Chapter 73 Chapter 73 "Meng Yaoguang!" Yao Ning's lips trembled...
The cold rain soaked my clothes, sticking heavily to my body, chilling me to the bone.
Yao Ning's cheeks were pale, with all the blood lost, making his eyebrows and eyes appear even clearer and darker.
It was dark inside the water curtain, and no sunlight could be seen. Her face was tense, and she listened alertly to other movements amid the rumbling sound of the water.
A strong wind came from behind her, and when her hair was lifted up, Yao Ning subconsciously moved to the side, but her every move was seen by the enemy. When she barely avoided it, the second attack soon followed. Yao Ning had no way to avoid it, and she groaned and swallowed the blood in her throat.
The offensive was launched from all directions, but seemed to follow a certain pattern.
The occasional light illuminated her stern face and dark eyes. There was no fear or panic in her eyes, only a chilling calmness.
It seemed as if she felt that it would be okay to die here.
After a fierce battle, Yao Ning was injured and there was a large amount of blood on the side of his neck.
But her enemies were worse.
Yao Ning was weakened by them, so she became ruthless and merciless in her attacks. Anyone who was restrained by her without paying attention would either have their limbs broken or have a bloody hole pierced through their body from a tricky angle.
Her aura silently changed. She was no longer the elegant fairy from a large sect, but more like a cruel and vicious desperado.
This reckless spirit quickly shocked everyone, and the attacks became less intense.
In less than a quarter of an hour of fighting, Yao Ning also figured out the opponent's vague rules.
These people seemed to not want to, or could not, hurt her. Although her body looked scary at first glance, it was actually just flesh wounds. Compared to the fate of the enemy, those wounds were nothing more than a minor nuisance.
Yao Ning knew that he was in an unfavorable situation now, and it would only get worse as time went on.
But in this seemingly hopeless situation, this newly discovered rule, before it is changed, seems to be her chance to turn the tables.
Yao Ning calmly considered the possibility of escape.
She needs to take risks and reveal a little flaw. When someone attacks this flaw, she has to pretend that she cannot react in time and has to surrender.
If her observation was correct, the rules of the siege were true, and these people would not kill her, then that would be her chance to break out.
Yao Ning turned the plan over in his mind for a few times, and when he saw an opportunity, he grabbed a hand that was passing through the water curtain.
The owner of the hand froze for a moment, then immediately began to fight back. The light of the magic weapon lit up in the dimness, and the moment it hit Yao Ning, she stood there straight, neither dodging nor avoiding.
The opponent seemed not to have anticipated this development, and at the critical moment, he withdrew his offensive despite the risk of internal injuries.
Now is the time!
Yao Ning's eyes were bright, and he was trying to break through the water curtain in the direction of this person.
The scene in front of her eyes suddenly became shaky and slow. It turned out that all the water curtains were suddenly retracted and turned into a calm water wall in her way forward.
When Yao Ning crashed into it, she felt like she was turned upside down and sinking into a bottomless river. The rushing water swept her dozens of feet away in an instant, and the tangled water plants wrapped around her ankles.
A feeling of suffocation came over Yao Ning, his eyes became blurred, his hair floated and swayed, like the corpse of a drowned woman.
A hand with bulging veins stretched out from the water wall, and then the body struggled out. Yao Ning was like a dying fish, and the water wall spit her out.
“Cough cough cough…”
Yao Ning stood up shakily, his long hair tangled into clumps, and dripping water dripping from his face and body.
Her face turned even paler, and her whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
cold.
Very cold water.
She subconsciously touched her stomach and used her spiritual power to dispel the cold.
Meng Yaoguang frowned not far away.
Yao Ning held the sword and looked at her with pursed lips.
Meng Yaoguang turned his head and gave a few instructions, and then a new round of offensive began. Just like the previous time, these people cooperated skillfully and weakened Yao Ning to the greatest extent.
But they no longer show mercy.
Yao Ning suffered more and more injuries, and some of the injuries caused by spiritual power and magic weapons almost made her unable to stand steadily.
Weaken, dragged to death.
That's probably their tactic.
Yao Ning was like an enraged lioness, and her attacks became more and more ruthless.
"Meng Yaoguang!" Yao Ning shouted loudly.
Meng Yaoguang's eyebrows twitched not far away.
Yao Ning kicked away the monk who rushed over, raised his sword to block a wave of attacks, and said breathlessly: "What are you trying to hide?"
Being given the title of Princess of the Human World and endowed with the luck of the Human Emperor, was it to temporarily conceal the chaotic energy in her body so that she could strike when the opportunity arose?
"Meng Yaoguang!" Yao Ning's lips trembled as he asked with difficulty, "What kind of monster am I?"
In the bloody slaughterhouse, Yao Ning's eyes turned red as he asked Meng Yaoguang loudly, "You know that, right?"
She seemed to be questioning, but also to begging.
Please, even if it's just a false relationship between us, tell me the truth now that I'm at the end of my rope.
Meng Yaoguang looked at Yao Ning quietly without saying a word.
After a brief exchange of blows, the besieging cultivators discovered Yao Ning's weakness, which he tried hard to hide but was easily exposed.
She seemed afraid of hurting her stomach.
Even if half of my head is cut off, I must protect that place.
Her concealment was so poor that more and more people soon discovered it, and their fierce attacks were concentrated on the weakness that Yao Ning cared about most.
Yao Ning dodged a magic weapon and a sword coming towards him, and suddenly the sound of rushing water came from behind him.
A winding column of water was as swift as a snake, opening its bloody mouth, trying to swallow Yao Ning into its stomach.
