It all happened suddenly.

When the bone sword pierced into Ming Lang's body, Ming Lang was looking at the corpse of the Feathered Serpent, confirming that it had no life, thinking about the follow-up treatment, and his heartstrings relaxed.

It was this slight relaxation that made him not react to the sword behind his back.

Even if he had expected that there might be a fight between the same sect to win the treasure, if he was really seriously injured, he would be tested by the trick and directly disqualified. So he didn't think much of it.

The colic felt like a knife wringing through flesh, tearing through the chest. This sword pierced into the part of the sea of qi accurately, the sea of qi was damaged, and the spiritual power was shattered, this was an irreversible wound in a short time, and in the screams of the Ming Corridor, the surging spiritual power set off a strong wind and blew in all directions.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?!" someone shouted.

Ning Xiaoling shouted: "He's not Qu Wu! ”

Ming Lang did not hesitate, the upper body of the spirit, it was a golden armor general, he rarely exposed his spirit before, now he can no longer hide his secrets, when the law of the golden armor military general surfaced in the body, a pure black carp also jumped out, the carp seemed to be painted with ink, and the space trembled when the body shook.

This is the innate spirit of the Ming Corridor.

At the moment of life and death, the spirit of the general, who leaned over like an acquired spirit, jumped out together with the innate spirit black carp and collided with Qu Wu.

The Quwu realm could not reach the height of crushing, he also temporarily avoided its edge, withdrew the bone sword left and right to go to the Ming Corridor's explosive attack, and pieces of white scales condensed in front of him, forming a series of shield armors, absorbing all the counterattacks of the Ming Corridor.

Ming Lang covered his chest, he didn't have time to treat his injuries, so he had to use strong means to temporarily block the leakage of the sea of qi, he turned around quickly, and when he turned around, he drew his sword at the same time, and the sword qi sprang out, expanding instantly, and in the blink of an eye, it had filled most of the inner hall.

Qu Wu didn't give in, he cut through those oncoming air currents, and then charged a sword to stab forward, and the sword qi turned into a giant python of a white snake, opening its bloody mouth and pounced on the Ming Lang.

In the middle of the two, the void collapsed. The white and black lights collided and entangled, and in the strong wind that blew, the rest of the disciples hurriedly retreated, forming a magic circle to protect their own safety.

A little girl was stupefied by what happened in this moment, she stared at the white snake, standing in place, her body trembling, unable to take a step.

Ning Xiaoling, who was quite chivalrous, rushed over, grabbed the girl's waist before the air flow arrived, pulled her to the rear, and instantly formed a sword domain to block the two of them.

After the shock wave of the sword qi passed, the little girl reacted, she hugged Ning Xiaoling's arm, and said hesitantly: "Thank you...... Thank you. ”

Ning Xiaoling glanced behind her, she bit her lip lightly, and said, "Great grace is not grateful...... In this way, you can help me look at these things, although they are not spiritual treasures, they are also very important things, and they must not be lost!

The little girl thought to herself, although she was not very bold, she was not stupid, how could it be a spiritual treasure in this cloth bag?

"Good!" said the little girl.

Ning Xiaoling untied the hair tie of her hair, tied the big cloth bag tightly, and handed it to the girl.

The girl took the bag and screamed, "Why is it so heavy?" ”

"Anyway, don't open it or give it to others, or I'll beat you." Ning Xiaoling instructed seriously.

The girl pulled this big bag, thinking to herself that there are any precious deposits in this Spirit Valley? Others are here to hunt for treasures, and you are here to mine...... This little senior sister is really a wild way to find a different way.

She nodded.

Ning Xiaoling turned around.

Behind him, the aftermath of that collision was over.

Ming Lang was defeated and was bounced against the wall, and the military general shattered with the black fish, and slowly slid down with his figure, falling into the remains of the feathered serpent. Fortunately, the feathered serpent was actually dead, otherwise he would have died in the belly of the snake in no time.

Qu Wu stood on the stone steps, he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and smiled slightly.

The Ming Corridor is the Purple Court Realm, and he has just stepped back into the Purple Court.

