Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 97 You...you woke up
"Killing me Qiushui so many people, you still want to escape?"

As soon as the seal of the ghost coffin was opened, Mr. Da snarled, jumped down in the air, waved his wide sleeves, and turned his hands into a seal. His palm was like a five-fingered mountain and he slapped it towards Jianjianping. The black evil spirit was held in Mr. Da's hands.

The black evil spirit made a piercing hissing sound, and kept struggling in Mr. Da's hands.

"It's just his soul, if you destroy him, you won't be able to hurt his roots"

Song Shuwen looked at the black evil spirit and said bitterly.

"I know." Looking at the cloud of black energy struggling in his hands, Mr. Da sneered with a gloomy expression: "Do you still remember how we dealt with those people in Hell?"

As he said that, he saw a mass of red flames without a trace of variegation emerging from the palm of his other hand, and then put the black evil spirit on top of the flames.

Haw—

A terrible howl resounded through the Twin Fish Peak.

Seeing the flames gradually consuming the mass of black baleful energy, and the mournful wailing in his ears, Mr. Da said coldly without changing his face:

"If it wasn't for the intermediary of the Immortal Mansion back then, I, Qiu Shui, would have already killed you in Hell Prison, killing all of you in Hell Prison!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mass of black evil energy had been completely burned away by him.

"You should ask him what hell intends to do this time."

Song Shuwen frowned.

"It's just a soul, it's not enough for him to betray Hell."

Mr. Da said with an indifferent appearance.

Speaking of which, he suddenly looked at Song Shuwen with a puzzled expression and said:

"Junior Shuwen, are we really old? So old that even the gang of soldiers and crab generals in Hell dare to kill my disciple Qiushui right under our noses."

"If you talk about age, you are indeed old."

Song Shuwen smiled wryly, but immediately his expression turned cold, and he looked in the direction of Qinglian Immortal Mansion and said, "Although I am getting older, besides playing cards, drinking and chess, I still have the strength to hold a sword. What do you think, Mr. Da?"

"It's more than that? I can kill a few Rakshasas in Hell!"

Mr. Da felt relieved and laughed wildly.

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Seeing the mass of black evil energy burn out in the hands of Mr. Da, Li Yunsheng was always relieved. The tense nerves these days have also been relaxed, but this relaxation has caused problems, whether it is musculoskeletal or meridian spirit. The excruciating pain hit him all at once, and he fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, and vaguely saw several figures running towards him, shouting anxiously.

When Li Yunsheng woke up again, he found that he was already lying on the bed in the cabin.

The old locust trees swaying outside the window, the mountains of autumn water like ink paintings, the familiar furnishings in the room, and the sound of boiling water in the kettle made Li Yunsheng feel much more at ease.

Lying on the bed, I thought about this sword test meeting. Although there was an accident in the middle of the meeting because of the people in hell, it was still very fruitful for Li Yunsheng, especially the one with Pu Sangeng.This was Li Yunsheng's true confrontation without external help, and it was a matter of life and death.

Li Yunsheng kept imitating the situation of the battle that day in his mind, and then kept adjusting and correcting the order and number of moves he made at that time. Although it was an afterthought, it was his life in exchange for it. Maybe he will face Hell again next time. When I was a human, I would not be as embarrassed as I was that day.

"The gap in the realm is indeed insurmountable. Even if I combine the Tiger Fist, Cloud Walking Step, and Imperial Talisman to the extreme, it will cost a lot for Pu Sangen to win the Spiritual Realm."

Thinking this way, he stretched out the hand with the yarrow bracelet, which was originally a grid that grew out of his daily reciting of "Taixuan Soul-Suppressing Sutra", but this time it was completely exhausted, not to mention more consumed One grid, if the calculation of the yarrow bracelet is correct, Li Yunsheng is only 19 years old now.

"When you come to this fairy mansion, your lifespan will not increase but decrease..."

Li Yunsheng smiled wryly.

