redvbooks Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Chapter 9 The Myth of the Swordsman
In the dilapidated mansion of the Nan family, the Nascent Soul was unparalleled, and its power shook the sky, but it lost a sword intent.
The road is paved with snow, and the road is marked with ink.Mo Jian, who has been silent for a long time, mourns for his friends, kills for love, and tries to cultivate the immortal power.
"Hmph, bragging! Do you know who we are, who dare to stand in the way of the Immortal, and die!" Elder Long first reacted from the initial shock, stroking his long beard with his hand, and shouted with contempt on his face.
Although the woman in front of her has amazing sword intent, she has no aura, and her frail body has no trace of previous cultivation. She is just a mortal, so what is there to be afraid of!
At the same time, Lie Qing and Liu Rufeng also reacted exactly.
They remembered the embarrassment that they were temporarily intimidated by this strange woman before, and angrily released the coercion of a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, and shocked the white-haired woman who didn't know the heights and heights in front of them.
Unexpectedly, this heavy crushing like a mountain was lightly rejected by a handful of erratic broken snow, struggling far away but unable to move forward.
"Ji Xue, be careful!"
On the contrary, Nan Sixian, who was lying on the boat piano behind her, who had just fought against them, was horrified by the cultivation of Yuanying Patriarch, and yelled in worry.
"……Do not worry."
Hearing the sound, Ji Xue still didn't seem to put the three Nascent Soul cultivators in her eyes at all, but turned around and spoke to Nan Sixian in that familiar and intoxicating tone.
"Since I'm here, no one can hurt you anymore."
Seeing you again after a few months, she is still so cold and detached from the world, like a fairy who is not in the mortal world, making people intoxicated.
Even the system failed to give Nan Sixian a task for this catastrophe, presumably it must be a catastrophe for her, right?
Maybe he will die, maybe he will be reduced to a cauldron for the rest of his life, Nan Sixian sent people to find Jixue, but it was just a little comfort for himself.
According to that person's temperament, the disciples who are sent may not even be able to reach the small residence of the Zhu family, let alone see her?The little thought that I guessed is useless at all, right?
Unexpectedly, at the moment of death, this cold person, this lonely sword, cut through all sufferings, appeared here and started to kill.
When I left, I held back the tears I didn't shed, and couldn't restrain myself anymore.
The corners of Nan Sixian's eyes suddenly turned red, and two crystal clear eyes suddenly slid down her cheeks.
"Why did you come here!" the red-clothed girl cried out loudly to Ji Xue.
The words echoing in the flames are complaints, but also the sweetness that extends into the heart.
Why are you here?Obviously at that time there was no nostalgia for her, and it was so cold that it was chilling, but now it came out without authorization.
———Too cunning.
Ji Xue turned her head slightly, unable to look directly at Nan Sixian's eyes that were too emotional, but replied calmly: "Say, save you."
The answer that illuminates the darkness is a matter of course, and it is also a calmness born from the heart.
yes.She came here for no other reason than to save me.She sincerely asked for help, so she broke the precept and came here, it was extremely simple.
———Too capricious.
The cold beauty stood firmly in front of her with a sword in her hand, and her flying snow-colored hair seemed particularly alluring at this moment.
Deeply imprinting her ancient and calm tone into her heart, Nan Sixian's eyes brightened, and she covered her chest with her hands for a long time, unable to speak.
Maybe it's the snowy color that makes people bend, or maybe it's because it's fascinated by the beautiful scenery.
In short, she is fallen.
At this moment, I was hopeless, and I fell into the depths of that snow-colored green ink, and I couldn't extricate myself.
"Bold! You shameless witch! If you dare to be distracted in front of Yuanying Patriarch, if you don't get out of the way, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
After hundreds of years of Qing cultivation, Yuanying was born, but Lieqing's fiery temperament has not changed at all. How can the majesty of a strong man allow the woman in front of him to be so contemptuous?
I was so angry that I couldn't bear it.
He had no choice but to shout, ruining this rare and charming mood, and shaking Nan Sixian up from the swaying cliff.
"I said so."
The ink sword in Ji Xue's hand trembled, causing snowflakes to fly, killing intent froze in her brows, her voice cold and proud.
"If you want to die, come together!"
