I save the world with a knife

Chapter 169 So Good (Replaced)
Forgive Yang Ruoying for being ignorant, living for 20 years, this is the first time I have seen this kind of abnormality, and he has enriched the diversity of human beings.

The luthier seemed to sense that someone was approaching. He wiped the blood from his mouth and stood up straight. He still looked decent and polite.

He looked ahead, and among the scorched ruins, he saw Yang Ruoying, dressed in green and full of murderous looks, approaching slowly.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the dust off his face, with a reserved and haughty posture, he stared at Yang Ruoying, frowning in distress: "There are guests visiting, it's really rude for them to see me in such a state of embarrassment. "

Yang Ruoying raised her hand, pointing at the luthier with the long sword in her hand, her face carved like frost was deep and cold, extremely cold: "Luthier, 13 years ago, you killed my parents and caused me to be separated from my younger brother. Today, the blood debt is paid in blood." Bar."

With a flash of his figure, he was already close to the luthier, and the mighty power of Jindan Daoist fell down, as heavy as a mountain.

But the luthier was unmoved, he even played with the well-protected daffodils around his waist a little bored.

He raised his eyes, and the mighty power that seemed to be substantial in Yuan Yingqi descended suddenly, making Yang Ruoying stagger, and fell to the ground unable to move.

Only then did the luthier raise his hand to pat the dirt off his clothes, and with his fingertips across the coat, the blood on the clothes immediately disappeared.

After he took care of himself, he was back to his former perfection.

He looked down at Yang Ruoying, who hadn't succeeded yet, and the corners of his mouth curved gracefully: "It turned out that a bad guest came to the door. It really disappointed me, a hospitable luthier who was expecting a guest."

Yang Ruoying was firmly suppressed, but she didn't look afraid or cowering, even in the face of death, she was still as indifferent as before.

It's just that in the bottom of my heart, I'm still a little unwilling.

Fuguang...

He was about to die before he found his younger brother Fuguang.

It would be fine if Fu Guang passed away early, but if he was still struggling to survive somewhere in the world and was tortured, and his only reliance had left him behind, what would Fu Guang do?
Reluctant and unable to let go, Yang Ruoying regenerated a strong desire to survive. He struggled to stand up with his hands on his hands, and his spiritual thoughts moved slightly, intending to induce the life-saving talisman that his master gave him.

The luthier sensed his movement, and the coercion suppressing Yang Ruoying's body was even stronger, making him unable to even blink.

"Didn't your elders tell you that any cleverness is useless when you meet a senior who has a higher realm than you?" The luthier asked calmly.

The corner of Yang Ruoying's mouth moved, but she couldn't say a word.

It never occurred to the man to ask him to speak.

The luthier just asked his own question, but didn't expect Yang Ruoying to answer it.

He lightly raised his hand and plucked it, a string flickered and appeared out of thin air, circled towards Yang Ruoying's neck, tightened slightly and lifted it upwards.

The severe pain caused the blue veins on Yang Ruoying's forehead and neck to appear suddenly. In order to delay time, he raised his neck like a sacrifice, full of sadness.

Those eyes are full of unyielding and stubborn.

The luthier chuckled a few times, noticing that Miao Wu was coming, and slowly brought out "the villain is talkative" to the fullest.

The eyes he stared at Yang Ruoying were amazing, and he was a little delighted: "I like your eyes so much, don't worry, after you die, I will keep your eyes well, and by the way, I will keep your eyes with my love Let's have fun together."

He shook hands suddenly, and the strings were instantly pulled towards the void.

Seeing that Yang Ruoying's head was about to be removed, the sharp shadow of the whip smashed through the space and slashed straight on the silver-white strings hanging in the air.

The strings broke, Yang Ruoying's body went limp, and she lay on the ground coughing heart-piercingly.

survived...

he survived...

He still has a chance to find his younger brother...

There is also a chance to spend time with the girl I love...

Yang Ruoying tried her best to turn over and lay flat on the ground. He covered his neck and took a deep breath. The rest of his life made him lose his mind for a long time before he recovered.

He looked up and saw that Miao Wu was fighting with the luthier.

Whip shadows and strings intertwined all over the sky. The speed of the two was so fast that it was hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

Yang Ruoying took out a healing danse from her sleeve and put it in her mouth. After the dullness in her chest subsided, she turned over and sat up.

He can't intervene in the Nascent Soul battle, but he can make up for it in other ways.

If I remember correctly, Miao Wu came here to find the young master of Liuguang Building.

Looking at Miao Wu's appearance, it seems that no one has been found.

