Kneel to Me

Song Juyao and the ghost king fought from the ground to the sky, and the situation changed color. The speed was so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye. They collided and separated quickly, and they had already made hundreds of moves during this period.

Song Juyao's ponytail flicked, and her spiritual power scattered, like tiny starbursts, making her radiate light in the dark night, incomparably holy. Occasionally, she and the ghost king slowed down, swords collided with swords, and the two faces faced each other. Song Juyao's eyes were dark and bright, firm and cold, full of awe-inspiring sense of justice.

Everyone was dumbfounded. They had never seen such a wonderful battle, and they had never felt the charm of the sword holder like this.

…

During these ten years, Song Juyao swung her sword at least 30,000 times a day in places where outsiders could not see, ensuring that the strength and angle of each swing were accurate. As long as she wanted to cut a centimeter, she would never It will be an extra millimeter. Until these are integrated into the bone marrow and become instincts, things that can be done at will.

Her sword looks exquisite and light, but it is actually an epee. The epee magnifies the attack power and makes up for her innate weakness as a woman. Of course, the wrist can bear this weight, which is also trained day after day.

As long as you are ruthless, a doll can be trained to become a strongman.

Day after day, the skin of her hands was worn out again and again, dripping with blood, and the hilt of the sword used for practice was stained with her blood. After cleaning again and again, it was still gradually stained because of too many times. Red until the hands are thickly callused, never to be worn out again.

"Why do you keep doing these basic trainings? It's almost enough. What's important is swordsmanship, not this chopping and chopping?" The second brother couldn't understand. The sword is just to know if you hold a sword, how to draw the sword correctly, and find the feel.

Moreover, they are sword cultivators, and what is important is not even sword skills, but the cultivation of spiritual power. If there is no blessing of spiritual power, the sword will be so blunt that it is not as good as a hatchet when it is cut on the ghost.

But Song Juyao has been practicing these basic skills every morning for three years.

Song Juyao didn't speak, but said: "Second Senior Brother, I did two tricks."

"Okay." He smiled, feeling that the little girl in front of him owed a severe beating.

The second senior brother was 24 years old at the time, and he had been a swordsman for 10 years. He was better than Song Juyao in terms of swordsmanship and combat experience. He really had the upper hand at the beginning. Yaodu stood up again and attacked him again.

In the yard, the sound of swords colliding with each other was heard one after another. The senior brothers were all watching, and the third senior uncle also came to watch.

The second senior brother teased the child, his fox eyes were bent, in stark contrast to Song Juyao's serious expression.

Under such contempt, suddenly a heavy slash struck, he blocked it with his sword, his wrist felt numb for a while, and in the next second, the sword was lifted into the sky by the backhand and deeply penetrated into the ground.

The second senior brother was stunned, and the surrounding senior brothers were also stunned.

Song Juyao withdrew his sword, "Second senior brother, you lost."

"...Your strength is quite strong." The second senior brother rubbed his numb wrist, thinking that it was because he misjudged Song Juyao's strength that she took advantage of it.

"It's not a matter of strength." The third uncle said, "You have too many useless tricks. She strikes every sword without exception, and the angle is still very precise. You still despise her. The burden on your wrist is too heavy. I didn’t feel it, you can’t see it if you don’t lose.”

Because most ghosts don't know how to fight with people, especially with swords, so swords are basically decorations, just a sign of swordsmanship. Although they also learn swordsmanship, they don't do it with the premise of fighting people at all.

Song Juyao is different. Her swordsmanship is not just for ghosts in this world. She can also use it in other worlds, even in the real world. She is extremely smart. She knows how to calculate angles to increase the opponent's knees when playing tennis. Wear and tear will naturally reduce the loss of your own physical strength and muscle damage to defeat the enemy.

Therefore, every sword of hers must be full of aggressiveness, without fail.

After defeating the second senior brother in the battle, Song Juyao still carried out her daily training plan without arrogance or impetuosity. She worshiped under the third uncle, and the third uncle taught her swordsmanship, and she adjusted and improved it to be the most suitable for her.

