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

Chapter 22 Murder in the Mist

Zhu Ci took the initiative to stand up, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked very pitiful.

With a hoarse voice and soft body, she said softly, "Nan Xiao, you are in trouble now. I will help you. As long as you take the initiative to admit defeat, I will never hurt you. Please believe me!"

"You don't need to worry about me." Nan Xiao flatly refused.

"It's a pity, but Nan Xiao, for your own good, I must win." Congratulations said innocently, and the freckles on his face were like sesame seeds that children love to eat.

"What are you talking about? Don't pretend to me." Nan Xiao looked even colder.

There were tears in Zhu Ci's eyes, even the tip of his nose was slightly red, and he said with a crying voice, "Nan Xiao, are you still angry? Is it because I scolded you at that time? Is it because I haven't visited you in nine years?"

Nan Xiao has long since let go of the crap she was forced to yell out in the past.

The three-month friendship completely disappeared when Nan Xiao returned the yellow and white flag of congratulations.

Nan Xiao sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Congratulations, I'm not angry, it's just that the friendship between us has long been broken. That's all for now, you can do it yourself."

Tears fell, and the face of the congratulatory speech was sad, but it was quickly replaced by perseverance.

As long as she wins, the [-] bottles of Baicao Liquid she won will be enough for her to refine the fountain of life in the sea of ​​bitterness and thus advance to a higher level.

At that time, like Yu Tan, she can get rid of Bao Fei's control.

Congratulations walked out of the crowd, holding a yellow and white flag, and said loudly: "Okay, I officially challenge you."

"Miss Nan Xiao, you can't refuse this time, right? I like watching beautiful women fight for me!" Han Feiren seemed to be asking, but the sharpness of his words showed his attitude.

There was a resurgence of Ding turmoil, and Nan Xiao's eyes were filled with hazy energy gathering and dispersing.

Zhu Ci's figure is graceful, with two peaks upright, although his external momentum is not as thick and round as Zhang Tianhao's, but he is not weak.

"boom!"

Nan Xiao kicked Bao Fei in the stomach again to ensure that his sea of ​​bitterness would not interfere with the subsequent battle.

It seemed that the wound didn't hinder her movement. Nan Xiao stepped forward neatly, took three steps forward, and said coldly, "Let's fight!"

"A beautiful country, a beautiful young man, all bow down for me! It's so beautiful! Then, I declare, the battle begins!"

Han Feiren stood on the high platform with an excited expression, and the pure source in his hand exuded pure white brilliance and exuberant life energy.

"Boom--"

Congratulations The navel is glowing, and the sound of the surging waves in the sea of ​​bitterness can be vaguely heard.

A yellow divine pattern flew out from the sea of ​​congratulations, seemingly insubstantial, composed of light spots.

But Nan Xiao didn't dare to be careless. Her left calf, which was pierced by Bao Fei's divine pattern, was still in pain.

Take seven steps, and the tiger comes out of the mountain!
Nan Xiao turned backwards, imitating a fierce tiger, exerting force on her toes, arching her body slightly, and jumped three meters away, dodging the attack immediately.

The yellow divine pattern hit the air, seemingly unable to turn around, until it flew ten meters away, and then slowly dissipated.

The light spots fell slowly, and the grass on the ground quickly withered, leaving behind a trail of black scorched black.

"Rotten wood art! This little girl has mastered this art! And she has practiced the basic skills of killing weeds in the field to this extent!" The people next to her were a little surprised.

Zhu Ci regained his confidence amidst the exclamation, his eyes were full of energy, and he said with a sweet smile, "It's more than that!"

Waving the yellow and white flag in his hand, a group of clear water condensed in the air.

"Feiquan! Buyun! Concentrate the light!"

The congratulatory speech was sung high, the yellow and white flag in his hand was flying, and the water flowed like a sharp sword, bursting in mid-air, turning into a thick white mist, enveloping Nan Xiao.

In the eyes of all the cultivators, the weapon of the sea of ​​suffering refined by Zhuci is considered extraordinary, much more powerful than ordinary swords and ropes.

