I save the world with a knife

Chapter 118 Bloody Battle
Wall-breaking beads work!

Rong Xian could clearly feel that when there was a wave in the barrier of the defensive magic weapon, the morale of the cultivator on the opposite side was instantly boosted.

When the second wall-breaking bead hit, the cracks increased to two, and the power in the defensive magic weapon was consumed violently.

When the third wall-breaking bead hit, the number of cracks increased to four, and the entire barrier was getting thinner.

The fourth...

fifth...

……

When the tenth broken wall beads are installed on the densely packed cracks.

'Cha! '

The clear voice came to the ears, and everyone looked up.

The barrier is broken.

Miao Wu has not rushed back yet.

When the murderous aura from the opposite side came overwhelmingly, Rong Xian sighed - Miao Wu, you are really unreliable.

It seems that tonight is not having a good time.

She tried to send a message to Mr. Gu, but found that the jade slip was like a dead stone, without any change.

As expected.

She raised her eyes and looked towards the enemy.

On the opposite side, a monk was eager to make meritorious service, so he swung his long whip and rolled towards Rong Xian.

He didn't take Rong Xian seriously, she was just a child in the Qi training period.

Sending so many people out for such a simple task is a waste of resources.

He thought he could easily catch Rong Xian, but he saw the girl sitting on the ground throw a candy. The candy contained her spiritual power and collided with the long whip, blocking the long whip.

At the same time, she stood up immediately, and a sharp dagger appeared in her hand at some point.

She flipped her palms again, and a beautiful palace lantern lighted up unhurriedly.

The palace lanterns were suspended in mid-air, and mysterious power enveloped them.

Zhou Lantern!Time pause!
Rong Xian's strength is limited, and it is impossible to activate the Zhou Lantern for a long time. She can only seize every opportunity and walk among the crowd at an extremely fast speed, reducing every enemy she loses.

A cold light flashed on the dagger, and blood spurted from the necks of several monks.

But Rong Xian had already retracted the dagger, and there was not a single drop of blood on her body.

The light of the Zhou Lantern went out, and darkness fell again.

Time still moves forward unhurriedly.

The group of monks blinked and found that three of their companions died suddenly. Their expressions changed drastically, and they immediately searched for the abnormality, and finally fixed their eyes on the weird palace lantern that had been extinguished.

"Be careful, that lamp is weird." Someone reminded.

There was a flash of greed in the eyes of several people, and they flew towards Zhou Lantern quickly,
There were also people with sarcasm: "It's just relying on the magic weapon. She can use this lamp a few times in a small period of Qi refining."

While speaking, a sword stabbed at him, Rong Xian narrowly avoided the attack towards his neck, the neck was slashed by the sword energy, and faint blood oozes out.

Her expression remained unchanged, she raised her hand to wipe away the blood, and the dagger in her hand disappeared.

With a gesture of raising her hand, Zhou Deng turned into a stream of light at the fingertips of those monks and penetrated into her eyebrows.

At the same time, a large black cloak appeared out of thin air, draped over her body, and wrapped her whole body in it.

When her hand came out from under the cloak, a black, blood-stained clock appeared in her hand.

Evening clock.

"clang!"

The dull and solemn bell rang, making everyone in a trance for a moment.

Rong Xian disappeared from everyone's eyes at once, and everyone's expression changed when they saw this, they took out their weapons and searched around vigilantly.

The faint smell of blood dissipated, and everyone immediately looked towards the source of the smell, and saw Rong Xian cut a monk's neck open with a knife.

This group of people was not afraid, and gathered around them as excitedly as a shark smelling blood.

It doesn't matter how many people die, they admit that this kid has some skills, but that's all.

Anyone who can be killed by her is trash, and if one dies, there will be one less reward to fight for.

They are more excited.

Rong Xian is a person who doesn't like to see her enemies happy. She finds the one who smiles the happiest, and wipes the other's neck with a knife.

She counted in her heart, first, second, third...

One after another, people who wanted her life were killed by her, until only one of the ten foundation-establishing monks remained.

The man's face was pale, and he raised his head to look at the huge black bell above his head in a trance, only then did he realize why a little monk in the Qi refining period could kill them all.

It's this clock!
The clock is weird! !

When the bell rang, suppress their strength and pull them to the same level as Rong Xian's strength.

The smell of blood and death came, and the man only had time to turn around before he felt a pain in his head and fell into darkness.

The last thing I saw was the child suspended in mid-air with desolate eyes.

