[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Number Seven Under Heaven was always gloomy and cruel. There were only two people who could scare him, one was Yuan Shisanxian and the other was Xiao Longnu.

These two kinds of fear are completely different. Yuan Shisanxian is his mentor and his biggest supporter for a long time. No. 7 Under Heaven respects his master very much, naturally. Respect is one thing, but he is also very good at taking his own martial arts to exchange for martial arts from other sects, which is a kind of betrayal to his teacher and ancestors. It's just that Yuan Shisanxian didn't know this, otherwise Old Yuan would have to clean up the family no matter what and slap the villain to death with a slap.

The fear of Number Seven Under Heaven towards his master is based on life and death, but it is different for Xiao Long Nu, because Xiao Long Nu will not kill him. On the contrary, when he is in danger, Xiao Long Nu will definitely be the first person to rush to save him. But this does not mean that Xiao Long Nu will give him a good face. She is really a threat when she has the skills. She will not let go of any malicious intentions and will kneel on the ground and howl for an hour and a half at any time. Therefore, Number Seven Under Heaven is not only afraid of her, but also hates her.

God have pity on him, he is such a lustful man, and Xiaolongnu is so beautiful, but he actually hates her. It shows how much psychological trauma "Let the World Be Filled with Love" has left on him!

The Seventh One in the World was afraid of her even when she was alive, let alone now that she has become a ghost.

This fairy-like girl was completely pale, with black reticular lines all over her skin, and her eyeballs were gray and bulging.

Those ten fingers were extremely sharp, and the nails were completely black. They tapped Wen Xue'an's shoulders coldly, bringing up a frost.

"You're trying to do something bad again, little Snowball."

The voice had a different tone and was cold, as if a loudspeaker with reverberation was turned on, echoing eerily in the castle.

Number Seven Under Heaven was almost frightened to death. His knees went weak and he was about to kneel down. But the moment he knelt down, he pulled out a flute from his trouser pocket.

It is Piccolo, and also the Nineteen Divine Needles of the Nine Heavens and Nine Earths!

Wen Zhang cannot be considered a qualified father. He has a large family and a great fortune, but he only gave Wen Xue'an two things, one is his life, and the other is this magic needle.

These two things are almost equal in value.

The needles shot out like a rainstorm, and at the same time, the dazzling light seemed as if a thousand suns lit up at the same time, and the brilliant light made the entire castle distorted for a moment.

Hu Fei and Jing Wuming were upstairs. Both of them were blinded by the light and could not see what was happening downstairs. They only heard the sound of the air being broken and the wind rustling, followed by a terrible rumbling.

The light faded and the downstairs was empty.

Ghosts, people, corpses, sofas, coffee tables and chairs were all gone, leaving only a deep pit several feet wide on the ground, and the floor tiles around the pit were cracked like a spider web.

No one could imagine that a sinister and dirty person like Number Seven Under Heaven could actually perform such brilliant and splendid moves!

Hu Fei was filled with envy and couldn't help muttering, "There are such brilliant moves in the world, what a pity..." Before he finished speaking, he turned around and saw the Seventh in the World kneeling beside him, his hands on the armrests, gasping for breath, his eyes, which were mostly white and less black, rolled up and said unhappily, "What a pity? It's a pity that I used this move?"

Hu Fei laughed, pulled his arm and helped him up: "I'm just envious!"

Number Seven Under Heaven pushed him with disdain and said in a grim tone: "If I die, my teammates will be buried with me! And the same goes for you two!"

Hu Fei said: "I know this without you saying it."

"You better really know!"

There was another loud bang, and the same dazzling light exploded behind them. A scorching air wave surged, and the three people reacted quickly and flipped to the next level. Even so, the three of them were still burned, and their backs were burning with pain.

Jing Wuming already had the sword in his hand, and the sword energy cut through the burning waves. He looked upstairs intently: "This is your move."

Number Seven Under Heaven was also a little confused, but he quickly reacted and hissed, "It's Lu Xiaofeng!"

Lu Xiaofeng has a skill with a proficiency of 5%! No matter what moves, he can understand the essence of the mind method by himself after seeing it once. Especially since he has been with the Seventh Under Heaven for so long, it is too easy for him to imitate "A Thousand Suns in Hands".

The seventh in the world was so angry that his nose became crooked!
Anyone would be angry if their hard-working skills were easily learned, and Number Seven in the World was definitely not a generous person.

The marble under his feet cracked into pieces, and in an instant he soared into the sky, like a giant bird soaring into the sky, meeting the brilliant light.

Although he is cruel and aggressive, he will never take action unless he is sure of success. The fact that he is now rushing to the front can only mean one thing.

He was confident that he could deal with Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng no longer looked like Lu Xiaofeng at all. There was no head on his neck, and his head was held in his own hands. His entire body was pitch black, with clumps of black smoke coming out of it.

"Little Snowball." The head opened its blood-red eyes and actually spoke: "Go to hell..."

Number Seven Under Heaven responded with his sword, and the sharp sword energy, carrying a thunderous momentum, attacked Lu Xiaofeng.

The sword was invisible and the pressure was like the sea, which naturally restrained Lingxi's finger. Lu Xiaofeng just smiled coldly, with black air surging around him, completely wrapping up the Seventh in the World.