When the surface of the yellow and white flag is yellow, three yellow divine patterns will emerge from the flagpole.

When the flag turned from yellow to white, the thick fog gained weight, weighing down the grass.

"Clang clang-"

The yellow divine pattern carries the divine power of rotten wood, as long as it is touched, it is equivalent to being useless.

Even though Nan Xiao exhaled vitality and turned it into a golden bell cover, it was still slowly corroded by the three rotten wood god patterns.

In order to seek change flexibly, Nan Xiao withdrew the Admiralty Bell and galloped up.

She wanted to rush out of this thickening fog.

Zong Shen took seven steps to start again, while his body was as light as a swallow, at the same time, he exerted force on his back, and with the might of a carp jumping over the ice, he dispersed the dense fog behind him.

But the fog is fluid.

Before Nan Xiao found a way out, she got lost again.

Relying on the perception of the air, Nan Xiao used the seven steps of the spirit to avoid the attack several times.

If no solution can be found, sooner or later, physical strength will be exhausted.

Just as Nan Xiao was thinking about how to break the situation, the onlookers were all talking.

Most of the people staying here at this time are cultivators with extraordinary eyesight.

"Oh, Miss Nanxiao, now I'm trapped in the thick fog, and my clothes are all wet with dew. I really feel sorry for you." Han Feiren's eyes were condensed with blue light, and he could easily see the situation inside through the thick fog .

Jass tried his best to control the corners of his mouth. As long as Nan Xiao loses, half a catty of Pure Source will be returned to him. In this case, breaking through to the other side is not a dream!
Not far away, the three Life Spring cultivators who had been watching indifferently were a little restless at this moment.

The yellow-haired old man sighed softly, and said, "I never thought that this little girl would have practiced the basics of rain-casting to such an extent that she would use rain and fog to trap a girl who could only fight in close quarters, and then use her divine patterns to attack from a distance. Sea of ​​Bitterness It’s very good that a cultivator can do this. Qingfeng, Mingyue, if you have such an ability to adapt to changes, then you will have less trouble in the Southern Wilderness Secret Realm trial later on, old man.”

The young man and woman beside the old man all respectfully said yes, and the disdain flashed in their eyes.

"Nan Xiao, if you don't admit defeat, I'll kill you!" Zhu Ci said earnestly, but the yellow and white flag in his hand became more and more anxious.

Three more yellow divine patterns rushed out from the yellow and white flag, and the fog became heavier.

Bao Fei, who struggled to sit up, clutched her stomach and sneered again and again. She wished that Nan Xiao's body would be broken into pieces.

In the dense fog, Nan Xiao was attacked by nine yellow divine patterns one after another, and Nan Xiao, who had a heavy body, had no choice but to turn his vitality into a clock again.

"Om-"

The strength of the divine pattern is not comparable to mortal martial arts, but in an instant, the big clock was smashed to pieces.

Nan Xiao swallowed the blood in her throat, tried her best to breathe steadily and turbulently, trying to find a way out.

Another attack from the Nine Dao Divine Patterns.

Nan Xiao, who had consumed too much vitality, had no time to cast the golden bell cover.

Then go for it!
Panting, Nan Xiao gritted her teeth and persisted, took off her robe with one hand, and a carp flipped into the air, narrowly dodging another attack from the Nine Dao Divine Runes.

The nine divine patterns overlapped briefly and then circled again, trying to chase after Nan Xiao's figure again.

right here!

There are mountains and rivers gathering and dispersing in Nan Xiao's eyes. She has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time!
Taking another deep breath, Nan Xiao turned her vitality into dense filaments, wrapping around the golden dagger.

Driven by the crane, the golden dagger swirled flexibly and collided with the unified divine pattern.

At the same time, Nan Xiao fell back in the air, her toes just stepped on the retreating dagger.

With the help of momentum from the other side of the dagger, Nan Xiao, who was in the seven-step state of vertical spirit, stepped on the eagle and successfully jumped out of the thick fog!
(End of this chapter)