Chapter 22 Sister, how about we change our body and practice
Chapter 22 Sister, how about we change our body and practice
After a while, the rag-like body dissipated, and the gray mist surged, gathering together in strands, and re-condensed into Zhang Yunlu's figure.
[Enemy: A swordsman at the ninth level of Qi training, who has mastered the "Liuyun Sword Technique"]
[Killing will end this trial]
Familiar golden text and a pill.
Zhang Yunlu grabbed the pill and threw it into her mouth, then began to close her eyes and regulate her breathing. After a few minutes, her exhausted spiritual power was restored and the total amount increased slightly.
The shadow of the sword cultivator just watched quietly. When Zhang Yunlu stood up with his sword in hand, his spiritual power, which had been weakened a little, returned to its peak and became a little stronger.
"What the hell!"
This is a boss that will become stronger synchronously and will not suffer any status loss.
After cursing, she rushed forward.
However, the result was not much better. After only a few moves, her heart was pierced by the sword again, and then her head was cut off by the sword.
Once again, after resisting for a few more moves, she was cut in half by the sword cultivator's phantom, but Zhang Yunlu dragged half of her body and slashed the sword cultivator's right hand with a sword.
The third time, Zhang Yunlu chose to fight in a mobile way, but he was pierced through the throat by the sword cultivator's phantom before he could even last two sword strikes.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth times, three times in a row, her performance was not even as good as the first time, and she didn't even last a minute.
For the seventh time, Zhang Yunlu gave up the fight and chose to fight the sword cultivator's phantom head-on. He kept improving his sword moves during the fight. This time, the fight also did not last more than a minute, but he managed to injure the sword cultivator's phantom again.
After several times, her sword moves became more and more skillful. In addition to the agility and elegance of the "Liuyun Sword Technique" itself, there was also a bit of fearlessness. The time of fighting between the two became longer and longer, and the injuries suffered by the sword cultivator's phantom became more and more serious.
The fifteenth time, Zhang Yunlu's left hand was chopped off, leaving a large hole in her abdomen, and a wound on her neck that kept bleeding.
But the shadow of the sword cultivator was not in a much better condition. The wrist of his right hand holding the sword was cut off, so he held the sword with his left hand. His chest and abdomen seemed to be cut open, and wisps of gray mist dissipated.
“Hu…Hu~”
Zhang Yunlu was breathing heavily, and her vision was blacking out. This was a sign of excessive bleeding. She couldn't hold on any longer...
It's just a trial, why make it so real!
Opposite her, the shadow of the swordsman had already struggled to stand up.
Hey!
What a fucking monster!
She likes reading books and wants to be the swordsman in the "Secret History of Ancient Cultivation" who wears fluttering white clothes and can take people's heads thousands of miles away with a flick of his fingers.
But now he was here, holding a sword, fighting a monster that didn't feel pain, and he didn't even collapse after dying more than a hundred times.
"I admire myself so much!"
He squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body and used the sword to support himself to stand up.
Bang!
Zhang Yunlu dropped her sword. It was too heavy and she couldn't lift it.
She drew the dagger from her waist. After she died once at the beginning, she realized that she also had the same thing.
Without any warning, the two men rushed towards each other almost at the same time!
The sword cultivator's shadow pointed the tip of his sword directly at Zhang Yunlu's throat. With a long sword versus a short sword, she would definitely be stabbed first. Dodging in advance was the best option, but...
A hint of cruelty flashed in Zhang Yunlu's eyes, but he did not dodge or evade. The long sword pierced Zhang Yunlu's throat without any suspense and came out from the side of his neck.
However, she did not stop, and used the last bit of her spiritual power to protect her life.
puff!
The dagger in his hand penetrated into the blurry facial features of the sword cultivator, probably at the position of his eyes, and he twisted it with force!
[Kill the enemy·Ninth level of Qi training swordsman, "Liuyun Sword Technique" is perfected]
【Time: 7 minutes and 25 seconds】
[End of this trial]
Golden words appeared, but Zhang Yunlu didn't care. Instead, he looked at the disappearing shadow of the swordsman and laughed.
…………
"Yes, in a desperate situation, you can be ruthless and risk everything, exchanging injuries for injuries to force the enemy to die."
Inside the villa, a picture was projected in the air.
Xu Xing was amazed, and Zhang Xiu's eyes twitched involuntarily when he saw that scene.
The person with a broken arm, a sword hanging around her neck, and almost dying but still smiling is my sister?!
"After experiencing one hundred and two deaths, she finally killed a swordsman who had reached the ninth level of Qi training and mastered the swordsmanship through direct combat." One hundred and two deaths?
Zhang Xiu looked at the fallen figure in the picture and felt extremely conflicted.
He felt bad for his sister, but he also knew that this would not harm his sister.
"senior……"
"You are also a natural Taoist. You should be aware of the pain and danger of collecting the sun's essence, condensing the moon's light, and refining the starlight."
"..."
How could he not know that the pain of the process was no exaggeration to say that it was like being cut into pieces.
"But looking at her current state, that difficulty may not be difficult for her."
The image of Zhang Yunlu half-dead but still smiling appeared in Zhang Xiu's mind again. This image overlapped with the image of Zhang Yunlu sitting in the sun reading a book.
Is this kind of ruthless person really the Xiaolu who likes to read quietly?
…………
The residence of the Zhang brothers and sisters.
In the bedroom, the calming incense was half burned out. Zhang Yunlu closed her eyes and looked like she was sleeping soundly.
But the next moment, the rising smoke was suddenly blown away, and a vigorous breath of spiritual energy blew up the curtains.
He suddenly opened his eyes, which were originally tightly closed, and sat up, his eyes full of vigilance.
Everything familiar yet unfamiliar came into her eyes, and the endless warmth reminded her that she had returned to reality.
No, if that was just an illusion, what happened to my spiritual power?
After a long silence, she got up from the bed, opened the door and walked to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door and poured herself a glass of juice.
Feeling the cool, sweet juice, she felt like she was finally alive.
Holding the juice, she slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The evening breeze was blowing gently, bringing a little coolness. In the distance were bright lights, cars were coming and going, and from time to time there were flashes of light in the sky.
It was a prosperous scene, but the cruelty of life-and-death struggle was incompatible with everything before our eyes.
She stood by the window for a long time, until she finished the remaining half glass of juice, and suddenly she smiled.
Even the owner of the noodle shop downstairs is at the peak of the foundation-building stage. I am far from being his match. Why am I pretending to be depressed here?
Putting down the cup, she prepared to go back to the bedroom to continue sleeping, but she stopped before she took a few steps.
I feel like something is missing...
He looked around and after a quick glance, his gaze finally stopped on the long sword leaning against the wall.
This is it!
I stepped forward and grabbed the scabbard. The moment I held the hilt with my right hand, my heart became extremely peaceful.
"Ah~"
I'm afraid there's something wrong with my current state.
森！
The long sword was unsheathed, her eyes were reflected in the sword body, and the blade was shining coldly, but it was just an ordinary sword, otherwise she would not have thrown it against the wall.
Just at this moment, there was a rustling noise outside the door.
Ok? !
The door opened quickly, and Zhang Yunlu relaxed her guard and smiled brightly when she saw who was coming.
"Brother, you are back."
But Zhang Xiu at the door felt a little uneasy when he saw her smile, especially when he saw that she was holding the sword in her hand.
Sister, why don’t we stop being a sword cultivator and turn to body cultivation!
Please collect and read!!
(End of this chapter)