He thought in his heart that in the future, he would dodge such competitions whenever he could. After all, other people's competitions would consume physical strength and real energy, and he would be wasting his life.

"What's the meaning of the last sentence of the person in Hell?"

He also remembered the phrase "It's you, it's you!"

Reminiscing that he instinctively used the Autumn Water Sword Art in the end, Li Yunsheng couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, and said to himself: "Could it be that the people in Hell have discovered the real appearance of the death of the four ghost messengers?"

But if you think about it carefully, the scene that day was either you die or I die. Li Yunsheng didn't feel that there was anything wrong in his heart, but if the people in the teacher knew about it, how should he explain this matter? Knowing who was the person who poured so much real energy into him that day, but when the soldiers came to cover him up, Li Yunsheng had no choice but to take a step forward.

"Ok?"

The water in the kettle was boiling more and more fiercely, and Li Yunsheng also felt a little thirsty. Just as he wanted to get up and move the kettle away from the stove, he found a person lying on his feet.

He looked up and couldn't laugh or cry. It turned out that Sang Xiaoman was lying on his bedside and fell asleep.

All her black hair was spread on Li Yunsheng's bed, her face was lying on the side of Li Yunsheng's bed, her mouth was pursed and chewing something.

I don't know if it was because she was disturbed by Li Yunsheng's movement when she got up, Sang Xiaoman suddenly raised her head sleepily, she tilted her head and looked at Li Yunsheng for a while, Li Yunsheng quietly watched her reaction without saying a word.

"You... you woke up."

Seemingly awake, Sang Xiaoman said with half-opened eyes.

But as soon as she finished speaking, her almond eyes widened suddenly, and she shouted excitedly: "Little brother, you, you, you woke up!"

If Li Yunsheng hadn't stretched out his hand to stop her, she would have rushed over directly. Li Yunsheng, who was injured all over, didn't think he could stand such a toss.

"Senior sister... why are you here?"

Li Yunsheng interrupted Sang Xiaoman who was speaking incoherently.

"You are injured, I will take care of you." Sang Xiaoman said seriously: "By the way, you are thirsty, I will pour water for you."

While talking, Sang Xiaoman stood up to pour water for Li Yunsheng.

"Where are my senior brothers?"

Li Yunsheng was a little puzzled, because as far as he knew, his senior brothers had never had a good impression of Sang Xiaoman, and it was impossible to let her here alone.

"Those brothers of yours are all stubborn. I heard that you were injured by the people in Hell, and they all clamored to go to the people in Hell to settle the score. If the people in Hell couldn't find it, now go ask the Immortal Mansion for help." Going to speak."

As she spoke, she took a glass of water and sat next to Li Yunsheng naturally, preparing to feed Li Yunsheng with the glass.

"I... can drink it myself."

Li Yunsheng took the cup by himself.

"Hey, I'm used to feeding these days."

Sang Xiaoman said with a smile.

As she spoke, she yawned again, then lay down beside Li Yunsheng's bed, turned her face and squinted at Li Yunsheng and said:

"Junior brother, I want to lie down for a while longer, you are always thirsty in the middle of the night..."

After speaking, I really fell asleep again.

Looking at Sang Xiaoman who just fell asleep like this, Li Yunsheng felt ashamed suddenly. The other party helped him so much and took care of him. He didn't seem to thank him very much all the time, but what he is worst at is saying these polite words. In the past, when Li Shanzhu bought him delicious and interesting things, he just took them without saying a word. Although he was very grateful in his heart, his mouth was so stupid that he couldn't say anything.

When Sang Xiaoman fell asleep, Li Yunsheng quietly got off the bed, then hugged Sang Xiaoman to the bed and covered him with the quilt, washed himself, and went into the kitchen next door.

　I'm very sorry, I wrote this chapter last night with a fever, and then I quickly deleted it when I saw it was a mess, so many people saw the update but couldn't see it.

　　
　
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