Flower Master in the City

After a sword frightened the red-shirted woman, the white-robed woman returned her sword and continued to stand silently on the side of the hall, as if she had never taken a shot before.

The king of Chambord was so proud that he couldn't help but smiled at the woman in the red shirt: "Fairy Fragrant, can you consider this king's suggestion now?"

"Unexpectedly, the little Chambord country hides the dragon and the tiger." The woman in the red shirt snorted coldly and looked at the King of Chambord and said: "However, you are still too naive. Even if you can hold me, the Holy Church will not treat you. If there is any compromise, you still have to die."

"No, what you say is also the incense ambassador of the Ten thousand fire sect. The weight is definitely not light, right." The King of Chambord chuckled lightly and said meaningfully: "Furthermore, you have chosen Chambord as the demon beacon. Isn’t the land of rekindling just trying to steal the king’s magic fragrance formula? Without the magic fragrance, your plan to reignite the sect of the fire would be greatly reduced.”

"You!" The woman in the red shirt knew that she had really made a mistake. She had been too eager before, but she fell into this person's calculations step by step. Now it's really hard to get out.

"So, don't waste time." The King of Chambord was a little impatient. "The three of you have a good talk, and the king will help whoever bids higher. If you delay, the first incense will be burned. When it’s over, you just want to talk and there is no chance."

The woman in the red shirt only noticed at this time that the twelve palace ladies had begun to slowly pour their twelve kinds of spices into the incense burner. The subtle flames burned finely, and there were more complexities in the hall. And thin aroma.

"Anyway, sooner or later you will find revenge from the ethereal immortal gate, so you might as well try the swords with you two first!" After the red shirt woman hesitated for a while, two small knives appeared in the sleeves and looked at Sun Xinxin and Ning Jie coldly .

Ning Jie sighed and said, "You know that this is his strategy, but you actually followed his mind. It's so stupid."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The red-shirted woman had a thick face, and she did not break her defenses because of Ning Jie's words. "If you only have to talk about it, then obediently be a stepping stone to my sacred revival plan."

Sun Xinxin couldn't help saying at this time: "After you are sure that you kill us, this king will fulfill the promise? Since he can make a mistake once, why do you think he won't regret it a second time?"

Upon hearing this, the woman in the red shirt couldn't help being shaken again and looked at the King of Chambord suspiciously.

"Believe it or not." The King of Chambord still had that lively expression, "Anyway, you are already under the control of this king. I have time, but you don't."

As he said, the conversation turned, and he picked up again: "Furthermore, you Wanhuo Sect does not have any enmity with the king, but there is a hatred against the ethereal immortal gate. If you kill early or late, you have to kill. Well, you can't figure this out?"

The woman in the red shirt is obviously not a firm-minded person. At this moment, she hesitated again, and then made a decision. She squeezed the swords in her hands and rushed towards Sun Xinxin and Ning Jie.

Ning Jie shook her head and said to Sun Xinxin: "Sister Xin, you have insufficient combat experience. Take a step back and let me deal with her."

Sun Xinxin knew very well that she was not a material for fighting, and her talent in that area was really not high. Instead of causing trouble to her teammates, it was better to step aside, at least not to hold back.

Ning Jie didn't have any weapons to take advantage of, her eyes were fixed on the knife in the hand of the woman in the red shirt. After avoiding the blade, she turned around and slammed a hand knife to the back of the opponent's neck accurately.

The woman in the red shirt snorted and couldn't help but staggered a few steps, her face sinking, she turned her body to Ning Jie and counted the knives again, the blade was as dense as rain.

Ning Jie didn't fight her, but kept dodge and retreat, catching the right fighter.

"Did the ethereal immortal gate teach you how to do it?" The woman in the red shirt became more furious and couldn't help cursing: "Or you don't have the guts to fight with me, just dodge?"

Ning Jie was not fooled, and said lightly: "This kind of aggressive approach is useless to me, and I don't know how to dodge, how can I know when to fight back? Blindly stiff, that is a foolish man."

"The mouth is very powerful, but I don't know if your body is so powerful." The red-shirted woman suddenly threw the two small knives out of her hand, and with a sharp whistling sound, she swept directly at Ning Jie's face.

Although Ning Jie was a little surprised, she was not frightened. On the contrary, she raised her body skills to another level with a light toe, and avoided the past with ease.

"See how long you can hide!" The red-shirted woman directly turned the two small knives into flying knives, and pinched them to squeeze Ning Jie. The speed was swift and spinning like electricity.

After a while, the two flying knives became four, and the four became eight again...In the entire hall, apart from the scent of fragrance, there were dozens of flying knives that swept through the air.

"It seems that your limit is thirty-two flying knives." Ning Jie's figure was almost invisible, but her voice was still steady, like walking in a leisurely courtyard.

The red-shirted woman's forehead gradually began to sweat. It seemed that she was struggling with class education, but she refused to admit defeat: "I have countless throwing knives. Thirty-two are enough to smash you! "

Because of some unpleasant experiences in the past, Ning Jie has developed a restrained and tolerant temperament, and has never been arrogant. Back then, I was only trying to save the summer, which was an impulse.

