Heavenly practice

Chapter 207 Nine Nether Swords

"laugh--"

Just as Xue Junmi pierced the black mist with his long sword, a fiery red wedding dress suddenly appeared in front of him. The long sword pierced through the wedding dress. When it was split into two, a black figure appeared in front of him like a ghost, with a hand as shiny as jade Stab his eyes.

Xue Junmi was startled, but it was too late to retreat, at this moment a red silk was blocking the hand in front of him, Xue Junmi tapped the red silk on his toes and turned back.

"Brother!"

Not far away, Ning Feiyue hurried over, still holding the red silk in his hand.

Xue Junmi was about to let her avoid him, when he suddenly saw her looking behind him in horror, his heart skipped a beat and he said badly.

It was too late to swing the sword and turn around, the scene where a frivolous person once turned the sword energy into the protective energy appeared in his mind, Xue Junmi simply fought, stabbing the sword into the ground with all the luck, and devoted himself to the sword intent, forgetting danger behind.

"Crack-"

A strange breaking sound sounded suddenly, and Xue Junmi's tense muscles were pressed into a cool embrace.

"The sword is for survival, not forgetting death."

The person who held him in his arms whispered in his ear, "Do you want to die?"

"..."

Xue Junmi was stunned for a moment and immediately recognized the owner of the voice. After being shocked, the scene when someone left last time appeared in his mind again, his cheeks flushed, and he pushed the other person away angrily and turned to look over.

The person standing in front of him was dressed in azure blue clothes, with a flirtatious smile on his face, holding a folding fan, just like a dandy, but standing behind him was a female ghost with a broken wrist. This scene is really weird.

Xue Junmi regained his fighting spirit, pointed his sword at the ghostly woman behind him, and said with deep eyes, "It really is you, Mrs. Lian Er."

"My name is Qin Si, Mr. Xue is polite."

Qin Siyan smiled at Yanyan, holding a severed hand with a pale complexion in her left hand, and nodded at him, exactly the same as before.

"Qin Si?"

Xue Junmi was startled, "You are Qin Si? Then..."

"That girl should be called Qiutang." Qin Si looked at him with a smile.

Begonia...

Xue Junmi suddenly remembered where he had heard this name, it was obviously the name of the missing female disciple from Luan Tianmen.

He cast his eyes on the black mist, Shen Zhuo's long hair scattered on the ground was swept up by Qin Si, the restraint formation had been broken, the black mist had escaped, and he was standing behind Qin Si at this moment.

"Are you the person who pretended to be Bai Yuanhong back then?" Xue Junmi asked coldly.

Hei Wu didn't look at him, but his eyes fell on Qin Huang and he laughed coldly, "Another evildoer."

Qin Huang smiled coldly, this was the first time in tens of thousands of years that he was looked down upon so much.

"Xiao Junmi, stand back and let me teach you what sword intent is."

Qin Huang's tone was casual, but the folding fan in his hand slowly closed.

It was rare for him to be serious, and Xue Junmi didn't refute the words in his words, and simply retreated and landed beside Shen Zhuo.

"Where's Uncle Jiang Li?" Shen Zhuo asked.

"I don't know..."

Xue Junmi's face was ugly, "Last night, I was safe and sound after I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I found that the sky in Liangcheng was completely dark, and there was no life in the city lord's mansion. My uncle and the people from Luantianmen were gone. When we came out, we only saw Feiyue, and after we walked out of the city lord's mansion, we found that there is no living person in this whole Liangcheng, it is already a dead city."

"It's always hidden somewhere in the city."

After Shen Zhuo finished speaking, he took out a black mouse from his sleeve and put it on the ground, and it quickly disappeared.

Ning Feiyue's face turned pale, "This is... that Wujin?"

"Ah."

Shen Zhuo looked at her, "Tell me what happened to you."

"Same as Senior Brother Xue, except that I woke up early."

"You never sent me to the sedan chair?"

"...Are you in the sedan chair?!"

Seeing that Ning Feiyue's face changed drastically, Shen Zhuo understood that it seemed that it had been an illusion since he got on the sedan chair.

Ning Feiyue looked serious, and pointed to a jade pendant on her neck, "This jade pendant can predict good and bad times, so take the initiative to protect me, otherwise I will be hurt by that monster that suddenly broke in."

