Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Chapter 98
Gray stone chips are scattered between the sword blades, and the blade is constantly broken and re-condensed again and again, which makes people think of the ancient oriental word "persistence".

Her breathing became short of breath, and the sweat on her forehead was sticking to her hair. Heshia once again avoided the giant palm that was slapped down quickly, and at the same time stepped on the green arm, her body flew backwards, and the slap in her hand The blade of the sword streaked across the air like a crescent moon, cutting off the already mutilated golden-red ribbon.

Afterwards, the golden color on God's body seemed to be gradually dimming, returning to a dull earthy yellow color. At the same time, Heshia leaped again, the long sword in her hand rotated with her body, and her flying hair and skirt formed a short and short Gorgeous swirl shape.

Nourishes—

The long sword was inserted into the huge bronze eyeball, blasting lightning and debris, discarding the long sword, and then Heshia quickly retreated, and this huge general also fell slowly like a rotten rock. Hit the ground heavily, paralyzed and damaged.

In this case, it should be enough. Even with the AI ​​provided by the academy, you still need to show enough strength to persuade the other party. Otherwise, it’s like a child crossing the market with money. The adults only take the benefits and don’t care about your thoughts. .

She was suspended in the air quietly, holding a sword in one hand, the sword body hanging down along the white sleeve, looking at the silent masked man below.

"Hehe...hehehe...hahahaha, are you laughing at me!?" He pressed his forehead with one hand, his voice distorted, and then he gritted his teeth again.

If the girl in front of him begged in a coquettish and weak way, he might soften his heart, but she was so stubborn that Gu Qianlou felt ashamed, as if her behavior all the time was as ridiculous as a clown.

Look, Gu Yongrong's daughter, after only 20 years after she went out, she can easily destroy the things you are so proud of. What is the point of your persistence all these years? , not only ruined the reputation of Jilou City, but what's the value of taking my sister in?
Killing is nothing like killing one's heart. Perhaps Heshia just wants Gu Qianlou to realize that the status quo can no longer continue, but what she doesn't know is that not everyone is so easy to accept other people's suggestions, and some stubborn and conservative From a human point of view, this challenged his authority, overthrew everything about him, and was extremely humiliating.

"Very good, you want to prove that you are right, right? Then I will grant you." He no longer watched the battle in place, but jumped straight up, his large black robe danced in the air, and then the golden mask came out. The sleeves instantly changed into a flame-like red.

The crimson sword light was pulled out of the scabbard abruptly, and connected to Hesia in the sky. The magic power bursting out from the crimson sword directly knocked the girl into the air, and the heat contained in it spread like fire poison, making Hesia Shia felt suffocated.

And just when the blue brilliance in her eyes was flowing and the burning heat on her body was instantly extinguished, Gu Qianlou who came from the opposite side changed again, the fiery red mask became the form of yellow background and white lines, and the long sword in her hand also dropped Flying out, forming complex magic lines in the sky.

In the complex pattern of bright yellow like circuit boards, the long sword is suspended in the center, and layers of light spots are continuously converging on the sword body, forming layers of special effects.

Piercing · Cracking Gold · Piercing Magic · Extreme Speed

"Secrets of Exhausted Tower·Instant Killing Formation!"

It was as if a bright yellow laser lighted up suddenly, and the blade pierced out instantly, almost reaching the limit of the sight, directly piercing Hesia in the air.

Looking at the blood-stained girl falling from the sky, everyone present opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say a lot, but they couldn't open their mouths at the moment. Whether it was the sword guards or the generals, they all felt a little chilled and sad.

No matter how you say it, that girl is also Gu Yongrong's daughter, she is also Gu Qianlou's closest blood relative, and she is also one of the future hopes of Jilou City, if she just falls like this.

After the golden blade pierced Hesia, it turned around again and fell into Gu Qianlou's hands. The mask on his face changed again and turned into a blue color. Grab it and capture it.

However, a swirling snow-colored knife light stopped him in the middle, and Feng Jianxue stood in front of him.

