The first medical fairy

Chapter 146

Above the main hall on the 12th floor of Dragon Pagoda.

Chu Xingge's Nine Years Red Robe flies like a dragon, while Ning Ruoyuan's Floating Life Ruomeng with silver threads flutters behind him, the two stand opposite each other.

"You are very impetuous." Ning Ruoyuan looked at Chu Xingge in front of him, and said calmly, he used an affirmative tone, but a question sentence.

Chu Xingge didn't look at him, but looked at the misty fairy clouds outside the tower. He was dressed in red with a bloody sword, which looked extremely bright against the white clouds.

"Thinking of her?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Ning Ruoyuan added.

"Don't approach her again." Chu Xingge didn't look back, his voice was a little hoarse, "Otherwise I will kill you!"

His voice was not loud, but it seemed full of strong murderous intent that had been suppressed for a long time.

Ning Ruoyuan raised her lips to reveal a smile like three spring peaches and plums.

"Okay. I'll wait for you." His voice trembled a little, with eyes like a child after a successful prank, stubborn and crazy, making that bright smile look a little distorted.

For many years, he has hated the face in front of him so much, hated the mother's eyes on this face, he tried his best to erase the bright smile on this face, and the eyes that always have compassion .

The same eyes as my mother.

He hated the compassionate look in his eyes, wishing he could erase it and fill it with hatred, jealousy, sadness, fear and cruelty.

He finally made it, didn't he?

Back then, he tried his best to snatch Gu Wan away, made Chu Xingge heartbroken to death, forced him to leave the Chu family, and wandered around like a stray dog.
Now that I just spent a little bit of careful thinking, Chu Xingge was so panicked, and finally got his wish to reveal the cruelty, fear and hatred that he had wanted to see for a long time.

But why, he is not happy at all?
If there is still a chance, maybe he will choose to accompany Tsing Yi Ruosu to grow up little by little, maybe?

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

The dark red sword light cut across his neck, Ning Ruoyuan turned slightly to avoid his sword aura, and the smile on his face became brighter, even with a touch of seductive color.

Chu Xingge had already turned around, with a trace of a smile on his face, the smile was stained with hatred, but made him look a little like Ning Ruoyuan.

Ning Ruoyuan was startled, at that moment he seemed to see himself.

While still in a daze, countless dark red sword lights flew close to him.

Chu Xingge turned into a phantom, which at first glance looks just like the dark red sword light.

Ning Ruoyuan turned a blind eye to these sword lights, turned sideways seemingly indifferently, and avoided them unconsciously.

"Are you still insisting on your skills?" Ning Ruoyuan asked suddenly as if he didn't see Chu Xingge who suddenly appeared behind him.

He and Chu Xingge have completely different views on the game. He insists that strength is the key in the game. Realm, spells, equipment, magic weapons and pets all represent strength. Skills are just a way to make better use of these strengths ; but Chu Xingge only trusts himself, and does not rely on magic weapons and powerful skills.

The sword in Chuxing Singer was already on his neck.

"Just as you insist on what you insist on." His sword stabbed mercilessly.

But Ning Ruoyuan's figure swayed, and suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, causing his sword to stab through the air.

"Oh." Ning Ruoyuan's meaningful voice came from the side.

Chu Xingge turned his head, only to see Ning Ruoyuan's figure moving east and west for a while, changing positions constantly, each figure was like a phantom.

That is Ning Ruoyuan's skill - Miaofa Illusion.

I saw his figure is impermanent, the phoenix feather pen in his hand had a point of ink light above it, and it was drawn to the outside world.

A huge range of spells - the Black Flame Curse surged up from the ground.

There is nothing special about the Black Flame Curse, but it is a forbidden curse. Its biggest strength lies in its terrifying attack power and wide coverage. Within the attack range of the Black Flame Curse, unless the opponent's defense attribute is very high, it will It is possible not to be instantly killed by skills.

Although Chu Xingge likes to fight in close quarters, he is a chosen one. His profession and Ning Ruoyuan's are both in the law system.

Infinite black air emerged from the ground, and this black air seemed to be full of the breath of death.

The blood sword in Chu Xingsinger swung down, and a burst of frost gathered on the sword body, and it spread out with a slight shake.

Since he is a legal system, he also knows magic skills.

After the frost dissipated, it was like a sudden freezing cold wave, freezing the hall inch by inch in an instant, and finally the frost even covered Chu Xingge's nine years.He was shrouded in ice like a crystal statue with sharp edges and corners, isolating the black mist in the air from his body, and the layer of ice on the ground blocked the ink inflammation on the ground under the ice layer.

Ning Ruoyuan hooked the phoenix feather pen, and the cold light of ink struck Chu Xingge.

A crack was drawn on the ice covering Chu Xingge, and with that crack, the whole piece of ice cracked, and it instantly broke into pieces, and Chu Xingge was no longer inside.

Suddenly, there was blood in the air, and a sharp sword pointing down directly above Ning Ruoyuan stabbed directly at the top of his head.

"Zheng-"

A sharp sound sounded, and Chu Xingge's sword pierced a hard object.

Ning Ruoyuan's phoenix pen was hit to the ground, but the others dodged several meters away.