After Ye Yumei's special training, she became a bit more vicious and calm. When fighting against people, she liked to make plans and then move, and then killed the enemy with one shot.

For example, now, the reason why Ning Jie only dodges and does not fight back is to test out the bottom line of the woman in the red shirt and make sure that she has no back-hands before deciding to fight back.

"Is this the trick? It's my turn." Ning Jie smiled faintly, carried a cold air between her palms, and flew up and down, then she held the thirty-two flying knives to the ice, and then crushed them again. Become ice scum.

The woman in the red shirt was astonished. Before she recovered, Ning Jie pinched her neck.

"Let go, let me go!" The woman in the red shirt struggled and shouted, "Let go of me!"

Ning Jie said coldly, "If your skills are not as good as others, then you should be willing to bet."

A hint of horror flashed in the eyes of the red-shirted woman, and she hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't, don't kill me, I give up."

"That's right." Ning Jie smiled and let go of her hand, and threw the woman in the red shirt on the ground. She didn't bother to look at it again, but turned to look at the King of Chambord: "You have seen enough of the play, we are time It's settled."

The King of Chambord smiled and clapped his hands: "Wonderful, really wonderful. It's worthy of coming out of the ethereal gate. It's a pity, are you sure you won?"

Ning Jie hadn't realized what he meant by what he said. There was a gust of wind behind her, and the woman in the red shirt appeared behind her, and a small knife stabbed her back.

"Huh, bitch, dare to leave your back to the enemy, aren't you looking for death!" The red-shirted woman succeeded in a blow and couldn't help but laughed grimly, "The people of the ethereal fairy gate are as stupid as pigs. Zongmen is the enemy of life and death. You let me go, but I will not miss the opportunity. Hahaha."

With a smile, the woman in the red shirt suddenly realized something, so the laughter stopped abruptly.

"Have you finished laughing, are you laughing enough?" Ning Jie squinted slightly, her beautiful eyes full of cold murderous intent.

"You, why are you okay!" The woman in the red shirt realized that something was wrong at this time. She lowered her head and found that the knife she thought had pierced Ning Jie's heart, only the hilt was left.

Ning Jie sighed, "I originally wanted to save your life, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it, so you can't blame me."

"Wait, wait, this is all a mistake...Ah!" Before she finished speaking, Ning Jie slapped the woman in the red shirt with a palm and directly blasted her away.

The woman in the red shirt was terrified. When she thought she was dead, she touched her hand and found that she was unscathed. She couldn't help but laugh again: "Hahaha, your palms are so soft and weak. ."

Ning Jie looked at her blankly, saying nothing.

"Huh, what to pretend, I will kill your companion first and make you regret it for life!" The woman in the red shirt raised her eyes and found that she had just fallen to Sun Xinxin's side. She couldn't help laughing. This time, the bottom of her sleeve flew out. After dropping the long sword in his hands, it slashed at the defenseless Sun Xinxin.

Sun Xinxin was really taken aback, and subconsciously raised her hand to parry.

"Dare to use your hand to block the sword, you are too stupid." The red shirt woman laughed mockingly.

"Boom!"

The red-shirted woman's long sword accurately cut Sun Xinxin's hands, but she did not get the result she wanted.

Sun Xinxin used her aura to form an invisible barrier where she crossed her hands, and resisted the long sword.

"How is this possible!" The woman in the red shirt is really unacceptable. If she loses to Ning Jie, she can still convince herself one or two. Now she can't even cut Sun Xinxin, who looks so weak, and her self-confidence immediately collapsed.

"You are the only person who is really stupid and hopelessly stupid." Ning Jie said with a sneer, "However, this is the last time you have been stupid."

The woman in the red shirt hadn't understood yet, she felt something suddenly, her eyes were suddenly filled with horror, just about to say something, a cold air gushing from her dantian, and instantly swept all over her body, in just half a second. When it arrived, the whole person was frozen into an ice sculpture, and then it burst into pieces and disappeared without a trace.

"She asked for this, sister Xin, you don't have to be sad." Ning Jie couldn't help but comforted when she saw Sun Xinxin's mood a little depressed.

Sun Xinxin smiled, and said to Ningjie: "I am not that vulnerable. Some people are completely responsible for themselves and are not worthy of sympathy. I already understood this as early as the year when I met summer."

"That's good." Ning Jie knew that Sun Xinxin was kind-hearted, and she was afraid that she would overflow with sympathy, but fortunately she was worried.

"Okay, very good, very good!" King Chambord watched the scene, his whole person excited, and pointed at Ning Jie and Sun Xinxin: "Congratulations, you won the opportunity to negotiate with this king."

"You really have a big problem in your mind." Ning Jie glanced at her disdainfully, "Since the people of the Ten Thousand Fire Sect are dead, what value do you think you have to us?"

When the King of Chambord heard this, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes grew gloomy.