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Chapter 28 The Snow Sword

"What ancient books did you say you read? But the records in the ancient books are not exhaustive. I don't know that if Teng Yuan Yuqing is not voluntary, he cannot give it to others. Otherwise, if he takes it away by force, he will also lose his life..."

The woman's voice drifted in the cool wind late at night, as if she was telling him an ancient story.

The monk suddenly came back to his senses, and when he thought that he was almost bewitched by her just now, he felt a layer of cold sweat on his back, he immediately interrupted Sang Ning, "What did you say?! What am I going to believe?!"

"Ah……"

Believe it or not, it doesn't matter.

Since there is no way to compromise, she doesn't mind using a more brutal method. After all, it's not the first time she died, and it's no big deal. She might get used to it.

The cultivator was terrified to see that Sang Ning had used some method, and her spiritual power suddenly surged. She slowly stood up from the ground, and the purple light in her palm was shining brightly, illuminating the black night sky.

Lavender marks slowly appeared on her neck, slowly extending towards her porcelain-white face like blood vessels.

Such a strange scene, but it seems to have a strange and dazzling beauty.

But the monk didn't want to appreciate this stunning scene any more, and immediately turned around and ran away.

Right now, there is only one thought whistling out of his mind, to leave here quickly, leave quickly, leave this ghostly place.

"Didn't you still want my Tengyun Yuqing just now? Why don't you want it now?"

A faint female voice came from behind him, like a reborn ghost from the depths of hell.

At this moment, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground. He clearly wanted to run, but he couldn't move his feet at all.

He looked down at his feet in horror, and green vines appeared out of nowhere, wrapping his feet tighter and tighter little by little.

"Help! Help...Goddess, spare my life! Goddess, spare my life..."

He shouldn't believe in the so-called sorcery in ancient books of unknown origin. Now that he's done, he's afraid that he will risk his life like his elder brother.

"You didn't seem to say that just now."

As she silently recited the mantra in her heart, surging spiritual power surged out, gathered under her purple dress, and surrounded her with lingering sorrow.

Sang Ning endured the sharp pain in his abdomen and forcibly aroused the spiritual power in his body.

Spiritual power seemed to guide her, forming a translucent long sword in the void. With her movements, the transparent long sword was gradually filled with spiritual power and became more and more solid, glowing with purple light. .

A fishy sweetness welled up in her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of blood to the side, but she didn't stop her movements.

The monk was still desperately shouting for help, but it was of no avail.

Sang Ning squinted her eyes, staring intently at the long sword that was about to take shape in the void, and she swallowed forcefully the blood foam that came out of her mouth again.

Almost there.

This is a special spell that he accidentally discovered in the handbook of the previous guardian god of the cloud realm after knowing the tragic history of his clansmen in his previous life.

When being controlled by Suo Yuan Zhan, this method can be used to forcibly transfer the spiritual power in the body from the Fuji Yuan Yuqing to give the enemy a fatal blow.

It's just that the price to pay is that Teng Yuan Yuqing is likely to be destroyed accordingly.

It can be regarded as a trick that kills one thousand enemies and damages oneself eight hundred.

Most people don't use it if they don't have to.

But now she has no choice but to try.

After all, compared to letting this kind of person get her Teng Yuan Yuqing, it is better to let her Teng Yuan Yuqing disappear.

Sang Ning made up her mind and was about to deliver that blow.

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual power suddenly forcibly inserted in, interrupting her ceremony.

Sang Ning was forced back a few steps by her own spiritual power, fell to the ground, and vomited a big mouthful of blood, "cough cough cough..."

The vines that bound her to the cultivator were also pulled back under this sudden blow, hanging down at her feet, the leaves drooping, just like her now, without much vitality.

Her vision was dim, and she saw that monk was trying to run away while taking advantage of the gap, but a sword was pierced straight in from behind him. He lowered his head.

Then the sword energy swelled, and flesh and blood flew across the ground for a while.

It's not like him to be cruel.

The sword flew back instantly after the monk died.

The simple and unsophisticated sword body, with the snow-colored sword tassel, is half thick and solemn, and half light and agile.

She recognized it.

That is his sword.

The name is Xuelian.

Almost at the same time, a warm palm wrapped around her back, wrapped around her waist, and supported her body that was about to fall.

In a trance, she seemed to smell the smell of snow.

On the Tianshan Mountains, the boundless snow fell rustlingly, filling her heart.

It's so cold, but it's so warm at this moment.

Snow, how can it be so warm?
"Sang Ning, how are you doing?"

It really is Shuyu.

Sang Ning didn't look back, and couldn't see Shu Yu's expression behind him, but he could hear worry and anxiety in his short sentence.

And fear.

Why be afraid?
Sang Ning was a little puzzled, and also a little confused.

She seemed to be unable to turn her mind around now, as if she had been poured with mercury, blunt and uncomfortable.

It was obvious that the abdomen was injured, but under the backlash of her spiritual power, she felt the pain all over her body was unbearable.

She opened her mouth, trying to tell him that she was fine, but she didn't make a sound at all, and it was very difficult for her to even say this now.

"You still owe this gentleman your life, but don't think about dying so easily."

He said rather viciously.

Sang Ning didn't answer.

There was a tickle in her throat, she turned her head to avoid his snow-colored clothes, and spat a big mouthful of blood on the ground next to her to feel better.

Shu Yu looked down at her, the moonlight was behind him, and he blocked the expression on his face against the light.

Sang Ning felt in a daze that the aura around him was very heavy, with a nameless fire that could not be suppressed.

The cold breath from Shu Yu's body flowed out uncontrollably, and Sang Ning couldn't help shivering his arms from the cold.

She didn't die at the hands of that monk, maybe she was going to die at his hands.

Still being frozen to death by him like this, this method of death is really novel and not flattering.

"You, why are you angry? Just, even if you are angry, you don't have to freeze me to death, right?"

After a while, Sang Ning struggled to utter a word.

She didn't even run out of the city out of anger, but unfortunately, she met a monk from that sect again, and almost took her old life, which can be described as a disaster from heaven.

(End of this chapter)