The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 8 Are You Afraid of the Most Beautiful Girl in the World Calling for Help?

When the time comes to another season of late autumn, the maple trees in Tingfeng Valley also begin to gradually turn red, which is very beautiful.

However, one of the embarrassing figures who hurried in made the rare autumn maple's artistic conception a bit less colorful, and the owner of the valley couldn't help frowning.

"Senior Ji! The junior Nan Family cultivator, Nan Fengming. I am here to ask for an audience by the order of the patriarch, and please guide me!"

Tingfeng Valley is thick with fog, and there are mysterious power barriers that prevent practitioners from exploring the way with their spiritual consciousness.Even if the young man was guided by that person, he really couldn't find Ji Xue's hermitage, so he could only open his mouth and let out a long howl, hoping that the other party could hear him.

Given that Nan Fengming's cultivation level is at the ninth level of Qi training, and his long cry is majestic and powerful, it is expected that even if the opponent is deep in the valley, he can still hear it.However, he thought to be on the safe side, so he kept puffing up and shouting several times, trying to meet the other party as soon as possible.

It's about the life and death of the Nan family, so don't delay!

But what he never expected was that even if he shouted until his throat felt a little uncomfortable, the empty valley was still an empty valley, the dense fog was still dense fog, and no one answered.

Could it be that the senior is no longer here?Nan Fengming, who was already anxious, became even more anxious when he was helpless, not knowing what to do.

But there is a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and there is no room for loss. His eyes flashed fiercely, and under the urging of his spiritual consciousness, the natal magic weapon, the Luoying Sword, sprang out from the sea of ​​consciousness at the command, and he used it instantly.

The low-grade magic weapon was powerful and powerful, and Nan Fengming recited the mysterious formula again, causing a gust of wind to blow across the red maple forest.

The sword condenses the spirit of the sky, and his method is extreme. His eyes transmit divine light, and dozens of metal aura lights travel along the meridians in the monk's body from the sea of ​​​​qi to his arms, and then attach to the sword.

Then, he slashed the tip of the sword steadily, and moved the hand formula in conjunction with the sword move, and saw a majestic sword light sweeping and shooting straight into the depths of the valley.

If the shouts and the like cannot be heard for a while, then the attack must not be ignored, right?

As for whether it would hurt someone, he didn't think about it at all.

Those who can really help the Nan family will not be hurt by a qi training rookie like him.Even if it is a sneak attack, the person who will be injured by him is nothing more than a trash who deceives the world and steals his name.

Weak people don't need to pay attention.

The Luoying Sword's light was extremely sharp, cutting off several maple reds in an instant.Seeing that it would continue to destroy the beauty of nature, there was only a cold snort resounding through the valley, shaking Nan Fengming's heart.

The red sword aura, like autumn maple returning to the dust and sunset at dusk, carrying the beautiful and fleeting meaning of the setting sun, engulfed Nan Fengming's cultivation skills awe-inspiringly.

Afterwards, several points of sharp light were divided out of thin air, frequently leaving a point-stop red mark on every vital point of his body, only the tiger's mouth where the hand holding the sword spattered blood as if being oppressed by a huge force, forcing De Luoying sword flew out of his hand.

A sword startled God.Nan Fengming clenched his teeth, his face turned pale, and he tried his best not to let out a horrifying howl, but the fear that could not go away in his heart became more and more obvious.

Originally, he heard that there was a friend who made Miss Chang lived in seclusion here, so he thought that at most it was better than Miss Chang in the later stage of foundation establishment, and at most it was a step into the Golden Core.

But the power of her casual sword is at least comparable to that of her ancestor's full-strength strike, no, I'm afraid it even has the destructive power of the Nascent Soul Stage!

———How could it be possible that such a formidable cultivator would be friends with that useless elder lady? !

Could it be... the friendship between the two cultivators?

This can also explain why the eldest lady in the body training stage can build a foundation in one leap, but is not good at various basic formulas.

All sorts of confused and confusing doubts flashed in his heart, Nan Fengming suddenly remembered the purpose of this trip, and quickly settled down to clear away the boring reverie.

