"Thank you, little girl. Qu Wu looked at the girl who was shaking the spirit flag, and thanked her with a smile.

The girl's face was as dead as ashes, her hand was unsteady in her grip, and the flag fell to the ground with a snap, and tears flowed down her face.

Qu Wu was half-suspended in the air, and black wings sprouted from his back.

The invisible wind smoothly supported his body, and the twin swords in his hands swirled at a faster speed, flicking away the joint pressure of the rest of the disciples, and even eliminated the blows, and counterattacked with stronger sword intent, and the three disciples who were pinched were shaken open by Qu Wu's sword, and they fell to the ground horizontally and vertically, spitting blood from their mouths, and their injuries were severe.

Ning Xiaoling took a deep breath.

As far as the eye can see, the spiritual treasures are all over the ground, like broken copper and iron.

There were only the heavy walls of the temple behind her, and there was no way back.

Qu Wu didn't look at the disciple who was rolling on the ground in pain, he held a bone sword in each hand, floated over the remnants of the ground, and walked towards Ning Xiaoling.

"Ning...... Is that the name Xiao Ling?" Qu Wu smiled, he spat out the letter in his mouth, his fingers waved at will, two swords danced around his body, and the young man whose face had turned into a white snake smiled and asked, "Are there any surprises?"

Ning Xiaoling listened to his words, but her tense heartstrings suddenly loosened a lot.

She wondered, what would the senior brother do if he faced such a situation?

She couldn't think of an answer, so she didn't think much about it.

If it is really unfortunate that the soul returns to Jiuquan, maybe by the bridge, the familiar white clothes are waiting for her, and when they meet, she may still have the opportunity to say that she has not seen her brother for a long time.

"No surprises. ”

There are no surprises, only faith in the knife in your hand.

She pursed her lips as she held the slender knife in both hands, the black-handled red-bladed knife facing her center.

The girl's expression was focused.

But life is not a script, willpower can make people stronger, but it cannot cross the chasm.

When Qu Wu saw Ning Xiaoling rushing towards him with a knife in both hands, he knew that her defeat was decided.

Ning Xiaoling sprinted quickly, jumped in the air, her body was like a bird taking off from the edge of a cliff, and the god was instantly raised above her head and slashed at Qu Wu.

The arc of the knife light was like a faint moon shadow.

The ghostly mist that gathered around was instantly dissipated.

This blood-red sword light was dozens of zhang long, spreading from one end of the main hall to the other.

This is a sword that has almost surpassed the peak of the longevity realm.

Qu Wu's figure was locked by the sword light of the gods, but he was not afraid, and even rose to the top.

The blade of the god is hard, but his bone sword is also made from the wing bones of the feathered serpent. All the existing Feathered Serpents are the descendants of Lord Hades back then, and the blades turned into the scales of Hades Monarch will not lose too much of this divine sword in terms of hardness alone.

What's more, Ning Xiaoling only has a long life.

Qu Wu's two swords were one, he held the sword, and slashed upwards in a way that seemed to interrupt the flow of swords in the martial arts hall.

It was a decapitation technique in the underworld in the past, with a simple knife, but in hell, I don't know how many betrayals were beheaded.

He is also a traitor......

The combined sword slashed into the air, and in the loud sound of breaking, the blood-red sword intent was cut in two by volley!

As soon as Ning Xiaoling dragged the broken blood shadow to the ground, Qu Wu's sword pressed again.

Qu Wu initially thought that she was just a little girl with no actual combat experience in the empty realm, but even if he pressed the entire realm, he couldn't completely defeat her in a short period of time, this kind of resilience was admirable, but it didn't mean much in the battle of life and death.

The rest of the disciples who fell to the ground watched Ning Xiaoling fall to the wind quickly, Qu Wu's sword became more and more fierce, and after a single impact, Ning Xiaoling's sword light became fainter and fainter.

Ming Lang struggled to get up, and he cut the skin of the feathered serpent with his sword, drinking its blood, trying to save some strength.