Infected, gradually, the little girl had more than 15 and 16 senior brothers, then 17, 18... Finally, the 2nd senior brother also joined.

From winter to spring, from cold to summer, the figure in the courtyard gradually became a qualified swordsman who could stand alone.

…

"Clang—"

The battle between Song Juyao and the ghost king is still going on.

On the ground, the master and seniors had already dealt with those lieutenants. There was too much anger, and after being cleared by Song Juyao, it started to spread again. They pulled up the master on the ground and took away with his sword.

The masters no longer have a trace of aura in their bodies, and they are seriously injured, unable to resist the evil energy at all, and if they are eroded by the evil energy for a while, they should lose their braids.

…

In Xiaoqiao Liushui courtyard, the middle-aged man looked at the stars in the sky, and his face suddenly changed.

"No, there are evil stars blocking the way, the situation in City B has changed, our plan has changed, what's going on?... No, I can't figure it out, I have to tell the master!"

…

This battle is so long, and the evil spirit has been stirred up like sea waves. The darkest time of dawn has arrived. The sword cultivators of Taichu Sword Sect brought all the masters out of the tomb of King Ling. The government helicopters have already arrived pick up.

Now waiting for the final result.

The King of Ghosts didn't expect Song Juyao to be so difficult. He has been consuming her spiritual power. However, Song Juyao's spiritual power is so vast that it can't be exhausted. Instead, it is his own spiritual body. , was hurt by her again and again.

He didn't notice these small scars at all, until the scars unknowingly became very numerous, and his body was swallowed like a frog boiled by a little bit of warm water, and he finally realized that he thought he had set up a consumption spirit for Song Juyao. In fact, Song Juyao used his trap to set another trap.

He finally lost his patience and began to feel a strong sense of crisis.

He fell into the ground from the air and was submerged in the evil air. Then he was in a circle, and the evil air was attracted to form a huge ball. Wrapped in this evil ball, he rushed towards Song Juyao. Song Juyao Without fear, he rushed towards him.

Both the ghost king and Song Juyao were submerged in the huge dark cloud-like sphere in the dark night sky.

It was too dark, and even the audience in the live broadcast room of the trial show could only see the darkness and could not see Song Juyao.

[Ah ah ah ah I can't see it! ! 】

【So nervous ah ah ah ah ah】

[If Song Juyao dies again this time, wouldn't the third episode be the tenth reboot? 】

[You won't die, come on, Yaoyao! ! 】

Liang Qiao stared at the live broadcast room, but hoped that Song Juyao would die so that he could arrange other scripts. This time, he would definitely keep a close eye on her and never allow her to stray from the script!

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In the virtual world, the sky has turned pale, and the darkest time of dawn has passed.

In the military command platform, everyone looked nervously at the huge ball of evil air.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a man in a wheelchair was pushed in.

They turned their heads and immediately stood up straight, "Mr. Guoshi."

The man looked very young, less than thirty years old, wearing a white silk Tai Chi suit, with a rather handsome and gentle face, with melancholy and compassionate eyes, and a noble temperament, like a Tianshan snow lotus.

"I heard that something unexpected happened in city B, let's take a look."

A general walks over himself, takes the handle of the wheelchair, and pushes him to the screen.

On the screen, the mass of evil air is still attracting more evil air, forming a bigger evil air. The observer wants to see the situation of Song Juyao inside, and has been controlling the satellite to zoom in the camera.

"What's the situation?" the national teacher asked.

"It's the sword cultivator of Taichu Sword Sect. He's very powerful. He's fighting the ghost king now." The situation was too complicated, and he didn't know how to explain it. The general had no choice but to speak briefly.

"Sword repair?" He showed a surprised expression, staring at the bad air ball, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Sword cultivator... Although I don't know what the situation is, it is impossible for anyone to win in such a large and thick mass of evil spirits. Those evil spirits will invade people's bone marrow. Under the bone-piercing cold and pain, anyone can There will be no counterattack, just like the more than 8 million people in City B at this time.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly.

