"Ning Changjiu, don't believe this woman's nonsense. Others lie about it in ten sentences, seven out of ten sentences, three out of three out of ten sentences, and then use falsehood to make the real one. Every ten sentences of this woman are true, relying on her own beautiful face to deceive people! If you deceive her, then I will not have any sense of accomplishment when I take over you in the future!"

The spirit of the Sword Sutra reminded indignantly in his body.

The more severe the wind and snow in the canyon, the more quiet the shadow of Si Ming appears.

Her slender fingers fell between her skirt and waist, and the flying black skirt seemed to slow down.

She raised her fingers lightly, and the tight skirt really loosened, and she put it on her fingers, surrounding her waist without the constraints of her belt. Her black skirt seemed to be scattered at any time.

The coldness and charm were contradictory to her. She stepped on the snow barefoot, her jade feet were the same color as the ice and snow. With her steps and the strong wind passing through the canyon indefinitely, her loose skirt seemed to be blown away at any time.

Ning Changji knew that he shouldn't look at her, but the moment the other party picked up his skirt with his fingers, the charming black poppy blooming in the holy world still briefly grabbed his gaze.

Then his gaze was like a fish biting a hook, and his gaze also stuck to it as the other party's movements rose and fell, unable to break free.

Inadvertently, their battle had begun.

Ning Long-term thoughts were intimidated, and even closed his eyes could not be done. Si Ming's skirt was like a wave that was rising and falling in his sight. The wave was rising from a distance and pressing towards him.

"Ga—"

At the critical moment, a bird's song suddenly sounded in the sky.

The birds' singing sounded like a knife cutting through the sky, and the soul-catching movement of Si Ming's flowing clouds and water appeared for a moment.

This fault was caught by Ning Changjiu, and he immediately pulled out his sight. When the "wave" came, Ning Changjiu had already stepped away and pulled his sword. The sword light burned on the edge and stabbed towards the phantom pressing from Si Ming.

Si Ming glanced at the sky.

Xueyu Jun was lying on the rock wall, and the whistle was made by it.

"Looking for death." Si Ming said coldly, spread his five fingers, and the spiritual power emitted from the needle pierced at Xueyujun. With a few tinging sounds, sand chips on the stone wall flew everywhere. Xueyujun screamed and dodged, but was still stabbed into his wings and nailed to the wall by a needle. At the same time, Ning Changjiu's sword had also come in front of him.

Ning Changjiu leaned forward, bowed one step forward and stretched the other step behind. As his wrist twisted, he passed the sword and stabbed it. The sword light sucked and spitted for several feet.

Si Ming had already stopped, and her slender fingers were blooming like flowers. She stretched out to Ning Changjiu's sword. A strange scene happened. Ning Changjiu's sword seemed to be controlled by her fingers, and began to retreat continuously.

"This is the law of the universe!" Sword Sutra exclaimed.

He did not retreat to retreat, but returned to two breaths as time went backwards.

But what he went back was only movement, not memory.

But Shao Xiaoli seemed to have not noticed the changes here at all.

As Ning Changjiu Jian retreated, his sword intent also disappeared. Back to the beginning, one went up and down, the murderous intent of Si Ming's narrow palm became more and more prosperous. With a sound, Ning Changjiu's body was beaten to fly out.

It was not until this moment that Shao Xiaoli finally realized.

From her perspective, everything that happened just happened was that the boss rushed over and was beaten away by the other party with a very quick palm before he drew his sword.

The time of the bystanders was also reversed, and as a result, there were memories that were reversed.

In their battle, only the two sides of the game can stay awake.

"Boss!" Shao Xiaoli exclaimed, quickly pulled the sword, rubbed his body, held Ning Changjiu's figure with his left hand, and poked out from his right hand holding the sword, pointing directly to Si Ming.

Si Ming looked at the little girl and smiled and said, "Put down the sword at this moment, kneel down as my teacher, so I can spare your life."

Shao Xiaoli didn't believe her words, and whispered in Ning Changjiu's ear: "Boss, go first."

Ning Changjiu was not seriously injured, but the other party's magical power made him feel scared.

Si Ming Ning stood up, his skirt was still about to fall, and he was flying against his tight thighs, as if he was about to be pulled away by the strong wind in the canyon at any time.

She had a smile on her face and pointed a finger at the void.

"Be careful!" Ning Changjiu shouted softly and pushed Shao Xiaoli away.

Buzz!

The air between the two seemed to be penetrated in an instant, the space cracked and then closed, and a white virtual sword seemed to break through the barrier of space and instantly rushed to the front of them.

Ning Changjiu pointed at a single stroke and also sacrificed a virtual sword.

On the snow cliff, the shaking snowflakes were shaking to ashes at the moment when the virtual swords intersected.

Ning Changjiu took a step back again, and he covered his chest, as if he was injured.

Si Ming Ying was walking, his gait was swaying.

"Look, I'm going to kill you at his doorstep, but what about that turtle shrank? I still don't dare to come out. If you have seen him, you should have seen that broken machine, right? It's ridiculous to say that, the extremely exquisite thing he spent a hundred years to build, has never been used for himself." Si Ming laughed sarcastically: "How can a coward who dares not even count his own life? How can a coward who can control his destiny?"