"monster?"

What did Shen Zhuo think of, "Can you see clearly what that monster looks like?"

"No, it moves too fast, even my red silk can't keep up with its speed, and I can't hurt it at all. I can only run away, and then I met Senior Brother Xue."

Ning Feiyue bit her lip and looked at him worriedly, "That monster is at least in the Nascent Soul Realm."

Shen Zhuo didn't show a shocked expression, instead he pondered for a moment, then cast his eyes on Qin Si.

"Do you know Su Tianming?"

"know."

"Where is he?"

"he is--"

Qin Si raised her red lips, "Behind you."

Shen Zhuo's pupils shrank, and a gust of wind came from his back the next moment.

"go with!"

Ning Feiyue yelled, and the three-foot red silk suddenly flew out to block behind Shen Zhuo, but the red silk had already been pierced by Qin Si just now, and the monster that rushed out from nowhere actually came directly from the hole. The entire piece of red silk was torn apart, and Ning Feiyue was hit on the shoulder by the monster, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground behind her.

As soon as Shen Zhuo caught her, the monster quickly rushed in front of him, but he couldn't avoid it, he pulled out the hairpin from his head and stabbed straight at it.

The human-shaped monster with long white hair moved extremely fast and reacted extremely sensitively. It could naturally avoid Shen Zhuo's move, but it stopped in its tracks, as if it had been immobilized by something.

Shen Zhuo's eyes froze, and he took the white dragon jade hairpin and sent it forward fiercely, directly piercing it into the monster's forehead.

The monster let out a breath with its head on its back, and the white hair on its head was lifted, revealing the face hidden under the hair.

"Su Tianming?!"

Ning Feiyue exclaimed with a pale face, and was pushed into Xue Junmi's arms by Shen Zhuo.

"Follow Wu Jin to find someone."

"Ah."

Xue Junmi didn't ask anything, just nodded and left with Ning Feiyue.

Qin Huang slashed out a sword light, and glanced at Xue Junmi with a smile in his eyes, "I didn't even look at me..."

"Stop being coquettish, let's deal with the opponent first." Shen Zhuo stood on the ground and looked at someone who fell on the roof and said.

But Qin Huang could hear the meaning, looked at the black mist in front of him and asked, "Madam seems to want to kill this person very much?"

The jade hairpin in Shen Zhuo's hand was still pierced between Su Tianming's eyebrows, and there was a female ghost Qin Si standing behind him, who really didn't have the heart to play with him, so she said coldly, "I'll talk about it after I kill you, otherwise you will regret it too."

Qin Huang's eyes froze. He actually trusted Shen Zhuo's words, and he also liked his threats. After all, he was chosen by the Lord and had a relationship with Tianming Pavilion, so he had to believe it if he didn't believe it.

"Since that's the case, let's get serious."

Qin Huang's hand holding the folding fan shook lightly, the shape of the folding fan suddenly elongated, and slowly transformed into a glazed long sword. You can clearly see the pattern on the sword, but you can't see the real shape of the sword appearance.

In ancient Yingzhou, there was a mountain named Kunyue, which lived in the Canglinyu clan, and when the clan was extinct, there were monks who forged Kunyue Mountain into a sword, also known as Kunyue.

Seeing his movements, Hei Wu was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing, but Qin Huang would not give him the slightest retreat.

The colorless long sword in his hand slowly took shape, and in the dark night, a sharp wind swept across the entire Liangcheng from under his feet, silently, and a mysterious aura suddenly filled the world, like a pervasive killing intent, like It was a cold and evil ghost, covering the entire sky of Liangcheng with thousands of howls.

Qin Si frowned slightly with a gentle smile on her face, looked at the sword in Qin Huang's hand on the roof, "So much resentment..."

"That was originally a sword composed of the resentment of thousands of ghosts."

Countless tiny silver runes emerged from Shen Zhuo's fingertips, and all of them followed the silver hairpin into Su Tianming's purple palace between the brows, watching his pure black pupils without a trace of white suddenly lose their brilliance.

"Kunyue is not just a sword made of Kunyue Mountains, but a sword made of thousands of ghosts who died tragically in Kunyue—the Sword of Nine Netherness."