I save the world with a knife

Chapter 168 You Are Crazy (Replaced)
The disease doctor observed the young master with a sullen face, only then did he notice the faint blue and black under the eyes of the young master and his slightly pale face.

He was silent for a while, and then reluctantly kept the matter in his heart, and answered the young master's words: "This matter is the luthier's secret, so please don't reveal it to the young master."

Rong Xian brushed back the hair that had fallen down and almost covered her eyes. Those eyes that gave off a sense of vastness when she calmed down seemed to be filled with the tide of the rising and setting of the sun and a sigh that pierced everything.

This disease doctor is really cautious, even if he calls luthier like a scumbag, he won't reveal a word that should be concealed.

"Where's the luthier?" Rong Xian asked instead of continuing the previous topic.

The disease doctor was silent again, and his heart twitched.

What's going on today, as soon as I talk to the young host, I feel that everything is taboo.

The swordsman, who was still missing a string in his brain, said carelessly: "The luthier was called away by the singing girl, but it won't take long, and he may be back soon..."

He suddenly turned his head to avoid a sharp sword aura, and swallowed the words again.

The swordsman looked at the young host in horror. The person who was kind just now is completely different now.Those eyes were extremely gloomy, and the unique aura of death made people suffocate instantly, and even the instinct to resist was forgotten.

How terrible.

She held on to the sword, and exuded an awe-inspiring aura in her gestures, "In this way, I can only kill you as soon as possible, and I will be able to leave this ghost place."

After all, without giving the swordsman and the disease doctor time to react, she saw that Chao and the two slashed, and the dazzling sword light flew into the sky. The blue and cloudless sky was cut in half by a huge black space crack. The astral wind emerged from the space crack, like a natural disaster.

This sword nearly knocked the doctor and the swordsman out of their wits.

The swordsman lost his mind and said: "Natural disaster, there is such a powerful talent in the way of swords that no one can match."

The title of swordsman should have been given to someone else a long time ago, he is not worthy of it.

Ji Yi grabbed the swordsman dangerously and dangerously, and took the risk of being severely injured to pull the swordsman out of shape, avoiding the deadly sword aura, but he was also swept by the sword aura, and half of his body was stained with blood.

The disease doctor was so annoyed that he slapped the swordsman on the forehead with his palm, panting heavily, and said in a weak voice: "What time is it, come back to my senses!"

The swordsman woke up in a jerk after being photographed, and hugged the doctor to avoid the flying sword aura, and a strand of hair on his sideburns was cut off by the sword aura.If he hadn't dodged fast enough, his skull would have been blown off.

The swordsman felt bitter, every time something about the luthier was involved, he, an innocent person, would always be implicated.

Rong Xian saw that although the two had worked hard to hide, but neither of them was in danger of life, the hand holding the sword paused, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, watching the two jumping up and down with interest.

It seems that she put too much water, otherwise how could the two of them be so energetic.

She swung the sword again, and the powerful sword energy drove all the long swords within a thousand miles to clank and hum, as if worshiping the king.

The swordsman and the disease doctor were even more embarrassed by the naked eye, especially the swordsman, even a piece of scalp was cut off.

He was a little broken, and was almost blown off the sky spirit cover again, the natural disaster was too dangerous.

She was a child ten years ago, and they were powerful monks.

Ten years later, they are still powerful monks, but the opponent can crush them to death with one hand.

The way of heaven is unfair, is this opening the back door to natural disasters in cultivation?

Suddenly, a sword qi pierced the swordsman's chest, just rightly strung him together with the disease doctor, and nailed him to a big tree.

The swordsman snorted, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The crispy doctor behind him had already passed out.

swordsman:……

Since getting acquainted with the luthier, most of the injuries on his body were caused by the luthier.

The injury from being beaten by the luthier a few days ago is still not healed, and today he was severely injured by a natural disaster.

You-damn!
The swordsman wanted to swear countless swear words, but he swallowed them back because of the sword energy floating around.

I will endure.

In his long sleeves, he kept sending letters to the luthier with trembling hands.

As for the leader, he has already flown out of the sky to play with Master Gu.

Swordsman: Luthier, luthier! !
Swordsman: Lutheran, please help, the natural disaster is going to kill us! !

The luthier who was being dragged by the singing girl not to hurt the name of the natural disaster, not to bully people too much... suddenly raised his head and looked towards the mountainside. There was a huge sword energy raging there, and just feeling it from a distance made people feel chills.

The singer said solemnly, "Something went wrong, is it a natural disaster?"

But the luthier chuckled again, with a loose tone, elegant and charming with unpredictable depth: "It's her, I didn't expect her to have the strength to draw a sword, but I underestimated her."