After all, he is in the Purple Court Realm, even if the sea of qi is broken, but in Fang Cai's pranayama, he still recovers a lot of strength.

Ming Lang's mouth was full of the fishy blood of the Feathered Serpent, he pulled out the iron sword from the flesh, ran a mouthful of spiritual power, and with a faint purple thunderbolt, he rushed towards Qu Wu.

Qu Wu's face was calm, and his combined bone sword parted again, like a butterfly spreading its closed wings.

Qu Wu pushed Ning Xiaoling with one sword, and held the sword with the other hand and faced the Ming Corridor.

The most critical qi sea in the Ming Corridor was damaged, and he could only mobilize a breath of spiritual energy, which could not be replaced. So although he was menacing, and the first sword even faintly suppressed Qu Wu, the decline of his strength was also a cliff.

The rest of the disciples drew their swords one after another, regrouping and encircling and suppressing them.

Qu Wu looked at this scene and couldn't help but recall the past many years ago.

At that time, it was also countless Netherlands who slashed at themselves with the blades of quenched thunder and fire—it had been the god of their faith and was worshiped by them religiously.

But after that catastrophe, everything changed.

The temple was destroyed, the tribe fell apart, it lost most of its power, and the devotees slashed against it......

The seeds of hatred have been buried in the Valley of the White Snake God for hundreds of years, and the flowers of sin bloom like the black wings that spread out behind his back.

I can't bear to remember......

He slowly turned from a human into a feathered serpent again.

The power in the repressed body also began to expand and release.

The bone sword slashed in the air, and the lines were sharply intertwined.

Ning Xiaoling's sword light was gradually dispersed.

Minglang's aura was also exhausted, and he was nailed back to the wall by a sword, half unconscious and half dead.

The rest of the disciples couldn't inflict an effective attack at all.

No one can reverse everything.

Qu Wu felt a little lonely.

His body pierced through the illusory grass coat, its muscles burst out one by one, and even a slender but powerful tail grew behind it, and the pair of black wings were born from the shoulder blades, and every time it flapped, it brought out illusory blades.

Half-human, half-snake, the divinity is not extinguished.

This is the freedom and power that has been lost for a long time.

The little girl with tears streaming down her face on the side looked at Ming Lang's serious injury and didn't wake up, and watched Ning Xiaoling retreat one after another, she couldn't bear this depression anymore, and rushed over with the spirit flag in her hand.

Qu Wu looked at her and said with a faint smile: "Good girl, seeing that I can't spare time, you took the initiative to send this weapon over?"

As he spoke, he stretched out a palm and blocked the flag.

The clawed hand gripped the top of the flagpole and twisted it.

The little girl was electrocuted, paralyzed, and then flown away.

Qu Wu took the flagpole.

At the same time, Ning Xiaoling could no longer withstand the pressure of the bone sword, and after blocking the blow of the ancient sword giant boat hitting the shore, his body was also pressed against the wall by the impact force.

Dust fell and stuck to Ning Xiaoling's messy hair.

Qu Wu held the spirit flag, looked at the straight flagpole and smooth pole surface, and said with a smile: "It is worthy of being the divine weapon of the Netherworld Dao Spirit Sect, and the material structure is extraordinary. ”

Netherworld Spirit Sect ......

That was the name of the Ancient Spirit Sect before it was renamed.

Ning Xiaoling was holding the wall with one hand, holding the broken blade weakly with the other, the pain was draining her fighting spirit, she wished she could raise her head and see the back of the white-clothed man standing in front of her...... It's a pity that everything is a dream.

Qu Wu began to wave the flag, like a victor returning triumphantly.

The yin wind roars, and the ghosts walk at night.

In the gray mist, the resentful spirits that had died here revived, condensed and formed, and came through the mist.

This is the former site of the White Snake Temple, and it is also the ancient battlefield where countless corpses decay and fall into the Yellow Spring, although they have been dead for many years, they are still sleeping in this land, waiting for one day to be awakened.

