Chapter 92 is here, the inner demon reappears
“There is a delay.”
She captured the extremely subtle, almost negligible lag.
Approximately, three breaths after midnight.
Although it was brief, it was a fatal flaw for the top cultivators, let alone in front of Nan Ningxia, who had an excellent understanding of the sword art.
Nan Ningxia's mouth curled up in an understanding arc.
She turned her wrist, and the most basic inner sword technique of Qingling Sect, "Thirteen Styles of Flowing Cloud", quietly changed in her hands.
It is no longer the original continuous and flowing sword path.
Her sword moves became simple and sharp, full of breaks and turns.
The first move: Clear the clouds and see the sun.
The tip of the sword lightly tapped, clearing the void in front, and the figure in the mirror was about to be copied.
Second move: Cutting off the flow.
Nan Ningxia turned his wrist sharply, and the sword tip cut at a tricky angle, just in time to hit the gap where the figure in the mirror was about to attack.
Snap!
With a slight cracking sound, the sword moves of the figure in the mirror were interrupted, and the figure swayed slightly.
It works, very good.
Nan Ningxia's eyes lit up and his sword kept moving.
The third style of broken mirror.
The fourth style of broken mirror.
…
Her figure danced gracefully, and each of her swords made precise use of the three-breath delay to strike later but arrive first, attacking the flaws in the phantom in the mirror.
For a moment, all one could see was sword light circling around Nan Ningxia, as if dancing on a broken mirror.
However, within a few breaths, the mirror image in front of her seemed to be unable to bear the weight, and it cracked piece by piece, turning into points of light and dissipating.
"This is the 'Nine Styles of Broken Mirror' that I suddenly came up with. It can break this trap." Nan Ningxia put away his sword and stood, breathing steadily.
"As long as we seize that moment of delay, the mirror will not only not be an obstacle, but can predict their attacks and become our help."
Li Xiaoran's eyes flashed with praise: "Master sister is really amazing."
Liu Fufeng was also amazed: "It's a pity that Uncle Ningxia doesn't go into business with such a smart mind. He has such a quick reaction." Liu Fufeng always manages to grasp points that others can't think of.
At this moment, Xiaobai, who had been standing quietly by the side, tilted his little head and looked at the broken and reassembled mirrors.
There was a different kind of light flowing in her purple eyes than that of ordinary people.
In her vision, these mirrors were not real entities.
Instead, they are flowing lines of water light laws interwoven by illusions and formations.
Every attack and reflection is the oscillation and feedback of these lines.
Lin Xiaohu's reckless attack was like a stone thrown into the water, causing violent ripples and backlash.
Senior Sister Nan Ningxia's Nine Broken Mirror Styles cleverly followed the gaps in the water flow, avoided the greatest resistance, and defeated it.
Then...what if, instead of defeating, it was guiding?
A wonderful idea flashed through Xiaobai's little head.
She stretched out her chubby little hand, with a hint of ethereal air lingering around her fingertips.
It was not the spiritual power of the Qingling Sect, nor was it any kind of power she had ever come into contact with.
It was a natural affinity and understanding of "water" and "moon" that came from the depths of her soul.
"Shuiyue Sword Intent, the young master's Shuiyue Sword Intent, belongs to you, don't resist." The words of the Heavenly Book rang out at the right time.
This sword intent was not a physical attack, but was like moonlight pouring into the water, silently blending into the lines of law.
Another buzz, buzz...
Soft ripples suddenly appeared on the surrounding mirrors.
No longer an aggressive reflex.
Xiaobai tapped lightly with his fingertips.
The sword light reflected in the mirror on her left did not attack her, but instead refracted towards the mirror on the right.
The sword light from the mirror on the right side continued and refracted forward.
For a while, Xiaobai was the center of attention.
Countless sword lights constantly refracted, intertwined, and overlapped between the layers of mirrors.
These sword lights do not hurt people, but form a strange field that is constantly flowing but extremely safe inside.
It was like a flowing formation constructed by countless moonlight and sword shadows!
"Wow, mirrors are so fun!" Xiaobai clapped his hands happily, his purple eyes sparkling.
"Senior sisters and brothers, this way! This way you won't get hit!"
She pointed with her little hand at the safe passage that was extended forward by the refracted sword light.
Li Xiaoran, Nan Ningxia, Liu Fufeng, and even Lin Xiaohu, who had just recovered from his shock, all stared at the scene in amazement.
They are still thinking about how to break the trap.
Junior uncle (junior sister) was so good that he turned the trap into his own sword formation?
Li Xiaoran suddenly thought that his junior sister was indeed an excellent person. She had been relying on herself for so long and did not rely blindly on the heavenly book.
"Let's go." Nan Ningxia was the first to react and made an immediate decision.
Several people immediately followed Xiaobai and stepped into the safe passage guided by the Water Moon Sword Intention and refracted by the mirror light.
The scene around them continued to change, but no more attacks fell on them.
The mirror reflection trap in the first level was easily resolved by Xiaobai in an unexpected way, and he opened up a way forward.
Suddenly, the news that Qingling Sect was the first to break through the mirror reflection trap appeared on the water curtain.
All the monks outside were in an uproar.
No matter what, it couldn't possibly be the Qingling Sect. In an instant, several sects requested that the footage of the Qingling Sect's subsequent challenges be displayed on the water curtain.
They all felt like they were cheating.
Fan Wuzhi ignored and did not respond to the looks from other sect leaders.
Passing through the colorful mirror-light passage that Xiaobai had accidentally created, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed.
It is no longer a dazzling mirror, but a deep, twisting corridor.
The walls of the corridor seem real and unreal, with a faint mist lingering, as if countless forgotten fragments of time are flowing.
[Memory Corridor: The Demonic Man Appears]
A few cold words silently appeared in everyone's mind.
"Everyone be careful, this might bring up the things in your heart that you don't want to face the most." Li Xiaoran reminded in a deep voice with a serious expression.
Nan Ningxia nodded slightly and volunteered to walk in front.
She has a tough personality and believes she is determined, and is willing to pave the way for her fellow junior fellow students.
Take a step forward.
The fog around suddenly surged.
The scene before my eyes changed instantly.
It is no longer a deep corridor, but a familiar maple forest.
The red leaves are like fire, falling in the wind, as beautiful as a painting.
A handsome young man dressed in the uniform of an inner disciple of the Giant Spirit Sect was looking at her with a smile.
In his hand, he held a warm and translucent jade pendant.
"Junior sister Ningxia, this is a family heirloom jade. I give it to you. I hope you will accept my kindness." Wei Gang's voice was so gentle that water could drip out.
Nan Ningxia's breathing suddenly stagnated.
My heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
Yes, it's here, it's this person.
She once gave everyone her trust, but what she got in return was deception and betrayal.
The images flashed rapidly.
Time and again, she used coercion and inducement to send to him the spirit stones she had accumulated with great difficulty, the magic weapons bestowed by her elders, and the good things in the hands of the sect's disciples.
Just to get a gentle smile from him and a false promise.
At the last appointment, she was unable to show up because she was left behind by the elder to receive sword instruction.
When she hurried over, only a mess of maple leaves was left.
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