palm surgery

Chapter 1 Wedges
"East of the quicksand, between the black water, there is the mountain of immortality." - "Hai Nei Jing"

Northland, wasteland.

The cold wind was like a knife, and the knife pierced into the bone, cutting people's faces in pain.

The snow in this northern region has been rising for a few days, and it still does not stop.Flake-like snowflakes crashed towards him, blurring his vision.

The woman in the blue cloth blinked and swept her feet.

Behind him, a dozen short crossbows shot out like a torrential rain, and the arrows were cold.

She drew out the short sword around her waist and shot down the rain of arrows, then turned her wrist slightly and drew a rune with the sword, blocking the second wave of arrows that followed.

The chasing soldiers behind him quickly approached and stopped ten feet away, holding their swords to form a siege.

The woman looked at them with a calm tone: "It's you!"

In the north, there are countless crises and countless chasing enemies.Only this wave of people in front of her has been biting hard since she stepped into the wasteland, but never let go.

Now, I'm afraid I can't stand it anymore.

Seeing her soft tone and even a bit of indifference on her face, the leading man couldn't help but feel tight.

Along the way, they have seen more of her methods, and naturally they are a bit apprehensive.

however……

He turned his eyes slightly, and saw the red spots in the snow under the woman's feet, and he was certain again.

The woman gently rubbed the beads on her left wrist, her tone still calm: "Who is the person behind you?"

The leading man was a little impatient, "Stop talking nonsense, you'd better just keep your hands down!"

The woman sighed quietly, "Since you don't say it, then...die!"

She fluttered her fingers, and then raised it, the light and weak snow flakes in the air suddenly condensed into ice, and shot away like a hidden weapon, instantly knocking down several people.

The leading man collapsed in a flash when he saw his side, his eyes were shocked, he immediately raised the long knife in his hand, and shouted: "Don't be afraid, she has been seriously injured! Come on!"

Having said that, he brought his men swarming up.

……

The snow is getting heavier.

The woman in Tsing Yi held a sword and stood alone on the wasteland. The red blood beads meandered down the sword, soaking the snow under her feet.

There are corpses all around.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, rolling up snowflakes and swirling in the air.

The wind, the rustling of snowflakes, her breathing, and—

There was an almost inaudible screeching sound in the air.

Several slender silk threads came silently with the momentum of strangulation.

She stepped back in a hurry, leaning over to avoid the deadly thread.

Just as the toes touched the corpse on the ground, two silk threads shot out from the snow again, dividing the corpse that had just stepped on it.

She clenched the sword in her hand.More than one person came, and they were masters.

Normally, she would not be afraid.

However, she had already been wounded in the previous fight with the barren people in the north, and then dealt with a wave of pursuers.

A sword stabbed in the wind behind him, with a piercing murderous aura.

She twisted her body and took out her palm, hitting the opponent's sword-wielding wrist with internal force, pushing it away.

The opponent slammed into his hand for a while, then took advantage of the situation to pull a sword flower and continued to attack her. The sword and the sword were not far from the eyes and ears, and in an instant, it was stabbed seven times in a row.

The woman in Tsing Yi is not a master of swords. She worships Xuanmen and learns Xuanshu. Although she has dabbled in all five Xuanmen skills, she is good at talisman.

The sword of the coming person has vaguely cultivated a bit of sword energy, even if it has not reached the point of breaking all methods with one sword, it is enough to make the injured woman feel a little tired.

What's more, there are still people sneaking with silk threads from time to time in the dark.

She leaned on her back, avoiding the dangerous sword, kicked the hilt of the opponent's sword with her right foot, and then turned around and stabbed it.

Her swordsmanship is not so superb, but her movement is very delicate.

He had expected that the next move would be to avoid his own sword and move from the left.

Just as he was about to withdraw his sword and stab at it, he saw the woman in Tsing Yi hit him straight, and the sword in his hand stabbed her left shoulder fiercely.

The swordsman looked at the person who was close at hand and couldn't help but be stunned.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a chill on his neck, as if something gushed out.

The woman in Tsing Yi rubbed her fingers together across his neck, her wrists moved slightly, and then the blood condensed into beads, she pushed the swordsman away, and once again avoided the silk thread of the sneak attack. Blazing away in the direction the silk thread came from.

"Ah!" In the vast snowfield, a scream came from not far away, and the swordsman fell straight down.

The woman in Tsing Yi pulled out the sword on her shoulder and quickly sealed several large points to stop the bleeding.

