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

Chapter 44 Long Sword and Girl

The Qingya Blessed Land, which is like spring all year round, seems to have entered midsummer instantly after the morning bell rang here.

The fairy no longer blows clouds and rains frequently.

The herb farmers who were bending down to loosen the soil temporarily put aside their seasonal crops.

Regardless of whether the disciples are beginners or not, they are all paying attention to this grand event that only happens once in 20 years.

Boiling against the sky.

The crowd's discussion was noisier than the chirping of cicadas.

In the past, people would only stop when the dusk drum was played, but now there were excited people everywhere under the cliff of Shenqiao.

Stone pillars that were once unattainable are just steps in the eyes of cultivators who can fly into the sky and into the earth.

On the steps, there was a white-haired old man in green clothes, writing quickly at his desk, registering the basic information of the contestants on the warm white bamboo slips.

The white-haired old man's right hand used for writing is very skinny, with almost only a layer of dry old skin sticking to the bones.

He had a serious smile on his face and his lips were always downturned, looking very majestic.

Once he frowned, his pupils, which were not cloudy but rather deep, revealed a ferocious smile.

He sat high on the preaching cliff and looked at the world coldly.

After talking about the vertical, let’s talk about the horizontal.

With the stone pillar as the center, the crowd spontaneously lined up and moved forward.

Nan Xiao stood among them.

The rewards for this martial arts performance are really generous, which makes many people excited.

Especially behind the scenes is the attention of the Yuhua Divine Dynasty.

Even Nan Xiao wants to give it a try.

After all, the blood feud has not yet been completed.

I don’t know how long they have been waiting, but people’s enthusiasm is rising and the queue is growing instead of decreasing.

No matter how extraordinary her appearance is, Nan Xiao can only squeeze in the crowd at this time.

For those cultivators who have goals, whether long-term or short-term, most of them can stick to their true intentions.

No matter how beautiful the skin is, it is just a skin.

Nan Xiao was happy and free.

While waiting, she closed her eyes and meditated.

After passing the One-step Divine Bridge, Nan Xiao gained a deeper understanding of spiritual practice.

The "Tao Jing" is regarded as the most powerful of the Wheel and Sea Scrolls by the world. Even if it is only a fragment, the mysteries in it are far greater than those of the secular martial arts and medicine scriptures.

In the secret realm of Lun Hai, the water waves are stagnant, the wheel of life is nailed high in the sky by an ice pick, and the spring water is made of black ice, paved with three steps.

Under the guidance of Nan Xiao's spiritual power, the gilded hairpin and dagger slowly shed their golden coat, revealing their original appearance.

The instrument used to pray for a lifetime of suffering is just three long blue wooden needles, each with about four fingers.

It's a pity that the texture is very brittle, and it couldn't stand the coldness of Nanxiao, so it turned into powder in an instant.

Nan Xiao had a bad feeling in her heart, but she couldn't do anything.

As Liang Bo's second most powerful weapon, the golden dagger itself is at the Shenqiao level. In addition, the material is obsidian, which is brittle but strong, so it was not damaged. On the contrary, it became even more sharp after returning to the long sword.

The long sword is about three feet long. It is completely black and has a smooth tail. It is sharp on both sides, but there is no edge in the grip.

Nan Xiao carefully collected the sawdust and placed them in the gold liquid that had melted earlier.

Soon after, under Nan Xiao's control, the scabbard took shape.

So, sheath the sword.

What Nan Xiao didn't expect was that the sword and the scabbard were directly integrated into each other, regardless of appearance or appearance.

The originally dark sword body suddenly turned white.

Even the gold turned into brilliant lines, making the snow-white sword look majestic.

"Om-"

There was a cheerful roar above the divine bridge.

It seems that until this moment, the long sword has a soul.

Originally only a sharp weapon, the Shenqiao Tool now has a little more weight.

Nan Xiao was a little happy before entering Shenqiao and became a sharp weapon.

"Grandpa Dashan and Grandma Xiaoying, have you returned to your hometown? The flowers there must be very beautiful."

"Nanny misses you, I hope everything is well with you."

In the sea of ​​​​wheels, Nan Xiao's mind stared at the increasingly white sword, becoming more determined about the future.

"Fish and water love each other, two butterflies dance among the flowers in my hometown, and the mountains and rivers are everywhere.

"Leave me alone and think far away."

"From now on, your name will be - Sikong."

As soon as the thought fell, the sword buzzed again.

The medicinal power stored in the body was further digested, and the black ice on the divine bridge melted slightly.

