Like a river pouring out, all poured into one person.

Ning Shu held his sword, as if he was holding up a thick canopy.

His body had become extremely strong after being refined, and he only felt tightness in his chest under the blow he had received from the half-step Wangsheng Qiang general, who was known for his strength, and it was not to the extent that he was seriously injured, but at this time, in the face of the overwhelming crossbow arrows, he felt as if his flesh was about to explode.

Blood gushed out from the pores of his body, and in an instant, he dyed his green clothes red, and his skin cracked to reveal pink muscles, which then healed and then cracked again.

The medicinal power of the remaining biochemical pills in his body was frantically squeezed, repairing the unbroken skin on his body.

Knock!

Knock knock!

Knock!

He only felt that his heart was under the pressure of a mountain toppling, and began to beat violently and irregularly, like a beaten war drum, and his eyes were fascinated by sweat the size of soybeans mixed with blood droplets.

In just a moment, the speed at which the Biochemical Pill repaired his body could not keep up with the speed at which his skin cracked, and the bones around his body made a creaking and creaking sound, and at this moment, an earthy yellow mist emerged, carrying mysterious runes, relieving the pressure on Ning Shu, and only then could he block the machine sword in the sky and stabilize the flow of the purple heavenly river.

The young man's expression became surprised, and the earthy yellow mist and purple Tianhe were much more shocking to him in his eyes than the five-colored divine light behind Xie Ximeng.

But he didn't bother to think about it, because Xie Ximeng's sword was so good.

Ning Shu's state couldn't last long, but it was enough for Xie Ximeng to cut out this sword.

The sword, piercing through the wind and rain to the front.

In the light of the sword, Yusi stopped landing.

It's not that time is really paused, it's that this sword light is too fast, and the speed at which the raindrops fall is visible to the naked eye in comparison.

The wind has stopped, the rain has stopped, and the sword has arrived.

In just an instant, the five-colored divine light flashed, and it had already appeared behind the young man.

As if something had been punctured.

The sword that pierced the wind and rain was extraordinarily straight, like a straightened line, without any moves, just a fierce sword intent.

The ballista bolts and the puppeteers that were moving around seemed to lose their power and fell to the ground one after another, turning into black ashes.

After losing the pressure, Ning Shu fell to the ground, and the purple Tianhe also dispersed in an instant.

Silence returned to the field, the sky that had been staggered with various colors returned to the gloom of the rainy day, and the young man on the other side could be seen standing still in place in the electric light left by the continuous lightning streaking.

Ning Shu stood up with his sword propped up, and under the repair of the earthy yellow mist, coupled with the disappearance of the pressure of Xie Ximeng's sword, he was already fine, but the blood was particularly terrifying.

The residual medicinal power of the Biochemical Pill was all absorbed and consumed at this moment, and it was even on the surface of his body, which could be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

Xie Ximeng had already put the sword in his hand into the sheath, his face was pale, and he stared at the young man in front of him,

There was a red mark on the young man's eyebrows, like the rouge of his daughter's family in the center of his eyebrows, red and dazzling.

Like a bubble bursting, the young man turned into a lifelike one-inch-long puppet and fell to the ground, also turning to black ash and being blown away by the wind.

"Let's go, his real body didn't come to L.A. ”

Xie Ximeng looked at Ning Shu beside him, who had no other serious injuries except for the bloody robe on his body, nodded, and walked out of the courtyard.

"These are all soldiers of the Northern Army of the Divine Dynasty, and they were trained as puppets before they had time to collect their bodies after they died in battle. After walking outside the door, Xie Ximeng looked at the corpses lying on the ground, and his tone was a little heavy.

"Hmm. Ning Shu felt very tired, wiped the blood on his forehead with his hand, and responded simply to show that he knew.

Xie Ximeng looked back at Ning Shu, whose face was covered with blood, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be young, but your body bones are quite good." ”

Ning Shu thought to himself, aren't you just saying that I have thick skin? Then he recalled the previous series of battles, especially the illusion and trick of the young man at the end, plus the final transformation into a puppet, just like the monk in front of the mountain temple in the night of Jialan Mountain, it was difficult for him to finally turn into a green lotus, and asked suspiciously: "Is that his incarnation outside his body?"

"It's a bit inappropriate to say that he is an incarnation outside the body, because he is not condensed by the will of the law, but the subtle means of the Yin and Yang family. ”

"Do you know him?"

"Hmm...... His name is Pei Nian, he was originally a person from the Taoist Department, practicing the laws of the Yin and Yang family and the Mo family, and he was a genius, but then something happened, he left, and after many years, he didn't expect to meet here. ”

"Let's go back. Xie Ximeng suddenly changed the topic.

Ning Shu looked at his cyan shirt, which was no longer cyan, patted the long sword on his waist, and nodded.

......

......

Under the eaves is usually a good place to hide from the rain.

On an unknown street in Los Angeles, under the eaves of an unknown house, an unknown house, there were two people.

