In the yard, the two fought against each other. Zhao Xianger threw a peach wood sword to him. Ning Changjiu frowned and said, "Aren't you fed the fist?"

Zhao Xianger asked, "Do you want to change it to iron?"

Ning Changjiu had no choice but to compromise and said, "What sword technique does Your Highness plan to feed today?"

Zhao Xianger said: "I don't understand sword moves, so where do I get the sword technique?"

Ning Changjiu said: "You can do not have sword moves, but after using them for a long time, everyone has their own familiar movements, and these invisible moves are also moves."

Zhao Xianger thought for a while, nodded and said, "Something makes sense."

Although she agreed with Ning Changjiu's point of view, the speed of the sword was not slower. The peach wood sword swept through the dark frozen soil and rose lightly as her figure jumped. The tip of the sword fell from the sky and stabbed Ning Changjiu's chest. Ning Changjiu returned to the sword. The tip of the wooden sword slipped against the groove of the central axis of his sword body, lowering Ning Changjiu's figure a little.

The two wooden swords were stabbed one by one. As they rubbed each other, the skirts of both sides swung, covering the trajectory of the wooden sword, and both stabbed at an extremely tricky angle. Between the two white clothes, the shadow of the wooden sword swept past, like a diving sparrow. The touch of the instantaneous touch caused another dull sound of the wood. The two swords were staggered, the sword tips stood against each other, and slid forward.

It seemed that they had a heart-to-heart relationship. The two of them twisted their wrists at the same time and their sword bodies were twisted together. If these were two flexible iron swords filled with spiritual power, they would probably be tangled together like ramen.

Now the two wooden swords were stalking, and only a tiny broken wood chip was wiped out. When the tip of the sword reached its wrist, Ning Changjiu let go first, slapped the hilt of the sword, and hit the peach wood sword directly towards the other party's chest. However, Zhao Xianger was unmoved and took a step back slightly. The other hand directly clamped the coming sword like a flash, and the sword in his hand continued to chase.

The tip of the sword approached Ning Changjiu's throat. Ning Changjiu had no time to retreat, so he suddenly leaned back, and at the same time stretched out his legs to kick her wrist, trying to interrupt the sword-holding hand.

Although Zhao Xianger's long sword was swept away, the other hand that grabbed the sword directly cut it and hit his calf. Ning Long suffered a long pain, and the instant pain and numbness of the leg bones could not be dispelled quickly. Zhao Xianger's wrist did not escape, and was hit by Ning Longjiu's shoe tip. The hand that was drawn with a sword was half beat and could not continue to pursue.

Ning Changjiu stood firmly, accurately clamped the sword edge of Zhao Xianger that he wanted to change his move with one finger. His fingers went up along the sword edge, slid to the vicinity of the sword, clasped the fingers and locked them tightly, and then twisted them suddenly, trying to seize the sword. Zhao Xianger sneer, swung his other hand and said, "Give it back to you."

The wooden sword that had been taken away had flew out sideways, like a spiral blade, circled around the air, and stabbed towards Ning Changjiu's vest. Ning Changjiu was unable to seize the sword for a short time and was forced to give up. On one side, he barely avoided the back stab.

The back stab wounded and the sword was still inactive. After brushing through his armpits, the sword body passed by most of the time, Ning Changjiu grabbed the hilt directly behind him and stabbed forward with the unbreakable sword force.

"I've learned these in a month?" Zhao Xianger smiled faintly, suddenly raised her hand, raised the wooden sword in her hand high, staring at the momentum of his sword like a torch, and slashed it down like a three-foot-foot-killing snake.

With a bang, the tremor was transmitted along the wooden sword to the tiger's mouth. Ning Changjiu's spiritual power was vibrated at the same time, and it canceled it out before the tremor came. The sword force was still fast but not slow, and it grabbed Zhao Xianger's chest. A hint of praise flashed in Zhao Xianger's eyes, but the action was not light at all. The spiritual power was poured into the wooden sword, and the sleeves were swung directly, and then he shot another sword to completely disperse the sword energy.

After just a few rounds of meetings, Ning lost as expected, he almost never had a chance to fight back. Ning Xiaoling looked at the scene that was happening in the courtyard and always felt like a village woman chasing a naughty white goose with a feather duster.

As soon as Ning Xiaoling's idea appeared, she shook her head again, thinking that if she really changed to a big white goose, she might even dare to be evil in Sister Xiang'er.

