i have a sword fairy

Chapter 230 Breaking through the Formation in Three Steps
boom----!
When the knock on the door sounded, before Zhao Rong had time to react, Qing Jun's familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

He turned his head suddenly and subconsciously made a sound.

"Qingjun."

I saw that the door was open at this moment, and Qing Jun was holding a red lacquer brocade box, standing slim and graceful inside the threshold, her expression was flustered for a moment, but after seeing him turn his head and exclaim, Qing Jun's chest was full of pain. There was a violent ups and downs once, and it seemed to be a big sigh of relief.

However, her reddish eyes still made Zhao Rong's heart ache for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something, but Qing Jun didn't give him time to react, and turned his head away with a pretty face. , Her pair of autumn water phoenix eyes shot out a sharp icicle-like light, piercing straight towards Yu Huaijin who was beside the stone table.

Ever since Yu Huaijin turned her head to meet Concubine Zhao Ling's cold eyes, she didn't take a distracted look at the other people in the yard. Her attention was all focused on this stunning woman who rushed in through the door and showed her sharpness.

Yu Huaijin's hand holding the ruler is behind her back, and the other hand, with her forearm lying horizontally, is placed in front of her abdomen. The small hand that had been hidden in the wide sleeve for the first time is exposed for the first time. The clenched fist is like a dazzling white jade.

At this moment, it is within the small building of Dongli.

Two strange women.

A tall and cold one stood in front of the door.

One is short and thin, standing in the courtyard.

The two looked at each other.

A pair of cold and icy.

A pair of waves gradually rise.

But the momentum is evenly matched, and no one is willing to back down.

The atmosphere in Dongli Xiaozhu froze for a short time, like a pool that gradually froze in the cold winter months.

And the coldest piece of ice, Zhao Rong felt, was the sight of Qingjun and Yu Huaijin colliding like lightning, which caught him off guard.

The courtyard was quiet, and everyone's attention fell on the two women who were facing each other with swords drawn.

Zhao Rong's opened mouth gradually closed, and he wanted to shout: "My lady, help me, be careful of this witch!"

But after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, no, no.

Yu Huaijin didn't seem to abuse him much except that she didn't have anything delicious to offer him, and she ate him a cucumber and wouldn't let him go. Um, does it count if you want him to draw straight characters all the time?
But it would definitely be even more inappropriate to call "Lady stop" now, let alone whether it will cause misunderstanding and make Qingjun think that he is protecting his lover, Qingjun is standing up for him now, calling her to back down will make the lady feel wronged Chilling.

The other people in the yard didn't have Zhao Rong's troubles, but they didn't dare to speak out, and they had different reactions.

Jia Tengying was squatting in the vegetable field, while a rough man was hiding behind a cabbage plant, carefully looking at the strange and beautiful woman at the door. This should be the most beautiful woman he has seen on the mountain so far. .

Jia Tengying's eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look too much. He just felt that this woman, who made him feel ashamed no matter the clothes or appearance, was like a Qingfeng three-foot sword about to be unsheathed, just like the poems he had read before. In a moment, he will be so angry that he will rush to the sky, and Jiuzhou will be cold.

Jia Tengying frowned, and looked at Yu Huaijin anxiously. Seeing that her expression seemed to be still calm, he breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, he also calmed down a little.

On the other side, Fan Yushu had nothing to worry about. He sat behind the stone table, buried his head in the pile of books, showed two bright eyes, and looked at the two women who were staring at each other with relish. With his good friend Zhao Rong beside him, Fan Yushu could still yell out the words of "fight, let's fight".

He turned his head and looked at Concubine Zhao Ling expectantly, brothers and sisters come on...

Zhao Rong couldn't think of any suitable words for a while, so he turned his eyes to Li Jinshu, the senior brother standing outside the door.

However, before they had time to exchange glances, one of the two women in the center of the audience had already spoken.

Yu Huaijin suddenly asked, "Are you Concubine Zhao Ling of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion?"

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't bother to answer her words, seeing that she dared not withdraw the ceremony that restrained Brother Rong, Concubine Zhao Ling stepped out directly.

This step is the emergence of visions.

In the center of the courtyard, inside the white porcelain bowl placed on the ground, the calm water suddenly created waves from the center, circle after circle, at the same interval.

The circular ripples came out through the bowl, and immediately dissipated into the air.

At the same time, between Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Rong and the others beside the stone table, the air in the originally empty courtyard suddenly became dense.

Concubine Zhao Ling is like a human-shaped ice cube in syrup. This human-shaped outline is formed around her body at a distance of three fingers, and there are wrinkles blocked by water waves.

Concubine Zhao Ling felt this invisible obstacle that repulsed her and tried to unknowingly distort her straight forward pace. She narrowed her long eyes, and the spiritual energy in her body suddenly turned, reciprocating in the eight extraordinary meridians and twelve serious meridians as wide as a great river. Pentium, it has flowed thousands of miles in an instant.