As he spoke, the explosion of wind and snow condensed in her palm and turned into a new sword.

The snow sword was handed out, like a boat of angry waves, smashing towards the direction where Ning Changjiu was.

The big boat almost filled the gaps in the canyon.

Ning Changjiu's broken sword also condensed again with spiritual power. He jumped and stepped onto the canyon sideways. With a few leaps, he had already arrived above the canyon. The big sword still walked straight and bumped into Shao Xiaoli.

Shao Xiaoli was shocked. At that moment, she forgot all the sword techniques in her mind, but she slashed a sword with her muscle memory for three months.

This is the sword she has practiced the most.

A white rainbow emerged from the gorge and hit the sword boat. The white rainbow was crushed by the sword boat. The sword boat also slowed down. Shao Xiaoli took advantage of this short gap and immediately fell to the ground. The big sword passed by her figure from above. The sword energy pierced people's back and felt a pain. The violent wind seemed to blow up the red skirt and spread it.

At this moment, Ning Changjiu had already jumped high and slashed at Si Ming with a sword.

Si Ming's movements were gentle and he recited a true secret.

Her voice was still so moving and nice, but the pressure contained in it was like a wave of air caused by an explosion. Ning Changjiu's long hair suddenly blew backwards, and her white clothes were also in an uproar.

"I still want to kill me? This young man is too jealous of the fragrance and beauty." Si Ming smiled, her body motionless, as if she was waiting to kill her, but after Ning approached for a long time, their figures suddenly staggered.

Ning had never seen such a fast body movement for a long time, as if he had been pulled away for some time, and Si Ming appeared directly behind him.

Si Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of his neck like a cat.

Scream!

Another sword pierced the night behind him.

Si Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't expect that this little girl who was so cowardly three months ago would dare to set off her swords one after another.

And her sword is not weak.

But her realm is not worthy of her swordsmanship.

Shao Xiaoli's sword stabbed Si Ming's vest, but failed to pierce the black robe and penetrated her back.

Shao Xiaoli felt a strange feeling, as if what she was stabbed was a solid piece of rock.

Si Ming's black dress was stirring, and silver lines trembled, shaking Ning Changjiu and Shao Xiaoli to both sides.

"You won't like this girl, right?" Si Ming said with a smile, turned around, looked at Shao Xiaoli, and said, "How dare you compete with me?"

Si Ming held the Void Sword and stabbed it.

This sword was extremely fast, even if Shao Xiaoli had the sword to block it, he would probably be seriously injured.

Ning had no time to stop him, so he flew directly to the other end of Xuexia and headed to the valley.

This act of besieging Wei to save Zhao forced Si Ming to withdraw his sword and pursue Ning Changjiu.

If he really lets him pass the Snow Gorge, it would be a bit troublesome.

In the narrow snow gorge, the figures of the two suddenly approached and separated, like an antelope and a snow leopard, with their agility and unique methods.

Then, Ning Changjiu's body retreated uncontrollably again.

Time flies back again.

However, Si Ming was not affected and continued to approach. As soon as he retreated and moved forward, Ning Changjiu finally opened his body and was approached again.

Even if the time goes back only two breaths, the results are often fatal.

Si Ming pulled out his skirt, wrapped it in his palm, and threw it towards Ning Changjiu's neck like a whip. Ning Changjiu's figure returned to two breaths before. He was very close to Si Ming. At that moment, he turned around quietly without hesitation, and blinked his fingers at where Si Ming was. The sword contained the aura of thunder and lighted up Si Ming's eyes. At the same time, his broken sword also turned around and stabbed, and his spiritual consciousness came like a lunar eclipse, leaving only a pitiful spot of light.

That is the light spot of Siming.

When the sword was stabbed, even Si Ming had a dangerous sign of death. She couldn't understand the sword because it had no murderous intent, and the wind was as calm as the young man's white clothes.

But her intuition made her retreat.

The sword walked along with the man, and the black cliffs on both sides kept retreating, but the distance between the sword remained unchanged, maintaining a clever balance [Biquge 520 www.biquge520.me].

Behind Si Ming, Shao Xiaoli, who fell to the ground, wiped the corner of his lips, rubbed the blood on the sword's edge, and dragged the sword to slash again.

In the blink of an eye, the battle situation reversed, and Si Ming was in a disadvantage.

She didn't care about the sword behind her.

She stared at Ning Changjiu's sword with her eyes tightly. As the sword approached, she stretched out her hand, as fast as lightning, and accurately pinched the tip of the sword condensed by the spiritual energy.

The murderous intent, which was originally condensed into a very thin tip of the sword, exploded after touching Si Ming's fingers. The murderous intent was like a spiral of black air, causing the air between the two to fluctuate and restless.

Si Ming Ruyu's fingers were finally cut, and bloodstained in the palm of his palm, covered in blood.

But the momentum of this sword finally ended.

At the same time, Shao Xiaoli's sword behind him also stabbed the vest, and Si Ming's clothes were pierced a little, and strands of flexible fabric were picked up by the sword, and a trace of blood was oozed out.

Siming has not shed blood for many years.
To be continued...