The eaves are a little narrow, which can cover the stomach, if it is not a fat person, it can barely guarantee that it will not be drenched, it seems that this unknown house is not rich.

The two people under the eaves didn't look fat, so they weren't drenched, but they were covered in water and were very embarrassed.

"When will the rain stop?"

"I don't know. ”

"And we're standing like this?"

"Otherwise, you go out in the middle of the night to get drenched?"

Ning Shu thought to himself, I have a place to go, but how can that place be convenient for you to go?

After coming out of the courtyard of the Bear Axe Gang, the rain was a little lighter, so Xie Ximeng suggested that since he had caught up, he might as well enjoy the night view of Los Angeles, and then the two wandered aimlessly along the street.

However...... Tiangong didn't really want to be beautiful, with the ups and downs of lightning and thunder, a burst of heavy rain fell again, instantly drenching the two people who were leisurely strolling on the road into soup chickens.

As for paper umbrellas...... Xie Ximeng's threw it in the courtyard, and Ning Shu's casually threw it outside the courtyard.

Even cultivators are afraid of the rain, not to mention that after the previous fight, the Dharma intention of the two has long been exhausted, and where is there any surplus to keep out the rain, so the two of them panicked and hid under the nearby eaves.

Xie Ximeng slowly squatted down, sat on the threshold with his buttocks, and tucked his hands into his sleeves, returning to his old lazy appearance.

"Why are you squatting?" Ning Shu said as he looked at the figure next to him who suddenly fell shorter.

"Because I'm a little tired, I wouldn't mind lying down if there was a reclining chair here. ”

"Then why are you putting your hands like that?"

"I've been holding the sword for a long time, and my hands are a little cold. ”

Ning Shu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and also squatted down with him, but his hands were not tucked into his sleeves like Xie Ximeng, but he was touching the scar that appeared in the tear of his robe.

When the purple Tianhe wrapped those crossbow arrows in the purple heavenly river, the skin on his body was cracked, and there were large and small cuts everywhere, although they healed quickly after being repaired by the medicinal power of the biochemical pills, but after consuming those medicinal powers, they still left a few bloody wounds on his arms, although they were not deep, but they were still a little abrupt when they appeared on a fourteen-year-old boy, and combined with his tattered and blood-stained clothes, it seemed out of place.

In the wet street of Yuxiang, there are no strong flowers and bones of cold plums, no willow tips in spring, no fragrance of peaches and plums, only two people sitting on the threshold in a daze at the rain.

In the traditional rain alley stories, most of them are those men who are overflowing with poetry and books running madly in the rain, wanting to collide with the rain, and then shaking their heads and chanting a good rain to know the season, when spring happens, or the amorous and charming girl strolling with an oil-paper umbrella, reclining on the blue bricks and gray tiles in the rain alley and telling endless lovesickness, but there are no lilacs here, no warblers and swallows, and there are still only two people without umbrellas who are silent to each other.

Ning Shu stretched out his hand, took the rain in his hand, and then poured it out, and then poured it out.

It's not cultivation, it's boring.

Ning Shu likes to do this when he is bored on a rainy day, he uses his palm prints to feel the fluctuations of the rain, as if at that moment, the handful of rain in his hand is alive, and then dump them and release them back to heaven and earth, which is to return them to freedom.

Xie Ximeng looked at the young man beside him with a strange expression and repeated movements, he was shocked that this young man recovered so quickly after suffering such a serious injury, and even more shocked that he didn't seem to care about the injuries he received at all, and the blood gushing from those pores seemed to be just ...... It's raining in the sky.

Had he ever been injured more than that?

In Xie Ximeng's view, only people who have experienced countless injuries or walked on the edge of life and death can see through their lives so indifferently, and can a fourteen-year-old child experience these things?

He thought it was incredible, but he didn't want to know about it, because everyone has their own secrets.

Xie Ximeng knew that Ning Shu was such a person, and he also saw Ning Shu draw his sword, at this time, Ning Shu was a sun covered by dark clouds in his eyes, once he needed to release light, the scorching sun would break through the clouds.

His evaluation of Ning Shu has gone to another level.

It's still not about cultivation, but about being a person, a sharp and introverted person, very quiet both inside and outside, giving people a feeling of distant mountains and light ink, you can see him, but you can never see through him.

When he was silent and couldn't be silent any longer, Xie Ximeng, who invited Ning Shu to fight, felt that he had to say something, so he opened his mouth......

The words came to his lips, but he heard Ning Shu say lightly: "Fifty strings." ”

Hearing this, Xie Ximeng cast an incredible look at Ning Shu and exclaimed, "Awesome!"

Then there was silence again.

"I'm going to the Northern Frontier, and if nothing else, I'll leave tomorrow. ”

After the rain was a little lighter, Xie Ximeng slowly spoke.

Ning Shu knew what it meant to go to the north, he thought about it, his expression was solemn, and he said in a solemn tone:

"Take care!"

The simplicity and straightforwardness reveal a sense of heaviness of people who have no reason to go north.