185 Killing and crazy

For the remaining few days, Nangong Xia practiced in the Seven String Valley. Although his physical attributes have changed from soil to water, and although his practice methods have also changed, the reason is still the same. Nangong Xia gradually accepted this change, but at this time Nangong Xia still has some worries in his heart.

On this day, Qinji was stroking the piano in the bamboo house, but she felt that many people were coming to her side. Qinji wondered why this place was so secretive, but strangers still came here. She looked at the basin not far away, but felt a little unaccustomed to it. At this time, she got up and went out.

Dozens of people have come here on the other side of the stream. Qin Ji is surprised that all the visitors are from the Yuhua Palace.

"I don't know if you Taoist ministers come to this small valley, but I have anything to ask you." Qin Ji's humane and self-made look, Qin Ji knew that these people had bad intentions.

The leader saw that the person who came here was just an ordinary woman. They felt strange in their hearts. Qingyu, the leader of Yuhua Palace, said, "I don't know if the girl has ever seen a young man. This man is young, dressed in a Taoist robe, and his cultivation is also extremely strange."

"The little woman lives in seclusion here. It is located in a remote place and has not been visited by any outsiders for many years. How can there be the young Taoist you mentioned? Outsiders are not welcome here. Please come back." Qin Ji said that at this time, she sighed secretly in her heart. It turned out that this place was originally guarded by the magic array, but at this time, her spiritual power was lost, and now she could no longer maintain the operation of the magic array, which made them find this place so simply.

"What more should I say to her? Look, she is dressed in white and beautiful. She must be the strong and extremely strange woman in the news provided by Taiyi Palace. She is our biggest enemy." Another Taoist around him said that he had taken out his sword and pointed it at Qin Ji with the tip of his sword, as if he was ready to do it at any time.

"Hence, she doesn't have any spiritual cultivation. She's just an ordinary person. How can you do this?" Qingyu said in person that he stretched out his hand and pressed down the sword of his disciples beside him, and shook his head at the same time to indicate that he was not too impulsive. After that, he said to Qin Ji, "We are kind enough to ask each other, and please don't embarrass the poor road."

"You are not embarrassed, and what does it have to do with me? There is no one you are looking for here. You'd better leave quickly and see me off." Qin Ji said that after saying that, she turned around and went inside, but she didn't pay attention to these people of the Jade Palace.

At this time, Nangong Xia, who had been practicing in the house, also came out. When he saw that the person was from Yuhua Palace, he was surprised, so he said, "Disciple Nangong Xia has met the teachers. I don't know what important things the teachers have to teach here."

"Take it down." Qingyu said that when he saw Nangong Xia coming out, he waved his hand and asked the disciples behind him to force him to go to Nangong Xia together.

"Which of you dares to do it." Qin Ji stood in front of Nangong Xia. She looked at the people of Yuhua Palace faintly. There was no sadness or joy in her eyes, and she did not know how she had no spiritual power at this time. How could she not pay attention to these people in Yuhua Palace.

"It turns out that you are one of the same group, so don't blame us for being ruthless." Qingyu said truth, and then he said to the people under the door, "Nangong Xia is dead at this time. Standing in front of you is just a demon possessed by evil spirits. For these demons, we can only leave one." At this time, he waved his hand again to let all the disciples come forward together. He only heard him and said at the same time, "No one will stay."

At this time, Nangong Xia saw that Yuhua Palace had forced him and Qin Ji. He took his sword to fight with all his strength, but the number of opponents was too many. Even if he had the power of an artifact, he could not compete with so many people, so he could only retreat step by step, which just made him strange. That is, Qin Ji, who was supposed to be very powerful in his opinion, had no power to protect himself at this time, so he had to protect Qin Ji behind him.

At this time, the three disciples of Yuhua Palace returned and split their swords to the top of Nangong, and Nangong Xia went up with a sword spirit. When these disciples were blown away by him, he wanted to send out sword spirit to restrain several people, but he saw several sword spirits hitting him. Nangong Xia had to go down. At this time, many disciples of Yuhua Palace seemed to It was a burst of attack on Nangong Xia, and Nangong Xia could only be supported, and there was no strength at all.

At this time, a flame arrow issued by the elders of Yuhua Palace came to Nangong Xia. The speed was extremely fast, and Nangong Xia formed an ice shield in front of him to resist. The flame arrow hit the ice shield, but it was blocked by the ice shield, and the two formed a fog in front of Nangong Xia's chest. In the fog, several swords came. Nangong Xia hurriedly could only block several ways that hit him, and two swords brushed his left arm. The swords flew by and brought a drop of blood. After the swordsmanship flew over Nangong Xia, it hit the bamboo house behind him, and the bamboo house collapsed under this blow. At the same time, another sword spirit hit Nangong Xia's thigh. The sword spirit crossed and cut a very deep wound, but the wound that should have been able to see the bones was completely missing. After the blood on his leg flowed for a while, it was no longer taken care of by Nangong Xiaquan. Flowing. It should be known that if this type of wound is not carefully taken care of, bleeding alone is enough to kill Nangong Xia.

At this time, Nangong Xia saw that the wound was no longer bleeding, so he ignored it, and just dealt with the enemy's offensive one by one. However, what he didn't really notice was that although his wound was no longer bleeding, it flowed out of the wound like water.

