Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 211 The Sword of Conceit

Almost at the moment before Xue Lang went to unlock the seal of the stele.

Shi Wenxuan stood motionless at the door of Mu Ningshuang's room like a stone statue.

It wasn't until the flickering stream of light when the stone tablet was released from the seal slipped past the window in the corridor that the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

He raised his hand, ready to knock on the door, but put it down again, and then put his hand on the door, a stream of real energy flowed out from the dantian, running through the meridians in his arm, and the strength came out from his palm and fingertips, with incredible strength Not too big, just enough to break the latch behind the front.

From raising his hand to breaking the latch, there was no sound at all.

Shi Wenxuan was very satisfied with this, even though he knew that even if he kicked the door hard at this moment, Mu Ningshuang inside would never be awakened.

After pushing open the door, the first thing Shi Wenxuan saw was Mu Ningshuang sleeping soundly on the bed.

Although Mu Ningshuang was covered with a quilt at the moment, Shi Wenxuan seemed to be able to see Mu Ningshuang's graceful figure through the quilt, and felt a little thirsty and excited for no reason.

Especially Mu Ningshuang's soft breathing made it even more difficult for him not to take a step.

However, he still tried his best to suppress his slightly excited emotions, because he knew that Mu Ningshuang was already in his pocket, and "eating" irrationally is the behavior of wild beasts, and chewing slowly is the way to go. The manner of a superior human being.

Finally, after Shi Wenxuan felt his mood calm down, he closed the door and walked to Mu Ningshuang's bed without haste.

"Did you go to the wrong room?"

Before Shi Wenxuan reached out to lift Mu Ningshuang's quilt.

Mu Ningshuang's cold voice suddenly came from under the quilt.

At the same time as her voice came out, there was also a long sword shining with cold light, and the long sword pierced Shi Wenxuan's chest without any hesitation.

However, Shi Wenxuan dodged extremely quickly, and before Mu Ningshuang's sword touched him, he had already dodged to the door.

"The room smells like Wang Xiaoshui, yet you're still awake?"

Seeing Mu Ningshuang sitting up from the bed holding the sword, Shi Wenxuan asked with a gloomy face.

"I really forgot Xiaoshui."

An abrupt voice came from the corner of the room window with a hint of surprise.

"Who?!"

Shi Wenxuan shouted nervously.

As soon as his voice fell, he saw a small piece of paper with a spark floating on the oil lamp in the room. The paper ignited the oil lamp, illuminating the originally dark room together with Shi Wenxuan's tense face.

"It's you!?"

Also illuminated is the corner where the sound came out just now.

I saw Li Yunsheng standing there peacefully.

"The Wangxiao water you mentioned, is it a sleeping potion made from the excrement of this moth?"

When Li Yunsheng raised his hand, a beautiful blue moth came out of nowhere and stood on Li Yunsheng's fingertips.

This blue moth is He Buzheng's dream-eating moth. Some time ago, because Li Yunsheng could understand everything in his class, why Buzheng gave him one when he was happy.

And that Wangxiaoshui is a potion made from the dung of the dream-eating moth. When this Wangxiaoshui meets the air, it will turn into mist. Ordinary people will be stupid for a lifetime after inhaling it, and cultivators will sleep for a long time after inhaling it. The most important thing is that it will make the practitioner wake up but not awake, that is, he clearly feels that he is awake and can even feel the things around him, but he just cannot move and cannot wake up.

There are actually many antidotes for this Wang Xiaoshui, but the best one is the dream-eating moth itself, this dream-eating moth likes to eat poison.

"Where did you get the dream-eating moth?"

Seeing this dream-eating moth, Shi Wenxuan was even more surprised than when he saw Li Yunsheng, and at the same time understood why Mu Ningshuang was awake.

Although he was still calm at this moment, he was really terrified in his heart. Leaving aside the matter of where Li Yunsheng got the dream-eating moth, it happened that he sent the dream-eating moth just when he asked Liu Yuhuan to poison Mu Ningshuang. coincide.

"Did he know about my plan in advance?"

Shi Wenxuan couldn't believe it.

"It doesn't matter where the moth came from."

Li Yunsheng shook his hand, and the dream-eating moth flew around him, then got into his sleeve and disappeared.

"Brother Wenxuan, what are you doing in Senior Sister Ningshuang's room so quietly at night?"

he asked knowingly.

"Aren't you there?"

Shi Wenxuan sneered.

As he spoke, he glanced out the window and saw more and more streamers overflowing from the stone tablet in the distance, he felt relieved.

As the saying goes, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, so now he has nothing to be afraid of, and he is not even afraid of Qiushui, how can he be afraid of two juniors whose cultivation level is much lower than his?
"I'm different from you, senior brother. I only came in after my senior sister's permission."

Li Yunsheng put his hands into his sleeves and looked at Shi Wenxuan seriously.

"Heh... It looks like I was fucked by you two little bastards."

The corner of Shi Wenxuan's mouth curled up and he silently shook his shoulders and smiled, then raised his head suddenly, and the long sword came out of its sheath from his waist with a "clang", and stabbed Li Yunsheng sharply without hesitation.

Obviously the closest to him is Mu Ningshuang, but he chose to "send" the first sword to Li Yunsheng. Firstly, it was because of his unpreparedness, and secondly, it was because of his vengeful character—since Li Yunsheng ruined him. With this perfect plan, he would easily kill Li Yunsheng.

Moreover, in his opinion, whether they are his opponents or not, what difference does it make to kill first?
Undoubtedly, Shi Wenxuan was as satisfied with his sword as he was with the palm he pushed the door when he entered.

Whether it is speed, strength or timing, it is perfect.

He even saw in his mind the scene of Li Yunsheng clutching his neck desperately and rolling all over the floor when his throat was pierced.

Compared with Shi Wenxuan's confidence in himself, Li Yunsheng only saw the arrogance and conceit in Shi Wenxuan's sword.

At the same time as Shi Wenxuan drew out his sword, he stretched out his hand that was in his sleeve, and saw that his right hand flicked and hooked.

A few talisman papers flew up from the ground like lightning, gathered and scattered in an instant, turned into a raging haze to meet Shi Wenxuan's sword, and bombarded away like a giant's punch.

The reason why Li Yunsheng felt that Shi Wenxuan's sword was arrogant and conceited was not because the sword was not good enough or strong enough, but because the sword did not leave him a way out at all, and he was still full of flaws. Exposed in front of Li Yunsheng.

Li Yunsheng's magical crane talisman could only defend against the enemy, and for a cultivator like Shi Wenxuan, it was a bit reluctant to use it to defend against the enemy.

However, because he was prepared and facing such a conceited sword from Shi Wenxuan, the Crane Crane Talisman, which could only defend against the enemy, now bombarded Shi Wenxuan who was full of flaws like a trump card.

Hearing a "bang", Shi Wenxuan slammed into the door, and the remaining strength of the magic talisman even shattered the door.

"Senior Sister Ningshuang!"

Following Li Yunsheng's sound, Mu Ningshuang shot towards Shi Wenxuan's fallen place like a white lightning bolt, and the long sword in her hand chopped off at Shi Wenxuan's legs without hesitation.

"what!"

With Shi Wenxuan's wailing, both of his legs were cut off.

(End of this chapter)