Chu Xingge's attack was clean and neat, never sloppy, every blow went to Ning Ruoyuan's death spot, and the players in front of the fairy screen screamed again and again.

"I won't waste time with you." Ning Ruoyuan smiled slightly, but a dark word "Tun" slowly appeared on his forehead, against his unusually pale cheeks, and his red lips as if he had just drunk fresh blood, there was something to say. Unbelievably weird.

A huge phantom appeared behind him.

"Tiantian Demon Lord?" Chu Xingge's face suddenly became serious, and he took a few steps back.

The phantom that Ning Ruoyuan released was exactly the main god of the previous generation of the Earth God Realm that he subdued with Xia Zhanyan in the soul-inducing lamp in the fairy tomb—the primordial spirit of the Heaven Swallowing Demon Lord, who was captured by some method he did not know. Refining has become his magic weapon of primordial spirit.

In this type of competition, only the Yuanshen magic weapon is allowed to be used, because the Yuanshen magic weapon is an existence that is integrated with the player's Yuanshen. It has broken away from the category of magic weapon, and is more like a part of the player's body.

The Heaven Swallowing Demon Lord is like a god of death holding a scythe. Every time his scythe strikes the temple, a crack will be opened in the ground of the twelfth floor of the dragon tower. The whole dragon tower seems to be shaking violently with his movements. .

Chu Xingge could only retreat.

There is no going back.

The attack of the Swallowing Demon King was quick and violent, and he slashed on the ground beside Chu Xingge with one blow.

Although he didn't directly hit him, Chu Xingge was blown out of the dragon tower by the force that exploded from the ground, and his whole body fell into the vast fairy cloud like a meteor.

Ning Ruoyuan stopped attacking, and stared at the world outside the tower with a pair of cold eyes.

The weight of that blow is obvious to all. If Chu Xingge can come back again, then he is a pervert.

But Chu Xingge came back.

Dark red blood shadows sprang out from the cloud, split into two, one left and one right attacked Ning Ruoyuan, making it difficult to tell which blood shadow was Chu Xingge.

With a wave of Ning Ruoyuan's hand, the giant scythe of the Swallowing Demon Lord swung out from the air, one scythe on the left and one on the left, and two black scythe blades hit the two blood shadows respectively.

"Peng—" A blood mist exploded in the air.

The two blood shadows were swept by the sickle, forced to change direction, and flew into the midair to stop at the same time.

Only then did I discover that one of the two blood shadows was Chu Xingge, and the other was a phantom of a strange man.

"Sword Spirit?!" The Dragon Emperor, who was admiring the battle with Xia Zhanyan in Qianlong Hall, suddenly opened his narrowed eyes wide, and said in surprise, "He has matured. This kid is not simple."

The phantom of the man beside Chu Xingge unexpectedly walked into Chu Xingge's body at this moment, and merged with Chu Xingge into one body.

"Human and sword unite..." Dragon Emperor was a little surprised, he still underestimated this man.

No one noticed that the blood sword in Chuxing Singer had disappeared.

After he merged with the phantom, he waved a burst of explosive flame balls with his bare hands. Countless flame balls fell from the sky, and his whole body jumped into the rain of flame balls, turning into an afterimage that no one could see clearly. Under his action, the flame ball changed its direction of falling from top to bottom, and attacked Ning Ruoyuan more quickly from all angles.

The people watching this competition were all dumbfounded. They had never seen anyone who could use spells like this. Under his control, ordinary spells had the power of advanced skills.

Ning Ruoyuan kept waving his hands, and the Swallowing Demon Lord's sickle also kept waving, knocking these flame balls into the air.

And the afterimage of Chu Xingge flew towards Ning Ruoyuan together with the flame ball.

A mocking smile flashed across Ning Ruoyuan's lips, and he swung his hand in the direction of Chu Xingge.

The sickle of the Heaven Swallowing Demon Lord also cut off following his command.

Chu Xingge could no longer avoid this blow, but he didn't seem to want to avoid it.

"I've said it before, your skills won't work for me." Ning Ruoyuan's sad and happy voice sounded, and the Heaven Swallowing Demon Lord's sickle slashed at Chu Xingge's head.

"Really? Chu Xingge's cold and murderous voice rang in his ears.

Everyone stared blankly.

Because Chu Xingge did not die, not only did he not die, but he directly took down the sickle of the Swallowing Demon Lord with his arm.

"You..." Ning Ruoyuan's voice and smile froze on his lips.

Chu Xingge's other hand was passing through his chest, and bright red blood gushed out, dyed his white clothes red, and slowly flowed down Chu Xingge's hand.

At that moment, everyone was silent, and no one even cheered.

Chu Xingge is like a demon who gouges out his heart and eats his flesh, with evil and terror that people can't look directly at.

"You... are fine..." Ning Ruoyuan closed his eyes, and fell backwards, the phantom of Lord Swallowing Demon disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

A fierce battle is over.

"Zheng-"

There was a long sword cry, and the blood sword was stripped from Chu Xingge's body, and he screamed unceasingly, but Chu Xingge seemed to have exhausted his mind, couldn't hold it anymore, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

He is still the champion of this year's Dragon Tower competition.

But he couldn't find the one he wanted to fight.

(End of this chapter)