In the shimmering night, Jing Che stood alone at the entrance of Xiyanpo Cemetery, with the gloomy wind behind him. In front of him, half of the Yizhao Town was quietly spread out at his feet. In some courtyards, white candles were just picking up, and in some courtyards, the water had stopped sinking.
Existing in the sinister atmosphere of the cemetery, most people would find it creepy, but Jingche felt inexplicably close to it, perhaps because she had been lying in the tomb for over a hundred years.
It was like a dream. In the past, when she was wearing imperial clothes and opening her mouth, she probably never imagined that she would sleep in a tomb for a troubled time, and then an uncle smelling of alcohol would lead her into the world.
, taking her through the sorrows and joys of the world one by one.
Strange to say, under his subtle influence, she finally smoothed her edges, and she was no longer as stubborn in dealing with others as before, but she did not change her bad behavior towards him. He was her teacher, and she should have been very strict with him.
Although they respected each other, they got along like enemies. He didn't have the seriousness to be a teacher, and she didn't have the respect that a disciple should have.
It's like taking advantage of the situation without knowing the importance.
Jing Che suddenly burst out with a faint smile. Speaking of how she thought she had grown, she was still the same, too proud to bow to others. For example, she knew she felt guilty about the porcelain statue that just happened, but he also felt guilty.
It's her bad attitude that forces her to fight head-on. She often goes astray, like with Gong Lin. Unless one day she can make Gong Lin pay for the crimes he committed, she will never give up.
"You're here early." A cold voice interrupted Jing Che's thoughts, and he saw Gong Lin walking up the hill.
Jing Che clenched the stick in his hand tightly, and the fairy stick seemed to have spiritual energy to comfort its owner. The flowing fairy energy shone slightly. She slanted her lips and sneered coldly: "If you don't come, I thought you were going to run away."
"Huh, you're still very articulate," Gong Lin said coldly and disdainfully, "I don't have time to talk to you, let's get started."
Hengqi Daigo: "The old rule is that the winner will be determined within ten moves, and the killing move cannot be used."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Lin was caught off guard and drew his sword. Silver light flashed through the air suddenly, and the sword tip stabbed straight at him. Jing Che leaned back, his black satin hair was lifted open by the sword, and his long hair suddenly swelled into the wind like floating seaweed.
, the person almost leaned against the sword and narrowly avoided it.
Cursing despicable secretly, Jing Che gritted his teeth bitterly, turned around with one foot on the ground, and swung the stick to block Gong Lin's offensive. Her stick technique was airtight, and she relied on defense to advance, but she still wouldn't give in even a cent. Although she had been practicing longer than Gong Lin,
It is short and has a weak foundation, but it relies on its flexible body and superb moves to force Gong Lin to retreat and attack with all his strength.
Even though Gong Lin made the first move, Gong Lin didn't gain the upper hand. Instead, he was secretly surprised by Jing Che's strength. He thought she usually seemed idle and got into trouble, but unexpectedly, she had some real abilities underneath her lazy skin.
After reaching the eighth move, Gong Lin gradually went on the defensive. Jing Che didn't feel any harm. He adjusted his moves and gathered all his energy to lift up a trace of sand. She could only follow the same pattern, and this power should not be underestimated.
However, she seemed to be in a state of neglecting one thing and losing sight of the other. She was distracted by Yihensha's lack of skill, which resulted in the empty door in front of her being exposed. Fortunately, she was one foot away from Gong Lin at this time, and her speed was enough to avoid Ming Ming.
Sword attack.
The dark wind was blowing everywhere, and the fine dust was rolled up into whirlpools by the chaotic sand at low altitude. The withered grass in front of the grave was falling this way and that, and the sound was like mourning.
With a loud shout, Jing Che jumped up and stood on the top of the stone, his whole body suddenly lit up, and a trace of sand was about to come out.
At this moment, something unknown pierced the dark air and came straight, hitting the chest in an instant. No blood was seen, only Jing Che could hold his chest slightly, with pain on his face. The true energy had been condensed between the sticks, but it failed halfway, and now it was flowing backwards.
, attack the heart channel together.
With a sound of "Wow -", a mouthful of blood spattered on the rugged stone. Daigo pressed his palms to support his whole body's decline, and half of his black hair fell down to cover his pale face.
"You're cheating!" His tone was weak, but his pride remained unchanged, and the smell of blood surged in his throat, sweet and fishy.
Jing Che clutched the right side of his chest, and with difficulty moved his blood-stained fingers to the hidden weapon that was embedded in his body. He found that only a small ring was left outside. He wanted to pull it out, but even the flesh and blood in his heart hurt. It seemed that
There are tens of thousands of small thorns tearing it apart.
"I'm just cheating, what can you do to me?" Gong Lin smiled triumphantly and sinisterly, sheathed his sword and walked slowly over.
Jing Che pushed her away fiercely. He still had some strength, but unexpectedly Gong Lin added insult to injury and slapped her hard on the chest. He didn't have time to dodge, and received the palm she put 100% of her strength into, and bounced away.
Falling heavily to the ground.
Gong Lin dusted off his hands, walked up to Jing Che again, leaned over and looked at her condescendingly, stretched out his hand to accurately grasp the small ring of the hidden weapon, and twisted it in several times.
"Ah -" Countless little hooks stirred the flesh and blood on his chest, and the pain was so dense and tearing that Jing Che couldn't help but cry out, and there was already a dense layer of cold sweat on his back.
