't be in a hurry, I'll urge you"
After speaking, the little boy turned and trotted towards the backyard.
Li Youwei was drinking the tea in the cup, and a thoughtful light flashed in her eyes. No matter how she looked at it, something was wrong. This little guy is not a person who is good at lying, and the flaws are too great.
Ning Chen was either not in the mansion, or something happened.
In the backyard, the little boy was rushing around in front of Ning Chen's door, but he didn't dare to knock on the door to disturb him.
After a while, Li Youwei came slowly, looked at the little guy who was turning around in front of the door, and looked directly at the room behind the latter.
The spiritual sense swept over, and was about to see what was going on. At this moment, the door creaked open, and the young figure walked out with a gentle smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, I made Her Royal Highness wait for a while."
"No problem"
Li Youwei narrowed her eyes and looked at the former, something was wrong.
Ning Chen stepped forward and pinched Xiaoyu's face. The little guy was very clever and helped him delay a lot of time.
The little boy grinned, and then secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, scaring him to death.
Li Youwei observed it carefully. After a long time, she finally saw that something was wrong. Her temperament, the current Ning Chen, gave people a sense of illusory remoteness, which was too unreal.
Perhaps Ning Chen was careless. After two battles, he tried his best to force the poison, and he couldn't hide his breath for a while, so he felt that he didn't have to use his normal life.
"Xiaoyu, it seems that your brother Ning's clothes are almost torn. After changing them, they are still torn." Li Youwei looked at the torn clothes on Ning Chen's body, laughed lightly, and said in a meaningful way.
The boy's face turned red, and he bowed his head in embarrassment.
Ning Chen looked at the damage on his clothes, feeling helpless, the blood was still grime, he could use True Qi to shake it away, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Xiaoyu, go get the needle and thread, I'll mend your clothes for you, Brother Ning," Li Youwei said.
"En" The little boy's face flashed with surprise, but he still answered obediently, and quickly ran to the room not far away.
Ning Chen didn't want Li Youwei to see the abnormality in her room, so she stretched out her hand and said politely, "Your Highness Princess, let's go to the front hall"
"En" Li Youwei nodded, turned and walked towards the front hall.
In the front hall, the two came and sat on both sides of the tea table. The little boy also ran back and handed the needle and thread to Li Youwei.
"Master, take off your coat," Li Youwei said softly.
Ning Chen hesitated for a moment, but still took off the outermost shirt and handed it over.
"Thank you, Your Royal Highness," Ning Chen thanked very seriously.
"Hands Up"
Li Youwei smiled, took the clothes, and replied, no matter what, this person is the person she wants to attract, and, just now, she felt again that she might really underestimate this young man.
Several sword marks on the clothes have been expelled, but Li Youwei can still see that this is a crack cut by the sword, and seeing the same crack on the former's close-fitting clothes, she understands a little in her heart.
Ning Chen didn't say anything, and Li Youwei didn't ask any more questions. Asking too much about these things will only increase estrangement and lies, and there is no need.
What she wants to know, her subordinates will help her to check, as long as in the Lihuo Dynasty, few things can be hidden from her eyes.
"Young master, have you ever heard something, a few days ago, a three-disaster powerhouse with a sword appeared in the southwest territory," Li Youwei said.
"Bang"
Hearing this news, the teacup that Ning Chen had just picked up shattered, the tea water splashed all over the body, the broken pieces of porcelain cut through the palms of his hands, and blood poured out of his hands.
Li Youwei raised her head, looking at the unconcealed shock in the former's eyes, her brows slightly wrinkled.
"Sir, be careful"
Li Youwei put down the clothes in her hand, got up and walked forward, took out a silk handkerchief from her arms, wiped the tea and blood on the former's hands, and carefully wrapped the wound. "Princess, please continue." Ning Chen suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and said slowly.