"You...... Who is it?" Ming Lang's bloody hand held the snake scales, and he struggled to get up, and the sea of qi was tearing, like a hand holding the heavenly spirit cover.

"It's a white snake. ”

Ning Xiaoling's voice sounded.

She had pulled out the broken blade in her hand, and the blade pointed straight in the direction Qu Wu was standing.

White Snake?

The rest of the disciples who were hiding by the wall, and they were thinking about advancing and retreating.

Qu Wu looked at Ning Xiaoling, he was not in a hurry to attack, put away his sword, and asked with a smile: "I'm curious, how did you see it?"

Ning Xiaoling stared at him, looking for flaws in his movements, and explained unhurriedly: "When I passed by the White Snake Valley, I happened to hear a short sound of battle, but when I found the place where the battle took place, there was only a pool of blood there, and I searched for it, but I only found a small truncated blade, and nothing else. ”

"I guessed at the time that a disciple was attacked there, was defeated with a single blow, and then opened the bag and escaped from the Spirit Valley...... But I just discovered that your broken sword and the one I picked up fit together. ”

"With the cultivation you have revealed, it is impossible to walk out of the White Snake Divine Valley without a trace...... You are the demon spirit of the White Snake, you snatched Qu Wu's broken sword and disguised yourself as him, but you can't disguise it. Of course, the first thing that made me suspicious was that when you killed the feathered snake earlier, you had been vomiting blood, and it was clear that when you left the main hall, the injury was not so serious at all, but later you were obviously recuperating, and the injury was even more serious. ”

Ning Xiaoling said calmly.

As they listened, they looked at each other, and they immediately thought that the brains of the feathered serpent had been devoured by a brain-eating bug, and its attack was illogical, and it was rampage like a headless fly.

It turned out that this feathered serpent abandoned its body and disguised itself as a teenager!

The real devil turned out to be so close to them...... Everyone's backs shivered.

Qu Wu looked at her, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and said with a smile: "You are very smart, you said so much, do you want to delay Ming Lang to let him recover?" Heh, don't be delusional, his injuries can't be recovered without ten days and half a month...... Oh no, it will be restored tonight, because the corpse will not be injured. ”

The blade in Ning Xiaoling's hand lit up red, she stared at Qu Wu, and said coldly, "I still don't understand." I was just suspicious of you before, even if you say it, you can explain why you suddenly make a fuss and break the net? Although you are in the Purple Court Realm, it is not difficult for the senior uncle and elder of the Ancient Spirit Sect to kill you. ”

Qu Wu said: "Originally, I wanted to keep pretending, and then try to escape when I got out of the Spirit Valley, but ......"

He stared at Ning Xiaoling with a gloomy expression: "But you appeared." ”

"Me?" Ning Xiaoling was puzzled.

Qu Wu looked at the broken blade in her hand, sighed, and said, "Sometimes I'm really not sure which Divine Monarch is hanging the curtain on me and sending all the vitality to me on the same day......

Ning Xiaoling clenched the broken blade in his hand.

On the slender broken blade, the scarlet light resembles a lantern lit in the underworld.

Qu Wu looked at the light of the broken blade, like a homesick man looking at the moon: "Do you know what you are holding in your hand?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head slightly, she knew that this knife had a good origin.

Qu Wu laughed, his laughter no longer resembled a human laugh, but more like a snake's cry as it fluttered its tail in the night.

"This is one of the swords of Lord Hades...... God, although it is incomplete, I still thank you for pulling it out for me, after having it...... Oh, no one can find me but that woman. ”

......

Qu Wu's shrill laughter made the hall tremble, and he looked at the corpse of the Feathered Serpent lying on the ground, revealing a look of sorrow.

That's my past self.

As long as he snatches this broken blade, he will be able to rewrite his own new legend.

This shrill laughter made the other four disciples tremble, and one male disciple could not bear this feeling of oppression anymore, and ran away from the main hall.

Some people even gave up Linggu Dabi directly, opened the bag and wanted to escape.

Qu Wu did not stop him.

Because he knew that the Nai He Bridge was now a dead end, and the palace was hidden in the ghostly mist of the sea, and the connection between the brocade and the outside had been cut clean.