Qu Wu danced the flag.

Evil spirits come at the command, and gather more and more.

He opened his bloody mouth and swallowed them inside.

The figure of the Quetzalcoatl is getting bigger and bigger, and these necromancers have re-transformed into its flesh and blood, and as long as it continues to devour like this, it can take the body of the undead and become the true god of the Quetzalcoatl that shuttles through the netherworld.

The existence of this spirit banner is also a godsend for him.

But soon, Qu Wu's complexion changed slightly.

He found that there was more than one whirlwind of undead in this hall.

Not far from him, there is also an eye of the wind.

Ning Xiaoling stood in the center of the eye of the storm.

The god that was about to dim contained the souls of the dead, and the blood light bloomed again.

This was a surprise for Ning Xiaoling.

She could feel the knife waking up.

Qu Wu's eyes narrowed, and his murderous intent was revealed.

The little girl made the absurd act of "sending a flag" to herself, but she didn't expect to do the same thing.

Qu Wu wielded his sword.

The surrounding storm of evil spirits subsided in an instant.

Ning Xiaoling stood in place, the knife in her hand was full of power, and those powers also fed back to herself, making her realm vaguely higher.

She jumped from the upper realm of longevity to the peak of longevity, half a step of the purple court!

But it still doesn't make sense.

Because Qu Wu had improved more than her, in just a short period of time, he had stepped from the first realm of the Purple Court to the second floor of the Purple Court.

Qu Wu held the sword firmly in his left and right hands, and the spirit banner stood behind him, like a battle flag.

He felt the power flowing through his body.

The blood is like the water of a yellow spring, and the flesh and bones are like the soul of a ghost.

"Little girl, I will take your knife and the fragments of authority in your body...... Become the new Lord of the Dead. Qu Wu opened his mouth faintly, and his two blades slashed through a perfect arc, falling in the air.

Ning Xiaoling didn't go to see him.

She looked at the glowing bloody blade in her hand.

At this moment, she felt her knife stick to her hand.

Shen Tu connected to her palm, penetrated deep into her mind, and leveraged all the knowledge and cultivation systems in her sea of knowledge.

She felt like her arms were about to swing to the move that came to her mind.

But it wasn't her self-awareness, it was the knife directing her body.

This feeling...... Man and knife in one?

Ning Xiaoling felt that she should be surprised, but she couldn't do this emotion.

Her emotions are also controlled by the gods!

When Qu Wu pounced in the air, Shen Di made his own response.

Her body involuntarily did it, and the coordination of spiritual power and the choice of moves all reached the perfection that her body and swordsmanship reserves could do.

Qu Wu was taken aback.

The first time they met in close combat, the two of them collided and dismantled, and he actually lost the upper hand.

Ning Xiaoling's sharp divine knife accurately inserted into the gap of his swordsmanship, pierced into the scale armor, and provoked a piece of snake scales stained with flesh and blood.

Qu Wu's injuries quickly recovered.

His expression became serious, and he waved his twin swords and slashed towards Ning Xiaoling, who was standing on the ground.

Ning Xiaoling first used the Concealment Technique to avoid the lock of the sword qi, and then jumped forward with Ling Bo step, which happened to be the center of Qu Wu's sword qi, and then she used the Ancient Spirit Sect's illusion technique to stabilize her body, and then used the Heavenly Sect's Sand Snow Autumn Makeup Two Styles to take over, and used the White Rainbow Penetrating Japanese Style supplemented by the Ghost Spirit Technique to turn around and stab back towards Qu Wu's landing point.

This series of complex operations, whether it is the change of moves or the flow of spiritual veins, is almost completed in an instant.

This is something that is absolutely impossible for a normal practitioner to do.

Qu Wu was slashed in the right shoulder with a blow, and his figure was forced to slide sideways for some distance, and then hit the ground with his long tail to support his body and leap up, unloading that part of the power.

Ning Xiaoling's broken knife reversed direction, and he pounced on it with many kinds of swordsmanship.