He took a deep look at the figure in the void, then turned and walked in a certain direction.

He had to find the young landlord, depending on the situation, the luthier still had some thoughts on the young landlord.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind one by one until he saw the person lying on the ground in the mess.

The clothes on her body were stained red with blood, her long hair was mixed with dust, and when the sleeves were blown up by the wind, the dark blue blood vessels under the snow-white skin on her wrists were exposed.

Even though she was in a mess, she was still full of elegance and bearing.

She seemed to be still conscious, and when she noticed someone coming, she tilted her head with difficulty.

Yang Ruoying fell into these eyes all of a sudden, her eyes were extremely beautiful, after the thin mist dispersed, there was no love or hatred in her eyes, only peace remained.

"It's not a luthier." She looked at him for a while, and then suddenly laughed, she was really full of spirit, "It seems that he is not dead, and it is not easy."

Yang Ruoying couldn't help laughing out loud, this girl is a bit interesting.

He took two steps forward and helped him up: "I am a disciple of Shangxuanzong, how is the young master?"

Rong Xian was still weak, she faced the explosion head on, it would be nice to be alive, but she didn't show any pain on her face.

It's just a little distressed, even the Nascent Soul stage was injured enough to explode, so it is reasonable for her to be severely injured as a monk at the early stage of Jindan.

She pondered for a moment, a pair of big hands condensed in her consciousness, and she pinched the golden elixir in her dantian indifferently.

The golden core seemed to feel the crisis, and desperately struggled to escape from the private parts, but was crushed by the big hand condensed by the soul, and turned into little golden light and fell down.

A sharp pain rose from his consciousness, but Rong Xian didn't respond at all, his dantian was solidified, and the re-condensed and manifested golden elixir looked lighter in color, and even levitated with a trace of powerlessness.

She felt it. The cultivation level reflected at this time should seem to be the early stage of Jindan, and it seems that the serious injury has not healed, it is extremely weak, and there is a possibility of falling to the foundation establishment at any time.

With the help of Yang Ruoying's strength, she stood up, suppressed all her emotions, and performed a cleanse, her hair and clothes looked completely new.

She straightened her clothes and said to Yang Ruoying, "I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist."

Yang Ruoying couldn't help but get goosebumps. How should I put it, the sequelae caused by the luthier are quite serious. When she heard the polite words, she couldn't help but feel horrified, as if being stared at by that perverted luthier.

His cold face went blank for a while, and then he said: "It's okay, after all, I am the same as Your Excellency."

Rong Xian glanced at him, her eyes were deep and bottomless, and she looked calm and calm, but Yang Ruoying seemed to see a huge murderer ready to move, wanting to break through the seal of tranquility, unscrupulously killing.

Sensing the crisis, Yang Ruoying instinctively changed the subject: "Guardian Miaowu came to find you, and is fighting with the luthier right now."

The luthier still has the ability to fight with the Dharma protector, but such a powerful sword qi self-explosion failed to kill him, not even severely wounded, the luthier hid really deep enough.

She looked up at the void, and could easily distinguish the luthier's breath, which was so cold that there was no warmth. Like him, it seemed gentle and perfect, but it was like a dead thing, without human emotion.

The hairpin on Rong Xian's hair had long since disappeared, her long crow-black hair was scattered behind her in a mess, and her face had lost all color due to serious injuries.

The vivacious aura of the luthier made her look even uglier.

The battle went from west to east, from south to north, and it was always divided into divisions, and the luthier's aura did not show any signs of fatigue.

The coldness in Rong Xian's eyes deepened, the calm aura around her was also broken, and the indifferent and empty silence appeared like a wilderness. She forced the aura in her body to circulate, but her seriously injured body and tendons couldn't bear it, only a slight collision of aura , causing her to suffer severe pain.

Immediately, a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and he was about to fall down if he couldn't hold on any longer.

And as she fell, Yang Ruoying's pupils shrank suddenly, she subconsciously flicked her spiritual power, stabilizing her in the air, and the next moment she stretched out her hand to embrace her.

After Ke Rongxian's body came into contact with his spiritual power, she seemed to have a stress response, instinctively absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to defend.

But once the absorbed spiritual energy was drawn into her body, it would be like adding insult to injury to her. She only felt that the golden core in her dantian seemed to have been severely hammered down with a sledgehammer, and sweetness gushed out of her throat. The fishy smell, where is there any other consciousness, and he passed out with a blackness in front of his eyes.

The luthier who was fighting with Miao Wu frowned, the body was really cruel to him.

It's just acting, but he's so dedicated.

