Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

Chapter 18 Victory in the First Battle
"Oh, Mr. Han, she doesn't even want to, why are you picking up broken shoes to wear! Besides, you have a noble status, let alone destroy the fairness of the battle for the sake of broken shoes!"

Bao Fei spoke leisurely, with undisguised jealousy on her face.

Han Feiren raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and said, "Haha, yes, then I don't care, you continue."

Bao Fei's heart was relieved.

To be honest, when Nan Xiao rejected Han Feiren just now, she was actually relieved.

Born lowly, or a beggar.

Boring gourd, poor qualifications.

In addition to not being ugly, it can be said to be useless.

But that's it, Yu Tan, Master Qingxuan, and Chuan Daoya's old wife and young woman also like her.

With a humble background, how can she be loved by so many people?
Thinking of this, Bao Fei felt angry again.

"Hehe, then you guys continue to fight, and Young Master Han and I will never interfere."

Jia Si took Han Feiren to the 20-meter-high platform, signaling Nan Xiao and Bao Fei to continue.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, the night wind is blowing slowly, and the freshness of the vegetation overwhelms the smell of the soil.

Bao Fei's divine pattern didn't dissipate after piercing through Nan Xiao's left calf, it was still lying in the flesh and blood.

Even though Nan Xiao sealed the wound with vitality, the bleeding still continued.

A trace of anger flashed across Nan Xiao's calm phoenix eyes.

She had never fought against a cultivator before, and she was inexperienced, so she suffered a disadvantage before.

But now, Nan Xiao is a little excited.

Gently shaking the vitality, Nan Xiao's uneasy heart was calmed down after feeling the strength of the divine pattern between the flesh and blood.

Still win!
Nan Xiao, whose calf was nailed to the ground by the divine pattern, did not panic at this moment.

On her face, she couldn't even see the pain.

Clearly, blood was still dripping from her calf, and the people around her were mocking and obscene from time to time, but Nan Xiao did not lose her composure.

"You can really bear it. No wonder so many people died. Your useless Saint Body brother, old waste Lin Xiao, and Elder Lu probably had their corpses already cold. The old woman on the sea of ​​bitterness and her Whore... Hey! But you still know the seriousness, and you didn't use your dirty body to beg for the mercy of Mr. Han..."

Seeing that Nan Xiao didn't show despair, Bao Fei began to mock again.

"What?! His brother is a Eucharist?!" Jace exclaimed.

As a fairy seedling, he knows better than anyone how important physique is for cultivation.

Jia Si's master once warned him not to get carried away just because his physique is still suitable for cultivation.

You must know that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

The seemingly vast Qingya Paradise is actually just the southernmost small sect of the Yuhua God Dynasty, and it is not even comparable to the third-rate forces in Zhongzhou.

And those ancient aristocratic families, famous holy lands, and any servant who comes out at random is not something that Qingya blessed land can compete with.

What's more, the descendants of those major sects have excellent inheritance qualifications, and they have cultivated holy scriptures. What's more, some people directly practice the emperor's scriptures!
As long as they gently hook their fingers, they can turn Qingya Blessed Land into ruins.

At that time, Jass was still not convinced, and felt that he who could release the divine power of the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness at high frequency was no worse than those people.

But after the arrival of Cheng, a girl with wood-type spiritual roots, Jass finally realized the reality.

Whether it's cultivation base or combat power, he is no match for the young girl Cheng.

He practiced hard for 15 years before he could sculpt the Shenqiao.

It took only ten years for the young girl Cheng to reach the other shore, and was bestowed with the surname Qing by the blessed land of Qingya, and her status is not weaker than that of the chief elder.

What frustrates Jass the most is that Master also told him that in this world, cultivators with spiritual roots are not very rare.

The truly powerful physique is remembered in history by future generations after the brilliant achievements of the ancestors.

For example, the feathered body, the sky demon body, the light body, the barbarian war body, the human king body, the innate Taoist body, and even the chaotic body that only appeared in legends.

