The moment the two swords collided.
Ning Ruan felt severe pain for the first time in a long time.
Qi and blood surged.
Even with the presence of defensive robes, his internal organs seemed to be penetrated by sword intent.
Even the right hand holding the sword was numb.
But what was even worse... was Mu Yiqiu.
She looked in disbelief at the orange sword that pierced through her abdomen and landed firmly on her neck.
Even the lips stained with blood were trembling:
"You...your sword..."
Ning Ruan raised her hand, and the orange sword flew into her left hand.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, I have two swords!"
Mu Yiqiu opened his mouth, his pale face still showing shock and disbelief:
"You actually know how to... fly a sword?"
"Oh, I do know how to do it." Ning Ruan nodded, "Are you admitting defeat?"
As she spoke, she was stroking two long swords of different colors with her hands, as if she would draw the sword immediately if the other party dared to say 'no'.
"...I lost." Mu Yiqiu covered the wound and struggled to spit out three words.
Then he stared at Ning Ruan, "Is that orange sword your natal spiritual sword? No...it is impossible to refine the natal spiritual sword without reaching the seventh realm."
And if there really is a natal spiritual sword, who would put it in the sword box?
Still fighting with that red sword for a long time?
Ning Ruan put the sword back into the sword case with her backhand and glanced at the jade medal that had gained another point on her waist.
It seems that as long as you hear the word "admit defeat", the points will be credited to your account.
Quite interesting.
"You can have sword intent, is it weird that I can fly swordsmanship?" Ning Ruan asked calmly.
Mu Yiqiu:......
"...It's not weird." That's weird, how could it not be weird?
Take a deep breath.
Mu Yiqiu hurriedly swallowed the healing elixir.
He took out another jade bottle and poured milky white liquid into the wound.
Then sit on the sea, cross your legs and adjust your breath.
Ning Ruan raised her eyes and looked around. The monks who were watching the excitement had already disappeared the moment she used the flying sword technique.
There was silence.
Feeling the serious injuries inside his body.
After thinking about it, Ning Ruan slowly raised her hand.
He tentatively gave himself a healing spell.
Then……
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
His face instantly turned pale.
The movement here shocked Mu Yiqiu, who was meditating and adjusting her breath, and her eyes widened:
"No, you just used the healing technique?"
Ning Ruan:......
"No, no, you saw it wrong."
Said.
He calmly took out various spiritual fruits and chewed them carefully.
"..." Mu Yiqiu looked unbelieving, "Although there are not many light spiritual masters in Sihai State, I can't even feel the fluctuations of light spiritual power. You are not only a sword cultivator, you are also a light spiritual master." Spiritualist!"
"……I'm not."
"You absolutely are!"
"...That's what you say." After chewing a spiritual fruit, the severe pain in his body finally eased a bit.
After receiving a perfunctory reply from someone, Mu Yiqiu felt a little uncertain:
"No, if you are a light spiritual master, why did you use the healing technique to make your injuries worse?"
Ning Ruan:......
Do you have to have shrimp and pig heart?
"...If I blow you unconscious now, will it be considered a violation?"
While speaking, his left hand suddenly took out a Thunderbolt 2.0.
"..." Mu Yiqiu, who could tell at a glance that the other party was not joking at all, said, "...I think so."
Ning Ruan clicked her tongue and took back the thunderbolt: "That's really a pity."
Mu Yiqiu:......
…
After a cup of tea time.
Mu Yiqiu suddenly raised his head and looked forward: "Ning Buruan, someone is coming."
"Oh." Ning Ruan continued to nibble on the spiritual fruit, "Come on."
"Can you fight?" Mu Yiqiu asked.
Ning Ruan: "You hurt yourself without thinking about it?"
Mu Yiqiu:...Can't I beat you for being so calm?
Just about to speak.
Then he saw the other party suddenly take out a black pot.
The black pot that was originally the size of a palm suddenly grew larger.
Flying over the two people's heads, a transparent light shield fell directly from the edge of the black pot, completely covering the two people in it.
"Would you rather be soft, Mu Yiqiu? What a coincidence."
Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.
Mu Yiqiu had already recognized the person, and his tone became arrogant and disdainful, "Xu Wei? Five points? Only five after so long. It seems like a miserable loss."
"It's quite miserable." Ning Ruan casually lifted the jade plaque on her waist with twenty-six points engraved on it.
Mu Yiqiu:......
Xu Xun, who finally led the people into the sea, had an ugly expression on his face:
"When you are defeated in my hands, there will be seven."
"Your five points must have been contributed by the group of people around you, right? There were many groups in the trial, and it is indeed you, Young Master Xu." Mu Yiqiu sneered and looked at the ten people standing behind Xu Xun. Several sword cultivators.