His mind moved, and the string web was like a spider web covering Miao Wu in all directions, trapping people in it.

Only then did he extend his consciousness towards the main body, and Rong Xian's consciousness became blurred. After being comforted by the luthier's spirit and soul, it took a long time for her to become clear, but her consciousness was only clear, and her physical condition was still very good. Oops,

She was very satisfied with her appearance, and it made people feel distressed to look miserable.

After recovering, she pushed Yang Ruoying away from Yang Ruoying's arms, and Yang Ruoying took two steps back respectfully, maintaining a gentleman's demeanor: "If the young master can't hold on, you can sit aside and heal your injuries. I will protect you."

After standing firmly with the sword supported, Rong Xian stuck the sword on the ground, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

She called out in a deep voice: "Miaowu."

In the void, Miao Wu, who was desperately fighting with the luthier, froze for a moment, her eyes lit up in the next moment, dazzling, she flicked her whip, and the huge spiritual energy mercilessly swayed to see, tearing the string net that trapped her Make a rift.

She didn't care about the luthier, and after she got out of the crack, she turned into a ray of light and rushed towards the direction that called her.

The luthier stood blankly in the void, as if thinking of something, he bent his lips, showing a smile that seemed to be carved into perfection, "It must be her young master who can make Miaowu lose her composure. It seems that My kitten is alive and even safe."

With a flash of his figure, an invisible string appeared under his feet. He stepped on the string and chased in the direction of Miao Wu. His wide sleeves danced in the wind, as graceful as a fairy.

Miao Wu soon came to this piece of ruins. On the scorched land, Rong Xian sat lazily on a black cloak. She propped her forehead, her eyes were clear, and she said slowly but forcefully: " Guardian, I need you."

Miao Wu came to Rong Xian with strides, she stared at Rong Xian, her eyes were filled with violent emotions, her fingers tightened, and she grabbed her palm tightly, but in an instant, drops of hot blood flowed down her fingers Pointed to the ground.

"..."

Time freezes.

Miao Wu didn't seem to respond.

Rong Xian didn't urge her, she just waited peacefully.

After a long while, Miao Wu suddenly stepped forward, squatted down almost piously, stretched out her trembling hands and carefully hugged the scarred man, her voice trembling undetectably: "Young Master, I'm here to take you home."

It's great that you're still alive...

It's really... great...

For two days, she couldn't close her eyes.Every time I close my eyes, I can hear the young master's weeping blood questioning, and I can see her miserable figure...

How proud and free the young master is, yet he is trampled on by the luthier at will!

She couldn't even imagine whether the young master was willing to live like this.

Miao Wu blinked her sour eyes, quietly wiped away the mist in her eyes, and revealed a bright smile.

Rong Xian hesitantly stretched out her hand and patted her on the back. After a long silence, she said sweetly, "I'll pretend I didn't notice that you were crying quietly."

Just... I haven't seen you for a few days, why did Miao Wu become so sentimental?
She looked at Yang Ruoying, then at Miao Wu, and suddenly realized: "Are you happy?"

I heard that after a woman is pregnant, her mood changes will be great, which is especially confusing.

She murmured: "This speed is a bit fast."

Miao Wu: "..."

Holding the young master's hand, he immediately clenched it into a fist.

When the bottom of my heart was still sad, the blue veins on the forehead jumped up uncontrollably.

The young master of the great injustice, why did he have an extra mouth.

Unavoidably doing something that would hurt the young master a second time, Miao Wu let go of her hand and stepped aside, took out a Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill and stuffed it into the young master's mouth.

This is the elixir that Pill Hall spent countless resources to refine, even if it is only a breath, it can save the life.

After taking the elixir, the effect was obvious, and Rong Xian's pale face even had a blush.

Seeing Rong Xian refining the medicine at the side, Miao Wu took the time to look at Yang Ruoying, who was standing quietly beside her. Her eyes flicked across the bloodstain on Yang Ruoying's neck, and she asked with some distress: "Are you okay?"

Yang Ruoying nodded slightly, her expression softened a lot: "I'm fine, and I would like to thank you for coming in time and saving my life."

Miao Wu sighed faintly, and advised bluntly: "I know you have a grudge against the luthier, but you are not the luthier's opponent, promise me, don't take risks easily, okay?"

Yang Ruoying said hoarsely, "Okay."

"On the territory of the master's house, you really don't treat yourself as outsiders." The luthier's cold and ruthless voice came from in front of several people.

Miao Wu dodged and stood in front of Rong Xian.The whole body is vigilant, and the look is alert.

(End of this chapter)