The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 29

With a green face, fangs, and sharp claws, the monster in front of him is called Qiwugui by the system. It is different from the modern beautified ghost image, and it should be more in line with the appearance recorded in ancient books.

Unsuspectingly, she turned her head, and the girl in red was facing such a strange existence.

It was just a momentary eye contact.

The sudden blood color floating in the darkness, those cold, evil, bloodshot pupils unscrupulously exude the smell of death.

Far beyond the limits of what humans can achieve, the sheer overwhelming mix of destructive urges and killing is there.

Creepy, the girl's body made the most understandable instinctive reaction.

scream.

Even though I have watched countless horror movies, I have long believed that there is nothing to be afraid of. Even if I understand that there are ghosts and monsters in this world, it is normal.

It was the first time Nan Sixian came into contact with this kind of thing, and he followed his instinct first, venting his trembling by screaming, even though it was meaningless.

Her piercing and reverberating broken voice can be called a song of death, enough to disturb the others in the same tomb and make them unable to sleep peacefully.If she is allowed to continue, maybe it will be more annoying than the attack of evil spirits?

In any case, there are definitely not a few people who have this idea unconsciously.

Fortunately, in just a moment, under the powerful self-comfort, she quickly regained her composure and closed her gaping mouth.

Just a little ghost.

She is not an ordinary person without the power to restrain a chicken, but a cultivator with a late stage foundation cultivation, and even a sword cultivator who is fearless with a sword in hand...?

Hey, no, wait!Where is her sword? !

The swords in the sword trial hall are not allowed to be taken out, so the one she used in sword practice has been put back properly!

In other words... the one who was suddenly teleported here doesn't have a sword at all!

The current Nan Sixian is just a rookie who has just learned a few moves of swordsmanship. He neither has profound sword energy cultivation nor has he mastered the moves to the point of referring to the sword. The level of being able to make moves without using a sword is still far away.

So, without a weapon, she has now turned back to that newcomer who only knows a few low-level five-element techniques.

"Anyway, it's just a kid from the initial dungeon! It can be solved without a sword!"

Nan Sixian cursed the cheating father of the system in his heart, squeezed the formula with his hand, and cheered himself up to Qi Wugui who had rushed over.

"Damn ghost, go back to hell for this lady! Scarlet Flame Curse!"

With a soft shout, the aura of heaven and earth instantly transformed into an unknown fire, burning continuously and condensing into a triangular arrow shape, bringing out a red line straight to Qi Wugui's chest.

The traditional Red Flame Curse is not bad, and it is also the main battle of the Fire Element. At this time, it has been strengthened by Nan Sixian's cultivation base that is close to the completion of foundation establishment. The power used is much stronger.

Although she doesn't expect to kill the dungeon boss in one go, at least it's okay to stop it and give herself a chance to plan a strategy, right?

However, although this Qi Wugui was only trained to devour the sealed soul, his strength should not be underestimated.

It's hard to tell if Nan Sixian is really using an advanced spell, it's equivalent to an entry-level monk's spell, not to mention blocking it, it can't even hurt it at all.

Evil ghosts cross the border, and the wind is haunting.

The faint fire light impacted in the blue wind, without making a ripple, it disappeared without a trace.

"how is this possible……!"

Nan Sixian yelled with a shocked expression as he hurriedly rolled over and flashed Qi Wugui's claws stretching out towards her heart.

#System Tips#Qi Wugui was born from the condensed souls of countless monks who were buried with the Ghost Emperor under the action of the Immortal Formation. Please treat the host with all your strength, otherwise you may die!

—— Meow, who the hell made this system!Why is it this hell difficulty every time!

Numbly backing back and leaning against the coffin, Nan Sixian frowned slightly, thinking about the hints in the system prompt.

This system seems to be half hidden and half mysterious every time. After several cheating experiences, she also has a little grasp of how to deal with the content of the prompts.

First of all, what it means by "putting out all your strength" probably means that she will definitely not be able to complete the task without using everything she can.Then, maybe she will die or something, just telling her that if she can't find a way to use her full strength, she will definitely die.

And the last point, because its task is not a time-delaying type, so I am afraid that no one will come to save him?

Well, there is no example for this, so we can reserve our opinion for the time being, but finding a way to do our best is the biggest breakthrough right now.

Fuxiqin, Mingyi Sword Jue, and Sword Intent, these three should be her strongest but unusable means at present, that is to say, they are the important conditions she must have to overcome this task.

If it is Fuxiqin, using it in this small space will definitely implicate yourself. If you want to only exert its effect on the enemy, then it must be the move that relies on the second string and the sword intent.

Zhiyin Wuxian, this ultimate move combining sword intent and Qin soul, relying on the overview of Mingyi sword art to spell out new power, I am afraid it is the correct solution to this difficulty.

Then the question of stringing the three methods together comes back again. Leaving aside the blessing of the sword-testing hall, does Nan Sixian have the ability to realize the sword alone? The most important foundation before all this is the sword. Existence is necessary.

————I don’t even have a usable sword, so why talk about enlightenment swords, creating sword moves!

Nan Sixian narrowly dodged Qi Wugui's culling again, sighed, and continued to think about the possibility that the status quo still exists.