"Go quickly. You can't really use this sword to defeat so many people. Qin Ji said that at this time, she saw Nangong Xia's wound and pulled him back. At this time, another sword stabbed forward, and Nangong Xia was pulled to one side by her. The sword pierced Qinji's body without hindrance. A sharp pain came from Qinji's heart, but she only frowned slightly and didn't really pay attention to it.

This scene happened to be seen by Nangong Xia. He saw that Qinji's white clothes were quickly stained with blood. Under the background of her white clothes, it looked so dazzling. But after a while, Nangong Xia felt a sharp pain in his head, and the severe pain soon spread to his whole body. In Nangong Xia's eyes, the blood stains on Qinji's body seemed to spread, and soon filled his vision, so that everything in his eyes at this time was composed of red. If it was different, it was just the depth of red.

In the severe pain, Nangong Xia became angry, and the anger became more and more intense. Soon it was to annihilate his own rationality. The rest was only the impulse to kill. At the same time, an extremely huge water spiritual power came from the light sword, which contained some red tyranny. Qi, the tyrannical atmosphere affected Nangong Xia's mind, which made him just want to kill all the things in front of him and tear them into pieces, even if he wanted to do everything for it.

Even if this price is his own life and soul.

The sound in his ear gradually faded away. Although Nangong Xia could still hear the words and shouting of killing from the people of Yuhua Palace, those voices were as far away and unreal as they came from the sky. At this time, what he saw was only a picture composed of different shades of red. Except for red, there was no other miscellaneous things. Color. In this situation, coupled with the chaos of Nangong Xia's mind, he felt that all this was as false and untrue as a nightmare. The spiritual power from the light sword was not as cold as before, but a spiritual power that seemed to make Nangong Xia feel a little hot. However, all this was not unusual enough to cause Nangong Xia Attention.

At this time, there was only one thought in his heart, which was to wave the sword in his hand and cut everything in front of him into pieces.

A bloodthirsty tyrannical murder filled Nangong Xia's heart, making his heart no longer full of other thoughts.

Although Nangong Xia only had a slight meal, Nangong Xia's mind had changed dramatically. It was this slight meal that brought countless wounds to Nangong Xia, and several of them were supposed to be fatal injuries. However, Nangong Xia had no feeling at this time and did not know it at all.

Nangong Xia seemed to just wave the sword according to his instinct. At the same time, he also injected all his spiritual power into the sword, like crazy, completely ignoring the moves and magic, like a child, cutting randomly.

It's just that every time he splits a sword, there is a huge and fierce sword spirit flying away. The strength of the sword spirit is beyond the imagination of everyone present.

Except for Qin Ji.

When the sword spirit flew out, there were countless ice crystals flying at the same time. Those ice crystals were also extremely fierce. Many disciples were killed here after being hit by the sword spirit. Even if they were lucky enough not to die, if he was hit by the ice crystals, he would quickly turn into ice sculptures, and then turned into ice chips under the subsequent blow.

There are so many ice crystals that they can't be avoided at all, and they can't fight.

"Withdraw, withdraw quickly." When Qingyu saw that the other party had killed most of the disciples he brought with just a few swords, he was very tough in his heart. At this time, he saw the sword in front of him flying and the ice crystals dancing wildly. If he was really hurt, and if he touched it, he would die. At this time, he saw a sword spirit flying. He did not dare to stand up and had to dodge. When he could avoid the sword spirit, ice crystals came again. He dodged left and right. However, even so, an ice crystal still hit his arm. He felt a huge chill, and the chill almost hit his whole body. The blood is frozen. At this time, he used his spiritual power to resist the invasion of the cold. Fortunately, his cultivation was so deep that he could not be frozen by the cold.

Qingyu had just dodged the sword spirit and ice crystal, and saw another sword spirit split. He still avoided it as last time, but when he saw that his brother Qingyi's face was extremely angry and didn't want to dodge like this, he raised his sword to fight. However, he raised his fairy sword, and the sword spirit had already hit, and the sword spirit was split extremely easily. His fairy sword and body, before his blood spewed out, had been frozen by the ice crystals that followed, and then were hit into ice crumbs by other ice crystals.

Pink ice crumbs bring them not beauty, but a kind of blood and horror. Under such an attack, none of them can take it. The disciples of Yuhua Palace were shocked to see this. If they hadn't been well trained at ordinary times, many disciples would have collapsed here. At this time, all the disciples, including the elders, also fled as fast as they could.

As for other people, they don't have the ability to take care of them.

In Nangong Xia's eyes, there was only one active red shadow. At this time, he thought that the only thing he thought was to eliminate all these red shadows and finally calm them down.

Qin Ji stood in the distance and looked at all this faintly. Somehow, Nangong Xia seemed to have not seen her existence at all. At this time, Qin Ji looked at everything in front of her, but a burst of grief came from her heart. Finally, she didn't want to see such a killing again, so she gently closed her eyes, but there were two drops of liquid dripping from the corners of her eyes.

It's tears, but Qinji doesn't know it. After all, for many years, she doesn't know how to cry, but this time has been counted for thousands of years.