Chapter 509: Hidden Wind and Thunder (Part 2)
North Desert, Tianya.
The violent and violent sword demon's body sank little by little until it sank to the bottom of the cliff, never to be seen again.
In the sky, Ning Baimei was gasping for air. Her long hair, which had been neatly tied up, was now loose. Her plain and smooth gown was already stained with blood. Even her right hand holding the sword was trembling.
But his eyes were still as bright as stars, and there was a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"The sword demon has received nine swords from the senior brother. Finally, it is no longer violent and its aura is much weaker."
On the edge of the cliff, Dong Qianran said softly: "Now, even if it is me... as long as I hold it in my hand A wise sword is also capable of fighting. "
Ning Wushu said nothing, looking up at his father's back in the sky, his eyes full of worry.
As if he knew what she was thinking, Ning Baimei turned around at this moment, glanced at her, and chuckled: "Don't worry, it's okay."
Ning Wushu He frowned and said, "You can't hold your sword tightly anymore."
"It's inevitable to be injured." Ning Baimei smiled.
After saying that, his figure flashed back to the edge of the cliff.
With a clang, the sword was returned to its sheath and handed back to Dong Qianran's hand.
"Elder brother..." Dong Qianran looked at the bloody fingerprints on the sword hilt and scabbard, and her tone became a little worried: "Your injury..."
"Don't worry, although it's injured It will be heavier than before, but it will be no problem until I return to Beijing." Ning Baimei smiled and said, "Of course, it will be..."
Halfway through his words, his breathing suddenly became a little rapid and his face turned pale.
But he just frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pointed his sword at several acupuncture points on his body, and then calmed down again.
"Huh..."
He exhaled softly and said slowly: "This sword demon is much more ferocious than in previous years... It doesn't matter. When we return to the capital, the scabbard of the Wang Sword Can absorb all the remaining sword energy in my body."
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at his junior sister and daughter beside him: "How? This battle lasted for several days, you can see clearly. The trick of the sword demon? ”
Dong Qianran breathed out lightly, nodded and said: "The sword demon is a condensed object of sword energy and sword intention. Every inch of sword intention is a sword move, from simple and simple to exquisite... The little girl counted all the way, a total of three thousand Nine hundred and eighty-six moves."
"Thirty-six hundred and twenty-two of them are recorded in the Zhangjian Academy, and I know all of them."
"The remaining three. Of the one hundred and sixty-four moves, there are two hundred and seventeen. Although the little girl doesn't recognize them, she can recognize their inheritance. With a little effort, she can trace them back to their origins."
"Only the last hundred. Forty-seven moves... I have never seen it, never understood it, or even understood it."
"So..." After hearing what she said, Ning Baimei asked, "How many can you crack?"
"Hmm..."
After thinking for a moment, Dong Qianran said in a deep voice: "If you fight with all your strength, some sword moves may not necessarily need to be broken, but you may be able to defeat them - if the little sister is the only one to fight the enemy, she should be among the best. In the meantime, each of them may have their own special skills to fight for the opportunity; if there is another person to help, go all out, maybe kill him..."
"Stop talking about killing him"
Ning Baimei. He smiled slightly and said: "The sword demon is a dead thing and cannot be killed. You can only temporarily suppress it and repel it..."
As he said that, he turned his attention to Ning Wushu again.
Ning Wushu shook his head and said: "I don't understand swords."
"It doesn't matter." Ning Baimei asked: "Then can you understand the sword demon?"
"I can't understand."
Ning Wushu frowned slightly and said: "But the body at the core of the sword demon..."
Ning Baimei's eyes brightened: "How?"
"He doesn't seem to be really dead." Ning Wushu muttered: "Although I can feel that the sword energy and sword intent all over the sword demon's body are all coming from the sword on the chest of the corpse, but I always feel that the sword demon can Being so powerful is also related to the corpse."
Ning Baimei smiled: "My father has long suspected this matter, but what happens in the end can only be found out in the future." After that. , he slightly suppressed his smile and said softly: "Keep in mind, after leaving this place, never talk about the sword demon casually; at the same time, if it is not necessary, do not fight with the sword demon easily... only when it is restless, you can Actively suppress it. "
"As for how to judge whether it is restless, I will explain it after returning to Beijing."
As he said, he coughed twice and said: "At this time... let's go back first."
After saying that, Ning Baimei took the lead and walked forward, leaving footprints on the sand under her feet. The shallow footprints were filled with blood and mixed with the sand. Dong Qianran and Ning Wushu could see that the two The person's face looked slightly strange.
But in the end, they said nothing and followed Ning Baimei back the way they came...
...
Xiaoyu Pavilion.
The man in black hat walked slowly on the dark and dark trail, with a pair of indifferent eyes looming under the black hat.
From time to time, he passed by killers rushing to new tasks, but compared to before, there were far fewer killers running around the pavilion now.
Heili people knew that this was because of Wu Yan.
There were too many people who went after Wu Yan... too many killers died because of him.
Thinking of this, a trace of worry and sigh flashed across the eyes of the Kuroliman who were originally emotionless.
Soon, he crossed the winding stream, walked across the wooden bridge, and passed through stone gates, and finally arrived at the mysterious hall located in the deepest part of the ancient tomb.
But as soon as he stepped into the hall, a strong and violent aura came to him!
The pupils of the black man shrank, and he flew back like light smoke or flying catkins. His figure flickered like a feather, swaying unsteadily in the violent aura, and finally landed gently on the ground.
After landing, he saw that the entire hall was in a state of panic!
The black curtains were torn and chopped into pieces, turning into black flying snow all over the sky; the stone walls everywhere were covered with extremely deep sword marks, and countless chopped stones were scattered in the corners.
In the middle of the main hall, His Majesty, dressed in black robes, was half-kneeling on the ground with his back to the black robe man. The outline of his back was deeply undulating, as if he had just experienced a battle.
"Your Majesty..."
Heiliren whispered: "Are you okay?"
"..."
After a moment of silence, Your Majesty's voice softened. Slowly came: "What are you doing here? Is Wu Yan dead?"
The voice was not like a human voice at all, as if it came from another world, without a trace of human emotion, like the whisper of an ancient god, and There is a soft sound like a handful of jade stones colliding with each other, and it is impossible to distinguish between men, women, old and young.
The black hat man said calmly: "Wu Yan, I met Fu Qingzhou again. This time, he did not leave again."
The back of the Lord froze visibly to the naked eye.
After another period of silence, he slowly stood up.
Seeing that he was silent, Heiliren continued: "My lord means... Fu Qingzhou is also going to die."
"I understand."
His Majesty said in a buzzing voice: "Then let's do it."
"Wulizhuang is already doing it." Heiliren said calmly: "However, only Tong is left in Wuli Village and can still fight. If Tong It also failed..."
"Then it's up to you."
Your Majesty interrupted him and said solemnly.
Heiliren said nothing more, bowed his head to the background of His Majesty, and slowly exited the hall.
Soon, the hall fell into darkness and calm again, leaving only the Lord standing like a sculpture.
(End of this chapter)