"Now you know it hurts? Where's that arrogance from before?" Gong Lin laughed vengefully.
"Ha... Gong Lin... Do you dare to be more sinister... If you have the ability to kill me here... cough..."
"I don't dare. You are the Sword Master Kazuya Xiu's pet. If I just play with you to death like this, then -" Unexpectedly, her toe kicked Jing Che's knee. She lost her balance and fell half-way.
Kneeling down, Gong Lin continued to be angry: "My life is not going to be easy either."
Refusing to kneel down no matter what, Jing Che struggled to get up, but was kicked hard on the head and neck. He knelt forward in embarrassment like a dog lying on shit, the delicate skin on his face rubbed against the dirt on the ground, and a few lines
Flushed red appeared immediately.
"Kowtow and beg me, Jing Che. Once I'm in a good mood, I can consider letting you suffer less."
"Please...heh..." There was rotten mud on his lips, and he spoke indistinctly, but he groped for Daigo in his hand, "Don't even think about it... Even if I kneel down to you, Brother Xiu will not do this to you.
The poisonous woman likes you a little bit. Believe it or not, even if you take off your clothes and crawl into his bed, he will not look at you..."
Thinking that she should be distracted by these words, Jing Che clenched Daigo with all his strength and stabbed backwards. The final force did not even touch Gong Lin, and he was cut off halfway.
"Jing Che, don't think about dying!" Gong Lin was furious, took the gochu from her hand, and stabbed her calf with his backhand.
He groaned and almost gritted his teeth before swallowing the painful cry back into his throat. One of his legs was nailed to the ground, and blood gurgled out. His fingertips dug into the semi-stiff mud, and a handful of rotten soil was crushed into the palm of his hand.
.
He spat out a mouthful of blood: "Gong Lin, aren't you afraid that I will go back and report you..."
"You dare to say that? If you compete in private, you will lose an arm. Are you willing to suffer a little here, or will you be like a useless person from now on? Huh?" He sneered with a sure victory.
He kicked her on the body again to vent his anger, and Gong Lin stopped and left the place. The sound of footsteps had gone away, and Xiyanpo was as quiet as before. Several gusts of wind blew past, and another layer of residual snow and mud was covered, and the footprints were hit.
People were swallowed up in darkness, as if no one had ever been there.
Jingche used his elbows to prop up his upper body. He twisted his left hand behind his back with great difficulty, groping for the daogu nailed to his leg with difficulty. Then he tightened his grip and pulled it out fiercely.
The blood-stained Daigo staggered and rolled to the side, the same cold light remained, like a compassionate eye watching everything, but indifferent.
Jingche tried to stand up with his legs curled up, but then fell back to the ground. His small body finally lay motionless on the ground, lifeless.
The dark wind from Xiyanpo blew into Yizhao Town from the north, and the wrapped blood dispersed shapelessly. The red lantern of the twelfth lunar month hung swaying under the eaves, and the yellowish candle inside was not willing to jump an inch and suddenly went out.
In the courtyard, cold swords pointed at each other, and murderous intent overflowed.
With his neck next to the sword blade, Qiying smiled calmly and said: "The sword master has good eyesight, he can see through my little trick in a few words."
The original humble expression disappeared, and his face began to distort and change, revealing another person's face.
He showed his true face, and Baili Fengjian felt a little familiar at first sight, and his mind flashed back to the fortune teller who had a few words with A Che in the noisy casino a few days ago.
"You are quite capable of entering the Thousand Ridges Barrier."
"This is all thanks to the sword master's good disciple."
The peaks of his eyebrows are drawn together - Ah Che is still young, smart and smart, but rarely wary of others. If he happens to be deceived by someone with serious intentions, he may not be able to tell the difference.
At the moment when Baili Fengjian was stunned, Ah Ye's figure began to change. His originally burly and strong body shrank a lot, just in time to avoid the edge of the sword. He turned sideways like a snake and swept back.
One inch.
Baili Fengjian's sword energy came next and swallowed Aye's abdomen accurately and domineeringly.
His face was slightly distorted, Aye no longer fought head-on, he raised his breath and flew up to the eaves, and fled in the direction of Xiyanpo.
He calculated step by step and linked up with each other, and there was almost no obstacle along the way. Even though Baili Fengjian saw through it at this moment, he thought he still had options. Now he only needs to enter Xiyanpo to activate the blood sacrifice, and the formation can last for ten years.
.As long as a newly deceased person is buried in a specific location, the formation can be triggered, and the Qianzhiling barrier will be broken down soon.
By then, the Imperial Army will be able to attack Qianzhiling without any hindrance, and Jiahuang Mountain will also be within their grasp!
But he didn't expect that anyone in Baili Fengjian would see through his tricks in the cemetery and have already laid out a trap waiting for him.
As he was escaping into Xiyanpo, the cemetery in front of him was dark and vast, with tombstones stacked up one after another. After carefully identifying the direction, Aye was about to go deep into the cemetery, when his ankle was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand.
Jumping in shock, Ah Ye slashed down with his knife, his eyes suddenly froze in the air, and his hand stopped.
Seeing the messy black hair spread out in a thrilling way, Ah Ye felt a strong premonition in his heart, so he leaned over and carefully turned over her body.
"A Che?" He was half surprised, while his mind was already spinning - no matter why she was here, it was an excellent bargaining chip for him.
Jing Che opened her eyes weakly, and the black shadows swayed longingly before finally converging into a clear human face. As if she had grasped a life-saving straw, her dry lips opened and closed: "Ah Ye...save me."