The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 86 Finally escaped successfully

Another mouthful of blood was vomited out.

Although Qingshuangluo, who had sent Nan Sixian away, had no worries and could attack with all her strength, the number of enchanted monks who surrounded her firmly increased in a short period of time.

The strength difference between the two opposing sides skyrocketed completely disproportionately.

This cruel situation that seemed lifeless made the blood-soaked Daoist Shuangluo feel desperate.

Is she going to perish in such a ridiculously boring place?

Marrying that dead old man fought for a while, but in the end it was ruined by that dead old man again.

What an ironic story.

"It means that we should think of some way to take down EMI, and letting the dead girl of the Nan family stay is the right choice, right?"

"Evidently, I have already vowed to kill her with my heart demon, but in the end, in order to let her escape safely, I made such an idiot-like break-up action. It's really... laughable."

Self-deprecating smile.

To meet the menacing sword lights of various colors.

The Yin-Yang Formation, which was struggling to maintain the near collapse, once again borrowed its strength, but the emptiness of cultivation still allowed many sword lights to pierce through the formation like a candle in the wind.

Qingshuang's blood gushed out like a spring, and the wounds on her body were close to the vitals, and the Dao seal on her hand could no longer support it.

However, those vain footsteps are firmly rooted half an inch before the way of the dragon.

She could feel that Nan Sixian hadn't broken out of the Demon Test Formation at this time, if she gave up the fight and fled from here, the joint attack of the enchanted monks would undoubtedly destroy this only passage.

At that time, the stinky girl holding the EMI flower will definitely have no way out.

And she obviously couldn't accept this result.

Having lived with Ji Xue in Tingfeng Valley for so long, Qing Shuangluo could understand at a glance how much that person really liked Nan Sixian.

That is beyond the obsession with the sword, the unique extreme in the world.

If she is allowed to die, Ji Xue will definitely be very, very painful, right?

Qing Shuangluo didn't want to see that person in pain, let alone see that person in pain for someone other than herself.

Therefore, she must not let Nan Sixian die.

"call……"

With her mind firmly set, Qing Shuangluo mustered her last remaining strength to stand firm, vowing not to allow anyone to cross this line.

However, even though she is full of bold words and high spirits, her physical strength and spiritual strength are all at the limit, it is really unrealistic for her to say that she wants to block the group of old guys in front of her.

Is there no way to do it? !

Means that require neither physical strength nor spiritual strength are simply...

Um?Without physical and spiritual strength?

wrong.

It really exists, such an unbelievable move——

"Teach me, it's your sword move that can make super gorgeous ice lanterns!"

"My way of the sword is not suitable for you."

"But I just want to learn, please, just this trick, after you teach me, I will never mess with you when you practice swords!!!!!!!"

"Are you really good at talking?"

"You, you, you, you don't believe me, my heart hurts, it hurts so much!!!!"

"...I, I just teach you, but whether you can understand it or not, it has nothing to do with me."

"What are you afraid of? At worst, just practice every day. Anyway, he will definitely learn how to play for you."

Well said.

As a result, not only did she still pester her not to let her practice swordsmanship, but her family suffered a catastrophe not long after practicing, and she was forced to marry into Dengxianlindao after that, and she never tried that trick again.

The agreement with her has not been fulfilled at all...

Suppressing the forbearance of water ripples, Qing Shuangluo gritted her teeth and closed her eyes quietly before she was about to cry.

Broken memories flooded my mind.

The overly clear past unfolds like a quaint landscape splashed with ink.

The story that I once thought could be easily let go is actually hidden deep in my heart, and I can't let go of it with a single stroke, nor can I forget it.

fair enough.

For the sword moves that were not completed at that time, let her... try one last time.

All the remaining spiritual power was released to delay the attack of the enchanted cultivator, Qing Shuangluo raised his right hand lightly, and gathered his five fingers together to hold Xu's sword hilt.

With the cold tone in his memory, he groaned softly.

"The sword intent is endless, like still water sinking into an abyss and rising waves, stretching, and the mind is empty, like the sky and the sea, tolerant."

"The attachment is not in the heart, the chill is not on the sword, the world is stained with frost, and the book is full of madness."

The sword intent soared to the extreme, and Luoxue moaned again.

Boundless frost and white spread from the dome, and the hair and tails on the forehead drooped little by little. Thousands of green inks were smudged from the fingertips, obliterating the entire ruined ruins.

Splashing ink into a mountain also becomes water, swiping a brush vertically and horizontally, devouring all the splendor.

Standing in a world where only black and white remain.

Qingshuangluo's eyes were suddenly opened with purple awns like azure, and the right hand, which was originally empty, suddenly condensed a pure snow sword that was crystal clear in the frosty wind.

The start was a success!

Then, the next step is——

"Sword, Canglang."

Stepping out of Han Xueluo in one step, swiping the sword around the ink dance mark.

The moment the tears fell, the entire cold ice prison collapsed instantly.

