to the snow

Liu Xiaoran staggered around, not knowing how to stagger, and only after the star was buried in the gray clouds did he stumble to the place that he had made an appointment with the young master in red.

Seeing the long-awaited young master in red leaning against a wall, Liu Xiaoran called weakly, "Young master..."

Seeing that she collapsed powerlessly on the ground after only saying two words, the young master in red was startled, and then hurriedly helped her up.When he found that Liu Xiaoran's hand was firmly pressed against his chest, and his entire palm was stained red with blood, the young master in red frowned, and reproached angrily, "Why did you make it like this? Hey, hey, you can still hear me talking !"

After waiting for quite a while, Liu Xiaoran could not reply. When the young master in red looked down again, he saw that she had passed out, so he could only sigh softly, carefully carried her on his back, and stretched out his movements to walk across the street at full speed. stand up.

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This night, countless lanterns turned the night into day.The people watching the lanterns are like a tide, until late at night, the vast crowd just slowly recedes.

Lingchang City returned to the tranquility of night.

In the silence of the night, there was a petite figure dancing the sword flower alone on the roof of Murong Restaurant.The black and red Chiyue Sword accompanied her movements, flickering, unhurried, as if it was just dancing with the master's will.

"Drink!" You Jing suddenly uttered a deliberately suppressed drink, put the tiger's mouth against the hilt of the sword, pinched his left hand into sword fingers, and slashed the sword against the ink-stained night sky like lightning.

After swinging the sword, You Jing raised her wrist lightly, and drew seven more swords at an astonishing speed.The Chi Yue Sword's long chant echoed around for a long time, and what flew along with the shadow of the sword was mixed with gorgeous red flames.

However, when You Jing was about to slash the ninth sword, the sword's momentum, which was originally flowing like clouds and flowing water, suddenly lost control.As if caught in a violent gust of wind, the flying sword shadows and flames were blown by the strong sword wind like drunkenness, flying around like headless flies.

You Jing panicked, trying to withdraw her sword in a hurry, but at this moment, five sword qi flew towards her one after another.She was caught off guard, not even able to block in time, her arm was pierced by one of the sword qi, followed by the other four.

The arm as white as a tender lotus root suddenly became bloody.

The sting was like an ant bite, and the pain was so painful that I couldn't help but suck in the cool air quietly.She took the sword back into her body, sat down quietly, and silently cast the spell of "sinking water to moisten the heart", healing the mottled sword wound little by little.

After everything calmed down, a cloud of faint blue ice energy appeared beside her, transforming into Shen Hanling's appearance.

Looking at her wound with concern, Shen Hanling sighed, "Is it still okay?"

"It's the seventh time..." Despondent Huitian, with an unconcealable loss in his quiet voice, "I'm really useless, I can't even fully release the most common opening moves..."

"Don't blame yourself like this, take everything slowly." Shen Hanling's voice was soft like a breeze that could heal all wounds, "Besides, you can't adapt to the strength of the ninth level so quickly."

Ever since she acquired Lingyue's power by accident, You Jing practiced the "Sword of War" on the roof every night, with Shen Hanling as her mentor.It wasn't that she abandoned the "Zi Frost Sword Art", but because of the change in strength, she couldn't continue to practice along the original routine of the sword art.That is to say, when one's own strength reaches the ninth level, it is no longer possible to control the power of the "Purple Frost Sword Art".

I'm afraid that even when Lingyue comprehended the "Purple Frost Sword Art", she never considered such a defect.

"I always thought that since the moves of these two sword arts are almost the same, the difficulty of cultivation is also..." You Jing paused for a long time before whispering, "It's almost the same."

After uttering these words without shame, Shen Hanling's laughter came to his ears.

"I have to say that your thinking is a bit naive. Since it is the sword art of the Dachen sect, how can it be easily learned in just one day and one night."

You Jing buried her head between her knees in embarrassment and did not speak.

"Well... But it's not bad to have learned to this level in just three days." Shen Hanling's figure slowly disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

You Jing was still recalling the actions he entrusted to her, and a sudden rush of footsteps made her nerves alert.

Huh?The figure below is so familiar!

It's like... wait!That's sister Ran!

At this moment, the young master in red is carrying Liu Xiaoran, traveling through the twilight.

You Jing turned pale with shock, she hurriedly jumped downstairs and started chasing after her.

However, my sister also suffered serious sword wounds, so I must not let this guy take her away!

Only this thought remained in Quiet's mind.

The young master in red suddenly felt a sword intent coming from behind him, and evaded sideways in horror.Unexpectedly, the sword intent came swiftly and fiercely, even though she dodged fast enough, the frightening sword wind still tore a big gash in the flesh of her left shoulder.

Staring at the drops of blood that fell on the ground, he looked up and saw a girl holding a sword in front of her. The young master in red couldn't help narrowing his eyes dangerously.

There are strands of red light shining in the beautiful eyes like a fox, "What's the point of chasing me?"

You Jing panted quickly, and immediately shouted upon hearing this, "Put down the person you are carrying!"

Facing You Jing's approaching Chi Yuejian, the young master in red only responded with a disdainful sneer.

"What if I don't obey?"

"I can't help you!"

Following the word "you", You Jing moved quickly.The increase in strength brought her speed up to a higher level. In an instant, she had moved to the side of the young master in red, and the sword struck her leg with a loud sound.

"Irritable little sister..."

The young master in red didn't evade, and raised the eyebrows of willow leaves as thinly drawn with ink brush, opened his mouth slightly, and said four words very casually: "Everything goes away."

The seemingly simple four characters seem to contain an irresistible force.You Jing suddenly felt that she couldn't help being in a trance for a while, but she still controlled the original movement of the sword and cut it down.

"Oh!" The next moment, a scream shattered the silence of the moonlit night, but it was not from the young master in red.

You Jing leaned forward in pain, her body staggered, and she almost fell to the ground.It turned out that there was a tearing pain coming from her leg.

She looked down, but was surprised to find that it was the Chiyue sword that had cut firmly on her right leg.Warm blood was gushing out from the wound, but the young master in red who had already stepped back was unscathed!

Trying to hold back the great pain, You Jing was full of confusion.

"How could this happen! It was you who I attacked just now!" Seeing that the young master in red had not left, You Jing asked in puzzlement, supporting her body with her sword.

There was a hint of a smile in the clear eyes of the young master in red. Instead of answering the quiet question, she said in a provocative tone: "How? Do you want to try again?"

The one who responded to her was of course the sword shadow that You Jing swung again and again. Although her right leg was seriously injured, it was not so easy for You Jing to admit defeat, not to mention that she now has the strength of the ninth level to back her up.

"Ah, he is really a belligerent guy. It seems that he must be taught a good lesson." The laughter of the young master in red was like a silver bell, echoing for a long time without dissipating.In the dark night, the red dress is even more dazzling.It seemed that a soft light was shining on her robe, smooth as silk.