The senior brother is so embarrassing.

She curled her lips, pinched the corner of her clothes, rubbed her gently, and didn't know what she was hesitating about with her calm face. After a while, she finally plucked up the courage, pushed the door and walked out, and shouted: "Stop hitting!"

When Zhao Xianger saw her coming out, she stopped the sword in her hand, looked at her with a strange look, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "Don't bully my senior brother!"

Zhao Xianger smiled and said, "Young junior sister is so tough?"

Ning Xiaoling didn't know where the courage came from, and said, "I want to beat you and me."

Zhao Xianger looked at her, her eyes narrowed slightly, and behind her, Ning Changjiu stood up and patted the frozen soil stuck to her clothes, and said, "Junior sister, why are you joining in the fun of Tongxian First Realm? What can this little body be beaten? What's more, Senior Brother is practicing, are you going to delay Senior Brother's practice?"

Ning Xiaoling bulged her cheeks and said, "Senior Brother, I just..."

Before she could finish her words, Ning Changjiu had already arrived in front of her, patted her shoulder, and interrupted, "Junior sister, one day she reached the Tongxian level, let's fight with your sister Xianger."

Ning Xiaoling widened her eyes and opened her mouth, but suddenly felt that the hands on her shoulders had increased some strength. At the same time, she also felt Ning's long-term intention - it was a strange emotion.

After her expression slightly stagnated, she seemed to understand something.

Ning Xiaoling glared at him and said angrily: "Hmph, no matter you, if you like to be beaten, if you like to be beaten, I will be buried in the snow if you beaten to death."

After saying that, she pouted in anger, turned around and ran back to the room, grabbed the broom and brushed away the dust on the ground.

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On the other side of the Huangquan, a wheelchair was pushed into the alley. Lady Bai, who was wearing a white bone dress, was sitting in a wheelchair with a snow-white fox fur on her knees.

Shubai followed her silently, without saying a word, and pushed the wheelchair slowly forward.

"Do you know why I didn't fight with that Zhao Xianger?" Mrs. Bai asked.

Shubai shook his head: "I don't know."

During this month, for some reason, Mrs. Bai's body has not improved much. Not only has the state stagnated, but her legs are getting worse day by day. It is difficult to walk until now. She lived in the yard for a month. Today, she suddenly asked Shubai to push her to the riverside. Shubai pushed her to the riverside, but met Zhao Xianger.

Shubai didn't know if it was a coincidence or Mrs. Bai had expected it. At that time, his first reaction was to be afraid. He knew very well that Sister Bai's physical condition at this moment and knew that as long as Zhao Xianger took action, Sister Bai would almost die.

But for some reason, they confronted each other across the river bank for a long time, and finally left without fighting.

He was only in vain for fear of his cold sweat.

Mrs. Bai looked calm and was pushed forward by him. She gently stroked the soft fur fur on her knees and said, "If they kill me, will you avenge me?"

Shubai didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and pushed the wheelchair forward.

The wooden wheels with black skin rolled over the snow, leaving a long rut mark, winding away without a head or tail in the dark night.

Mrs. Bai continued to ask, "You thought I was dead before, how did you feel when you saw me come back to life?"

Shubai was silent for a while and said truthfully: "I'm very scared."

Mrs. Bai smiled and said, "I thought you would be very happy."

Shubai grabbed the back of the wheelchair tightly, and the meridians on the back of his hand were protruding, like a small green snake struggling, "The people in this half of the city... are dead."

A silky charm evoked in Mrs. Bai's eyes, and her long black hair flowed on her body like water. The pure black and white lips were particularly eye-catching. She felt the murderous intent behind her, but ignored it and smiled and said, "Then why don't you kill me?"

Shubai smiled and said, "You know I won't kill you."

Mrs. Bai nodded, folded her hands on her thighs, and said, "It's better than the other side. Here, I can guarantee that those souls will not be eaten by soul insects."

Shubai shook his head and said, "But they can't live forever."

Mrs. Bai looked at Hongyue and said, "As long as I am still here, they can live like this. As long as they exist, what is the difference between living and dead?"

Shubai said, "What if one day the sun comes out?"

Mrs. Bai said proudly: "It's daytime now, but the sun cannot shine into this city, and it can never shine in... In the past, it was said that someone had shot the sun. I don't have a bow and arrow, but I have a moon, and I can accomplish the same feat."