The direction from which the scream came, showed an old man in white clothes with white hair and white eyebrows.

He had concealed his breath, and used a blindfold to sneak attack in the dark, but now he was hit by blood beads, and there were several blood holes on his arms and body.

The woman moved her hand and was about to end the old man, but there was a "hum" in her head, and it went blank.

Everything between heaven and earth seems to be drifting away, returning to chaos.

Unconsciously, she squatted down with her head in her arms, and the soul-fixing orb between her wrists emitted a scorching light, which made her soul hurt. Only then did she regain her senses.

The one who stabilizes the soul is the one who calms the soul and stabilizes the soul. The mysterious door is the only one in the world.

She has been wearing it since childhood.

The master once said that her fate would be catastrophic, and this soul orb might be able to protect her once.

The woman in Tsing Yi bit between her fingers and quickly squeezed two drops of blood essence onto the Soul Soul Orb, chanting the Soul Soul Shaking Mantra in her mouth.

The crimson blood trembled slightly on the soul-fixing bead, getting faster and faster, it seemed to boil, and then it was completely absorbed by the bead.

That crystal clear bead had a few extra strands of magnificent color for no reason.

After doing all this, the woman in Tsing Yi was already sweating profusely and collapsed on the ground as if she was exhausted.

She looked up, and saw a woman walking out from behind the old man in white, who looked like 28 or [-] years old.

The woman stepped on the snow step by step, her plain white clothes meandering across the snow, rustling softly, leaving shallow traces.

He was clearly dressed in plain colors, but his face was extremely bright and moving, like the most beautiful begonia in spring.

However, under that bright face, there was a gray color that could not be concealed by even the powder, and it was clearly the appearance of the end of life.

The woman in Tsing Yi narrowed her eyes and said slowly, "You want my life."

The woman covered her lips and smiled, without answering her question, she just stretched out her hand, trying to caress her cheek, "Little lady is a bit fierce, but she has a good appearance."

The woman in Tsing Yi turned her face sideways, avoiding her hand.

The woman didn't care, she withdrew her hand with a smile, and took a step back: "Wu Li, I'll leave it to you.

Only then did the woman in Tsing Yi see clearly that behind her was an old woman in a gray cloth shirt.

The old woman restrained her breath, and she didn't pay attention to her unstable spirit.

"Don't worry, ma'am."

The old woman opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and dark, and there was a sense of weirdness in her tone.

She unwrapped her body, took out a row of slender copper bells and tied it around her waist, then pulled out a small copper stove and placed it on the snow, lighting three incense sticks.

The smoke in the incense burner curled up in the plain white sky.

The old woman handed a dull, rusty dagger to the woman, "Madam, please."

The woman nodded and took it, took a deep breath, and swiped her wrist, and blood suddenly poured out.

The blood-stained dagger suddenly flowed dark red, very strange.

The blood on the wrist couldn't wait to pour out, and the old woman quickly took out a small bowl and took it, about half of it.

The woman's hibiscus face, the blood faded, and it became abnormally pale.

The old woman helped her sit aside, and then slashed the wrist of the woman in Tsing Yi with a dagger, and took the bowl full of blood from the previous bowl.

Immediately afterwards, she took out the paper talisman from her bosom, reciting words in her mouth, and the paper talisman ignited in the wind.

The old woman threw the talisman into the bowl, then stood up and walked around the woman in green. The small bowl in her hand was slightly tilted, and the blood was dripping, leaving the ground red, and finally painted a strange picture on the snow. Array to come.

After putting down the small bowl, the old woman took out a few more things from the package. She held a small human skin drum in her left hand and a thin drumstick in her right. The steps danced around the plain-clothed woman.

is witch.

Unexpectedly, it will be folded here today.

The woman in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly in her heart.

The copper bell around the old woman's waist rang urgently, and a force rushed into her body viciously, pulling her soul, as if twisting her into pieces.

The Soul Soul Orb between her wrists shone brightly, making her feel so hot.

However, this time, the power that was pulling her soul was too cruel, and even the Soul Orb was powerless.

The woman in Tsing Yi tried her best to cultivate her body to maintain the last trace of clarity, and put all her true essence into the soul-fixing bead, then she removed the soul-fixing bead from her wrist and threw it fiercely.

I saw that Soul Orb turned into a stream of light and disappeared in the vast snow field, without a trace of breath.

The world gradually returns to chaos.

Above the wasteland, in the heavy snow, there seems to be an unnamed mountain rising from the ground.

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　The new book has just opened, thank you for your support~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)