Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

The middle-aged man died.

The scattered blood gave the forest a fishy smell that was different from the earth.

Nan Xiao walked out of the dense forest with heavy steps and looked at the corpse without saying a word.

There is no flying intention in his eyebrows.

If the middle-aged man hadn't restrained his aura as he approached, she might have been the one who died at this time.

Ding Fengbo gave Nan Xiao a vision beyond ordinary people, so she was able to stay one step ahead of the middle-aged man and plan ahead.

The scenery of lakes and mountains in Guyu belongs to water, and Nan Xiao has given it the function of a phantom god.

The mountain forest is already dense, and Nanxiao folds it with the scenery of lakes and mountains, making the middle-aged man mistakenly think that he is only a hundred meters away from the figure on the rock.

In fact, he was less than three steps away from Nan Xiao who was using the Breath Condensation Technique.

Because all this happened extremely quickly, even though Nan Xiao's eyesight was better than that of a middle-aged man, his speed was not necessarily faster.

Nan Xiao originally wanted to attack directly, but he was worried that the middle-aged man would notice him when he took out the Sikong sword, so he used the last secret method of pressing the bottom of the box.

In Qingya Blessed Land, in addition to practicing the remaining chapter of "Tao Jing Lun Hai Scroll", Nan Xiao also learned the seven mysterious methods.

"The Technique of Concentrating Breathing" and "The Secret of Qingling" were obtained from the old man Chen Zhuo.

"Fire Fist", "Gu Yu", and "Xiao Qianye" were taught by senior sister Lin Lingling.

In the inheritance hall open to all cultivators in Qingya Blessed Land, Nan Xiao chose two more doors.

"Jin Ge" focuses on killing. The sharp slash recorded in it can be called a life-burning method, and can briefly burst out with three times the power of one's own body.

It was later improved by Nan Xiao, erasing some of the side effects and retaining some of the growth.

It was precisely because of Jin Ge's sharp swordsmanship that Nan Xiao was able to defeat Cao Changxue, who practiced the ancient methods of Luoshu, in the sect competition in Qingya Blessed Land.

Now, in the mountains and forests, Nan Xiao had no choice but to use this method again in order to save his life.

Not only that, Nan Xiao also applied the double amplification of Jin Ge Ruiming Slash to her last mysterious method of entering the palace.

Xuanfa's name is very common, it's called transportation.

It is said that once you have mastered moving skills, you can move mountains.

In the vast Zhongzhou, there are countless unique skills, among which Baoshan Seal was once prominent.

Nanxiao, who has learned a lot from Wuche, naturally understands the potential of transportation, so he made a choice in the inheritance hall of Qingya Blessed Land.

Now that I think about it, the word "transportation" covers a wide range of things.

It can move both objects and people.

However, the disadvantage of this method is obvious, it is not fast.

But for Nan Xiao, who has Jin Ge Ruiming's double increase, it is naturally not a shortcoming.

Even specially built for Nan Xiao.

Within five steps, Nan Xiao can control the position of two tangible things.

People are both things and have bodies.

That's why Nan Xiao let the middle-aged man die under his own spear.

The forest was silent, and the rocks were cracking rapidly.

The dark spear that killed the Lord reappeared, lying on the debris.

The corpses overlapped with fleshy foam, and blood stained the ground.

Nan Xiao's eyes moved slightly. Having just escaped from death, she felt a strong soreness surging crazily in her stomach.

Although there was no blood on his hands, this was indeed Nan Xiao's first murder.

It looks like a middle-aged man committed suicide, but it is not the case.

The truth is witnessed by all the mountains and forests.

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On the other side, Qingya Paradise, thousands of miles away, is still in its prime.

The sun has almost set in the west mountain, and the crescent moon has risen in the east.

At this time, it has been a full day since the third round of the Qingya Paradise Martial Arts Competition started.

During the day, except for Bao Fei, the cripple who was eliminated first, the remaining 99 cultivators had brief battles.

Today, there are only 75 people left in the ring.

There are many reasons why only more than 20 cultivators were eliminated in the whole day.

On the one hand, the cultivators who can advance to the third round are at least in the Shenqiao realm.

People who can practice like this in Qingya Blessed Land each have their own special skills and life-saving means.

On the one hand, they all stick to each other and stay in groups, making it difficult for others to take advantage of them.

Once a fight breaks out, you have to not only fight, but also separate part of your mind to guard against the attacks of other teams.

In the ring, it is not uncommon for the snipe and the clam to fight, and the fisherman to gain.

Therefore, the more than [-] people who were eliminated were either members of a weak team, or cultivators who were excluded or unwilling to take the initiative to form a team.

The bloodstains on the ring were drowned by the long clouds of dust that covered the sky. Under the light of a crescent moon, they looked even more white as snow.

Among the previous sect competitions in Qingya Paradise, the third round was often the longest one.

It will take at least three days to compete for the final top fifty.

Because this is not only a contest of personal will, but also a test for the cultivator to assess the situation and use several divine powers to the maximum extent.

This is the link that best reflects whether a practitioner has the potential to cultivate.

Therefore, all cultivators who have entered the third round are working hard to stand out.

But if you want to stay, you must not be reckless.

At the moment when the sun set, most of the 75 cultivators on the stage took the initiative to stop fighting.

There was some tense momentum, but it calmed down again.

On the stage, the cultivators seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, or they were just trying to hide their lies.On the surface, they sit cross-legged and adjust their breath, but in fact they are tense.