Shubai raised his head, looked at the red moon, and didn't ask any more questions.

"I don't like that horse and that cow." Shubai said.

Mrs. Bai said: "They can't die yet. If one day they must die, I will let you do it."

Shubai nodded.

They pushed in the snow for a while, but when they approached the entrance of the alley, Shubai stopped.

At the end of the street corner, many dark shadows suddenly appeared.

The black images were countless crows, pouring into the alley in black and stopped in front of Mrs. Bai.

Mrs. Bai raised her head and looked ahead.

In the alley, dozens of corpse shadows stood in front of them, and the figures were shaking, and their shiny eyes were like countless crowded bats. Even if they were trapped in the long darkness, they could still clearly feel the anger they burst out.

"Demon!" Someone walked out of the crowd with a long sword, pointed at Mrs. Bai at the tip of the knife, and said angrily: "Demon, you finally dare to come out today!"

Mrs. Bai said calmly: "I have been from that yard, but you don't have the courage to come to me."

"Who knows you have any conspiracy?" the man sneered: "Now we are all here, witch, you are at your end today, and the moment you walk out of the yard today is your death."

Mrs. Bai said, "Why do you think you can kill me?"

The leader stretched his hand back, and a blood-dried head was handed over, which was the head of a tall horse.

The horse's head was smashed to the ground, and the man inserted the knife into the horse's neck. He sneered: "A month ago, dozens of adult men were not his opponents, but today we killed it and cut off its neck without much effort. Your horse is dead. The head of the mad cow will be chopped off and sent to you in the future. You have been weakening, and your left and right arm is killed but cannot be stopped... We endured humiliation and finally waited for today!"

Shubai stared at the dead horse's head and frowned.

At this moment, in the deep alley, the man holding a long sword had already roared: "We have said a long time ago that I will not let you go even if I become a ghost! Today, you, the witch, will definitely die!"

The angry shout made the snow on the wall shake countless times, and the anger of the ghosts behind him was aroused by his words. They were all dead souls in the city who died directly or indirectly under the sharp claws of Mrs. White Bone. They watched their relatives die one by one, from living people to half-human and half-ghost, and then corroded into real ghosts that could never see the sunshine.

They had great fear of Mrs. Bai, but finally, after killing the horse's face today, a bloody feeling filled their chests.

They had the confidence to kill Mrs. Bai, and on this day, Mrs. Bai happened to leave the yard and came to the bank of the underworld.

Like the other side, they watched from a distance, waiting nervously for the outcome of the battle.

But nothing happened in the end.

They didn't know why, but looking at the wheelchair and fox fur and looking at the pale and weak cheeks of the charming woman in it, they could no longer suppress it. Groups of people gathered together and waited at the end of this necessary road.

When the sound of killing rose to the sky, Shubai panicked for a while. He knew that no matter how weak Mrs. Bai was, it would be easy to kill these people.

In a brief surprise, the man holding up the long sword had already slashed in front of him and slashed it down with one knife.

Mrs. Bai did not resist at all. The knife fell on her body. Although she did not split her, it shattered a piece of white bone scales. The sound of shattering was soon overwhelmed by the roar of the crowd. They rushed over and rushed towards Mrs. Bai. Those with weapons slashed at her body with weapons, and those without weapons smashed them heavily with their hands and feet.

The woman sitting in the wheelchair was like a white reef in a black torrent, pushing and retreating constantly by the crowd, sometimes submerging and sometimes revealing a corner of her color.

Shubai stood there and was soon pushed to the ground. He was completely panicked and watched the people submerge Mrs. Bai. The knife and axe fell down. Although it could not cause any major wounds, it left a thin blood mark on her body. Her bone skirt was shattered to pieces, revealing her body little by little.

Shubai's heart seemed to be picked up by the eagle claws. He stood up, rushed over, and roared: "Stop hitting... stop hitting! If you kill her, you will die!"

But his voice could not be heard in the noise of the crowd.

Similarly, no one cares about his life or death at this moment.

Mrs. Bai sat quietly without a little resistance, like a real reef, enduring the wind and rain, and slashing with swords and axes. Then the blood on her body became more and more red, redder than the moon in the sky. The blood flowed through her plump and white body, like a flower stream rushing through the snowy gullies, and then countless similar red camellia bloomed from the snow, dyeing everything bright red and charming.
To be continued...