Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 241 Chapter [-]: Immortal in the Netherland

On the sword in his hand, only a black ash mark was left on the red line.

But when the sword was handed out, the entire artistic conception trembled.

In the Sword Sutra, the last sentence before the broken page is also the highlight of the entire "Yousheng Chapter". It is these four sentences and sixteen words.

"Pillaring Grass" is written in continuation of this, using the two elements of "fate" and "fire" to form a chain. Shang Huaitong controls the entire underworld, standing before the cliff blocks it.

The last [Seven Lives Forging Fire] is the bridge that the man built with this sword to bridge the abyss.

At this time, on the ring, five overlapping waves like wind and thunder had hit the fragile sword piece held by the fingers.

This was supposed to be a devastating scene, but the actual scene was so weird that it was eye-popping - the sword piece was frozen motionless in the air, like a still painting, and the heavy knife hit without causing any ripples.

Behind the sword piece, in the invisible void, seven lives were connected.

The power of "Pulling Grass" merged into one in an instant. In the stillness, wind and waves suddenly rose, and Zhang Junxue's tall body suddenly turned into withered leaves and was suddenly thrown away.

He fell heavily onto the ring.

"Through it all", easily accomplished.

The entire silence is moving slowly, and everything that is quiet and light is connected into a huge heaviness. This complete darkness is divided into two halves by a crack. Now a lock bridge of seven light points has nailed them together. together.

There was no sound on the court.

Everyone is enveloped in this secluded realm.

They had seen with their own eyes its tranquility and irresistibility, and had personally felt the blockage of despair. Everyone looked at its incompleteness, listened to its mania, and knew how difficult it was to cross the mountains.

They also watched the man bow his head and slump his shoulders under such heavy pressure, panting and red-eyed. Many people thought that he would be crushed in the next moment, but he never bent down.

Now, all the frustrations and depression have been repaid, and in the deep darkness, a wall connecting to the sky suddenly breaks through.

The flying bridge across the abyss is no longer incomplete or blocked. The tough grass that made them powerless has been pulled out and thrown heavily to the ground!
  Quiet, secluded, relaxing, and dark. It has a radius of three hundred feet and fifty thousand people inside and outside. I am there and I am.

Shang Huaitong gasped for breath in his mouth. A few strands of slightly messy hair rested on his forehead, and the supple cloak also had some wrinkles after being torn several times.

But he stood so peacefully on the ring, with his neck straight and shoulders straight, and his expression calm. His black cloak was extremely eye-catching in the daytime, but now it showed a kind of harmonious harmony. After a few moments of trance, Only then did people realize that this black color seemed to blend into the night scene in their imagination.

In the [-] pairs of eyes, Shang Huaitong stood aloof, and the pride and disregard that once caused the whole city to talk were now firmly held in his hands.

Who dares not to admit that he is standing above everyone else, and in the netherworld, the only and ubiquitous power is now at his disposal!
  Thousands of things are born in the silence, and there is a fairy in the quiet ground.

Shang Huaitong gently dropped the sword in his hand, and the cloak wrapped around his body again. Everyone who saw this figure felt a feeling in their hearts - as long as the road he was going to take, it would be smooth.

Howling and silence appeared on the field at the same time, and Shang Huaitong looked at Xu Sigong with cold eyes.

But the moment he turned around, the strong wind behind him hit his back again!
  Shang Huaitong turned around suddenly, and in front of him was the woman's strong face, with a heavy knife dragged behind her back.

This body that had been hit hard and stressed many times should have collapsed long ago, but it still launched a strong offensive again and again!
  The fifth layer of overlapping waves has been completely removed. She really does not have the sixth layer of overlapping waves. She only has another move of "cutting the waist" in her hand.

The man with a faint temperament in front of him has just achieved the legendary Intention Sword. As long as he is in this situation, it is impossible not to feel the sublimeness that does not belong here.

No one wants to truly understand its power.

However, the woman still looked at the man's invincible back with a sinister expression - the back was of course an opportunity to draw the sword.