In the small world inside the body, the "big river of spiritual energy" washes over the "river of meridians", and thousands of waves are knocked out, hitting the shore and rising straight to the blue clouds.

In the heart lake of the dome and the lotus pond, the green lotus bloomed slightly, and the flying sword green plum hidden in it, a sword sound, resounded through the small world inside the body.

The snow-white spray rushing up to the sea of ​​clouds is the purest drop of spiritual energy. In the sound of the sword, a phantom of a green plum is vaguely born in each drop of spray.

Thousands of green plums did not fall with the rain of water droplets and clouds, but the sword lights burst out, and they shot straight into the sky in an instant, like heavy rain pouring down on the sky.

Pierce the dome and come out through the body.

In front of Dongli Xiaozhu's gate, Concubine Zhao Ling's body suddenly shot out a snow-white sword light, and the whole body was full of sword energy.

A female swordsman, angry at the bullfight.

The three-finger outline that was originally prominent in the "dense air" rose three feet, as if the giant's figure had expanded several times, and each ray of sword energy was a green blade.

Beside the stone table, Yu Huaijin frowned slightly, but stopped talking.

Just the next second.

Concubine Zhao Ling took another step. For some reason, this step directly crossed more than half of the distance, and she was about to reach the stone table.

In the white porcelain bowl in the center of the courtyard, the water surface that was originally only turbulent, suddenly the water droplets jumped and turned, and the light red tea wine boiled like boiling hot water.

Yu Huaijin felt displeased, frowned, and disappeared in front of the stone table. The next moment, she suddenly appeared in the middle of the courtyard. The white porcelain bowl that was originally placed on the ground was held in her hand steadily.

Yu Huaijin looked down at the water surface in the bowl, and said softly:

"The light of the lake and the moon and the moon are in harmony, and there is no goggles on the pool surface."

Say what you say.

Above the white porcelain bowl, a line of poetry appeared out of thin air, which was exactly what she chanted softly.

Immediately, this line of neatly arranged verses, like pearls whose lines have been removed, fell into the bowl one word at a time.

Ding Ding Dang Dang————

Large beads and small beads fall on a jade plate.

The surface of the water, which was boiling and tumbling a second ago, calmed down in an instant as the last "pearl" dipped below the water surface.

In the bowl, there are twinkling lake lights and a round of autumn moon.

I heard that Confucian monks can intercept the sentences of their hearts in the poems or scriptures, pick them out with one hand, and nourish them in the grand little world in their bodies.

Yu Huaijin was holding a bowl, which contained a round of "Autumn Moon". She raised her head and looked at Concubine Zhao Ling with a face as flat as a lake.

I saw that Zhao Lingfei didn't know when she got up, but she shrank back to the gate of the courtyard.

No progress.

Just like Zhao Rong's ghost hit the wall back then.

Seeing this, Concubine Zhao Ling's lips twitched slightly, she tilted her head, raised her hand, stretched out her lush fingers, and lightly tapped the flickering tassel on one end of the step between the black silk.

The cleanliness that had been swinging on the swing suddenly exploded.

The surging purple air filled the entire Dongli Xiaozhu in an instant.

The entire ritual array is covered and surrounded by purple air.

If you look down from the sky at this moment, you will find a semicircular purple sphere above the ground, in a corner of the Nanyuan Academy.

Ziqi covered the semi-circular array protecting Dongli Xiaozhu quietly, without any intention of flowing or churning.

Inside the Dongli Xiaozhu, Yu Huaijin raised his head and saw the deep purple clouds that covered the sky and covered the sun without revealing a ray of sunlight. He opened his eyes slightly,
She turned around abruptly, holding the bowl in both hands, facing north, ready to pray.

Just at this moment, somewhere above the semicircular barrier, the originally quiet purple air circulated slightly for a moment, forming an imperceptible small vortex.

Concubine Zhao Ling's heart moved, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and the handleless sword suddenly appeared beside her.

Jump again.

In a blink of an eye, it reached the loophole.

Jump again.

Ding----!
A strange sound came from nowhere.

Like a flawless silver mirror touched lightly by an iron cone.

After this crisp sound.

The inside and outside of Dongli Xiaozhu became strangely quiet.

Not long after, the purple air gradually dissipated.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't even look at it. She carried the food box and directly lifted her foot, taking the third step since being admitted to the hospital today.

It has reached Zhao Rong's side.

The step swing inserted above her cloud temples, the purple tassels hanging down are still the same, and the swing continues to be clean.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head to look at Yu Huaijin.

I saw that the old-fashioned woman was staring down, the white porcelain bowl was broken, and her hand was like a cup of water, and an "autumn moon" fell on the palm of her hand.

　I'm not in good shape today, and I feel uncomfortable, brothers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)