Even if they are allies, they will probably be on guard against each other, fearing that others will take advantage of their laxity to launch a sneak attack.

I don't know how long it took.

The quiet and eerie atmosphere changed with the arrival of a person.

The person who came was a young man, but he looked very haggard, with dim eyes and a dark face.

There were still a few weeds hanging wetly on his hair.

The young man's whole body could be said to be dusty, and even his expensive purple clothes were wrinkled at this time.

Poor God!

The boy in purple finally flew back to the blessed land of Qingya!
If a middle-aged man knew this, he would probably cry.

Strange to say, the boy in purple was obviously very close to the Qingya Blessed Land. Even if he was half-hearted on the way and stopped from time to time to enjoy flowers and fight cocks, he shouldn't be so slow.

But considering that the young man had only advanced from the Sea of ​​Bitter Realm to the Life Spring Realm not long ago, the small amount of divine power he had worked so hard to extract was definitely not enough to support his long-term flight.

In fact, the young man in purple almost drained the life spring from the sea of ​​suffering before he could come back smoothly.

"Master Uncle! Master Uncle!"

When the boy in purple saw everyone there, his eyes finally lit up.

He shouted loudly, which actually woke up countless people who had lost their energy because they had not been able to watch the battle for a long time, and were now staring in confusion and drowsiness.

"What's your name? You didn't see so many people sleeping, did you? If you dare to speak again, I will sew your mouth shut."

There was a big, fierce-looking man who threatened the boy viciously.

"Oh."

The boy in purple clothes was so scared that he shivered, and his eyes, which were finally a little brighter, were suddenly filled with autumn water.

Then the young man replied with a shaky "Oh", found an open space, sat down directly, and then hugged his head and shrank into a small ball.

The whole process went smoothly, and you could tell at a glance that young people often do this.

Seeing that the young man in purple was so cowardly, the big man snorted in mockery, but did not continue his attack.

After a while, the boy in purple raised his head slightly and peeked at the big man through his fingers. He was relieved when he found that the big man was concentrating with his eyes closed.

But then, the purple-clothed boy had a sad face again, and his handsome eyebrows were almost swollen.

In order to be able to communicate in the future, the boy in purple once again extracted the few drops of life spring in the wheel sea, summoned a dim divine red, and wanted to fly to the sky to find his uncle.

But it was probably because he really had no strength, and the coercion released by the sky-covering scroll made it difficult for him to fly upwards.

Seeing that this was not the solution, the boy in purple stood alone in the low altitude, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted softly: "Uncle Master——"

The extremely silent valley instantly echoed with this call.

The cultivators who were still outside the ring, closing their eyes to rest, all opened their eyes angrily.

Especially the big man who had scolded the boy in purple at the beginning was even more furious and cursed loudly: "Scream! You are the only one who knows how to scream nonsense!"

But then, before the angry man could even finish cursing, he noticed several malicious glances coming from around him.

The big man was already irritable, so the scolding just now was at the top of his lungs. It was even several times louder than the call of the boy in purple.

He wanted to be clean, but he didn't want to make the place noisier because his approach was too rough.

So the angry people all stood up.

All of a sudden, all kinds of eggs, vegetables, and rocks that were not very powerful but extremely insulting were thrown at the big man.

Some of them drew their bows and shot arrows, hoping to shoot down the culprit in mid-air.

On the stage, Lan Yue smiled, squinting his eyes slightly, and hooked his hand at the purple-clothed boy standing low in the sky.

The bright smile and handsome face made the boy in purple shudder.

"Li Xiang, what are you doing? Why don't you change into the sect's clothes when you arrive at the sect? Are you still making noise here!"

Among the crowd who was awakened by the noise was Zhao Wuchang who was also sitting on the ring.

He was already a little upset because his accumulation was not deep, and his shallow enlightenment state of mind was awakened, so he blamed the purple-clothed young man above the sky with an unhappy expression and called out his name.

Li Xiang, who was blamed, forgot to change his clothes because he was in a hurry and his head was always slow.

Li Xiang, who was not very strong and felt ashamed after being blamed, became even more confused and could no longer avoid the cold arrows, rotten leaves and rotten eggs that were coming at him.

Therefore, in just a few breaths, Li Xiang was hit dozens of times.

The purple clothes on his body were covered with rotten vegetable leaves, and even his forehead was leaking yellow and white egg liquid.

Feeling humiliated, Li Xiang flew down aggrievedly, took the initiative to land closest to Wei Wuchang, and whispered: "Brother, senior brother! I'm looking for my uncle!"

Hearing this, Zhao Wuchang's brows tightened.

"Which one of you here is not your senior brother? Which elder in heaven is not your senior uncle? I have taught you so many times, but you can't be sober and speak out? Who are you looking for?"

Li Xiang slapped his forehead suddenly, forgetting such an important thing!
Then, he put his right hand, which was stained with rotten egg juice from slapping his forehead, behind his butt and wiped it, and finally muttered -

"I want to find Master Zi Weiying's uncle..."

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So close to the end of the world, my eyes dropped.

In the nameless mountains and rivers thousands of miles away from the blessed land of Qingya, the moon is clear and the forest is cold.

The corpse of the middle-aged man and the blood and mud have solidified, and the dark spear used to kill the Lord is silent.

Nan Xiao, holding the long sword of Sikong, had clear eyes, forgetting everything, and rising up from the rainbow again.

On the crescent moon.

The sky and the earth are long and narrow, and the universe is vast and far away.

The meaning of life is in the dust.

Nanxiao came to fight with his sword at night just to cross the mountain.