As long as there is a chance, she will definitely use the knife.

Everyone thought the outcome was clear, except for the woman herself.

Who told you that this scene is over? !
  In the stands, Gu Guang was shouting out loud, and several people from the Zhang family exclaimed. Pei Ye stood up and jumped out first, shouting angrily: "Zhang Junxue!!"

Shang Huaitong turned back coldly with anger.

This is not the first provocation.

There was no need for a sword. The man stretched out his hand and pressed it on the sword.

Wanfang pulsed quietly, then the thunderous roar stopped, and the knife fell into the man's hand, just like a piece of paper.

Shang Huaitong twisted the blade, and the thick blade curved like a bamboo!

Here and now, the favor of "power" seems to have changed roles.

This arc suddenly shot towards the handle of the knife, and at the other end, the woman's body seemed to be frozen, stiff and motionless.

No matter how strong her muscles and bones are, how can they be stronger than a giant knife made of tough iron and steel? When this force reaches the end of her shoulders, what will be left behind must be a bone protruding and the flesh collapses!

And this book is also the purpose of Shang Huaitong.

However, in the critical situation, the woman's fingers that were clenching the handle of the knife could not be opened at all. She once again fell into the "all-me" state, and this time it was even more profound. She was surrounded by cold darkness, and her body was already Completely not my own.

She watched helplessly as the force twisted her fingers, and she felt a heart-piercing pain. At this moment, the woman really felt a trace of regret.

This is her hand holding the knife.

She did not regret standing in the ring, because when she made decisions again and again, she had actually put her sister's hatred before her own ideals in life - without personally wading through this bloody and rotten poisonous swamp, she would never be able to survive. Easily chase the mountains and white clouds in your heart.

However, in the end, the knife that was known to be hopeless but still fought out, was it an unyielding declaration, or a mood dominated by anger?

Pei Ye's roar just now came clearly to her ears. She had no time to see it, and she didn't dare to look at the young man's expression at this time - just seeking temporary happiness, is it irresponsible to these friends who have jointly promised a future?

Confused thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Zhang Junxue's heart was clenched by the surge of guilt, and severe pain suddenly rushed to her wrist.

Only in a split second.

A teacup hit her wrist.

An unimaginably thick package covered her palms, and the twisting violence suddenly disappeared.

Then the energy pushed softly but irresistibly to both sides, separating the two people.

"The outcome has been decided, let's leave it at that."

On the high platform, Sui Zaihua leaned on his elbows and smiled with satisfaction. Next to him, the girl in green shirt let out a heavy sigh of relief.
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  "The winner of the first game of the second round of the Kuai Sai is Qijiao Shang Huaitong!"

Xu Sigong's voice surrounded the entire audience, and then was covered up by the huge roar of joy.

Because they can always feel that field, people fully know how high and thick the threshold is, how difficult it is to penetrate it, and how at the end of everything, the man stands on the only otherworldly height.

At this time, here, in this arena, this martial arts competition has already reached its peak and end.

No one even mentioned Yang Yan's name anymore - even though the sword was mysterious and mysterious, it couldn't compare with a sword like this.

In Bowang City's vision, "Biguang" and "Jade Shadow" are already rare and top-notch swordsmanship, and "Yellow Jade" is the first swordsmanship that is said to be rare in ten years. Its beauty is enough to make people obsessed with it. .

Who has ever seen Yi Jian?

This legendary thing in the clouds. Hold it in Mr. Shang's hand.

In such an atmosphere, silence belongs to everyone close to Cuiyu.

On the high platform, Sui Zaihua's attitude was very clear - after Shang Huaitong completed the sword, of course he would take him away. As for other matters, they had to be solved through other procedures.

Li Weiru hasn't lost his smile yet - before today, he had been comforting the girl and took this matter calmly. It's not that he always has to show his calm demeanor in front of others, but because he is an old man with less than two years to live.

The same happens to be a guru.

If you look closely, you will find that the old man who always smiles broadly actually has a pair of very sharp eyebrows.