The singing girl suddenly turned her head to look at the luthier, what nonsense were you talking about just now?
What does it mean to strike a sword with strength?What have you done to people!
While the two were talking, the jade slip on the luthier's body trembled crazily.

The luthier took it out and saw that it was the swordsman calling for help.

The singing girl tilted her head and glanced, her expression tightened: "Rescue people immediately."

The luthier flew towards the halfway up the mountain unhurriedly. Feeling the power, he hooked his lips and said in a pleasant voice, "She has strong resilience. I'm very happy. It's fun to toss like this."

"She really should be my true love."

When the singing girl heard this, she almost staggered and fell from mid-air.

It's because she is ignorant, and she has never seen such true love.

When the two rushed towards the mountain, Miao Wu, who had just stepped into Sifang City, suddenly looked in the direction of Mo Kongshan. She sensed the familiar sword energy, and heard the clanging of swords from countless monks. She turned her footsteps, and quickly Fly in that direction.

"Hey, my sword..."

"The sword chimes, is there a strong swordsman?"

"I don't know where that sword cultivator is. I can't detect the breath of the opponent, but the opponent can affect my sword way thousands of miles away."

"Could it be that people from the Shenjianzong of the North Region appeared in the west of my region?"

Miao Wu who had already left knew that this was the young master's sword energy.

The young master seldom used a sword in Yubei, and the number of times he used it could be counted on one hand, and every time he used it in the month-to-month sparring with the Divine Sword Sect.

Only then did she know that the young master's talent in swordsmanship was so strong that he was willing to stay in the building for ten years every month, trying every means to abduct him to the Shenjian sect.

And this matter is the secret of Liuguang Building, outsiders have no way of knowing.

Now, the young master has actually drawn out his sword.

Miao Wu only felt a depression in her heart, the luthier—the luthier—the luthier——

The mention of this name made Miao Wu hate it.

Spiritual power swept across her body, turning into a ray of light and falling towards Mo Kongshan.

Faster, faster, faster.

We must rescue the young master in time.

Her mistake caused the young master to be taken away by the luthier, so she should atone for her sins and bring him out of prison.

Miao Wu didn't see that when she left, a cyan figure was silent for a moment, chasing after her figure.

Mo Kongshan, Rong Xian slowly walked up to the swordsman with the sword in hand.

She had long hair hanging loosely, and her coat hung loosely on her body. The smile on her face was like a mirror in water, giving people an inexplicable feeling that she had endured endless pain, but whitewashed the peace, and walked into the sun with a forced smile.

She raised the swordsman's chin with the tip of her sword, and frowned slightly: "You seem to...deja vu."

She was dazed for a while, and said after a while, "Ah, it's the lone hero who broke into the Liuguang Building ten years ago."

Swordsman: ...People really can't have a dark history, otherwise they may be found out and killed at any time for the rest of their lives.

"Are you spying on me for the luthier?" Rong Xian said with a hoarse voice and a cold voice.

Swordsman: I am wronged... It seems that I am not so wronged!

They were indeed ordered to watch over the natural disaster, but they were ordered by the flower master. Watching the natural disaster was to prevent her from being tortured to death by the luthier.

As a result, they were nearly killed by natural disasters.

In the eyes of the young host, the swordsman's silence is the default.

She sneered, raised her sword and stabbed the swordsman's neck.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of the piano entered the ears, so piercing that people wanted to cover their ears directly.

The swordsman's neck hurt, and a little blood fell on his clothes.

At the critical moment, the luthier's strings missed the young master's sword, only scratching his neck and saving his life.

The swordsman let out a long sigh of relief, his forehead and back were wet with cold sweat.

He was in a trance. How many times has he been so close to death?

He couldn't count it himself, it seemed that whenever the matter of the luthier was involved, he was jumping on the verge of dying.

The sound of the piano sounded, and the piano master and Rong Xian played together again.

The figure of the singing girl stopped under the big tree. She looked helplessly at the swordsman and the doctor, and with a wave of her hand, the sword energy penetrating their bodies was scattered, and the two fell straight from the tree.

The singing girl quickly stuffed a high-grade life-saving pill into the mouths of the two, and saw that the wounds on the two of them healed and their breathing calmed down, so she asked, "What's the matter with you?"

The swordsman's eyes were dark, what's going on, he was beaten by a natural disaster, what else can he do.

The disease doctor also woke up from the coma at this time. He held his wound and took a breath. When he stood up, his eyes turned black, and he knew that he had lost too much blood without looking.

"The luthier is back." The disease doctor said numbly, "Singer girl, when the flower owner comes back, please inform the flower owner, I will apply for a replacement."

The swordsman turned his head to look at the disease doctor in disbelief, you actually want to leave me and leave? ?
What about the ten-year friendship of living together and dying together?