Qu Wu quickly understood what the problem was.

This knife ......

"Sure enough, it's a peerless sword...... Qu Wu smiled even more, "It's a pity that you don't deserve it." ”

He didn't panic about the unity of the human sword of the gods.

On the contrary, he had not felt the thrill of this kind of sword clashing for many years, and his blood boiled instead.

Power is rotating on Sunday.

The air currents that rose out of thin air lifted his body up, and his slender snake body grew even larger, looking like a long whip made of steel.

In the gray mist, countless ripples rippled like a circle of fire.

The sound of thunder and lightning, the mournful roar of the undead, the sound of blades clashing, the instantaneous sound of flames...... In the messy and choppy lines, the figures of the two disappeared into it, and the thousands of noises converged into a frenzy.

The little girl and the other three male disciples looked at this with emotion.

Because they could faintly feel that this combat power, Ning Xiaoling was faintly equal to this Feathered Serpent Demon!

The netherworld mist was constantly knocked open and then closed again.

The arc of the blade is like the moon in the clouds.

The red sword light, the white sword qi, they slashed, flickered, and hit the ground all the way to the beams of the palace.

Ning Xiaoling's figure kept dodging on the beam, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Qu Wu squandered his strength, and used the barbaric way of lowering ten guilds with one force, constantly squeezing Ning Xiaoling's strength, and although the wounds caused by Ning Xiaoling were also fierce, they were by no means fatal.

But this also made Qu Wu feel anxious.

Because of the change, the two of them dragged on like this, if the people of the Ancient Spirit Sect noticed the clues, then he would really give up his efforts!

However, the ban on the bridge can stop these little guys, but it can't stop those old things.

The beams kept falling.

Ning Xiaoling quickly lost all his foothold and was forced to fall back to the ground.

The killing intent fell in the air along with the sound of the wind.

Without waiting for Ning Xiaoling to raise his head, Shen Di had already reacted.

Ning Xiaoling greeted him with a knife.

This time, she used an unprecedented set of swordsmanship.

It was a swordsmanship that was a combination of the Heart Sutra Spiritual Technique of the Ancient Spirit Sect and the Inner Gate Sword Technique of the Heavenly Sword Sect!

Ning Xiaoling's temperament has also changed.

The netherworld aura swirled around her body, and a faint death aura turned out of her delicate and lovely face, which lined her already fair face even paler.

"This kind of swordsmanship...... ......At this moment, Qu Wu, who had always been confident, couldn't help but mutter: "How is it possible? Why did you know the Sword of Calamity? Who taught you this?"

Ning Xiaoling didn't answer, because the senior brother told her that bad people love to talk more, and masters are always silent.

She took it as a golden word.

But she also learned the name of this swordsmanship - the Sword of Calamity.

This is a question she has been thinking about for a long time, and was later told by the kind person who was very ugly.

Disaster ...... Sounds strong.

When Ning Xiaoling actually used it, she found that this kind of swordsmanship was not only powerful, but might even be specially designed to suppress the Feathered Serpent!

All of Qu Wu's attack trajectories were predicted and sealed in advance by this kind of swordsmanship, even if it was his sudden tail flick, he had a strategy to deal with.

The sword technique of the Heavenly Sword Sect radiated a new brilliance with its completely different appearance.

Broken armor, scaled and bone-crushed, decapitated, dissected......

The sword light in Ning Xiaoling's hand carried a devouring killing intent, and pressed towards Qu Wu with a flowing movement.

Qu Wu was not invincible, but he was afraid in his heart.

"What do you have to do with her? Is she still alive? How can she still be alive......

Qu Wu controlled the spiritual power to resist the girl's ensuing killing.

Ning Xiaoling listened to him muttering to himself, but she still couldn't help but ask, "Who is she?"

"Who is she? You ask her who she is? Do you really not know or are you pretending?" Qu Wu suddenly seemed to go crazy, he broke free from the moves that had been suppressed by death, and the bone sword swung out a lot of white crosses in a single breath.