The waves rose violently, breaking the ice floes into frost and snow.

Shuangxue was attracted by the Wheel of Life and submerged into the Xuanbing Cone of Life, making the road to Shenqiao even deeper.

Only the bronze ring sank at the bottom of the sea of ​​suffering, always silent.

When I opened my eyes again, there were crowds of people under the cliff.

Nan Xiao took advantage of the situation and climbed up the stairs.

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"name."

As they got closer, Nan Xiao, who came back to his senses, heard a vicissitudes of voice.

Then a female voice answered, "Cen Liuqing." "Age." The voice was still old, and there was no emotion at all.

"27."

"Cultivation."

"Life - Life Spring." The girl hesitated a little, her voice getting weaker and weaker.

"Kui Qi Arena."

The old man waved his pen, and a faint golden mark flew out from the bamboo slips and landed on Cen Liuqing's eyebrows.

The imprint took shape instantly, with two small golden characters stretching vertically.

Some of the cultivators and medicinal farmers who were watching were very shocked, and quite a few had expressions of regret on their faces.

"Kui Qi!"

"This girl is miserable. I heard that the martial arts arena is called Kui. It is divided into nine levels from one to nine, and the difficulty increases step by step."

"Oh my god! It's actually Kui Qi. There are some masters there who have been immersed in the realm of life spring for many years!"

"Oh, this girl is unlucky. Fortunately, I didn't sign up, otherwise it would have been even worse..."

After hearing the comments from the people around her, Cen Liu's face turned green.

She wanted to give up, but she had a reason to fight.

Cen Liuqing mustered up her courage and begged: "I...I...can I change it to another one? Please!"

"Ha! Life or death matters. If you are afraid, don't go to the ring."

After a quick laugh, the old man rejected Cen Liuqing in a cold voice.

After saying this, the old man ignored Cen Liuqing, turned the brush in his hand, and clasped the sapphire case at the end.

"Tap! Tah-tah! Tah-"

There seemed to be a muffled thunder in front of him, making Cen Liuqing even more cramped and trembling.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Probably because the white-haired old man had great authority, no one dared to step forward to urge him even if there were cultivators in gold and jade among the queue.

long after.

Cen Liuqing's pretty face was no longer bloody.

Tears wetted the hair on the temples, and the figure was like catkins fluttering in the wind.

But there is obviously no wind here.

Nan Xiao clenched her fists, but after just a moment, she felt relieved.

She is fully aware that her strength is weak, the wheel of life is dim, and her future is bleak.

Revenge alone exhausted her potential.

Unable to care about him.

A long time passed.

"next."

The white-haired old man did not raise his head, but stopped tapping the pen.

As if receiving a gift, Cen Liuqing hurriedly turned around, her eyes turned red, and she hid her face.

After Cen Liuqing, there is a fairly handsome man.

A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly stepped forward, bowing his waist and bowing.

"name."

The old man's words were still cold and he repeated the questions mechanically.

"Ji Muhua. Senior, I'm Ji Muhua. I'm just 23 this year. I'm close to reaching the Shenqiao realm. Please help assign a better arena to this junior."

With that said, Ji Muhua took out an antique jade pendant from his arms, held it in both hands and handed it to the old man.

The white-haired old man finally looked up.

He pursed his lips slightly, a green light flashed, and the jade pendant in Ji Muhua's hand disappeared.

Ji Muhua held back his excitement and slowly stood up straight, with unconcealable joy in his eyes.

"Kui San, work hard."

The white-haired old man smiled and encouraged, patted Ji Muhua's shoulder, and then raised the seal script again.

Ji Muhua left happily, and the golden "Kui San" between his eyebrows touched the dreams of countless people.

Later, many people relied on tribute to obtain the qualification to participate in the relatively high-ranking Kui Zi Arena.

Of course, the white-haired old man had extremely high standards and ignored the flattery of several cultivators along the way.

Just like that, it was bustling with people coming and going.

Finally, it was Nan Xiao's turn.

In the previous last-ditch battle, she had already exhausted more than nine years of accumulation, so naturally she did not grovel.

Nan Xiao stood pretty, waiting for the old man to ask questions.

"Name."

"Nanxiao. The south of the south, the unrestrained Xiao."

"age."

"Ten...let's just write sixteen."

The white-haired old man didn't even raise his eyes, feeling a little disdainful in his heart, but out of the corner of his eyes, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the hem of the green shirt of the man in front of him.

Suddenly, the pen in his hand stopped.

(End of this chapter)