As a result, her words completely ignited the hearts of the three Nascent Soul cultivators.
Looking at the entire Nanming world, people of their identities are respected and admired wherever they go.
Now this strange woman, who is not even a cultivator, doesn't care about them at all, and treats them the same as those ordinary disciples, and even the Buddha would be so angry.
The hall masters who originally maintained their superior demeanor and did not kill innocent people gave up persuasion angrily, and each operated the secret method, and the spiritual energy of the whole body was agitated, and it was the ultimate killer move!
Long Lao's long sleeves waved out a piece of mountain rock debris, and then drew a circle with both hands, pinching the mountain and mist strength formula.
Under the urging of profound cultivation, the little debris showed its true appearance in the mid-air, and a mysterious formation was formed between the hook and movement joints, urging the aura of the top-grade magic weapon to surge in the sky.
Yuanying's supernatural power, armed with the formation diagram and method, bombards and kills, its momentum is unstoppable, like the weight of Mount Tai.
"Ignorant child, talking nonsense, under the map of the mountain, go to hell and regret it!"
Looking at Lie Qing again, he is also unyielding.He steps on the Big Dipper, fists and dances to gather the different fires of the stars.
As the green robe fluttered with the wind, a cold flame in the heart suddenly ignited on the fist, and the light in the eyes suddenly appeared, and the cultivation base of hundreds of years surged to the extreme, destroying the world with the power of thunder and fire, and swallowing the wasteland with power.With another punch, Flowing Fire and Thunder Flash went straight to Ji Xue's face.
"Provoke the dignity of the strong, you are killing yourself! Thundering and burning, go!"
And that Liu Rufeng thought differently from the two of them.His slender eyes raised coldly, and his footsteps moved quickly, stepping out of the wild wind and turning quickly, causing the monk's body to turn into fog, and he disappeared without a trace while flying.
The next moment, I saw a black shadow in the breeze, appearing against the light!
With dark eyes, there was a silent killing knife, and the cold wind pointed directly at the fatal points on Ji Xue's back and waist.
The three Nascent Soul powerhouses meet with extreme moves, and in an instant, the power of heaven shakes the field, and the spiritual energy surges, and its power is magnificent and mysterious.
But at this time when people should look up and worship———
Suddenly, the wind and clouds were surging, the sky was covered with snow and ink, and a little bit of cold light attracted endless sword intent to break through the sky awe-inspiringly.
"Sword, Canglang."
With a soft moan, the world turned pale.With Xue San's move, and the sword marks inspired, the whole space seems to have escaped into the most beautiful illusion, and all colors retreated, leaving only the pale ice field that reflects the heart.
Immediately, the ice shattered and dust flew, and the awe-inspiring sword intent continued like an angry wave hitting a cliff.The cold sword shadow greets the incomparable power of the Nascent Soul, lighting a lamp will not break the ice, it is beyond the dust!
The mind is as clear as a mirror, without any wavering, Ji Xue turned the blade of the sword in his hand, and the sky was full of snow, and the charm of the sword was full of rhythm.
The formation map that is heavier than Mount Tai, the rigid fist that sprays thunder and ignites fire, and the shadow knife that is as cold as darkness, but with a light touch, all of them turn into bits of broken ice, surrounding the edge of the snowy sword, adding a sword style for nothing Several times the power!
In times of crisis, there was no time to change their tactics, and the three Long Laos had no choice but to grit their teeth in astonishment, using the vigorous physique of a cultivator to resist Ji Xue's pure sword spirit.
Of course, fighting sword intent with the body is really a joke of ignorance.Under the sound of thundering from the sky, the three elders of Long suddenly appeared vermilion, and the outcome was decided.
The strong meet at the top, the silent ones show their sword intent, and the powerful ones who break through the cultivator scream with extreme moves.
In the end... Nascent Soul stage monks, defeated!
"How is it possible, how is this possible!" Lie Qing was covered in bloodstains all over his body, his bun was cut off, and his long hair was scattered like crazy, shouting in disbelief.
What this blunt and fiery cultivator yelled was the shock shared by the three on the spot.
You must know that in this Southern Ming Realm, Nascent Soul monks are not uncommon, but they are undoubtedly synonymous with strength and detachment.
