"Nope. She said coldly, "There are not a few immortal sects that hate me to the bone, and I don't know which one it is." ”

"It must have been quite hasty to set up a formation in such a crowded place, but this sword intent is not only pure, but also vigorous and simple. I think it was left by the previous sword immortal of this immortal sect. As soon as Huang Fuming finished speaking, a long-haired guest slowly walked out of the monks outside the formation, looked at the people in the formation a few times, and then said: "We don't want to implicate the innocent, let go of the demon girl, I will let you go." ”

Ning Xiaoxian slowly stepped forward and said, "Who is the rat, don't hurry up and get your name up." ”

As soon as she said this, anger immediately appeared on the faces of the monks on the other side. The long-haired guest said coldly: "Demon girl, the hidden stream invades my territory, and you dare to appear in Xinyu City, really deceive me into washing the Sword Pavilion without one?"

Ning Xiaoxian and Huang Fuming both suddenly realized: it turned out that the landlord's people from the Sword Pavilion had arrived. She tucked her hair back of her head and asked curiously, "Have I met Your Excellency, how do you recognize me?" She slept for three years, and there were not many people in this world who had seen her.

A person came out from behind the crowd and said sharply: "Ning Xiaoxian of the hidden stream, you have turned into ashes, and I recognize you too!"

This person has delicate eyebrows, a long body, and a beautiful man. Ning Xiaoxian glanced at him a few times, frowned slightly, and said, "Who are you?"

The expression on her face was sincere. Anyone could tell at a glance that she really didn't recognize this person.

He hated her so much, but she didn't remember him at all, what could be more of a slap in the face? The expression on this person's face immediately turned to iron blue, but Huang Fuming couldn't help but laugh out loud. can be regarded as someone who has suffered the same as him, and his sister's ability to be angry is really unusual.

This person's voice was simply squeezed out between his teeth: "I'm Xu Liangyu!"

She blinked. After thinking about it for a while, he finally suddenly realized: "Oh, it's the young son of the Sword Washing Pavilion!"

Xu Liangyu sneered: "You have made me so miserable in the Great Snow Mountain! Now the two factions are fighting. You still dare to come to Xinyu City, you really throw yourself into the net!"

When rescuing the twin beauties of the Hulian family, Xu Liangyu went with Hu Huo'er. It's a pity that Hu Huo'er didn't feel anything for him at all, and Ning Xiaoxian even used him to stimulate Taiyi. Although his memories were washed away after he was possessed at that time, Xu Liangyu lost his beauty and returned to the sect, connecting the memories of the front and back sections and slowly recalling them. also guessed that most of it was Ning Xiaoxian who was making trouble in it, and remembered her firmly at the moment. However, the two have never crossed paths since then, and his personal grudge has never been reported.

Fang is in the Jinfu Building. He sat on the second floor, looked down from above, and recognized Ning Xiaoxian at a glance, and there happened to be a few elders left in Xinyu City. The Sword Washing Pavilion was being suppressed by the hidden demon army. It just so happened that she was here again. And it looks like a serious injury that has not healed, which is simply a godsend. Although she didn't know the origin of the people around her, it didn't prevent them from setting up arrangements and wanting to capture her.

If Ning Xiaoxian originally felt a little guilty about Xu Liangyu, he was gone without a trace at this moment. As soon as she heard the name of the Sword Washing Pavilion, she understood that the other party obviously planned to use her as a hostage to force the Hidden Demon Army to retreat, even if this strategy failed. Publicly humiliating her in front of the demon soldiers of the hidden stream, you can also kill the morale of a strong enemy!

She turned slowly. said calmly to Huang Fuming: "If you don't want to wade into this troubled water, leave now." I don't blame you. ”

Huang Fuming said lazily: "Where did my sister say that? Since I asked you to accompany me out, I can naturally protect you." He glanced at everyone in the Sword Pavilion, and said, "If it is the Heaven Shaking God Monarch standing in front of me, I am indeed jealous. These minions who wash the Sword Pavilion are just yawning toads, and their breaths are a little bigger. ”

Before Ning Xiaoxian could think about it, he had already snorted lightly and said, "Pu Shu!" A man stood up behind him.

The man's face was wrinkled, full of wind and frost marks, and the joints of his hands were prominent, especially thick, but what he took out of his bosom was very small, but six or seven gray-white stones, with round heads and round heads, only the size of chess pieces, and looked very similar to pebbles. Other than that, there's nothing special.

Pu Shu squatted down and threw out the six or seven stones in the posture of a naughty boy throwing stones in the pond. Strangely, the pebbles leap on this sandy ground as lightly as they rub over the water, and every time they hit the ground, they rotate and absorb large clumps of sand on it!

When the stones hit the ground for the fifth time, the whole ground trembled. The reason is very simple—they have absorbed too much sand, and they have turned into giant earth puppets that are one zhang tall and six feet wide, with hands and feet! And they have also reached the edge of the formation, and if they take another step, they will be blocked by the sword intent.

Without hesitation, they raised their fists and smashed them towards the edge of the formation.

The sword flashed, and the fist fell. These giant clay puppets naturally didn't know what pain was, and they were driven by Pu Shu, and they raised their other fists and smashed them. The sword flashed, twisting them into pieces, and the clay puppet responded by kicking its legs and pounced on them properly! At the same time, the small pebble buried in its chest flew out and fell back into Pu Shu's hand.