The endless frosty sword intent is like a wave like a wave, forming a state of swallowing the sky and drinking the earth, urging a lamp not to break the ice, with no regrets.

Not even half a step back.

The snow-colored sword, which is extremely unstoppable, continuously accepts all sword moves and turns them into bits of broken ice, which surrounds the dazzling ice lantern, adding to the amazing feeling.

It should be said that Ji Xue had placed high expectations on the character.

Although Qingshuangluo's style of sword Canglang is not perfect, it is not far behind.

However, if she wasted too much, if she wanted to maintain this move, all she had to do was sacrifice her soul.

But she didn't care.

The overly damaged soul body may not be able to continue cultivating immortals, and the dead who lost their souls will have to go through a long time before they can escape into reincarnation again.

She doesn't care about any of this.

With a hearty smile, Qingshuangluo seemed to have returned to the high-spirited genius swordsman back then, looking down on the world, and he was not afraid to besiege and kill all the swordsmen who created the magic sword alone.

The only thing left in my heart is———

"This long-lost Ruyi, my favorite Great Sword Immortal, can you... still be satisfied?"

***

The Way of Flood Dragon that has gradually become vain and uncertain.

Holding EMI tightly, Nan Sixian, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped.

The extremely cold sword intent that erupted from the place where Qingshuangluo was just now should undoubtedly belong to Ji Xue's sword Canglang.

His brows were tightly wrinkled.

Of course, she wasn't wondering why even Daoist Shuangluo could use this trick.

The problem is that she is also very familiar with this trick, and she can understand what price Qingshuangluo, who is almost as close to exhaustion as herself, wants to use this trick.

Next.

Every second of delay is equivalent to wasting a point of Qingshuangluo's soul.

The pace has to be faster.

At least, escape while that guy's lost soul is still within recoverable range!

The shadow of the red sword came into view.

Nan Sixian, whose footsteps were even more rapid, changed to holding Baidaiyanhua with one hand, and eagerly grabbed it in front of him with his right hand.

Based on her current state, it is definitely too late to cross the path of the flood dragon and rush out of the demon test formation before Qingshuangluo's accident.

But if you use the power of the sword demon.

still have a chance!

It was too late to consider the possibility of the soul being replaced, and Nan Sixian, who had not released the sword demon's power for a long time, finally had a thought and swallowed the chaotic sword demon's will.

boom!

The huge will of the sword demon that lasted for thousands of years poured into the sea of ​​true knowledge.

There was an instant violent turmoil in the depths of her soul.

However, unexpectedly, this sword demon doesn't seem to be as difficult to deal with as Ji Xue mentioned before? !

After a very short-lived feeling of swelling.

Apart from feeling a little dizzy and wanting to vomit, there is no other abnormality in her body, and even her soul, which should be the most worrying, is very stable.

It's as if... the mere will of a thousand years is not worth mentioning to her.

Well, anyway, it's fine to know that there's nothing wrong with it.

Let's go out first!

When he knew that he was not thinking wildly, Nan Sixian, who had completely swallowed the power of the sword demon, stepped on the fire, and his whole body seemed to turn into a red lightning bolt.

Speed ​​up, speed up...

With this speed increase that was several times higher than before, she quickly arrived at the exit at the end of the Way of the Flood Dragon.

He jumped without hesitation.

Yu Feijing's radiant figure finally appeared in front of her with the fresh air.

"Oh, it turns out that the person who got the EMI Yanhua in it was Miss Nan. Fortunately, the host of this host was wise and didn't seal it directly, or that pervert..."

The situation was really urgent, Nan Sixian threw Baidai Yanhua to Yu Feijing and interrupted her, and shouted hastily: "Hurry up, save Taoist Shuangluo, she is blocking behind, her spiritual strength and physical strength are exhausted." Almost exhausted, won't last long!"

"Daoist Shuangluo, is that the girl who climbed to the immortals?"

Yu Feijing held Baidai Yanhua in one hand, and the blooming rainbow-colored spiritual power temporarily suppressed the magic sound and magic thoughts, but she looked a little embarrassed on her face.

"It's not a short-term effort to recast the sealing sheath. If we don't make a temporary range seal at this time, I'm afraid that more victims will appear after the demon test goes deeper."

The three-minute escape time she promised was not a lie.

That was the limit time for everyone to truly become enchanted after seeing the situation of the Demon Test Formation.

But now that the time was approaching, it would definitely be too late to recast the sealing sheath or rush into the formation to save people.

Frowning, Nan Sixian continued to ask worriedly: "Then, after the area is sealed, what will happen to the people staying inside?"

"Cutting off all spiritual power from the outside world, most people will fall into illusions due to the interruption of the magic test, but there is also no worry of being completely enchanted..."

Halfway through speaking, Yu Feijing paused, sighed, and then continued calmly: "However, according to what you said, Daoist Shuangluo, who is exhausted and withered, may not be able to wait until the day when the seal is lifted."

The author has something to say: On time, I feel like I might be going to the hospital...

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