Light and darkness are interdependent and inseparable.

"After turning into a ghost, it seems to be much stronger than before. Who do you think will win?" Hu Fei asked Jing Wuming. Jing Wuming's eyes were fixed on a point in the darkness, and he said with a sigh: "Instead of caring about him, you might as well worry about yourself!" Darkness.

The suffocating darkness surged like a tide, swallowing people up in an instant.

Jing Wuming took a step forward, walked towards the darkness, and fell into the darkness. He could see nothing and hear nothing. Hu Fei disappeared, and the surroundings around him became empty.

He held the sword against his chest and walked forward step by step.

The darkness seemed endless, he kept walking, suddenly, a red light flashed before his eyes, and a woman's shrill laughter was like a drill drilling into his brain!
“Hahahahahahahahaha…Aren’t you a doctor? I am your patient, and only you can cure my illness, hahahahahaha…”

Long scarlet nails attacked from the darkness! A pair of pale hands almost grabbed his throat. He stabbed with a sword, and the hands turned into ashes.

Then, countless hands emerged from the darkness, and blood gradually began to appear on their long nails.

In the void, a pair of eyes suddenly opened and stared at him!
Jing Wuming saw this kind of trick almost every three days. It was impossible for him to be scared, it was just very strange.

Could it be that this ghost just needed to trap him here?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Jing Wuming immediately felt a sharp pain in his heart. The pain was so severe that his sword-holding hand touched his heart. His pupils suddenly dilated and he showed an extremely surprised look.

My chest is empty...

The heart that had been silent for many years and could hardly be felt beating was completely empty.

Then he saw a beautiful woman with long gorgeous hair, wearing a red dress, walking slowly towards him from the darkness with a beating heart in her hand.

Jing Wuming recognized this woman and had no idea what she had been through. She actually asked him twice to turn her into a man. It was really ridiculous.

What was even more ridiculous was that the woman actually smiled at him, then put the heart to her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked it gently.

Jing Wuming immediately bent over in pain, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"It seems... you don't remember me anymore." The ghost girl sighed softly and said, "At that time, I offered my true heart to you, but you broke it. I was just like you at that time, and I was almost dead from the pain."

"But you don't remember me at all, hahahaha, you don't remember me, for a man..."

The sound became more and more shrill, and Jing Wuming not only felt pain in his heart, but also his head began to hurt.

He really didn't remember her, but Jing Wuming swears on all conscience that in his life, no woman had ever entrusted her heart to him... and no man either!

Is this ghost crazy?!
The ghost came closer and closer, and his cold hands fell on his face, stroking the scars on his face, and complained: "I said at that time that I would make you regret it! I must dig your heart out! I want you to suffer as much as I do!"

Jing Wuming stabbed the sword with his backhand, and the figure disappeared. He gasped, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said coldly: "You have found the wrong person, I..." He stopped talking halfway because he suddenly remembered who this woman was!

Her appearance made his scalp tingle, his ears feel hot, and his pupils tremble!
She is Nana!

This morning he had seen this woman born! In the evening he had written her name!
She is a character in that storybook! She is a character created by Li Mochou!
The name of the story is "Thorns", a joint work of the three talented writers, and it describes the grievances and entanglements between him and Shangguan Jinhong. Eighty percent of the story is fictional, and there are not many true parts, such as the first meeting on a snowy night, and the ten years of brutal training and torture, which are all true. As for the false parts, there are too many, such as the night of eighteen, forced love after drinking and so on... Well, Jing Wuming of course automatically skipped these ridiculous plots, he mainly wanted to see Shangguan Jinhong's feelings for him.

That kind of pure emotion that has nothing to do with love, it's the emotion of treating someone not as a knife, but as a person.

The story is fictional, even absurd, but the love and hate in it are so real that Jing Wuming can't stop.

When you are alive, you always have to have something to think about.

The story has reached the middle part, which says that he met a woman who truly loved him and even moved him. They set up a small home outside and stole some sweet time during the cruel years. The woman even became pregnant with his child. However, he killed the woman without hesitation just because of a word from Shangguan Jinhong.

This plot was extremely vicious. Jing Wuming had read it and copied it before, but it did not enter his mind. His focus was on the next line after he killed the woman:
"Shangguan Jinhong issued such an overbearing and inhumane order simply because he was jealous.

His people will always be his!"

Li Mochou must have been quite excited when she wrote this paragraph. Jing Wuming was willing to believe that she must have accidentally used her skills in excitement and accidentally made at least thirty people firmly believe that this was true.

Jing Wuming was of course willing to believe it, but this did not conflict with his strong desire to kill Li Mochou... Wait, now that Nana is alive, should the overwhelming and densely packed plot also...

Jing Wuming didn't even dare to think about it! All the blood in his body rushed into his brain, and he felt dizzy and tinnitus, and he couldn't even feel the pain of his heart being squeezed.

Now he just wanted to borrow Wen Xue'an's mouth to curse people!
The heart was beating at the fingertips of the evil spirit, and the fingertips were tightening. Cold sweat ran down Jing Wuming's temples. He immediately opened the live broadcast room and turned on the wonderful writing skill. The shapeshifting skill was activated immediately!
(End of this chapter)