Of course, these clay puppets are strong in the fierce sword intent. However, the white stones that drove them to move did not lose any of them, and all of them returned to Pu Shu's hands. He grinned, shook his hand and knocked the stones out again, and in addition to the original seven, he added six more.

A new cycle begins. Shi Zi'er reabsorbed the earth, and once again turned into a huge clay puppet, and then the clay puppet roared again and collided with the sword light...... It's all like a rewind from the previous scene.

The entire thirteen clay puppets were twisted into pieces again, and then the stones sucked the soil again and turned into clay puppets again...... No matter how fierce the killing intent of this sword array is, after all, it can only twist the clay puppet into fine sand, and when the white stone absorbs the soil, it reabsorbs the crushed sand grains.

The faces of the disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion changed, because everyone had already seen that in less than thirty breaths, the clay puppets had already rushed up in five batches, totaling more than fifty pieces. Although the sword qi guarding the formation dutifully crushed all of them, the original fierce sword intent, the light had dimmed a lot.

It's just dead things after all. The supreme sword intent left by the predecessors of the Sword Washing Pavilion also has a limited amount of zài, and it will soon be exhausted if it is consumed by such a flowing price. On the other hand, Pu Shu, with only a few stones, and no loss in his body, almost consumed the sword intent left by this ancient sword immortal.

Judging from his face alone, this person looks like a poor tenant farmer who has been oppressed by the landlord and old wealth all his life, but the tricks he uses are so treacherous and cunning!

The long-haired man had a wider vision than the others, and at the moment he was even more suspicious. If it is said that the pure sword intent left by the predecessors of the Sword Washing Pavilion will be consumed by dozens of clay sculptures and clay puppets that have been temporarily gathered, then this formation will not be able to sustain itself at all. Therefore, he observed more and more carefully, and finally found that when each clay puppet was crushed, it would emit a thin and faint layer of black light, but this light was too faint for even the immortal cultivator's metamorphosis to capture.

When this layer of black light rushed into the sword intent along with the stump of the clay puppet, although it was indeed shattered, the sword intent was also a little weaker because of this. He seemed to have an understanding, and moved his gaze to Pu Shu's face, and found that his dark face was actually a little white, obviously his body was not completely lossless, but no one could have imagined that what he was losing was that kind of black thin light, not just a clay puppet. If there is loss, it is impossible to attract clay puppets in an endless stream as everyone guesses. But even so, the sword intent of the siege formation had become weak, and it seemed that it would break through after a few more impacts.

What the hell is this black light? The long-haired guest felt strange in his heart, but he also knew that he could not let it go. From receiving Xu Liangyu's summons to rushing to hunt down Ning Xiaoxian, the time was indeed too hasty, and he failed to set up an ambush properly, and only used this ready-made Tiangang Sword Formation, who knew that the other party would use such a scoundrel method to break it.

There is no such thing as two perfect things. The simplicity of this formation lies in the fact that it can be distributed at hand, but the inconvenience lies in the fact that once it is activated, even the Sword Washing Pavilion itself cannot intervene, and can only wait for the people in the formation to surrender before withdrawing it. So the black-haired man snorted lightly twice, and more than a dozen disciples quickly stepped forward and surrounded the sword array in the middle.

Sure enough, after a while, Pu Shu made two more batches of clay puppets. The black light flashed twice, and the sword intent finally trembled slightly, dissolving into the invisible.

At the same time, the formation formed by the disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion on the periphery was also launched. The aura of heaven and earth was immediately frantically sucked in, and instantly turned into a bright red sword qi, although it was far from the purity left by that sword immortal, but it was better than the continuous and poignant, as if it was endless, and at the same time, unlike the cold and harsh of ordinary sword qi, these dozens of sword qi were urged, and it was actually with a scorching feeling, as if it was going to destroy the soul.

As soon as Ning Xiaoxian came into contact with such a sword intent, he immediately sighed lightly, feeling familiar: "Nanming Lihuo Sword? No, it is an imitation of Nanmingli's sword intent!"

Huang Fu Ming carefully held her arm, and even said in a relaxed tone: "The Sword Washing Pavilion is blessed, and there are many sword intents left by the great power of the sword immortals on the sword wall of the back mountain, and the disciples of the Ren sect often visualize, and finally someone founded the sword heart formation two thousand years ago, which is divided into two types: large array and small array. The large array needs seventy-two people to urge, and the small array only needs eighteen people. But without exception, the formations are all simulating the sword intent of the ancient divine sword to dispel the enemy, and now it is a small formation that is used against us. ”

Ning Xiaoxian saw that the sword qi was all over his body, and he didn't feel the slightest nervousness, thinking that there was a way to deal with it. Sure enough, he didn't move himself, and the tall man who hit the golden pestle in the dungeon stood up, laughed fiercely, and raised his fist to meet the sword intent. Nan Ming, who was so molten with gold and glitter, left the fire, and after hitting this fist, he actually made a sound of gold and iron resonating. (To be continued......)

PS: Look up, today is actually the Lantern Festival!

Don't forget to eat glutinous rice balls, a good year.

I just bought two packs of blueberry-flavored dumplings and came back~

Well, by the way, rolling all over the ground begging for pink!