That is a person with despair in his heart, his emotion is extremely strong and disgusting towards the world, and his eyes are full of inhumanity that regards everything as air.

His last thought was to laugh.

Does the landlord Gu Sheng know the true face of his disciple?

This kind of people……

How could such a person have feelings.

She is a monster!monster!

After the last person died, Rong Xian sat down on the ground.

She looked up at Mu Tianzhong, and the negative emotions in her eyes dissipated instantly.

She reached out and poked the dead body's face, pretending to say: "Oh, I'm sorry to scare you."

She wiped off the sweat from her face, thoughtfully, she was just thinking about what kind of character design should be used to become the young master of Liuguang Tower, it seems that this character design is also suitable for such a big reaction before his death Can.

It's just that she is too weak now.

She pinched the center of her brows, her expression became serious, it's troublesome.

The people behind it were really cautious, they could send so many people to deal with her a child in the Qi refining stage.

She is really - honored.

Rong Xian sighed softly, and looked at the twenty monks who reappeared, this time not all of them were at the foundation building stage, there were also some of them at the Qi refining stage.

Surrounded by everyone, she stood up, her tone was cold and cold: "I don't even give you a break, you are really stingy."

"clang!"

The bell rang a second time.

Rong Xian's figure quickly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. She changed from the small fights she had done before to open and close wildly, and the wood spirit turned into a small snake and walked around her.

As long as she is hurt, she will go to heal.

The fire aura turned into fire needles, piercing the enemy's eyebrows precisely.Each needle took a life, leaving a scorched black pattern on the corpse, and never missed it.

At the same time, the wounds on her body continued to increase.The bright red blood soaked the clothes, but was covered by the black cloak.

One, two, three... twelve, thirteen, fourteen...

Soon after Rong Xian lost her physical strength, overlapping black spots faintly appeared in her vision.

But she didn't panic at all, the expression under the hood of the cloak was as indifferent as a jade carving, without any trace of popularity.

She maneuvered among the corpses, dancing beside the survivors.The flame dances with her, and the green light adorns her.

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...

twenty.

With black hair sticking to her face, Rong Xian kept panting heavily, and there were no enemies in sight. The corpses under the night looked like livestock, covered in human skin and raised their butcher's knives at her.

She supported a dead tree, closed her dry eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I really envy you, you can step into death without any scruples, and make your life worthless."

"In a sense, you are the pioneers who failed. Because there is never a shortage of latecomers."

"There's always someone who comes in as a gambler, dreaming of 'maybe try it and it will work'."

"For this, I am willing to give you the most tolerant revenge."

She looked back at the people who were newly teleported one by one, those innocent and naive eyes were as clear as water, tinged with madness.

"clang!"

The bell rang for the third time.

Rong Xian took out a familiar doll from her sleeve and injected it with spiritual energy.

Her figure flickered for a while, and then solidified again on the spot.

No one knows, at this time she has switched positions with the doll, and her real body has disappeared.

The dull breath suddenly suppressed, like the thicker and thicker black clouds accumulated above the head before the summer rainstorm.

Holding the sword with her fingers stiff, she looked at the thirty black figures that appeared this time.

They have no faces, no voices, and are entwined with death and blood, but she still recognizes them at a glance.

It was everyone who died at her hands just now.

Conspiracy Palace, it's over.

……

"Those who play with life will be rejected by life."

Rong Xian cut off the head of the rushing enemy with a single sword, and the aura around her was entwined with nothingness and death, making people feel dangerous at a glance.

"Then, go to hell again."

The sword in her hand slashed, and the invisible sword energy turned into sunlight, absorbing all the fire energy in the air with her as the center, clearing out a vacuum at an extremely fast speed, creating a moment of breathing for her.

This time, at least six enemies were wiped out.

There was another black shadow rushing over from behind, Rong Xian's speed of dodging was a bit slow, and the cold air pierced her body.

And at this moment, several black shadows rushed forward again, the irrational and controlled ghosts were not afraid of pain and death.

When she is entangled, she is doomed to be unable to escape.

Several weapons pierced her body, and when her movements stopped completely, the black shadow stopped.

Outside the world, someone hesitated through the light curtain.

"finished?"

"It should be, this child is really hard to kill."

"...Wait, something is wrong..."

At the same time, a voice came from the light curtain.

"Boom!" A childish but hoarse voice sounded, 'Rong Xian' who had been trapped and died by the black shadow exploded violently, smashing ten black shadows into pieces.