In the cloud of evil air, suddenly there was an unwilling roar of an evil ghost, which was sharp and ear-piercing, and then disappeared.

"This is…"

A scorching light burst out from the darkness. The light was too dazzling. Whether it was the people from the Xuanling Sect, the people on the podium, or the audience in the live broadcast room of the trial show, everyone subconsciously turned their faces away or raised their arms to cover them.

After a while, the light dissipated. They opened their eyes and saw that the darkness was broken and was struggling in vain to gradually disappear. The bright red sun rose and the light passed through. Between the strong black and red, there was a slender figure standing in the air. , looking at the sun with his back to everyone, his high ponytail was blown by the wind.

Then she turned around, and the sun became her foil.

At that moment, she was as dazzling as a hope, and everyone would surrender involuntarily.

There was no sound in the ear of the national teacher, he stared blankly at the big screen, the world was very quiet, only his heart was beating like thunder, stinging his eardrums.

There was silence in the live broadcast room of the trial show for a while, and screams broke out again.

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! 】

[I'm so handsome, oh my god! 】

[What kind of **** is coming! ! What a top Alpha! 】

[Screenshot, screenshot, this can be used as a desktop! 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! 】

Song Juyao turned her head and looked at City B, which was submerged in evil spirit and shrouded in darkness.

…

real world. royal palace.

The king looked at Song Juyao and clutched his heart tightly. Silver eyes stared at her intently.

…

In city B.

The sun has already risen, but the sunlight can't penetrate the thick, black mud-like odor at all. The whole city B has become a dead city. All the flowers, plants and trees are dead, and the fragile fish, birds and other small animals are also spitting white. Momo is dead, and the big dogs, cattle and sheep with a little more tenacious vitality are twitching, and they are not far from death.

People fell to the ground, crying out in pain and fear.

It hurt so bad, the bad breath penetrated into the bone, penetrated into the bone marrow, the pain was so painful that it was worse than death.

But even so, if they want to live, will they die? When will the government come to their rescue? What happened, is it the end of the world?

Someone took out his mobile phone and wanted to check the Internet.

But the network of City B has been cut off, they cannot contact the outside world and are isolated.

Luo Ping collapsed on the balcony and suddenly thought of something. He is very interested in metaphysics, and discussed with enthusiasts some things that ordinary people don't know, so he suddenly understood.

It's not the end of the world, it's the evil gas bomb, otherwise there would be so many evil gas explosions, there must be something wrong with King Ling's tomb, and the government abandoned them for the sake of other cities.

They were abandoned.

The government's rescue, the most conservative estimate, will take at least five days, because the protective clothing that can block the evil spirits is expensive and heavy, and special training is required to wear them, and the city B is so big, with a population of several million, the rescue process must be is slow. How many people will die in five days? dying of sickness, dying of starvation, dying of thirst...

He will die here too.

Luo Ping burst into tears, desperate and angry, why were they the ones who were abandoned? Why do they have to encounter these?

At this time, a white light lit up, and Luo Ping raised his head with tears streaming down his face, and saw that the darkness had been split. He was stunned, and saw one after another of white light splitting down, the darkness was split again and again, they resisted stubbornly, but they had no power to fight back, and finally, they shattered like pieces of paper.

More and more light entered the city, dispelling the despair and darkness that enveloped everyone's hearts. Luo Ping looked up and saw a figure descending into the world like a hero. He was stunned, and tears rolled down his eyes unconsciously. Come.

Inside the military command platform, the general suddenly came to his senses, "Quick! Rescue City B immediately!"

Song Juyao fell to the ground, stood up straight, took a deep breath, felt the bewildered eyes gathered from all directions, lowered her eyes slightly, and blocked the flashing light in her eyes.

It would be better to come here by coincidence. The incident at King Ling's tomb has helped her a lot. If there is no accident, she will be able to see Archie soon.