Except for those old guys who have practiced for tens of thousands of years, there are very few who can crush this level.But now with the combined strength of the three of them, they can't even stop the white-haired woman in front of her with a sword, which is simply shocking.
"This trick ends."
With a wave of her jade hand, the ice and snow scattered all over the sky, Ji Xue raised her two fingers and wiped the bloodthirsty front marks of the ink sword, without raising her eyes, she spoke coldly and proudly.
"The next sword... leads the way to the Underworld!"
He didn't consider other people's feelings at all, and the swordsman, who had no interest and didn't want to entangle, wanted to kill, and his words were a threat.
Ordinarily, the three Long Laos should know that they are invincible and retreat obediently, but if their Dao heart is shaken at this time, won't the road to immortality be even more elusive in the future, and how can others be insulted by the prestige of ascending to the immortals?
"Junior Brother Lie! Junior Brother Liu!" Sensing Ji Xue's terrifying murderous intent head-on, Long Lao hurriedly called out in horror, "This witch is extremely weird, so don't take it lightly. Follow me to sacrifice the master's red phosphorous sword array, Slay demons and eliminate demons!"
Lie Liu and Lie Liu didn't have any hesitation when they heard the words. They immediately held up their natal seals and gathered the spiritual power of the three of them in Longlao's body, aiming at sacrificing the corner of the red phosphorus sword array that Taoist Qingming left them with enlightenment. .
Long Lao Hao exerted his skills to make the Dao seal, and concentrated on urging his master to keep his moves, just to get a slim chance of victory.
At the time of crisis, the spiritual powers of the three Nascent Soul stage cultivators united into one, and their momentum shook the sky.But in the blink of an eye, above the fiery sky, a simple and simple sword shadow descended into the world.
The ear-shattering sound of the sword screamed for thousands of miles, but seeing the swords in the hands of thousands of sword-wielding disciples flying out of their hands one after another, they came to meet the sword shadow and bow down.
Immediately afterwards, the body of the sword formed an array, the spirit of the sword gave birth to a beast, and the red phosphorous dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws, reappearing in the world with its monstrous sword intent.
Seeing that the master's sword formation, which has the strength of a full-strength strike during the fusion period, has been completed.
Elder Long showed joy and shouted, "Demon girl, die!"
"For the competition in the sword world, if the recruiter comes in person, it may be worthy of a battle."
The cold light in Ji Xue's eyes dimmed, the black sword in her hand moaned endlessly, with a bit of displeasure on her face, she said in a cold voice.
"However, the sword has no heart, and the man has no intention. The brute force dances around, and the famous sword is covered with dust! You guys have aroused my killing intent even more."
As soon as his body sank, the snow-colored swordsman fully lifted his inner energy and showed his unworldly roots.With a thought, the sword points to the sea, and the blue ink covers the sky, and the world is dyed into a famous old painting in a freehand splash!
"Sword realm, no light."
With the words spoken and the sword gone, only the black and white world was left, and even the last bit of light was swallowed up by the majestic sword intent.
Under the pressure of the bottomless darkness sword, Long Lao San could not move, could not speak, even the red phosphorous dragon was suppressed by the sword qi lockshen, and could only be overshadowed unwillingly.
I can only see that the conspicuous white, the figure flows or dances or stops, and there is no trace of ink, which leads to the beginning of the fall of the cultivator. The Elegy Sword Code.
Slaughtering, and the end of the supreme sword intent of beauty, mourning, and sacrifice with biting and thorough obsession.
Wu Guang swung his sword at the end, it was lamentation, regret, and even more regret, it was against the sword and against the person.
"The song is over."
Yu Luo sword closed, Ji Xue looked indifferent, waving her sleeves and hands behind her back, ignoring thousands of scrap irons scattered in disastrous defeat, with steady steps, crushing the black color, stepping into life and death.
Looking back, the green ink is gone, and the world is back to colorful.
But... the scene remains the same, but the person has passed away.
The bodies of Long Lao and the other three were no longer life-supporting, and they fell to the ground with a crash, but they couldn't even escape from their original souls? !
Souls are destroyed!
The power of Ji Xue's sword shocked the monks all over the world, and the legend of the undefeated swordsman began from this——