At this time, he took a drink of tea and looked at the figure walking down the ring with a smile.

Gu Yunfu had really lowered his face. The surprise that this man brought to him was indeed no joke. Even at this time, the three words "Shang Huaitong" had already overtaken the position of "Pei Ye" in his heart. ——At least they are put together.

In the stands further down, Zhang Dingyun's face darkened, and he clasped his hands without saying a word.

But Fang Jidao still didn't know how to comfort him at this time, but even if he knew, he wouldn't have the time to care about him.

Because the woman beside him also straightened her body.

He turned his head. There was actually no expression on the woman's face, and she looked much more calm than the fat man. However, Fang Jidao was familiar with the difference between "calm" and "expressionless" on this face. He lowered his head and saw her pinching the hem of her skirt. Her fingers have turned white, the same color as her tightly pursed lips when Yu Yingcai struck a blow with his sword in front of Shang Huaitong. Fang Jidao had to admit that even for an uninformed observer, the oppression brought by this man was too strong. From beginning to end, he was the only one strolling around in the ring, as if no one could ever touch his true strength.

Fang Jidao didn't know martial arts, and he didn't have the keenness of "meaning" of his two friends, but in his intuition, the dull Zhang Junxue, the talkative Yang Yan, and the affable Pei Ye didn't seem to be able to compete with the attacking black man. The look of fighting.

But he is indeed the life-and-death enemy of the woman around him.

Fang Jidao really wanted to provide some comfort and support to the woman around him, but even if he knew what to do, he would never have the courage at this time.

Qi Zhaohua let out a breath, closed his eyes, raised his hand and put it on his forehead.

Amid the silence and cheers, there were many people who were obsessed with miracles, still looking at the young man in black with a faint expectation.

After all, Zhang Junxue did not put pressure on Shang Huaitong.

If the fourth one is okay, is there a slight chance for the second one?
  But Yang Yan didn't pay attention to other people's eyes at this time, nor did he look at Shang Huaitong. He stood under the ring, behind Pei Ye, and looked at the tall woman lying on the ground with him.

"There are no serious injuries." The doctor with a mustache knelt aside and retracted his hand and said. These are the official doctors who work in the state government. They often come from medical sects or aristocratic families. They have high levels of cultivation and can use some magical methods that are beyond the upper limit of ordinary doctors.

"Actually, there should be, but her body is a little too good." The doctor looked at the woman in surprise and fed her two pills. "Of course, you still have to cultivate yourself well and don't take it lightly - look for her after you get off the field. Doctor, take a good look."

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The doctor stood up and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by the woman.

"Um, doctor, my hand?" Zhang Junxue hesitated and asked in a low voice, then carefully glanced at the cold-faced young man next to him.

"If it's half a breath later, it will be completely serious. But it's okay now. The bones are slightly twisted. I've helped you straighten them, but it still takes some effort."

"Oh, thank you." Zhang Junxue breathed a sigh of relief. Then the doctor left, and there was only silence.

"Actually, it's not bad." Zhang Junxue turned her head and looked at the ground next to her, but there was no one else to help her break the depressing deadlock, so the woman still mustered up the courage to turn around, looked at the boy in a low voice, and tremblingly This hand was raised.

But the moment it came into view, she immediately retracted like lightning.

Normal skin color is almost gone.

The bursts of green blood and purple bruises were mottled together. The whole hand was swollen and trembling uncontrollably. It looked shocking.

What the doctor said was "no serious injuries" was actually based on the brutal nature of their competition. There were no broken limbs or broken organs, which made the doctor sigh in surprise.

That does not mean that the woman's injuries at this time can be ignored.

Otherwise, why would she be lying on the ground and still unable to stand up.

Pei Ye's eyes fell on that hand, and his breathing became audibly heavier. Zhang Junxue subconsciously covered it up and lowered her head.

"Is it still important?" Pei Ye looked at her and said coldly.

Zhang Junxue certainly knew what he was talking about.