It's a forbidden place, and no one can escape.

Ning Xiaoling felt like she was back in Linhe City.

But when he was in Linhe City, he was standing in front of his senior brother and sister Xiang'er, how to look at how to feel safe, now on his right is the Ming Corridor who is seriously injured and unable to fight again, and behind him is the girl who is hiding behind the big cloth bag and shivering like a hamster, and the other three disciples are also so afraid that their hearts are trembling and running around without fighting spirit.

Unconsciously, when the crisis came, he was already the one standing at the forefront.

"I don't know what a god is, but it uses a good hand, so I won't give it to you. Ning Xiaoling said calmly, in her body, the sea of qi swirled, the spiritual power erupted, and the sword intent and the netherworld air flowed all over her body, which was magnificent.

Qu Wu looked at her and didn't look panicked.

He knew that this girl's longevity realm was quite good, but his purple court realm was not ordinary.

The main hall suddenly became empty.

The light lit up.

On the way they came, a dark mist surged up and surrounded them.

Ning Xiaoling smelled a hint of murderous intent.

She no longer hesitated, her steps retreated, her petite body shattered into a bow, she held the blade in both hands, slowly twisted her arm, and closed it to the side of her right cheek, the light of the blade illuminating her eyes red.

Qu Wu held the bone sword, and his body floated lightly.

The girl hiding behind the cloth bag only felt that the light flashed in front of her.

Ning Xiaoling's cheetah-like tense body suddenly launched, the red light and white clothes dragged into a continuous afterimage, the blade held on the right side of the body rotated, and it was handed forward, the tip of the knife broke through the wind, and the white slender air flow spread like a spiral.

Her body resembles a spear thrown from her!

Qu Wu's certain different color flashed, and he instantly calmed down.

Although the god is a peerless blade, it is a pity that this little girl has not yet mastered the method of using it.

When Ning Xiaoling pounced on him with the Divine Broken Blade in his hand, Qu Wu's figure moved suddenly, and the bone sword in his hand also swung out a continuous shadow. Qu Wu swung his sword and slapped it at Ning Xiaoling's head.

The bone sword was fierce, and Ning Xiaoling was forced to change his move halfway, and the sword in his right hand was split outward, colliding with the slashed bone sword.

With a crisp crash, the firelight rubbed out.

Ning Xiaoling smashed the bone sword, although the tiger's mouth was numb, she still used all her strength, holding the knife and slashing at Qu Wudang's head.

The slender blade of the god slashed a blood-red arc in the air.

Qu Wu held the bone sword in his hand to block it in the air, and at the same time, in his left sleeve, a sharp blade slid out, silently stabbing at Ning Xiaoling's lower abdomen.

Ning Xiaoling was keenly aware of the danger.

With a flick of her wrist, she shook away the sword that was sticking to her blade, and her figure retreated slightly, avoiding the edge of the bone sword.

"There's a familiar smell on you. Qu Wu's eyes narrowed as he looked at where the sword fire had disappeared.

Ning Xiaoling dodged a blow, her toes touched the ground, she was engrossed, always searching for the other party's flaws, and she didn't have the heart to speak at all.

As Qu Wu spoke, he waved his arm with the bone sword in his hand, and the bone sword was like a whirling cross dart, slashing through the air in a clever and sharp arc and crashing into Ning Xiaoling.

Ning Xiaoling held the Shen Tu and collected it in front of him, blocking the flying blow.

The bone sword was bounced off again.

She took a small step back.

There was no time to breathe, Qu Wu controlled the flying bone sword with one hand, and with the flickering figure with the other hand, he made a flowing slashing action.

In an instant, the two figures collided again.

Ning Xiaoling opened her sword eyes and held the blade to block left and right, all the moves she used were the moves she learned when she was in the Sword Heavenly Sect.

Although she also practiced the spiritual skills and sword moves of the Ancient Spirit Sect hard, the only thing she could trust in the real moment of life and death was the sword moves taught by her master and senior brother.

The sword and the sword collided rapidly, and the sparks burst out in clusters with the sound of impact.

