[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Ding Nvxia, the wife of the Zuo envoy

The footsteps were getting closer.

In this weedy field, the shed specially erected by Ding Minjun for practicing is very conspicuous, and as expected, the man turned his walking steps and walked straight towards her.

This person's breathing was shallow and slow, and his footsteps were almost silent. He was obviously a master.He was obviously in the wilderness, but the other party seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, brushing aside the weeds covering him casually, and walked out unhurriedly.

Ding Minjun hid sideways behind the gauze curtain, peeking at the appearance of the approaching person from the gap, and suddenly took a breath.

man!

What appeared was a man in a white coarse cloth robe!

She is so disheveled and embarrassed, she must not let a strange man see her!

Ding Minjun's eyes were fierce, and before he could see the other person's appearance clearly, he threw the ice soul silver needle in his hand at his face without hesitation, with the intention of blinding his eyes.Don't blame her for being vicious, if you want to blame it, you can only blame him for his bad luck, for appearing here at this time, he deserves to be blind.

She thought that she had the upper hand, and she would be able to succeed in a sneak attack while she was unprepared, but she didn't expect that the man had his hands behind his back, and his walking steps did not change at all. The three ice soul silver needles with tricky angles were opened.

Ding Minjun was shocked, his already pale face became even paler, he knew that not only was this person not a target to be beheaded at will, but maybe his martial arts were even better than hers.If she was not injured, she might still have the strength to fight, but now she is seriously injured, her internal energy is extremely disordered, and the skill she can use may be less than [-]%.

If she is smart enough to understand current affairs, the best way is to show weakness and beg for mercy, and save her life first before considering other things.But Ding Minjun has a tough temper, and he will never bow his head easily until the last moment. Even if he hurts the enemy by a thousand, he must achieve his goal.

Without waiting for the other party to make a move, she held her breath and flew out from behind the gauze tent, using the reflection of the sun on the scabbard, when the other party couldn't help closing her eyes due to the dazzling light, she raised her long sword straight stabbed him in the chest—

It was too late and then quickly, I saw the tip of the man's ears move, his long legs swept back half a circle, leading his body to the side, and his right hand, which was originally carried behind his back, was raised, and he clamped it with two fingers like electricity. Touching the tip of the sword stabbing at his heart, the fingertips of the other hand curled up, flicked lightly on the sword, and there was a clang, and the long sword made of fine steel suddenly buzzed like thin paper. Broken into several pieces.

After the sword was shattered, the strong internal force still persisted. It hit Ding Minjun's arm holding the sword, which immediately made her arm go numb, and she let go of the fingers holding the sword hilt.The remaining half of the broken sword fell to the ground and sank into the wild grass half a person's height.

Before she could react, the opponent had turned a hook into a palm, and the powerful palm wind came straight to her face.Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she wanted to escape, but her body refused to control her body, and she froze on the spot in a daze.

Just when she thought she was going to die, the opponent suddenly stopped before hitting her, and only the still strong palm was slapped on her face, making her unable to help but close her eyes, the corners of which could not be controlled. A drop of tears came from the ground.

After a while, Ding Minjun's eyelashes trembled slightly, he slowly opened his eyes, and looked over in disbelief, facing a pair of obsidian-like star pupils.It wasn't until this moment that she finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

This person is about thirty years old, with sword eyebrows slanting into the temples, narrow and sharp eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips that are not pimples, seemingly ruthless but affectionate, handsome and unrestrained, beautiful.

She was slightly taken aback, and the sound of her heartbeat suddenly inexplicably became louder. Before she could recover, she saw the man's lips curled up playfully, and he patted her shoulder lightly.

Ding Minjun was already at the end of his strength, and had exhausted all his strength just standing, even if the opponent didn't use any force at all, she still couldn't hold on and fell down.

The man saw that she was lying on the ground sideways, unable to move, so he took half a step forward. Ding Minjun's heart trembled slightly, and he subconsciously moved his body back to get away from him, but his eyes were still fixed on him secretly. be on guard.

The Ice Soul silver needle thrown just now was dodged by this man and sank into the branch of the dead tree beside him. It was immediately scorched black, obviously extremely poisonous.The other party seemed to recognize this hidden weapon, raised his eyebrows lightly, turned his head and looked at her with a half-smile and asked, "Ice Soul Silver Needle? What is your relationship with Li Mochou, the Chilian Fairy back then? "

Ding Minjun couldn't help but tense in his heart, but he maintained his composure on the face, he looked away with a soft snort, lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

The other party didn't seem to intend to get to the bottom of it. He only asked this question, and he didn't force her when she didn't speak.Ding Minjun waited for a long while but still didn't hear him speak, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. This kind of silence as if waiting for the guillotine to fall to the ground was really unbearable. She frowned and was about to say something, but suddenly felt her waist loosen. The clothes that had been put on hastily fell apart at some point, and accidentally slipped off her shoulders, revealing a white and slender neck and half of a smooth and moist chest.

Her mind went blank, and she suddenly caught sight of the other party's gaze turning away quietly, as if hit by a heavy hammer, a buzzing sounded in her ears, and her face instantly turned pale.With trembling hands, she hastily pulled up the slipped skirt and held it tightly in front of her chest, cursing angrily, "You idiot!"

The other party had already turned their eyes away, but after being dubbed a "disciple" for no reason, he immediately sneered and decided to fulfill this trumped-up charge as she wished, so he turned around and lifted his robe. He squatted down in front of her with his knees bent, deliberately scrutinized her from head to toe with extremely critical eyes.

The knuckles of Ding Minjun's fingers holding the front of his clothes turned white, and he felt that every inch of skin on his body was almost burning with shame.She was frightened and angry at the same time, her eyes fixed on the other person, believing that if the gaze could be turned into a sharp sword, the man in front of her would have been cut to pieces by her!

After looking at her, the man looked around again, and easily found the expected thing not far away.

He picked up the booklet bound with tanned animal skins, shook the grass, and looked down at the four large characters on the cover: Jade Heart Sutra.

There was an imperceptible wave in the deep star pupils, he turned to a certain page, laid it flat under Ding Minjun's eyelids, pointed at the line of words with his knuckle fingers, and said lightly: "' This exercise has to be practiced by two people together, supporting each other, otherwise the minor ones will be seriously injured, and the major ones will be killed.’ It’s all written so clearly and you dare to practice it by yourself, aren’t you stupid and blind?”

Ding Minjun was seriously injured, and he was so casually run over by him, he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, the other party seemed not expecting her to be so easily vomited blood, and hurriedly moved away After two steps, blood stains still splashed onto the hem of his robe, like red plums in snow, really conspicuous.

He looked down, then frowned and looked at her again, as if a little disgusted.

Ding Minjun only felt deeply humiliated, and was almost dazzled by anger. He insisted on carrying the risk of further aggravating the internal injury, concentrated all the internal energy he could mobilize into his right hand, and slapped him on the chest with the thought of dying together. .