Is there a model like the fairy sword left by the predecessors hidden in this tomb?No, the place is so obvious that there is nothing but a big beauty!

Is that asking her to step into the realm where everything can be a sword?That's not right, although this is not a profound realm, but it is impossible for her, a rookie who has only been in touch with swordsmanship for a few days, to do it.

Hey, if the Lingbao I got back then was not this Fuxiqin but a sword, it would be great, like Xuanyuan Sword or something...

This natural exclamation caused Nan Sixian's eyes to flash, and finally grasped her only possibility hidden deep inside!

If I remember correctly, she had previously transformed Fuxiqin into a red sword in Ji Xue's realm of consciousness.

According to Ji Xue, the realm of consciousness is reality, so she once thought that turning the piano into a sword is a real existence.

How did you do it back then...?

Clasping his head in both hands to recall, Nan Sixian ran around like a monkey, relying on the ability to see through Mingyi Sword Art to survive under the pursuit of Qi Wugui.

It seems that because I saw Ji Xue's murderous gesture, I felt very, very angry, unforgivable...

Fire, lit in the heart.

Then, no longer escaping according to his temper, he faced the black Ji Xue head-on...

He stopped resolutely, and raised his head angrily at Qi Wugui, a pair of red pupils that seemed to spew out flames.

Then, it was thought, the sea of ​​true knowledge in the cave rose out of thin air, turned into a harp, and a sword came out!

The aura of heaven and earth around Nan Sixian trembled with a dangerous smell, and the turbulent hot wind blew countless silks and silks dancing in the dark room.

Facing Qi Wugui's sharp claws, a breath gushes out as if expanding from his chest, Wujian swung himself as if holding the air in his right hand, a red light condensed into a simple sword shape!

"boom!"

In the gloomy tomb, there was a loud sound of gold and stone handover.

After the scorching and glaring aurora flashed past, tightly pressed together with Qi Wugui's life-threatening claws was the seemingly ordinary red ancient sword.

The whole red sword blade is engraved with the golden lines of the ancient gods, and a piece of flawless green jade is inlaid on the sword grid that looks like metal and paulownia wood.

Obviously not as unique as Ji Xue's ink sword, but it firmly locked her sight, and an indescribable sense of beauty rose from her heart.

Burning souls to wash away sins.

The moment the ancient sword came into being, these four words were engraved into Nan Sixian's mind like a brand.

This is, the name that belongs to this sword...?

Originally thought it was just the incarnation of Fuxiqin, could it be that she was wrong?

——Forget it, don’t care, anyway, this is enough to meet the conditions and defeat the Qi Wugui in front of you, right? !

The flames of war are blazing, so I don't have time to think about it.

One minute, one second.

Every time the time passed, Nan Sixian felt her heart beat faster and faster.

The blood is close to boiling, and the spiritual power is sublimated to a divine light.

That is from an ancient fighting spirit that has spanned thousands of years and cannot be extinguished even if it travels across the world.

The unprecedented filling of power, the desire to fight with both hands screaming, the madness that penetrates into the bone marrow is shouting loudly, fight, fight, fight!

This kind of impulse, like a heart-eating poppy, makes people intoxicated and addicted, but they can't stop it.

*, from the moment she held Burning Soul to cleanse her sins, she could no longer control it, only burning, burning again...

Nan Sixian felt his soul sinking into the abyss of flames, roaring violently as if being forced to squeeze by something——

Just use the sword, right?As long as you draw your sword, you will be freed from this scorching purgatory, right?

So, so be it...

The mind has fallen, and people follow the sword. Now, there is only one sword to fight through the ages, and the red flame swallows evil spirits!

Nan Sixian's pair of fiery red pupils flashed divine light, and the scorching soul who was standing with Qi Wugui's sins immediately burst into red light, and suddenly rose to the extreme temperature, burning Qi Wugui's sharp claws into bursts white smoke.

"hiss!!!!!!!!!!"

Shenhuo scorched his body and plunged into the abyss of soul, Qi Wugui with green face and fangs smashed Nan Sixian to the corner with all his strength, and screamed frantically, the already distorted ghost face became even more terrifying and frightening.

The unjust ghost who was originally restricted in his actions, in this unexpected situation that no one could have imagined, actually lifted the restriction that he could not kill people, showing his fierceness.

However, this did not interfere with Nan Sixian's movements at all.

A mouthful of dirty blood spewed out, but she still seemed not to care, and continued to swing her sword forward for a moment.

One sword after another, relying purely on strength and spiritual power to attack fiercely, without giving up a step, charge, charge again.

The upturned corner of the mouth is neither self-confidence nor complacency, it is ferocious, it is bloodthirsty, it is a trembling smile like a war ghost...

Not dodging or dodging, one sword for one claw, the two shadows colliding with each other, with exactly the same demeanor, swayed unlimited violence.

The flesh and blood fight that ran counter to the subtlety, mixed with unbearable laughter, dyed the dark tomb with a strange atmosphere.

At this moment, the boiling soul and burning flames concealed the girl in red who was mad with a sword, and she could no longer see her original appearance clearly, nor could she smell the familiar smell.

In the faint burning sound, there is only a piece of blood-stained red, writing, a frenzied rhyme...

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