Ning Xiaoling held her breath, mobilized almost all her spirit, and intercepted Qu Wujian's attack with her sword eyes and sense, the blades collided, screaming wildly, Ning Xiaoling retreated again and again in the chaotic firelight, and her shadow on the wall seemed a little staggering.

Qu Wu showed a greedy smile as he pursued, and he shouted madly: "It's this kind of breath...... It's this kind of breath! You actually have the power scattered by the Immortal King...... It's so pure, no wonder you can get this broken knife ......"

Qu Wu's voice was harsh and sharp, Ning Xiaoling was too tired to resist and couldn't even hear clearly, only a few sharp syllables cut like knives, shaking his eardrums.

There is a huge disparity in the realm between the two, even if Ning Xiaoling uses all means, she can only make a temporary suppression, Qu Wu's response is not in a hurry, as long as she is a little weak, a stormy blow will follow.

The sound of steel kept ringing, and Ning Xiaoling's strictly guarded sword wind was finally cut out of a gap, Qu Wu cut in with his sword, and the back of the sword hit Ning Xiaoling's shoulder, directly knocking her figure away.

Ning Xiaoling's right shoulder was in severe pain, and he almost couldn't hold the blade.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. Qu Wu looked at her, smiled and handed over the sword: "You have unimaginable huge luck, but unfortunately you can't keep this luck, you can only keep it as my wedding dress!"

Ning Xiaoling's sword moves were exhausted in the continuous confrontation, and if she used it again, she would definitely be easily cracked, but in the matter of life and death, her heartstrings were tense, and she couldn't recall anything else in her mind.

Qu Wu's body floated up, like a feathered snake flying deftly in the air.

It was suppressed in the White Snake Valley for hundreds of years, and it took great perseverance and endless pain before it finally stripped its divine consciousness from its body and turned into an independent demon spirit.

This body was nowhere near as powerful as the scaly body of the Feathered Serpent, but it was nimble enough to move through the Netherworld.

Qu Wu pressed forward step by step, exhausting her strength little by little, just like these human disciples did to their own body...... Exhausting strength, peeling scales and cutting flesh, cruel torture and killing.

Of course, he doesn't have much time at the moment, after all, there are a few monsters in the Ancient Spirit Sect, if they find out about the movement here, then their efforts will be wasted, he wants to quickly kill Ning Xiaoling, absorb the fragments of authority, seize the blade of the gods, escape into the Yellow Spring leyline, and escape along it.

The girl behind the bag opened her bag and found that she couldn't leave at all, and despair welled up in her heart.

She listened to the sharp sound of the blade, covered her ears, and quietly poked her eyes out, looking at Ning Xiaoling.

This little senior sister is really powerful, even if the realm is very different, but she still relies on all kinds of weird sword moves and body techniques to maneuver with him.

But everyone could see that it was only a matter of time before Ning Xiaoling was killed.

They also knew that if this junior sister was killed, it would be their turn next, but they were surrounded by the fog of the netherworld, and they couldn't have the courage to resist at all.

Bite!

Ning Xiaoling's body was once again swept away by the violent sword wind.

She staggered to the ground, blood oozing from behind her white dress.

Her wrists were numb from the shock.

Qu Wu smiled indifferently, and the bone sword broke through the wind and fell.

Creak!

The white light flashed and crashed into Qu Wu's face.

"Innate Spirit?" Qu Wu's expression was slightly different, he reacted, and swung his sword at the trajectory of the Innate Spirit's sneak attack.

The snow fox dodged in the air, stepped on the blade of the sword, and with a kick, flashed its claws and scratched his eyes.

Qu Wu's face changed.

This is not a change in expression, but a change from a human face to a snake face.

Iron-hard scales instantly covered his cheeks.

The snow fox's claws failed to break through the armor, and then it was grabbed by Qu Wu, crushed, turned into dots of spiritual power, and flew back into Ning Xiaoling's purple court.

Ning Xiaoling also felt that her innate spirit was pitiful.

Since he was raised, he has never encountered any normal opponents who can fight.

