Among Qi Xiaoluo Feng and others, only Xiangying was not injured because Zhao Liushou was still protecting her before she fell into coma.
Hun Xiaotian had mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't expect that Hua He and others would come back to help him at the critical moment. If not, he and Ning'er would have been separated. He could only think of what they had gone through. Starting from today
Afraid that these people would never be able to return to the teacher's gate, he looked at the sky again, but he still didn't see that person's figure.
He returned the Ziyu Sword to Zhou Pingsheng. Without his borrowed sword, he might not have been able to defeat the Seven Swords of Xishu. Moreover, he should not have been plotted by Qi Nanying.
Zhou Pingsheng put his hands on his head and rubbed it fiercely, then took the Ziyu Sword.
Hun Xiaotian wanted to say something grateful, but couldn't.
Zhou Pingsheng had a painful expression on his face, and guessed what he was thinking by looking at him, so he spoke and told him the truth with great difficulty, "Junior brother Xiaotian, do you know that Ouyang Bo... is actually Senior Sister Qin's biological father...
"
Hun Xiaotian's body swayed, and there was a muffled thunder in his heart, and a feeling of suffocation blocked his nasal cavity. He turned around mechanically and walked towards the Nine Heads Peak, swaying, step by step, heartbroken.
"Brother Xiaotian."
Feng Ning'er hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and the two of them walked in that direction together.
In Bu Sheng Hall, Lu Kouchuan's wailing sounds kept coming. The junior brother was pulling out the golden threads from his body. Every golden thread was filled with flesh and blood, and he was dying of pain. It was not until night that the hoarse wailing gradually began.
stop.
Hua He squeezed in next to Zhou Pingsheng and said, "Isn't it too early to tell him this now?"
Zhou Pingsheng sighed: "Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. It is better than waiting for him all the time."
Hua He also sighed and said: "Junior Brother Zhou, you are right. Do you think...Senior Sister Qin will come here again?"
Zhou Pingsheng was dull, "It's already like this. If we come, it's better not to come."
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Xishu Jianshan
The seven people were all seriously injured when they returned. After a few people woke up, Lin Xiaoyou told the story about Feng Ning'er admitting that he was a corpse tribe in front of everyone, and then added to the story that Feng Ning'er had become a demon.
, how she brutally killed an upright comrade, and not a word was mentioned about how she was able to activate the Three Talents Flying Snow Secret Art alone and how she was defeated.
Back at Jianxin Pavilion, Li Dongyang and Mo Zhu were silent for a long time.
Li Dongyang wanted to scold her for not sending his disciples privately, but he didn't say anything.
Mo Zhuzhen sat quietly for a long time, her expression becoming more and more painful. Scenes from her youth came to mind again, how Feng Ning'er was outstanding and betrayed her school for a man. All these were exactly the same as herself at that time. Her chest rose and fell slightly,
His expression became increasingly depressed.
Li Dongyang reached out and patted the back of her hand. Just as he was about to comfort her, she suddenly stood up and looked at the Crescent Sword on the table.
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Nine Heads Peak
Hun Xiaotian kept pouring strong wine into his mouth. His mouth and tongue were numb, but the figure in his heart became clearer and clearer.
Feng Ning'er stood silently, letting him sink. Suddenly, Xi Shan trembled slightly twice. Feng Ning'er realized the crisis, grabbed Xi Shan and walked away.
…
stone bridge
Looking
Blue clothes, white clothes.
At both ends of the stone bridge, the autumn rain and the setting mountains were vibrating gently.
There was light smoke and mist, and a steady drizzle, and the raindrops fell on the stone bridge.
"I won't let you hurt brother Xiaotian."
Feng Ning'er said decisively.
"What if I insist on it?"
With a clang sound, Xishan angrily unsheathed his sword, his white clothes floating, and his jade fingers wrapped around the gauze. Feng Ning'er gently held the hilt of the sword with her green-white fingers, and stabbed the man with a sword like a flowing wind returning to the snow.
Qin Zhizhi held Qiu Yu and slowly drew his sword. The stone and jade scrolls glowed brightly, buzzing, and several small yellow snakes swam on the sword. There was a clanking sound, and the swords crisscrossed each other. The orchid clothes twirled like butterflies.
Like an illusion, like a big dream cloud.
The figure in white orchid clothes tossed and turned and leapt into the air. A sword in white clothes swept across the upside-down Milky Way. Her body looked like snow, like a fairy from the Nine Heavens falling into the mortal world.
Orchid clothes are held in her hands, the sword energy is like a mountain river flowing with endless waves, the lilac between her brows is not spreading, the love is like autumn rain falling on the sunset mountain.
Ding, clink, clink, the two of them had passed hundreds of moves, and there was no winner. Feng Ning'er bit her teeth lightly and deliberately let go of a flaw.