Qu Wu relied on the unique advantage of the realm, and quickly reversed the occupation, his double swords slashed wildly, and roared angrily: "She is a betrayer...... It's a curse...... It's a villain who likes intrigue and trickery, she, a person like her, dares to claim the emperor without permission!"

Qu Wu imagined Ning Xiaoling as her.

He used the anger in his heart to suppress his instinctive fear and regain the upper hand.

He understood immediately.

This girl must be the woman's own disciple...... A disciple is just a disciple, no matter how high her swordsmanship is, in terms of realm, she is always a real crusher.

He just needs to use his advantage and slowly drag her to death.

Her own injuries can heal quickly, but hers cannot.

Ning Xiaoling also understood this.

Can't you win even if you use all your means......

This is the gap between longevity and Ziting.

Ning Xiaoling couldn't help but think of Madam Bai.

If only my brother were here......

She felt powerless, regretful, hopeless, and then she realized that her emotions were slowly returning to her body!

This shows that the influence of the gods on himself is also weakening!

It won't be long before the connection between Shen Tu and herself is completely severed, and she will definitely die.

Purple Court ...... If only I could step into the Purple Court.

She could feel that her realm was only one line away from Ziting.

But how can she get past that line?

"Pull out the flag!" Ning Xiaoling roared down below: "Pull out the flag, summon the spirit!!"

Everyone heard her.

Qu Wu laughed: "Do you want to rely on this to continue your life? wishful thinking......

The sword light pierced the sky.

Ning Xiaoling roared angrily at the bottom again, "Conjuring spirits." Then he mobilized all his strength and pounced on Qu Wu.

She was going to intercept him and delay the people below.

The disciples below looked at each other.

They had seen it before.

The soul banner danced, and the white snake got much more benefits than Ning Xiaoling.

This......

Is Xiaoling a junior sister crazy?

None of them moved.

Above, Ning Xiaoling's miserable snort came.

The sound of swords clattering was heart-wrenching.

The little girl was the first to shout: "I believe in the little sister!"

She'd made a lot of bad decisions before, so she's not afraid to make mistakes!

It's a big deal to die together.

She galloped to the spirit flag, clasped it in both hands, and riveted it with all her might.

But Qu Wu had plunged the banner into the ground before, and her current strength couldn't pull it out at all.

She raised her head and looked at the others, and said angrily: "What are you still doing there, come and help, do you want to watch Senior Sister Xiaoling being beaten to death?"

The other three looked at each other and nodded vigorously, and they also ran over and added a lot of strength.

But the flag was planted too badly, and the three of them were seriously injured and could not exert all their strength at all.

The flag did not move.

Above, Ning Xiaoling had already shown an obvious decline.

The connection between the blade and her was like a lesson, and Qu Wu's sword was an axe that slashed at the trunk of a tree.

No matter how huge the tree is, there will come a time when it will be cut off.

Ning Xiaoling's sword of calamity was exhausted.

The knife she slashed was stopped by Qu Wu with a double sword, and Qu Wu flicked his snake tail and slammed into Ning Xiaoling's lower abdomen.

The girl's body was directly pumped out, and with a bang, she slammed into the wall, and her body sank into the broken wall.

Qu Wu didn't pay attention to those who pulled out the flag.

Because he doesn't care at all.

He even hoped that they would pull out the flag quickly, and when a certain scene happened, he looked forward to Ning Xiaoling's wonderful and desperate expression.

But he didn't wait.

Ning Xiaoling's realm of sword integration has been defeated, and the next thing is to torture and kill.

He looked at his equally scarred body, and was very dissatisfied.

Although these injuries are not fatal, they are truly humiliating.

He thought about this, but his movements were not slow at all.

He twisted his sword to his right cheek, and his figure shot out like a spear.

This is Ning Xiaoling's first sword.

He intended to use this sword to bring her to her death.

He took the sword and stabbed into the wall where Ning Xiaoling was beaten.

The girl's screams rang out in a shocking way.