Although this innate spirit bought her some time, it also made her suffer the backlash, which did not help the overall situation.

Qu Wu swirled with his twin blades.

Ning Xiaoling was knocked back and stopped, adding a lot of wounds to her body.

When Qu Wu was about to launch another fatal blow, in the direction of the corpse of the Feathered Serpent, a sword like a gray line stabbed in the direction of the temple.

Ming Lang pressed his eyebrows, got up with difficulty, and handed out the sword.

Qu Wu took the sword with his scaly hand, his figure paused slightly, and Ning Xiaoling retreated step by step, narrowly dodging the sword that was chopped.

"Not dead yet?" Qu Wu crushed the flying sword, stared at the Ming Corridor, and spoke coldly.

And Ning Xiaoling ran in the direction of the cloth bag.

"You...... What are you doing! Don't lure him here!" The girl was shocked, thinking to herself, this little senior sister's posture must be burned with her own jade.

Ning Xiaoling stood beside her.

"Get out of the way. She said.

The girl couldn't ask for it, so she obediently gave up her body.

Qu Wu looked at her and frowned slightly.

Ning Xiaoling took a deep breath, suppressed the injury, and said, "You forced me." ”

Qu Wu asked curiously, "Do you still have a trick?"

Ning Xiaoling removed the thread tied to the cloth bag.

Mo said that it was Qu Wu, even the dying Ming Lang was taken aback.

The cloth bag was opened, and it was filled with all kinds of spiritual treasures.

The little girl next to her looked stupid.

I saw Ning Xiaoling grab the precious spiritual treasure, regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one, and picked it up together.

This is the common asset between her and her senior brother, and her heart is like a knife when she throws it.

The grief and indignation in my heart also turned into the power in my hand, and the spirit treasure fell as fast as a meteor.

Many of these spiritual treasures are inherently aggressive, and they show their might, sword qi, formations, sword locks, explosions, turbulence, and colorful ......

Like angry birds, they attacked Quwu one after another.

"You...... You are ......" A senior brother looked at the spirit treasure flying in the sky and recognized her identity: "You are Ning Xiaoling?!"

Ning Xiaoling bowed his head and said, "Why are you still stunned! Let's go together, or we will all have to die......"

Ning Xiaoling's reputation is now second only to Ming Lang.

Now the eldest in their hearts has fallen, but the second is still alive...... This news gave them inexplicable courage.

The disciples thought that it would be a knife to stretch out their heads and shrink their heads, so they mustered up their courage and rushed forward with their swords.

The girl beside Ning Xiaoling secretly ran in the direction of the Ming Corridor.

She is not stupid, and knows that only by healing Ming Lang's injuries can she win the Jedi.

Ming Lang shook his head weakly.

His condition was getting worse and worse, and he was about to pass out completely before he could strike a few swords.

After more than ten years of cultivation and lofty ambitions, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

On the other side, Ning Xiaoling's bulging bag was getting more and more deflated, and the spirit treasures she had worked so hard to collect for a day were about to run out......

In addition to carrying the Eye of Voyeurism on her body to predict good and bad fortunes, all the spirit treasures regardless of their rank smashed out the momentum of treating everyone equally.

The last Phantom Lock was smashed out.

The ghost lock expanded in the air and opened a huge shadow, which had four wings on its back like a devil, and pinned it towards Qu Wu with its sharp claws.

Qu Wu's double swords slashed horizontally and vertically, directly cutting off this ghost life lock.

The girl who took care of the Ming Corridor was frightened and frightened, she mustered up her courage, grabbed the spirit flag, and rushed towards Qu Wu with a shout.

The girl waved the flag.

The wind was blowing in the main hall.

All the Yin Spirits that had died here had reawakened and converged towards the center of the main hall.

"Don't!" Ning Xiaoling shouted, wanting to interrupt.

But her cries were drowned out by ghost cries.

Qu Wu laughed.

His face took on the appearance of a white snake.

Shekou held up to the maximum, absorbing everything.

Far from harming him, the ghosts became his nourishment.

Qu Wu's only injuries have also begun to recover.

He has become stronger, who can still kill him?