"Junior Nan Fengming from the Nan family, was ordered by the patriarch to pay respects to Senior Ji, and hoped that Senior would go out and have a talk!" Nanfeng Mingfu yelled loudly after bowing his hands together.

Now that she has made a move, Ji Xue naturally has the intention of meeting the guests.Dang even saw a sword light like snow and jade coming out through the fog, cutting a passage to the small residence of the Zhu family for unexpected visitors.

After running for a few breaths, Nan Fengming finally got his wish and came to Zhu's Xiaoju.

He glanced at the courtyard, but he didn't want to be different from his previous guess.There is no advanced cultivator as he imagined here, only a white-haired woman with a cold expression, dressed in black and white fleece, standing with her hands behind her back staring at the strange black sword in front of her.

"You...are you Senior Ji?!" Nan Fengming asked in astonishment in disbelief.

You must know that there are very few monks in this world who can gain the Tao as a woman, let alone embark on the bitter and difficult path of sword cultivation. It can be said that there are no two other than the master of the Sword Cleansing Pavilion.Coupled with the fact that Ji Xue doesn't have a trace of self-cultivation at the moment, it's no wonder he doesn't believe it.

"Listening to Fenggu, there is no one else." Ji Xue frowned slightly, with displeasure rising in her heart, and said in a cold voice.

The word Jixue was chosen at will at that time, and she is the only one who knows this name in the world.

"This... okay." Although Nan Fengming still couldn't accept it, but he thought that the mission was important, so he turned back to the topic, knelt on one knee, bowed his head and cupped his fists, "The Nan family is about to encounter a catastrophe, so I ask the seniors to help , the Nan family will definitely thank you a lot.”

"How about the Nan family, what do you do to me?" Ji Xue swung his sleeves and lifted him up with an invisible sword energy, but she refused indifferently, "If you have nothing else to say, let's leave now."

She didn't like to see this person because of his wanton nonsense in the Red Maple Forest. If it wasn't for the words "Senior Ji" that made her look forward to it, she might not even see him, let alone ask her to come out of the valley to help him.

"Wait, senior! Thousands of lives are at stake, so please think twice, senior!" Nan Fengming eagerly wanted to step into the small courtyard, holding Ji Xue who was about to go back to the house, but the moment he crossed the line, the breath of death was silent It lingered in his heart without interest, making him unable to move.

The light-white jade fingers stretched far away, just a momentary gap of distraction, and the piercing sword energy as black as ink was placed between his neck without anyone noticing.

"I'm tired. Are you begging to die or leave."

Her icy tone was unshakable, anyone could tell that it was a normal family with no connection in the first place.It's just that everything was expected by that good-for-nothing lady, which is really annoying.

Feeling frustrated, Nan Fengming had no choice but to follow that guy's orders.

"Wait, wait, senior I do not know Ji, do you still remember the beautiful, sexy and cute girl, Nan Sixian?"

Shameless boasting.It's just that he really can't lose this person, and read out the whole string of rhetoric, omitting the abbreviated version of counting crosses.

The fingertips turned black, and the frost on the snow's surface was slightly reduced. After taking a deep breath, he replied slowly and quietly: "I remember."

Remember?More than just remembering.

Little by little in those dozens of days, there was no sign of fading during the months of parting.It not only made her worry about the sword and couldn't concentrate on the sword, but also let her realize how many sword intentions in the remembrance, I really don't know whether to be happy or worried.

"Then, please accept this phonograph stone. This junior will take your leave." After the last step, Nan Fengming took out the phonograph stone from his arms and placed it outside the gate of the small courtyard before Ji Xue could reply. He bowed with both hands and left.

After that, he didn't plan to return to the Nan family to fight again.There is more than one Nascent Soul powerhouse coming to attack, even if Ji Xue is invited to come out, it may not be sure to win.

With this last effort, Nan Fengming thought it was enough.

However, the small bamboo house that had returned to silence was stirred up by this small sound-transmitting stone, like a foreign object entering the water, causing ripples in the heart lake.

People who have been standing in front of the stone for a long time, facing the scattered red maple, can't stop the thoughts of nostalgia.

Is the little warm stone the poison to kill the heart, or the panacea for meditation?No, neither is right.