Blood poured out.

"Flag ......"

She was spitting blood, and her voice was already weak.

The little girl who pulled out the flag used all her strength, and she was about to cry out in a hurry.

Ning Xiaoling's voice became more and more nihilistic.

She was still struggling to resist, but in reality she was no different from a lamb to the slaughter.

Ning Xiaoling held his sword with a knife, protecting the vital point of the Purple Court Qi Sea.

But she could only block one.

The other sword landed neatly into her lower abdomen.

Colics in the body.

Ning Xiaoling grabbed his hand holding the sword and wanted to push it away.

But where is her strength Qu Wu's opponent?

The sword pierced little by little, about to pierce her lower abdomen and nail her to the wall.

The die is cast.

Qu Wu looked at her, he could already imagine the scene after nailing her, dissecting her Qi Sea Purple Court and personally refining the fragments of the authority of the Hades Monarch.

In the main hall, the little girl cried out heartbreakingly: "You have to work hard...... Are you men, hard!!"

The meridians on the arms of the other three disciples burst out, and their muscles exploded.

They also tried their best, but the flag was only faintly loose, and it could not be pulled out at all.

Ning Xiaoling's screams became weaker and weaker, as if she was going to die at any time.

"I'll do it too......"

Behind the little girl, a voice sounded.

Ming Lang woke up at some point, and he staggered over, his blood-stained hand on the spirit flag.

The little girl looked shocked and immediately perked up.

None of them are talking nonsense.

"One, two, three...... Pluck!"

The four of them shouted in unison.

They came from different four veins, but they erupted with the same roar.

Click!

The spirit banner was pulled out.

The little girl's strength was unstable, her body retreated, and she sat on the ground with her buttocks, she didn't feel the pain, but she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and she really cried.

The rest of the people grabbed the pole and danced the spirit banner with all their might.

The flag fluttered, and I don't know whether it was an encouragement or a send-off.

Netherworld aura swells in.

Ning Xiaoling was nailed to the wall, she was covered in blood, and her lower abdomen was pierced by an iron sword.

Behind him, evil spirits surged.

Qu Wu ignored it, he sighed, "How stupid are you...... Don't you know that there is a demon tribulation in the Purple Court Realm? When the time comes, you will be covered in calluses, and the cocoons cannot be pierced by ordinary people, but I can easily penetrate and kill you with a divine di. ”

Ning Xiaoling vomited a mouthful of blood, her lips moved, as if she couldn't speak, and the gurgling sound in her throat seemed to be laughing.

Evil spirits are coming.

Ning Xiaoling's face is like gold paper.

Qu Wu looked at her face with a sad look.

Is it meaningful to step into the Purple Court at the end of your life?

Ning Xiaoling raised her head slowly.

Qu Wu's expression froze suddenly.

"How is that possible?!"

He yelled in distraction.

He clearly sensed that Ning Xiaoling had broken through that line and stepped into the Purple Court Realm.

But why, there was no sign of cocooning on her body at all.

This is the law of heaven and earth, and no one can disobey it!

Unless......

Unless she had already experienced a heart demon tribulation! Could it be that she had fallen from the Purple Court?

How is it possible?

Qu Wu clearly sensed that she was just an ordinary girl......

Qu Wu used all his strength to continue to push the sword forward, shatter her internal organs, and kill her completely.

But the sword is difficult to move in.

"Your realm ......" Qu Wu's vertical pupils condensed into a line.

The gods reappeared with ominous blood.

Ning Xiaoling, who was dying, raised her bloodstained little face, she pressed Qu Wu's sword hand and squeezed it fiercely.

There was a sudden sound of bones crackling.

"I'm in the Purple Court. The corners of Ning Xiaoling's lips were hooked, revealing a difficult, pleasant, and relieved smile.

......

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(Reverse the Sky Little Age!)

(There's only this chapter today, because I went out during the day, so I finished writing it all night...... Happy National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival! Thank you for your companionship and support along the way. ）