And Brother Nan Xiao's holy bodies are undoubtedly the most dazzling ones, absolutely peerless.

Seeing that the always calm Xianmiao Jia Si lost his composure, Han Feiren touched the jade flute on his waist, lowered his eyes, and explained patiently: "Jia Si, you are out of date, even I know that his brother is dead It's a pity that the good-looking girl below has a poor physique and is not suitable for cultivation. I heard from my grandfather that at the beginning, whether it was Shu Road, Langzhou, Dachu, or Yandi, they all went to check on her I hoped to pick up a leak, but there were none. Later, she was left to fend for herself. But this little girl is also tough, and she came here after going through ten thousand steps of the Shu Road. With such a strong will, if the little girl To be able to practice cultivation is definitely very powerful.”

"Mr. Han's words are wrong. No matter how strong this girl's will is, what can she do? She was born in a poor family and has a weak physique, so she is not worthy of your admiration. Moreover, I seriously doubt that this cheap girl is the lone star of the devil. My brother and those old men were all killed..."

Before Bao Fei finished speaking, she met Nan Xiao's cold gaze.

The phoenix eyes are clear and glistening, with a little bit of amorous feelings, more of Sen Han's killing intent.

"You still look at me with such disgusting eyes!"

Bao Fei was furious, a blue rope emerged from the bitter sea under her navel in her hand, it was the Qianqing rope given to her by her brother Bao Wan.

Holding Qianqingsuo in his hand, dozens of cyan divine patterns roared and headed straight for Nanxiao.

Under the eyes of everyone exclaiming, Nan Xiao took a deep breath, and the muscles at the wound on her leg immediately relaxed.

Grasping the divine pattern with one hand, her legs are the most flexible. Using the half-inch thick divine pattern as a rope, Nan Xiao climbed up like an ape.

The distance was already very close, and because Bao Fei released too many divine patterns, resulting in poor accuracy, she was caught off guard by Nan Xiao.

"Oh!"

The intact right leg was raised high, and it was a heavy blow to Baofei's abdomen.

And Nan Xiao was able to change her posture. After a step, her pierced right leg stretched out to the side of Bao Fei's head, like a dragon wagging its tail, and directly swept Bao Fei who was about to lose his balance to the ground.

Nan Xiao stood on the ground and looked down at Bao Fei who was stunned by the beating. She lifted her foot and kicked Bao Fei's bitter sea. At the same time, she didn't forget to say, "Coincidentally, I'm also waiting for the opportunity!"

To Bao Fei, the familiar sentence was really ironic.

The cyan divine pattern was stained red by the blood, but Nan Xiao was breathing steadily and seemed not to be in pain.

The vitality gushing out from the toes is mighty and violent, and each foot is heavier than the other.

"Cough! Cough!"

Blood was bleeding from the corner of Bao Fei's mouth, the sea of ​​bitterness was shaking, and the fountain of life that was finally extracted stopped flowing.

The divine pattern that pierced through Nan Xiao's left calf before was powerless and completely dissipated.

"No, you can't do this, don't kill me, don't abolish me, please!"

Bao Fei repeatedly begged for mercy, fearing that Nan Xiao would crush her foundation of practice before it was firmly established.

"No! You can't do this! My brother won't let you go!"

Nan Xiao had no expression on her face, her vitality flowed down her toes like ocean waves, constantly hitting Bao Fei's stomach.

After confirming that Bao Fei's sea of ​​bitterness could not be opened for the time being, Nan Xiao squatted down and took out all 42 bottles of Baicao liquid from Bao Fei's arms.

Plus my own three bottles, probably not enough.

But don't panic.

Nan Xiao punched Bao Fei's Lunhai again, condescendingly, as proud as the snow in the sky, and said coldly: "Bao Fei, hand over all the weapons of suffering from you and your servants, I promise to spare you today Life."

(End of this chapter)