"Ahem..." Heshia half-kneeled on the ground, clutching her right shoulder with a blood-red gash, trembling.

After all, Gu Qianlou saved some sympathy and didn't hit her directly in the middle of the chest.

The sword guard in the distance rushed over quickly to protect the seriously injured girl. At this moment, Ge Lianfeng looked around and saw the ancestral hall that was very close, and suddenly made up his mind.

"Send Your Highness into the ancestral hall, it will be safer there, and we can better defend ourselves."

"Ah."

A sword guard surrounds Heshia and supports her and sends her to the front. The ancestral hall, which has been dusty for many years, although its appearance is only an ancient two-storey building, the highest standard of protective materials and security measures were used in the construction. So extra solid.

Both the god general and the sword guard are direct descendants of the Jilou City, so it is easy to open the ancestral hall, but as long as you enter the inside and activate the protective measures, it is not easy to get in from the outside.

Half a minute later, Heshia felt the wound on half of her shoulder slowly heal, and then she breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.

The decoration of the ancestral hall is not gorgeous, and it can even be said to be solemn and simple. There are statues standing on both sides of the main hall, all of which are covered with a layer of dust, and the original blue and red paint is also dull. According to these statues in mythology The implication in it is probably the sun, moon and stars, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and gods from all directions.

Along the central axis of the main hall, there are two magnificent statues of gods, one on the left and one on the right, with the tops of their heads reaching directly under the roof beams of the main hall. When the incense burner is lit, the smoke curls up, and during the surrounding period, you can vaguely see the scene of phoenix birds taking off.

However, the most attractive thing about this hall is the ancient sword placed horizontally behind the censer, which is wrapped in a scabbard that looks like stone, with black silk winding on the hilt, and a carving of lotus petals at the end.

The entire hall did not use any technological creations, probably to maintain the original flavor of the ancient style, with a quiet and distant feeling.

After entering the main hall, everyone was much quieter, out of respect for ancestors and inheritance, no one made any loud noises.

After standing up for a while, Heshia looked at the horizontal sword in the distance, and seemed to be able to 'hear' a strange melody. It was not a song, but more like the lingering fragrance of some kind of historical precipitation.

Is this the fate that my mother was going to inherit back then... She shook her head, and walked up the steps step by step.

Everyone watched this scene, and the conversation that was originally whispered quieted down in an instant. They lined up neatly and watched Hercia walk towards the end of the steps step by step, until the moon-white wrist passed over the incense burner, and her fingers lightly touched Touched and stroked the scabbard.

The dust fell one by one, the scabbard was held by the girl in her hand, and she held the hilt, a sense of intimacy in the blood emerged, and then slowly pulled it out.

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In the open space outside, the battle between Feng Jianxue and Gu Qianlou became more and more fierce, but Feng Jianxue soon fell into the disadvantaged and complained endlessly.

This guy is abnormal, definitely not the strength that a normal Sequence 6 should have. He must have used some kind of evil method. He absolutely does not admit that his skills are not as good as others. Anyway, he is also a top student who graduated from a prestigious federal school, and he has a family tradition. , How could it be inferior to this underground 'indigenous'.

It doesn't matter, I have done my best, and it seems that the other party will not do anything to the little girl Hesia. If it is really not possible, I will find a helper to rescue her after a while.

After thinking about this point clearly, Feng Jianxue was ready to run away, he was not a rigid and face-saving person.

"It's not suitable to fight for a long time today, we will meet later!" After finishing speaking, his blade swept across the white light, and then his body quickly swept up, leaping up like a big owl, rushing into the layers of red flags on the dome, and disappearing without a trace .

"Humph."

After chasing away the fly that came from nowhere, Sweeping Qingfeng Jianxue, Gu Qianlou rushed straight to the ancestral hall below, smashing the front door with just one kick, and saw the situation inside the hall.

Heshia slowly pulled out the sword, but the scene inside disappointed everyone present. There was only half of the broken blade behind the hilt, and when the scabbard was turned upside down, several fragments of the blade fell out.