She actually wanted to say that it was really important, but there was no need to argue now. She had done what she wanted to do regardless of the boy's obstruction, and the severe pain radiating from everywhere in her body made her feel even more guilty.

So he remained silent.

Pei Ye took a few breaths, squatted down, and pressed on Zhang Junxue's arm to help her inject some vitality.

Zhang Junxue opened her eyes and wanted to hide away: "Ah! No, you are about to be beaten."

Pei Ye ignored her, and still looked at the woman coldly: "Zhang Junxue, how are you going to kill Shang Huaitong now?"

"." Zhang Junxue was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"You have lost and lost your last chance." Pei Ye looked at her expressionlessly, as if looking at a stranger, "Shang Huaitong has learned the Intention Sword, and Lord Sui has taken a liking to him - maybe three Within days, he will go to the Shaolong Mansion Sword Cultivation Academy, and at that time, you might just be able to stand up from the bed."

"Then I will also go to Shaolong Mansion." Zhang Junxue felt depressed and whispered, "I will continue to practice swordsmanship and look for opportunities until-"

"You can't catch up with his sword after practicing it for a hundred years." Pei Ye interrupted her coldly.

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Zhang Junxue's heart was squeezed hard. She looked at her swollen hands blankly, then turned her head and looked at the boy blankly.

"This hand was originally broken, but it's still there now because I asked Qing Qing to send a message to Mr. Sui before you entered the ring, asking him to pay attention to rescuing you."

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"So you can't take revenge." Pei Ye made a cold judgment, "This is the path you chose."

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Zhang Junxue lowered her head, and her heart sank to the deepest valley little by little.

Yes, this reality was so cruelly placed before her. She prepared for two hundred days and nights, almost abandoning everything for it.

But still failed.

Zhang Junxue's face was as pale as snow and she said nothing.

Pei Ye looked at her in silence for a long time, until the oppressive silence was so thick that it seemed like it was about to drip.

He said softly: "But a person's weapons are not only his fists and swords."

"." Zhang Junxue raised her head.

"Friends are also a very important weapon." Pei Ye looked at her, "So, unless you have a very powerful friend - do you have one?"

".I have."

"you have not."

".I have!"

"You have a fart."

Zhang Junxue looked at him: "Pei Ye, you are my friend."

"No one is your friend. You will die anyway. In the end, no one will think the same as you."

"Those words were said about other people. About other people." Zhang Junxue whispered, "I have always regarded you as my friend Pei Ye."

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The woman's face turned pale from the injury, and she said with serious stubbornness in her dullness, "Really."

"." Pei Ye looked down at her, "Really?"

"real!"

Pei Ye's tense face relaxed into a small smile, and Zhang Junxue immediately became happy, with a much bigger smile blooming on his still hurt face.

Pei Ye lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "So, we are friends, Jun Xue. We can share happiness together, and we can face enemies together. We never have to have the same interests. I will help you complete the hatred that you cannot complete; If you are killed, I will avenge you - if anyone has to have the same interests to be friends and relatives with you, then they are incompetent."

He looked at the woman and gently stretched out his hand towards her, "Is that so?"

Zhang Junxue was silent, but that was not hesitation. She took a few breaths, her lowered brows trembling, and it took a long time before she handed over her intact left hand.

"Yes." The woman choked in a low voice, "I'm sorry Pei Ye."

"It doesn't matter." Pei Ye grabbed it and held it together with two equally strong hands. He lowered his head in front of the woman, looked at the white and painful face, and his expression became solemn again.

"So, Jun Xue," the young man pressed his throat, his voice was slow, and coldness overflowed from his throat, "Whatever Shang Huaitong did to you, I will pay him back a hundred times; if you want to cut off his His head, there won’t be any trace of flesh connected to his neck.”

".I promise."

The young man's voice fell, and what rose next was Xu Sigong's roll call throughout the audience.

"In the second game of the second round of the Kuaishou, draw your sword and turn it into fire first, one sword and three wonderful moves - Ding Yun Yang Yan, Feng Huai Pei Ye!"

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