Xuanxia

Chapter 509: Hidden Wind and Thunder (Part )

Northern Desert, Sky Cliff.

The body of the violent and aggressive sword demon sank little by little until it reached the bottom of the cliff and was never seen again.

In the sky, Ning Baimei was breathing heavily, his long hair that was originally neatly tied was now disheveled, his plain and neat long gown was covered in blood, and even his right hand that was holding the sword was shaking a little.

But his eyes were still as bright as stars, with a smile on his lips.

"The sword demon was hit by the senior brother's nine swords, and finally it lost its ferocity and its breath became much weaker."

At the edge of the cliff, Dong Qianran whispered, "Now, even if it is me... as long as I hold the Xian Sword in my hand, I can fight it."

Ning Wushu said nothing, but looked up at his father's back in the sky, his eyes full of worry.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Ning Baimei turned around at this moment, cast a glance at her, and smiled softly, "Don't worry, everything is fine."

Ning Wushu frowned and said, "You can't even hold the sword tightly."

"Getting injured is inevitable." Ning Baimei smiled.

After saying that, he flashed and returned to the edge of the cliff.

With a clang, the sword returned to its sheath and was handed back to Dong Qianran.

"Big Brother..." Dong Qianran looked at the bloody handprints on the hilt and scabbard, and his tone became a little worried: "Your injury..."

"Don't worry, although the injury is more serious than before, there will be no problem for you to hold on until you return to Beijing." Ning Baimei smiled and said, "Of course, you have to..."

Halfway through his words, his breathing suddenly became rapid and his face turned pale.

But he just frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and made a sword-like finger, pressing a few acupoints on his body, and then he calmed down again.

"call……"

He exhaled lightly and said slowly: "This sword demon is also much more ferocious than in previous years... It's okay, when we return to the capital, the sheath of the King Sword will be able to absorb all the remaining sword energy in my body."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at his junior sister and daughter beside him: "How is it? This battle lasted for several days. Did you see the sword demon's moves clearly?"

Dong Qianran exhaled lightly and nodded, "The sword demon is a condensation of sword energy and sword intent. Every inch of sword intent is a sword move, ranging from simple and plain to exquisite and exquisite... I counted all the moves, a total of 3,986."

"Among them, 3,622 moves are all recorded in the Sword Academy. I know all of them."

"Of the remaining 364 moves, I don't recognize 217 of them, but I can recognize their origins. I can trace them back to their source with just a little effort."

"Except for the last 147 moves... I have never seen them, I have never recognized them, and I have never even understood them."

"So..." After listening to her words, Ning Baimei asked, "How much can you crack?"

"Well……"

Dong Qianran thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "If we fight with all our strength, some sword moves may not need to be cracked, or we can suppress it with force - if I fight alone, we should be evenly matched, or we can each have our own unique skills to fight for a chance; if there are others to help, and we go all out, we may be able to kill it..."

"Don't talk about killing him anymore."

Ning Baimei smiled and said, "The sword demon is originally a dead thing, it cannot be killed. You can only suppress it temporarily and repel it..."

Having said that, he turned his gaze to Ning Wushu.

Ning Wushu shook his head and said, "I don't understand swords."

"No problem." Ning Baimei asked, "Then do you understand the sword demon?"

"can't read."

Ning Wushu frowned slightly and said, "But the corpse at the core of the sword demon..."

Ning Baimei's eyes lit up: "How?"

"He doesn't seem to be truly dead." Ning Wushu pondered, "Although I can feel that all the sword energy and sword intent around the sword demon are coming from the long sword on the chest of the corpse, I always feel that the sword demon can be so powerful, and it is also related to the corpse."

Ning Baimei smiled and said, "I, your father, have long suspected this, but you can only wait for the truth to come out in the future." After that, he stopped smiling and said softly, "Remember, after you leave this place, don't talk about the sword monster casually; at the same time, don't fight the sword monster easily unless necessary... Only when it becomes restless can you suppress it actively."

"As for how to judge whether it is restless, I will explain it after returning to Beijing."

As he spoke, he coughed twice and said, "At this time... let's go back first."

After saying that, Ning Baimei took the lead and walked forward, leaving footprints on the sand under his feet. The shallow footprints were filled with blood and mixed with mud and sand, which made Dong Qianran and Ning Wushu look a little surprised.

But in the end, they still said nothing, followed Ning Baimei, and went back the way they came...

……

Drizzle Pavilion.

The man in the black hat walked slowly on the gloomy and dim trail, a pair of indifferent eyes hidden under the black hat.

From time to time, assassins rushing to new missions passed by him, but compared to before, there were far fewer assassins running around in the pavilion now.

The people in the black hat knew that this was because of Wu Yan.

There were too many people who went after Wu Yan... and too many assassins who died because of him.

Thinking of this, a hint of worry and sigh flashed across the black hat man's eyes, which had originally been emotionless.

Soon, he crossed the winding stream, walked across the wooden bridge, and passed through a series of stone doors, and finally arrived at the mysterious hall located in the deepest part of the ancient tomb.

But as soon as he stepped into the hall, a strong and violent aura hit him in the face!

The man in the black hat's pupils shrank, and he retreated like light smoke and flying catkins. His figure flickered like a feather, swaying in the fierce breath, and finally landed gently on the ground.

After he landed, he saw that the whole hall was in a mess!
The black curtain was torn into pieces, turning into black snow all over the sky; the stone walls were covered with deep sword marks, and countless broken stones were scattered in the corners.

In the middle of the hall, the Lord in a black robe was half-kneeling on the ground with his back to the man in the black hat, the contour of his back undulating deeply, as if he had just experienced a great battle.

"Your Majesty..."

The black hat man whispered, "Are you okay?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, the voice of the Lord slowly came: "What are you doing here? Is Wu Yan dead?"

The voice was not like a human voice at all. It seemed to come from another world, without a trace of human emotion. It was like the whisper of ancient gods or the light sound of jade stones colliding with each other. It was impossible to tell whether the voice was male or female, young or old.

The man in the black hat said calmly: "Wu Yan, met Fu Qingzhou again, and this time, he did not leave."

His Majesty’s back stiffened visibly.

After another silence, he slowly stood up.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the man in the black hat continued, "My lord means... Fu Qingzhou must die too."

"understood."

The Lord said in a humming voice: "Then do it."

"Wuli Village, it's already being done." The man in the black hat said calmly, "But, in Wuli Village, only Tong is still able to fight. If Tong also fails..."

"Then it's up to you."

Your Excellency interrupted him and said in a deep voice.

The man in the black hat said nothing more. He bowed his head towards His Excellency and slowly left the hall.

Soon, the hall fell into darkness and silence again, with only His Majesty standing there like a statue.

(End of this chapter)