The divine sword that inherited the classics and secret arts back then has long been destroyed over the years.

"Do you think we didn't think about revival back then? This is reality." Gu Qianlou looked at the ancient sword in Hesia's hand with a cold voice.

He had drawn out this sword when he was very young, but the result was very disappointing, so he resolutely chose another line of secret inheritance, and handed over the line of sword guard to his sister.

"Yes, it's a pity." Heshia bent down and carefully picked up the pieces.

Seeing that she was still so 'disobedient', Gu Qianlou was furious, swept the blade of the sword in his hand, swung away the sword guard at the side, and rushed straight to the girl in the hall.

Facing Gu Qianlou who was rushing towards him, Heshia closed her eyes slightly, and slowly opened her hands. In front of her, the fragments of the broken sword blade slowly floated up and suspended, suddenly bursting into a bright light. Bright green.

Countless airflows overflowed from the gap in the broken sword, and the turbulent and vast magic power directly lifted the statues in the hall, and then no matter the windows or the door, green brilliance shot out.

"This is……"

The fierce wind kept blowing, and the entire ancestral hall was shaken, until finally the frenzied airflow inside finally lifted the roof, and among the ruins of broken bricks and tiles, the girl with blue hair and long hair was alone, her eyes were slightly closed, and her body was shaking. Fragments of the ancient sword on the side rose slowly together with her, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, the fragments of the blade returned to the correct position one by one, splicing into a complete sword body.

Gu Qianlou tried to get closer to the floating Hesia in the sky again in the strong wind, but as he approached, the strong wind pressure became stronger and stronger, making him slower and slower.

Until finally, when the complete ancient sword floated above the girl's head, she raised both hands, holding the hilt in one hand, and caressing the incomplete body of the sword with the other...

The gap on the sword body emits a dazzling emerald green light, sweeping across the dark underground, its brilliance illuminates the entire core area, whether it is the two sides fighting in the Forbidden City, the residents of the core area, or other places in the exhausted city. The people in front of the monitor.

In the dazzling light, the part that had disappeared slowly reappeared, reconverging into a complete divine sword.

Blue Luan Crying · Zhuomo Sword

When the divine sword slowly emerged from the emerald brilliance, the phantom of the phoenix flew and danced around it, and the sound of crowing resounded through the ground.

Finally, the brilliance dissipated, and I saw the girl holding the divine sword in the air. The hilt was entwined with black silk, and the sword body was clear and transparent, like crystal, and the transparent sword body was surrounded by smoke and ink, like a phoenix bird dancing. .

This sword is not used for killing, but a sacrificial vessel, which symbolizes the inheritance of Qinglian Sword Cleansing Palace, which means to cleanse the ordinary lead and make the mind clear and clear.

Holding this sword in her hand, Heshia continuously obtained many secret art records from the past, whether it was everything on the ancient land of China, the wandering of entering the Star Sea era, or the sorrow of the later generations fleeing the chaos of war. Into the mind, people feel the changes in the vicissitudes of time.

So the scenes of the old days make people nostalgic, but the train of the times is moving forward, and everything has gradually changed. There is no need for the knight who traveled the world, no need to climb the green mountain alone to gain the recognition of the sect, and no longer need to guard the mountain alone It takes decades to learn high-quality and complete swordsmanship. There are no longer so-called monsters and beasts that need to be suppressed and wiped out by masters, and there are no longer people who regard each other as brothers and sisters for the so-called factions and support each other.

The decline of the various sects in the past is not only because of the loss of the so-called secret arts, but more because, in this galaxy era, the past sects are no longer needed, and they are no longer suitable for this complicated and changeable era.

Where is the way out...

With a long sigh, Tilan slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the ancient and lonely palaces and pavilions below. The blade in her hand swung down, and the breeze blew on the ground, and bright yellow spots emerged from the void. The magic power condensed by the particles of Ajaka, like bright lights, floats in the air, illuminating the dark underground.

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