"Yes, you can leave." Ning Xiaotian nodded slightly, "By the way, let someone come and clean it."
"Yes, Mr. 9527." After saying that, the woman in black gauze turned and left.
The girl who was still standing on one side frowned slightly, still a little confused about the sudden killing just now. She turned her head and looked at the corpses around her, her face turned slightly pale, and then she looked up at the man in front of her. He was 1.8 meters tall, with black hair and silver eyes. She was slightly startled, her eyes gradually became rippled, but her face was filled with tears. With surprise.
"Xiao Tian!?"
Ning Xiaotian quickly interrupted and said softly: "Na'er, this is not the place to talk. Come with me first."
"Yeah." Hu Liena wiped the corners of her eyes and nodded repeatedly.
The two of them crossed over the corpse and left step by step.
After about two-quarters of an hour, the two entered the small dark room. Ning Xiaotian closed the door, turned around quickly, and frowned: "Na'er, why did you come here? Do you know how dangerous it is here?"
"I know." Hu Liena threw herself into Ning Xiaotian's arms like a swallow nesting in her nest, looking up at him, "But Na'er just wants to face it with you, and my soul power has reached level 52, no It will hold you back. Besides, the teacher also said that the road to hell is very dangerous. If the two of us can go through it together, the probability of passing will be much higher."
"Hey, I'm sorry for you." Ning Xiaotian can imagine how much hardship the girl in front of him has endured after being able to cross almost a huge realm to reach level 52 in just two years. Moreover, she has already come here, and there is no point in trying to persuade her. .
The question before us now is how to overcome the difficulties together.
Hu Liena shook her head quickly, "It's not hard for Na'er. As long as I can see you again and help you, it will be fine."
"Na'er." Ning Xiaotian felt sour in his heart, slowly took off his mask, kissed her forehead gently, and said solemnly: "Na'er, since you are already here, there is no point in talking about anything else. Let's go, Let’s go outside and I want to personally test your strength. The Killing City is no better than other places. You can’t use soul skills here. The one outside doesn’t work anymore.”
"Na'er, the only thing I can do for you now is to teach you all my combat experience and skills through actual combat in the next time, so that you can be more confident of winning in the killing fields of hell. Of course, it will also allow you to adapt to the environment of the Killing City earlier and cope with various emergencies you may encounter here."
"Well, I will try my best." Hu Liena nodded firmly.
"Well, I believe Na'er too." Ning Xiaotian smiled and nodded, then led Hu Liena to the small courtyard outside the door.
They were three meters apart and looked at each other.
Three seconds later, Hu Liena looked at the tip of the sword in front of her, feeling a little defeated. Ning Xiaotian sheathed his sword and said: "Na'er, don't be discouraged. I have been in the Killing City for more than ten months and have killed countless enemies. Although my soul power has not improved much, my combat power is at least stronger than before I came in." It's twice as long, and you just came in and were defeated by me, this is normal."
"In the city of killing, even a titled Douluo can't say he's better than me if he can't use soul skills."
Hidden weapons, using poison, swords condensed with soul power, soul bone blessings and many martial arts skills, he has too many methods.
"Go on, next, except for competing in the Hell Killing Fields, you have to fight against me every day."
"Yes!" Hu Liena nodded, with a stubborn look on her face, "Come again!"
"Come again. Come again." The battle between the two continued.
Time passes day by day.
For a long period of time that followed, in addition to being notified to go to the Hell Killing Fields to participate in the competition, Ning Xiaotian basically watched Hu Liena's competition in person and gave practical guidance after the competition every day.
The rest of the time is spent practicing individually.
The Acacia Heartbroken Red medicine in Hu Liena's body is enough for her to practice to level 70. Therefore, although she cannot increase her soul power much by absorbing the energy of the world, it is still good to speed up the absorption of the medicine in her body by practicing the Reincarnation Art.
Ning Xiaotian, on the other hand, was cultivating the blood beads, and was eating heavily under Hu Liena's stunned gaze.
Of course, there is also the occasional opportunity for intimate healing.
How can anyone not be injured if he kills someone?
I have to say that Na'er's figure is really getting better and better. Ning Xiaotian touches his hands and sighs secretly from time to time.
Getting fatter.
One year later, inside the house.
Ning Xiaotian was sitting cross-legged on the bed in the mist of blood. Behind him was a dark red sword.
The sword is more than four feet long, about four fingers wide, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The tip of the sword is curved like the tip of a knife. The sword body is integrated into one piece, like finely carved blood-colored jade, smooth and smooth.
The sword grid is like a natural crystal, with edges and corners, and its power is like flowing fire. The same is true for the sword head, with a sharp tip at the end, like a rising crystal flame.
The sword handle has a pattern like bamboo weaving.
It looks like a sword but not a sword, with a sword body and a sharp edge. This is an extremely strange sword.
"Huh." Taking a breath of fresh air, Ning Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes, moved his fingertips slightly, and the bloody long sword behind him suddenly rose up, drawing an arc in the air, and lay before his eyes in just a moment. , held firmly in his hands.
"Finally successful." Ning Xiaotian held the sword across his right hand, lightly supported the sword with his left hand, and smiled slightly.
"From the initial internal lines to the sword embryo, and then a little bit of condensation and a little fine-tuning, it took a whole year. Finally, with the murderous aura in the body, the mother's martial spirit form was completely outlined."
"No, to be precise, it should be recast."
From the inside out, polishing it carefully, in his opinion, was no different than recasting a sword.
Ning Xiaotian's eyes flickered, his expression was filled with memories and melancholy, and he murmured: "When I see you, it's like I'm seeing my mother and my mother's martial spirit. It's not in vain that I spent so much time carefully preparing you." Carve it out.'"
"Hey, I don't know how my mother is doing at home now. I have been away from home for three years." As he said that, his eyes were a little red, and some mist formed unconsciously. He did miss his family a little.
"Mom, I will definitely help you rebuild your martial soul in the future." He wiped the corners of his eyes, his eyes full of determination.
Helping his mother rebuild her martial arts spirit has been his goal since he was a child.
After gathering his emotions, Ning Xiaotian once again set his sights on the long sword, "This long sword condensed with murderous aura restrains the huge murderous aura, retaining the murderous aura that can engross the soul and confuse people's minds. When it cuts on a person, the cold aura can still... It temporarily hinders the movement of soul power. It is useless to chop down the dead object, it just passes through."
Shaking his head, he had already tested these before when he condensed the prototype.
About a year ago, not long after Hu Liena arrived in the Killing City, he didn't play for a few days. While practicing the Reincarnation Art at home, he discovered that as the blood drops in his abdomen continued to grow, the murderous aura in his body was almost so strong that it became substantial.
So I started to think about using it.
Because it appeared in red, Ning Xiaotian thought about people when he saw things. The first thing he thought about was his mother and her Wuhun Fiery Sword, so he began to experiment with condensing the sword with murderous aura. Since it was related to his mother, he placed his affection on things and was very serious when condensing it. He no longer considered giving up fancy things like sword grids and sword patterns like condensing soul power flying swords.
Instead, he chose to 100% restore the spirit form of my mother's Fiery Sword, and then made fine adjustments based on my own sword-wielding habits. For example, the tip of the sword is bent into a blade tip because his right arm is extremely powerful under the blessing of the soul bone. This fine-tuning is more conducive to chopping without losing the characteristic of the sword itself, which is longer than straight thrusts.
It can almost be said that the shape of this sword is the perfect image of the sword spirit in Ning Xiaotian's fantasy.
To sum it up in one word, handsome!
(End of chapter)