Qin Liaozhi's expression was dull, but he still stabbed out his sword like an antelope hanging its horns.
With a pop, Feng Ning'er's white clothes were stained with blood. She raised her palm and swatted, Lan Yi was also blown away. With a clang, the Qiu Yu Sword fell from her hand and landed on the stone bridge.
Qin Liaozhi stood up with tears in his eyes.
"Tell...him that after I passed this Xiao'an Bridge today, I...will not come back again."
She originally wanted to ask: Is he okay? Is he seriously injured? But she only said these words that were not heartless.
Qin Liaozhi left and disappeared into the misty rain at one end of the stone bridge.
Regardless of the pain in her chest, Feng Ning'er ran forward to pick up the Qiu Yu Sword, wiped off the blood on it, put it into its sheath, and held it in her arms, treating it like a treasure.
She looked back and stared in the direction where the man disappeared, and murmured to herself: "Brother Xiaotian, you must be very sad!"
Returning to Jiushou Peak, Hun Xiaotian saw that she had brought back Qiu Yujian, and asked disappointedly: "Is she... gone?"
Feng Ning'er nodded, opening and closing her lips a few times without making a sound.
Hun Xiaotian looked at the sky and suppressed his emotions.
"Let's go...just go! I'm sorry for her."
Feng Ning'er lowered her head and remained silent.
The moonlight flows, and the sea of stars rises and falls.
Suddenly, the sea surface wrinkled with wind and waves, a green light broke through the galaxy in the sky, and a powerful figure rushed towards this side.
Feng Ning'er was shocked and said, "Master...Master..."
Hun Xiaotian was also horrified that Master Mo Zhu actually came at this time.
When the stream of light fell to the ground, Master Mo Zhu turned around and looked at the two men with murderous intent.
Feng Ning'er knelt down with a pop: "Master..."
"I'm not your master." Master Mo Zhu shouted loudly.
Feng Ning'er's delicate body trembled, tears dripping down.
Master Mo Zhu pointed at Hun Xiaotian and said: "Just because of him, a barbarian monster, you actually dare to betray the sect and let me live up to the kindness of raising you in the past few years?"
Feng Ning'er murmured and begged: "Master, you can deal with me however you want. Please don't hurt my brother Xiaotian."
Master Mo Zhu's mind felt like he was being pricked by needles. Many years ago, he was in that lobby.
She also knelt in front of her master and begged for mercy on that man's behalf, but in the end her family was implicated and her whole family was wiped out. In the end, she was forced to separate from that man.
She said with grief and anger: "Ning'er, the master was wrong back then, and he regretted it for the rest of his life. Now, I can't let you follow in my footsteps, and I can't just watch you fall into the devil's path."
The Crescent Sword bloomed with supreme brilliance, and Master Mo Zhu stabbed Hun Xiaotian with an unrivaled sword.
How could Hun Xiaotian now dodge the full-strength sword of the Master of Xishu Sword Mountain?
A white figure appeared, and Feng Ning'er's delicate body stood in front of him. The long sword pierced his chest, the tip of the sword protruded, and blood dripped down.
"Master...don't hurt my...brother Xiaotian..."
Hun Xiaotian's world collapsed in an instant. He pushed Master Mo Zhu away with all his strength and held her hand in his palm. His tears kept rolling down and his throat became so choked that he could not speak.
Feng Ning'er looked at him with a smile, the blood was already stained everywhere.
"Brother Xiaotian, don't cry."
Hun Xiaotian tried his best to suppress his tears and forced out a smile, "Okay, don't cry..."
Feng Ning'er was so angry that she said with difficulty: "Brother Xiaotian, I want that...a flower leaf from my mother-in-law's tree..."
"Okay...ok...I'll take you there..."
Hun Xiaotian picked her up and flew towards Youju Valley.
Mo Zhu's long sword fell from his hand, and the crescent sword bounced up with a clang and fell to the ground.
"Ning'er... Ning'er..."
"How could you? How could you...?"
Yes, with her cultivation in the upper realm, it was impossible for Feng Yuqiao to be faster than him. But the impossible thing still happened. She didn't know that Feng Ning'er was not only the body of the innate sword embryo, but also understood at the same time
Having acquired three kinds of Taoist hearts, she could activate the three-talent Feixue True Technique that the Taoist sect was proud of by herself. She didn't know that at that moment she forcefully opened the sixth gate of the Seven-Star Demon-Sealing True Technique.
Master Mo Zhu was stunned in place for a long time. Suddenly, she picked up the long sword on the ground and wiped it towards her neck. With a "dang" sound, the sword was knocked down by a rosary. Master Mo Zhu saw the rosary and understood.
Who was it? His face was full of tears, and he fell down slumped. This chapter has been completed!