Before the sword could be slashed down, the chirp of a bird sounded in the ears.
The light in Ms. Bai’s eyes was suddenly devoured. The moment the light flashed away, a sword slit her throat like a machete, causing the armor on her neck to crack and then break all of a sudden. The black figure that turned into a blade didn’t badger but held Ning Changjiu, wrapped him up, and then disappeared into the darkness.
Ms. Bai raised her head indifferently and looked ahead.
A figure was mirrored in her crystalline eyes. That was a good-looking young person dressed up as a man, holding a red umbrella and a sword, and wearing a ponytail, who was surrounded by a big dark bird. “Zhao Xiang’er” wearing a white dress had been carried by her big bird and dragged to her.
Ms. Bai couldn’t be sure of her identity for now. Was he...Ning Changjiu?
Now, Ms. Bai’s mind was in a muddle. She had lost most of her memory and all she remem
Covered by Jiuyu, Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang’er thought they could stall the time until Ms. Bai exhausted her divinity and fell apart. After Ms. Bai died, Zhao Xiang’er would cut off the world which was on the verge of collapse with Jiuyu as the sword. In this way, they could get out of here first whilst the balance of Fengdu could be maintained. Then, they could figure out a way to destroy Fengdu from outside so that the people still alive within the city could be saved.However, everything was ruined by Ms. Bai’s crazy behavior afterward.The flowing flame glistened in the dark sky.That was the sword fire with her body as the sword as well as the corpse fire burning on the bone.By Yellow Spring, the young girl in plain clothes was blindfolded with black cloth so that she wouldn’t see the fire coming from the sky. Covering her ears, she was so afraid and couldn’t help calling a name, “Han Fu.”That was the
The world was like a dark bowl upturned above the city.The darkness seemed like the uncrossable sea. The Yin wind was like the tide sweeping across the world. The sin and beauty of death were like the manjusaka blooming by Yellow Spring, which returned to the darkness after the extreme fascination.In the west of the city, the great sword fire was still surging heavily. The majority of the umbrella surface was burned off, exposing hundreds of dense umbrella ribs.Zhao Xiang’er raised her head. The sword tip had pierced through the middle of her eyebrows for a few centimeters. The blood dripped down across her fair-skinned cheeks and reached the corners of her lips. She puckered her lips, making her lips like the petals in late spring.In the infinite darkness behind Ms. Bai, a shaft of golden light illuminated.The light came from the north of Linhe City and landed in the south of Linhe City. Its trajectory was
Maybe the officials kneeling at the edge of the big hotel failed to hear the noise there but Lu Jiajia had cultivated many years so she could hear and see clearly. Just now, she heard the subtle fighting noise clearly. Her earlobes that were as crystalline as amber appeared somewhat rosy under the sunlight. She hesitated for a while and then walked over there with her sword against the sunlight.Covering the golden crow, Ning Xiaoling was so happy to meet Lu Jiajia and hastened to go forward, saying with a salute, “Master, long time no see.”Lu Jiajia stroked her head with a soft countenance mingled with satisfaction and delight, saying smilingly, “I’m glad that you are fine. What has happened over the past month? And how did you get it through?”Several days ago, the Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect was reopened. The disciples all returned to the sect from their New Year holiday one after another while Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling were not
An oil lamp was lit on the desk. Zhao Xiang’er sat on the chair, one hand placed on her belly. The back of her hand was pressed by the elbow of the other arm. She lowered her head, unfolded the letter of apology with one hand and read it out gently.“Dear Miss Zhao, I’ve thought about this back and forth. Deep in my heart, I feel guilty about you. Therefore, I’m writing this letter to seek your forgiveness.”How hypocritical... Zhao Xiang’er read the letter softly with a straight face. With her eyes glistening, she read on.“Over the past month, you’ve spared no effort to help forge my body and enhance my stamina. Whenever I think of this, I’m deeply touched though I may whine about it.“You are an exalted empress but you still explained the sword method and fist method to me with skill and patience. Moreover, you even cooked a meal for us, which tasted so amazing that I would never forget it for the rest of my life.”
After saying that, Ning Changjiu stopped and looked at Lu Jiajia calmly, hoping that she could catch a glimpse of a bit of sincerity in his eyes.Lu Jiajia slightly hedged and stared at Ning Changjiu for a while, asking, “What do you plan to do?”Ning Changjiu said, “You can check my body first.”“Who wants to check...” Lu Jiajia knitted her eyebrows and looked at his casual eyes. She didn’t understand what he meant until she hesitated for a while. She shut her mouth and felt ashamed of what she had thought. Then, she pulled a long face and said, “Come here.”Ning Changjiu walked to her.Lu Jiajia raised her hand and stuck her fingers out of the sleeve to point at the middle of his eyebrows.Lu Jiajia closed her eyes and spread her consciousness, which got into his body through the middle of his eyebrows. Going through his spiritual meridians and the acupoints, her consciousness finally arrived at t
Lu Jiajia slightly curled her fingers, the sword intent around which dissipated like electricity. In the past, if she exerted her skill of the sword and the spirit in one, she needed to summon her sword spirit like the innate spirit. However, this time, when she drew the intangible sword, the sword chirp lingered in her heart, shaking her body like an iron sword fetus full of clangs.Yan Feng stood up straight and looked at the blood on his palm, his eyes in disbelief. Anyhow, he couldn’t understand how Lu Jiajia struck such a sword with her capability of the middle stage of the realm of Long Life.Lu Jiajia stared at the miserable look of Yan Feng, saying in a cold voice, “Do you want to continue?”Yan Feng’s white sackcloth was stained with much blood. The blood seeped through his fingers and dripped to the grassland. He raised his head and looked gloomy, saying, “Peak Master, your sword method is so profound. I wonder whether you can
Yan Zhou’s sword posture was strange. Now, he was standing with his left leg on the ground and the other leg on this knee. He leaned backward in an exaggerated way and his white beard and hair were hanging. He looked as if drinking but there was no wine pot on his hand but a sword. The sword grazed across his face and pointed at the ground in a bending manner. He was like an arch bridge.This posture didn’t sustain too long. Yan Zhou suddenly stood up straight as if an arhat altered his move in the dream. As he twisted and turned around, his robe was like a cutting knife. With a whoosh, he slumped over the ground. The sword went along a weird trajectory and got held into his arms. His body fell with face upward but his collars were still somewhat away from the ground.Ning Changjiu found the sword posture a bit familiar but he couldn’t recall where he had seen it.Then, Yan Zhou’s body touched the ground and his hands loosened.
A light was burning dimly in the room. Ning Xiaoling crept into the room and sensed the vague sword Qi. She turned her head and saw her fellow disciple sitting on the bed in meditation alone with a serious countenance. He seemed not to notice her arrival.Ning Xiaoling let out a sigh of relief, thinking that her current cultivation level was too high for her fellow disciple to found her appearance.She snickered and felt more confident about her mastery of the Taoist Hidden Breathing Techniques. Then, she turned around, closed the door gently and sneaked to her fellow disciple to observe his face during cultivation, feeling that he was more or less like the fallen immortal in the story.She was a bit confused. Every wing room was equipped with the cattail hassock for the disciple. Why did her fellow disciple have to sit on the bed for cultivation? Well... The quilt was somewhat messy. Her fellow disciple was always a tidy and decent man.