Chapter 103 A Sword Through the Throat
As soon as his hand touched Nianzhi, severe pain spread from his hand to his whole body.
Song Ningshu tilted the sword in his hand and cut off one of the black-clothed man's hands.
The black-clad man's right hand was cut off at the wrist and fell to the ground, oozing black blood.
The blood quickly gathered into a pool.
A strong smell of blood filled the room.
A sharp pain of corrosion came from his wrist, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and groan in pain, "Ah——"
Song Ningshu took a step back slightly, and his thoughts were pointed directly at the chest of the man in black.
The man in black endured the severe pain, his eyes became fierce, and he urged the blood mist around him to surround Song Ningshu.
However, the blood mist encountered the green halo lingering around Song Ningshu, and fled in all directions as if it had seen its natural enemy.
Song Ningshu easily stabbed the man in black in the heart with the Nianzhi stab.
A "puff puff" sound started from the chest of the man in black.
The blood mist was corrupted by her wood spiritual power.
When he drew out Nianzhi, the sword was wrapped in green light and there was no blood.
The man in black was convulsing in pain and soon lost his voice.
Her wood spiritual power is the nemesis of all evil.
As I walked out of room nine, I heard the sound of fighting coming from room ten.
Song Ningshu walked towards Room 8 without stopping.
Song Ningshu was not worried about Qi Yangui, he was much more capable than her.
When he pushed open the door of Room 8, he found a young monk whose essence and blood had been sucked dry, his whole body shriveled up, and the wooden sign hanging in the air emitted a bright red light, which was extremely weird.
After throwing a bead to break the formation, Song Ningshu used his spiritual power to absorb the wooden sign and wrapped it with a layer of green.
Song Ningshu held the wooden sign in his hand and went to room number seven again.
Not surprisingly, the scene inside was exactly the same as in Room 8. The person died after his essence, blood and cultivation were sucked dry.
Song Ningshu met the fat shopkeeper in room number seven. Seeing Song Ningshu, he looked fierce and asked, "The girl is still alive?"
Song Ningshu didn't want to say much. Green spiritual energy surged around his body, and he decided to fight quickly and decisively.
A sword pierced the throat.
After dealing with the fat shopkeeper, Song Ningshu dealt with another man in black.
Song Ningshu collected the wooden signs for rooms one to nine and returned to find Qi Yangui.
The door of Room 10 was open, and Qi Yangui was fighting with a man in black wearing a black cloak.
The aura of the man in black was much stronger than the ones Song Ningshu killed. He was at least in the out-of-body realm, and the bloody aura he exuded was the strongest.
The eldest brother hasn't been able to solve the problem for so long, it must be because the man in black is stronger than him.
There were already two men in black lying in the room.
With a flash of cold light, the cloak of the man in black was lifted off by Qi Yangui's star, revealing the man in black's face.
The man looked to be in his twenties, with a handsome appearance. His face was pale, but his lips were as red as blood, and there was a hint of murderous intent surging between his brows.
Evil cultivator!
"No one has ever seen my true face. Now that you have seen it today, I can't let you go!" The man glanced at Song Ningshu coldly and urged the blood mist to attack the two of them.
"Junior sister, be careful! This person is at the peak of the Out-of-Body Realm. Don't let him get caught by the blood mist." Qi Yangui sent a message to Song Ningshu.
Song Ningshu's face was solemn, and the green around him became even greener.
When the blood mist encountered the green layer, it fled in all directions, trying to avoid it.
Seeing the blood mist dissipate, the evil cultivator stared at Song Ningshu with gloomy eyes, "Such a strong vitality! What treasure do you have hidden on you?!"
Song Ningshu didn't even respond. He was talking so much nonsense during a fight. Did he think his life was too long?
This is not a competition!
He raised his sword and walked forward, the blood mist dissipated, and Song Ningshu came behind the evil cultivator. A green light flashed, and a sword light went straight to the back of the evil cultivator's head.
The evil cultivator controlled the blood mist and knocked Song Ningshu away. Song Ningshu took several steps back and barely managed to stand, with a fishy and sweet taste rising in his throat.
Although vitality is the nemesis, the gap between the two realms is like an insurmountable chasm.
At the same time, Qi Yangui also held the General Star and faced the evil cultivator, and the sword light swept towards the evil cultivator with great force.
The evil cultivator fought against the two men and ended in a draw.
Evil cultivators have more methods than ordinary cultivators, and they are weird, tricky and vicious.
The two of them couldn't do anything to him for a while.
The three of them fought in a line, and Qi Yangui calmly analyzed the situation.
The evil spirits are afraid of life and...
Spiritual fire!
It wasn't that he didn't use the spiritual fire at the beginning, but his Shenshui Moyan swallowed up other spiritual fires last time and fell into a deep sleep.
While fighting the evil cultivator, Qi Yangui tried to wake up the sleeping Mo Yan.
A quarter of an hour later, black flames surged all over Qi Yangui's body.
It just so happened that Mo Yan was about to wake up, otherwise it wouldn't have happened so quickly.
With a thought, the black flame leaped out from Qi Yangui's hand and surrounded the evil cultivator.
The air heated up rapidly, and hot air floated.
Seeing this, Song Ningshu activated his ice spiritual power and jumped out of the battle.
"Spiritual fire!" The evil cultivator opened his eyes wide with fear in his eyes.
The blood mist had shrunk into a ball, trembling in a human-like manner.
Qi Yangui said nothing, his expression was indifferent, and he clenched his hands slightly.
The black flames quickly gathered towards the evil cultivator in the encirclement and completely penetrated the center of the evil cultivator's chest.
In less than half a breath, the black flame spread from the evil cultivator's chest to his entire body like a prairie fire, and before the evil cultivator could even let out a scream, he was reduced to ashes and his soul was destroyed.
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