Three hundred and thirtieth chapters near the flying sword
Many people were already waiting for her arrival near Guanxia Tower.
When this tall girl who looked like a tourist came into view, everyone had the same impression as Zong Fengyang, and the thought "she is really tall" quickly came to their minds.
Ni Yunshan looked calm.
She has been different from all other children of the same age since she was very young. At that time, she was not very tall, but she was able to realize the existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth very early. Before she got any practice books, she
They even tried to get close to and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
For a long time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was like a secret friend of hers, a playmate that no one else knew about.
It was a rare peaceful time in her life. When her talent was revealed, everyone looked at her in the same way that the people in the surrounding streets looked at her today.
Being too aloof may not be a good thing. Before she entered Nantianyuan, she had experienced many assassinations. Even when she had just turned ten, a girl slightly older than her was killed because she was too jealous.
Wanted to strangle her to death.
Just having an extraordinary reputation can also bring a lot of convenience. For example, now that she can do many things, she only needs to tell others that she is Ni Yunshan, which can save a lot of complicated processes.
In the world of practitioners, if you want to have more reputation and obtain more conveniences, you can only let the world see your strength and continuous growth through real battles.
She had faced many real battles on the verge of life and death before, including the training session at Nantianyuan, which was more dangerous than the ordinary battles of the frontier army.
But those battles arranged for others still seemed a bit childish in her eyes.
It was not until the war between the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Southern Dynasty that she felt that she had entered the world of a true practitioner and shed her childishness.
Guanxia Tower usually has some tourists going upstairs to watch the clouds, but when she arrived today, there was no one on the Guanxia Tower, and the platform several feet long and wide upstairs seemed a bit empty.
The rays of sunlight fell on her body, which was standing alone upstairs, and began to make her, who didn't have an outstanding appearance, look strangely beautiful.
Beauty often comes from unusual temperament.
They are all the same flowers. Among the white flowers, there is a red flower with a unique color. People often think that red flower is beautiful.
The streets and alleys around Guanxia Tower seemed much quieter than usual.
On the bluestone road, as well as in the surrounding teahouses and wine shops where this building can be clearly seen, there are far fewer customers than usual.
It's just that almost all of these guests today are not ordinary people.
She is right. Zong Fengyang can be regarded as the most famous figure among the young generation of practitioners in the past ten years, and she is the leader among the young practitioners in recent years. She and Zong Fengyang are still much richer after this battle.
special meaning.
For example, through the strength she has displayed, we can infer what position the outstanding young practitioners have reached in the world of practitioners.
And when people like her officially begin to fight for the military, it also marks that those young talents who have made great progress in the past few years have truly entered the world of the powerful.
There were faint sounds of conversation in the streets, but Ni Yunshan didn't pay attention.
Suddenly the sounds of these conversations suddenly disappeared. Zong Fengyang did not waste her time. His figure had already appeared at one end of a long street.
Zong Fengyang came quickly and then went upstairs.
"Have all the funeral arrangements been made?"
Ni Yunshan looked at Zong Fengyang who was going upstairs and asked.
Her tone was very calm, as if she was asking a friend of hers something very common.
"The time is too short, we can probably make arrangements anywhere." Zong Fengyang looked at this woman who was even taller than him and shook his head.
"I forgot to tell you earlier, if you can kill me, you can live." Ni Yunshan glanced at him and said: "It's just that your cultivation will be abolished and you will become an ordinary person."
Zong Fengyang was stunned. He took a deep breath and looked at the other party in the glow, making sure that the other party did not deliberately use this method to disturb his mind.
"Don't worry, I just think there is no possibility for you to defeat me, so I forgot about such things. Knowing that you will die in a battle may make you more careless, but the desire to survive can also make people stronger. If
If the two are in different moods, it will make you feel confused, and then there will be no possibility of defeating me." Ni Yunshan met his gaze and said as if she had seen through his inner thoughts.
Zong Fengyang stopped talking.
Although he didn't understand whether Ni Yunshan's behavior was the ultimate pursuit of spiritual practice or whether it was for other reasons, practitioners had their own pride. He originally thought that Ni Yunshan might not be able to kill him, but now that he heard Ni Yunshan's words, he felt
The fighting spirit burned even more fiercely.
No one spoke anymore.
The light between the two people suddenly produced many wonderful arcs due to the distortion of the heaven and earth's vitality, just like the calm water suddenly lit up with many scales.
Then a clear sword cry sounded from both of them at the same time.
The two drew their swords at the same time.
There was no sword on Zong Fengyang's body, and a small handleless sword flew out from his sleeve.
Ni Yunshan wore a long sword at her waist, but she did not draw the sword at this time. A flying sword also flew out of her sleeve.
laugh!
There was a prolonged neigh, and the sounds of the two flying swords accelerating almost completely overlapped together, followed by a "duh dunk duh" sound like countless arrows shooting at the wooden pile at the same time.
The distance between the two people at this time is only a few feet. In a flying sword fight between practitioners, the two swordsmen usually distance themselves, and usually fight with their swords at a distance of tens of feet. In such a short distance,
The internal flying sword fight is even more dangerous for the two swordsmen.
In the small space between the two people, two faint sword shadows struck each other countless times during this breath. The flying swords passed through the scattered firelight and the overflowing strong wind. This small space
The space was suddenly churning like a pot of boiling porridge.
Hearing such a sound and looking at the two flying swords, it was like countless wild bees dancing wildly. The spectators in the surrounding streets and alleys all held their breaths.
Such a close flying sword battle is extremely rare in the world of practitioners. Both of them were willing to risk their lives. This move made everyone know that this battle would be a matter of life and death.
Zong Fengyang and Ni Yunshan both stood motionless, with no emotion on their calm faces.
Two flying swords roared and danced around them, chasing and killing each other. Suddenly, a streak of blood appeared on Zong Fengyang's left face, and a slight crack appeared on his skin. In the next moment, it seemed that
There are traces passing by.
Zong Fengyang remained indifferent and simply closed his eyes.
The speed of the flying sword has long exceeded the speed that the eyes can catch, and the shadow of the sword left in the pupils is always one step slower than the real location of the flying sword. What's more, there is no retreat in this battle, so he doesn't need to think about anything else, he doesn't even want to
Then use methods other than flying swords.
The moment he closed his eyes, one of Ni Yunshan's sleeves quietly fell off.