This is... her calamity.

Ji Xue knew very well in her heart that she shouldn't listen, think about it, or indulge her.

But in the end, following the helpless lament, the snow-colored swordsman lightly twitched his jade fingers, picking up that bit of warmth that shouldn't be there.

"help me."

There are only these two words in the phonograph stone.There is neither a long string of rhetoric that people don't understand, nor the annoying eccentricity of the girl in red.

The tone of voice is calm without trembling, as if she is sure that she will come, and that as long as she is there, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Ego, but also arrogant.But...it works.

In an instant, the beautiful eyes are full of worry.

Ji Xue couldn't hold back the worries in her heart anymore, she couldn't help raising her inner energy, hooked her slender fingertips, and saw the moaning ink sword flying out, and then her whole body turned into a dazzling stream of light ———Go straight to Nan’s house!

The South Mansion.

The originally peaceful cultivation family has now become a dilapidated battlefield.The aura of heaven and earth is being tortured by various techniques and swords, roaring roars of different natures such as gold, wood, water, wind and soil.

And among the frenziedly killing crowd, there were the most conspicuous three people.

One is as calm as a mountain, with an old complexion but bright eyes.One is passionate, and the young teenager hides a tyrannical obsession under his appearance.One is as ethereal as the wind, exuding the temperament of an elegant scholar with every gesture.

Almost everyone in the world knows that these are the three hall masters of the famous Zhengdao Immortal Cultivation School, Long Lao, Lie Qing, and Liu Rufeng.

———All three of them are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Then the target they are besieging must be a terrible demon, right?Otherwise, how could it be necessary for three Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses to act together?

However, if you turn your gaze to the opposite side, you will be surprised to find that it is only a young female monk in red who faces them ruthlessly.

———But it is worthy of building a foundation.

Under the reflection of the mysterious light of spiritual power, the skin of the woman lying on the boat piano was so pale that it was frighteningly pale.Blood was still dripping from the corners of her lips, and the red clothes, which were out of date, were torn to pieces by the cold Daoguang, which could hardly conceal her body.

And under the red clothes that couldn't tell whether it was blood or the true color, there were too many blossoming red plums covered in red to count.

Although inheriting the skill of the ancestor of Jindan, forcibly activating Fuxi Jingshiqu, and resisting the three Yuanying stage cultivators for a long time with a small foundation building stage, Nan Sixian has really done well enough.

However, the killing is ruthless, and the other party will not spare this little shrimp who has saved their face because of her reckless bravado.

What's more, it was only to take the secret treasure of the Nan family, but unexpectedly saw the Lingbao Fuxiqin, and the greedy old guys naturally couldn't let her go.

Anyway, it's all about killing people and seizing treasures, wouldn't it be better to have one more reward?

Therefore, when Ji Xue arrived, what he saw in his eyes was Nan Sixian, who was covered with bruises, and Xiansuo, who was nearly naked and condensed by the spiritual wind, was hanging high above the boat piano, welcoming the tragic scene of thousands of fires.

Reason can no longer restrain the impulse, the purple eyes are filled with crimson reflections, and there is no room for anything else.

The locked heart is revived by the difficulty of suppressing anger.The bloodthirsty sword screams for the reappearance of the sun.

It was just a moment.As soon as Ji Xue's intention is condensed, the sword rises to transcend the realm of the gods, breaks the celestial cord, extinguishes the flowing fire, and destroys the mystery of the spiritual way.

Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, but I saw that cold figure stepping into the battlefield proudly.Between the ink and ink of the world, the heaven and the earth are forced to stop their voices, and only the sound of the sword is left, singing the sorrow of the ages.

The three hall masters who ascended to the Immortal Lindao looked at the person in astonishment, and before they could ask questions, there was endless murderous intent in their eyes.

Seeing a beautiful woman in trouble, there is nowhere to dissipate the resentment, only to kill!

The ink sword in Ji Xue's hand was a little empty, and the cold and deadly provocation was like a thunderbolt, shaking everyone's hearts with force.

"Today, I sacrifice the sky with my blood and cross my soul with my sword. Those who want to die... come together!"