Even though he couldn't see the scene behind him, the increasingly approaching damp and cold feeling still made Yao Ning's hair stand on end.
The suffocation and coldness that had sunk to the bottom of the water not long ago, and the fear and despair of impending death once again loomed over him.
After a moment, Yao Ning was completely frozen, unable to move his whole body.
Then soon, her consciousness became heavy again, as if covered by a damp curtain that could not dry.
The violent and bloodthirsty desire that had plagued her several times was rising in her heart.
Kill everyone within sight.
[If I were to die——]
Yao Ning turned his wrist, and his five fingers placed on the hilt of the Fuguang sword one after another, thinking in his heart.
[And don't die in the cold.]
The water column slammed towards Yao Ning, and the cold water droplets splashed everywhere first. Amid the noise, time became very slow, and Yao Ning could hear his own hot breathing.
Then, the breathing sound suddenly became clear.
She was stunned for a moment before realizing that the world was silent for a moment.
Yao Ning subconsciously turned his head, and the water column twisted and fluctuated, freezing rapidly from the end forward, and completely froze at the last moment when it touched Yao Ning's eyes.
Chu Liangxiu fell from the sky.
She glanced at Yao Ning, turned her wrist, grasped the ice-edged heavy sword with both hands, and chopped it down with her backhand. A miserable and painful wail suddenly burst out.
Then the ice pillar disintegrated, and a cultivator fell at the foot of Chu Liang's sleeve. His body was broken into two pieces at the waist, his intestines and internal organs were scattered all over the ground with blood, and he soon died.
"You, you are... murderer, murderer!" Someone stepped back in fear, pointing at Chu Liangxiu with trembling fingers.
Chu Liangxiu looked up at the man. She had always been aloof and taciturn, but this time she unexpectedly spoke.
"I'm Chu Liangxiu, the eldest disciple of the Xuanqing Sect." Her voice was dull, and she spoke word by word to complete the man's unspoken words. Her cold eyes swept over everyone present, "I'm going to kill you."
As soon as the words fell, the rain in the sky turned into heavy snow in the blink of an eye, fluttering down, covering the treetops in an instant, and landing on everyone's heads and shoulders.
But he carefully avoided Yao Ning.
At the same time, a dazzling purple flash passed through the crowd, screams rang out one after another, and all the weapons and magic tools fell to the ground.
A ray of sunlight streamed down from above his head, and the vines retreated back into their nests as if they were living creatures in pain. Through the dark clouds, the not-so-bright sunlight fell on Yao Ning.
The Fuguang Sword sensed the sunlight and hummed excitedly. A familiar face suddenly appeared on the bright sword.
A large group of people rushed in and split into two sides. One side surrounded Yao Ning and the other two in the middle, while the other side merged into Meng Yaoguang's team.
A clear-cut confrontation.
The slight trembling on Yao Ning's body had stopped, but she was still wet, her face was pale and bloodstained, and the ferocious look of a wild beast had not yet faded.
She looked at Chu Liangxiu and Shen Qian standing side by side, their equally clean clothes, their equally calm and composed demeanor, and wondered why she had never seen it clearly before.
They even coordinated their battles perfectly.
Why did she feel that by stealing Chu Liangxiu's marriage lantern, she could steal the fate that originally belonged to the eldest senior sister?
The evil purple takes away the red.
Stealing jade and hooks.
In Shen Qian's marriage, she was a fake of Chu Liangxiu.
Why she never realized it clearly.
Who deceived her?
Is he the person behind the scenes who plays everyone in his hands?
Or herself.
Shen Qian took a step forward and raised his hand to touch Yao Ning's cheek.
Yao Ning turned his face away.
Chen Qian's gaze fell on her temples. Her blood-soaked hair was stuck to her face. There was a wound on her jaw so deep that the bone was visible. The exposed flesh was soaked white by the rain.
My eyes moved down, and I saw a large bloodstain on the side of the neck and a dark spot on the coarse cloth.
Blood dripped from the corner of her clothes. Her hand holding the sword turned white from the force it exerted, and it was still shaking.
Chen Qian slowly withdrew his hand, his jaw tightened into a line, and it took him several attempts before he could successfully make a sound.
"It's okay."
Yao Ning trembled.
"It's okay," he repeated softly, like a lion carefully soothing an angry lioness.
Then his voice became a little tougher: "Aning, come here."
Yao Ning's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously wanted to do as he was ordered, but then he suddenly came to his senses.
She turned her head and glanced at Chen Qian.
This man who made her infatuated, who had expressed all his tenderness and love to her, and had shown both compromise and strength in front of her, could actually make such a sincere and precious promise to another person.
So, why not marry your senior sister?
Why not keep your promise?
Chen Qian, are you a playboy or a heartless person?
Yao Ning took a step back, avoiding Shen Qian's outstretched hand.
"Do you really want to protect the Lord of Destruction and help him to do evil?!" someone shouted, breaking the silence.
Shen Qian withdrew his hand and turned to look at the person who spoke.
His eyes were filled with anger.
The man swallowed his saliva and lowered his voice, but still said bravely: "Even if you are Zixiao Daojun, you can't..."
Before he could finish his words, a loud "pop" was heard in the air. Before anyone could react, Ting Ni was in front of the man in the blink of an eye. He swung his sword, which was wrapped in lightning, hard in the man's face.
The aroma of burnt meat wafted in the air, accompanied by muffled groans of fear. Both parties watched this chilling scene in silence, and no one uttered a word.
"Who is it that keeps repeating—" Chen Qian's brows darkened as he swept his gaze across the crowd opposite him. His voice was faint and faint, yet it was like thunder falling on his ears. "She's saying she's the Lord of Destruction?"
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