Not far away, Rong Xian's figure emerged from hiding.

She was holding a tattered puppet doll in her hand. Hao Ran stole it from the mechanism box on the desk in the main hall when he was making trouble at the headquarters of Liuguang Building.

Its effect is to temporarily create a distraction, and the self-destruct power is three times that of the main body.

If it wasn't for Rong Xian's current low cultivation level, this self-destruct would probably blow up this space.

But at this time, I couldn't care less.

Rong Xian took back the slow self-healing doll, and having rested enough, she picked up the sword again to absorb the aura of heaven and earth without any scruples, and broke into the ghost without any scruples...

This is a deadly war, no sound, no movement, not even the sound of corpses falling.

The ghost controlled by people has a ferocious face, and only knows to kill the only target, so it is impossible to cooperate with each other.

They have no mind, just a tool without a soul, and they even use their teeth in order to strike the enemy.

Rong Xian didn't have the slightest fear, this kind of tool was the easiest to kill.

There was a layer of fire attached to her sword, the fire was a little dark red and mysterious, causing irreversible damage to the ghost.

The fallen heads were harvested and fell down like a crop of wheat, and they reappeared in the world and stepped into hell again.

21, 22...

26, 27, 28...

29...

thirty!

The ghost suddenly dissipated, this was the easiest time she had won.

Yes, she won again.

Rong Xian licked the dried blood on her lips, her face under the hood was extremely pale.

Looking at the sky, it was pitch black, and it seemed that rain was about to fall.

She threw away the sword casually, shook her blood-stained hand, looked up into the void, and grinned, "Let's fight again."

She seemed to see the mouse peeping in the dark through the forbidden sky, and challenged it.

"clang!"

The bell rang for the fourth time.

She turned her head to look at this group of people, there were fifty or seventy of them.

Extreme exhaustion made her in no mood to make any distinctions, the number of people was not important.

As long as you live, make sure she can live.

The many monks who had just entered looked solemnly at the corpses and blood on the ground, at the small figure and the bell shadow above their heads, and they took out their weapons and rushed over.

No hold back, no mercy.

The chaotic struggle escalated into a fierce battle from the very beginning. When Rong Xian rushed into the crowd with her bare hands, she was like a spark, stimulating everyone's nerves.

Streams of sword energy came from all directions and exploded in front of everyone.

Rong Xian's figure moved quickly among the crowd, and at the moment they intersected, the fire needle pierced their eyebrows.

When the fire needle was flying to find the target, she kicked the person who was flying towards it, jumped in mid-air with her strength, reached out and pressed the heads of the two closest people, and forced them to collide. People who saw this scene only felt that their brains were buzzing ring,

The number of people sometimes doesn't play a big role, Rong Xian's sword energy is everywhere, accompanied by a sharp fire needle, piercing the eyebrows of the surrounding people at an extremely cold and sharp angle, taking their lives.

When a weapon stabbed from the side, the fire needle appeared out of nowhere, threatening the people on the other side to avoid it.

She pulled the person over smoothly and became a shield against the weapon.

Rong Xian pushed the 'shield' back, and blocked the weapon with the body of the 'shield', preventing the owner of the weapon from moving.

She flicked the dagger quickly, piercing through the man's brow with incomparable precision.

She turned around in the air to avoid the attack behind her, and pulled out the dagger when she landed...

This is undoubtedly an extremely eye-catching feast. Rong Xian's smooth movements and almost abnormal reaction ability make people who are suppressed in it feel unparalleled oppression.

The night shrouded this area, and before dawn, this place was isolated and forbidden.

Anyone who is approached by Rong Xian will not end well.

The distorted limbs, the crushed head, the unrepentant corpse with the flame imprint of scorching marks between the eyebrows, the unlucky man whose neck and trachea were cut...

Scarlet blood gathered along the low-lying areas, the piled corpses exuded a strong smell of blood, and the bottomless darkness was covered with fresh blood.

She is like a nightmare that swallows people's lives in the night, shrouding this world.

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　　At present, the child has no fever, but the cough and angioedema are still worrying.

　　I still live in the hospital now, the pediatrics has a four-person bed, there are really many sick children, and I feel so distressed.

　　Try to take time to update, but everyone knows that there is very little free time, and various inspections are running upstairs and downstairs. In addition, I am the only guardian, and the child is still young and clingy. It is really difficult.

　　When you get out of the hospital, I hope everything is ok.

　　
　
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