Even the sick doctor can't bear him, so friendship is so important.

If he stays here again, his life will be gone!

In the void, the sword aura surged all over Rong Xian's body, and a long sword pierced through the air, with a sharp cold light and unstoppable power, it went straight towards the luthier.

The luthier stared at Rong Xian's gloomy and furious face, and his tone was full of interest: "Is the kitty showing its claws? Come on, let me take a good look, what else do you have that I don't know."

The sound of the zither jingle, like spring water hitting the stone bank, is pleasant and clear, but also carries the danger of water dripping through the stone.

The strings composed of countless spiritual powers shone with icy cold light and woven into an overwhelming net, which firmly protected the luthier behind and blocked the long sword like a gust of wind and tsunami.

During the stalemate between the two, a trace of cruelty flashed in Rong Xian's eyes, and a long sword collided with the string net like a moth to a flame.

boom!
With a loud bang, the long sword blew itself up.

The luthier's face changed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "You're crazy."

Each sword is the condensation of Rong Xian's sword intent, which is equivalent to a blow with all her strength.

Now, regardless of the future troubles, she condenses such sword energy in one breath. Does this mean she doesn't intend to live?

Rong Xian raised her hand, dozens of long swords rushed towards the string net again, she clapped her palms with a pale face and laughed loudly: "I'm just kidding, when it comes to madness, no one can be as good as a luthier."

Boom, boom, boom! !
One explosion after another made Mo Kongshan feel like an earthquake. The singing girl supported the swordsman and the disease doctor, and the three of them were a little unsteady under the strong vibration.

"Luther, don't worry, since you like me so much, I will never let you die alone. When I am about to die, I will take you to hell with me, leaving you alive and kicking, I can't feel at ease..."

She was hanging in the air, her smile was unscrupulous, full of love and hatred, and even more dangerous and charming.

But Miao Wu who just arrived: ...

The anxiety and grief in her heart turned into gnashing of teeth, she sneered, after saving him, if she didn't beat him up, she was really sorry for her fright.

She was so worried here that she wished she could mention it with her own body, but in the end she faced the other party's last words directly...

Hard, fist hard.

Seeing Rong Xian raised her hand again, and the hundreds of long swords behind her were ready to move and were about to explode, Miao Wu was startled into a cold sweat.

If these swords exploded, not to mention Rong Xian herself, the entire Mokong Mountain would be erased from Yuxi.

She hurriedly flew towards Rong Xian: "Young master, calm down..."

She just felt chills all over her body, what the hell did that damned luthier do to the young master, making the young master want to drag him to die together.

But the luthier is not worthy.

Her young lord, brilliant and bright, can irritate people to death when she is lively, but she is a bright and bright scenery in the Liuguang building that controls the darkness.

She is considerate and considerate, well aware of the evil of human nature, but still has expectations for the beauty of human nature.

In this world, the ugliness of human nature should not be borne by such beauty.

Seeing the sun that was shining brightly in Yubei gradually being blacked out by the luthier, an eyesore, she wished to tear the luthier into pieces.

When Rong Xian heard Miao Wu's voice, she moved her fingertips slightly, and strong explosions made the whole world buzz.

It is no exaggeration to say that the violent explosion overturned the world.

The dazzling light of the energy burst made everyone involuntarily block their eyes, including Yang Ruoying who had just rushed over.

At the foot of the mountain, the singer got up from the ground, and the thick dirt on her body fell to the ground.

She glanced at the intact swordsman and disease doctor who were protected under her body, and quickly moved towards the luthier in a flash.

She had to go and see if it was for the luthier to collect the body, or to give the luthier a life-saving pill.

This disaster was caused by it, knowing that the young master of Liuguang Building is not easy to mess with, but he just wanted to tease him, so he must have overturned.

And before the light dissipated, Miao Wu resisted the aftermath of the explosion and headed towards the young master.

Her face was livid and ugly, and the fragmented explosion seemed to explode in her heart, making her see a soul that was originally extremely pure, kind and lively slowly disintegrate, and finally crushed into mud and turned into cold darkness.

"Young Master, Young Master..."

Miao Wu looked around in a daze, looking for the trace of Rong Xian.

On the other side, Yang Ruoying, who quietly chased up, found the injured luthier by coincidence.

Facing this violent explosion, no matter how powerful the luthier was, he was still injured.

He supported the big tree and coughed a few times, spat out blood, and his clothes were stained red.

He didn't care about his injury at all, as if thinking of something, he smiled palely: "It's so hot."

Yang Ruoying who was about to kill: ...

Shocked, I just feel that this person is more terrifying than ten years ago.

(End of this chapter)