I will Bury the Gods Chapter 401: : Sisters (on)

The circular wooden building surrounds the rectangular high platform of the hall. Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the young **** the stage.

When Chulu was young, he lived in secluded places and rarely saw strangers. Although he had a noble status, he never felt the attention of the public. At this moment, even though she has reached the midpoint of everyone's focus step by step, she still seems to be in a black cave, and the overwhelming gaze is the upside-down eyes.

The spiritual nectar revived Chu Lu's true energy. She had just won the top spot, and the palm of her hand holding the black wooden hilt was still hot.

"I really don't want to bring my personal matters to the surface and let others point out, but since you want to find your own way out, I can only pamper you once."

Xian Yao's voice is immature, her tone is cold, and the blue-purple gauze skirt can still perfectly wrap her shrunken body, as if it was a tailor-made Wan Mu Zixia. She drew a wooden sword casually, Holding it in her hand, the wooden sword was stained with her fairy spirit, filled with purple energy, as if peach blossoms would bloom.

Her realm also disappeared out of thin air, and her strength was similar to that of Chulu.

The pair of sisters don't look alike, but they are both beautiful and unusual, like a pair of twin flowers.

Xian Yao in the form of a girl took a long breath of true energy and asked, "Chu Lu, is there anything else you want to say to your sister?"

"Nothing."

Gripping the wooden sword tightly, Chulu said coldly: "If you lose, just don't break your promise."

Xianyuan smiled faintly, noncommittal.

Chulu in red and white clothes looks like a little witch. She also took a deep breath, but when she exhaled, she shouted sharply: "Come on!"

The battle is imminent.

Chulu, who was full of fighting spirit, took the lead. She bent her knees, her body jumped out in an instant, and rushed towards Xianyuan with an unpretentious sword light.

In the past, Chulu could only see this "big patriarch" standing at the top at the family meeting. At that time, she didn't even dare to peek at her sister's appearance, let alone draw her sword at her. At this moment, when Chu Lu rushed towards her, her heart was trembling, not out of fear, but a pleasure of blaspheming the sacred power.

Xian Yao didn't know when he tilted his sword.

Chu Lu's quick cross-cutting sword was blocked by Xian Yao. After a brief wrestling, Xian Yao pushed her away with a flick of his arm.

Chu Lu was blown by the sword wind, floated and then retreated. In an instant, she turned back again. Her petite body was like the manifestation of thunder. , descended from the sky, and struck at the top of Xian Yao's head.

Xian Yao's face remained unchanged, she raised her sword to block the air, her posture was graceful like a girl shaded by the scorching sun. But in this understatement, Chulu's sword was blocked again, and the sword energy in the sky shattered into light rain. "Not bad, if you are my student, I can give you a commendation." Xian invited said.

Chu Lu didn't speak, she silently recited the sword mantra, and rushed towards Xian Yao again.

She jumped up again.

This is the sword technique of the Wu family taught by Xiaohe. The Wu family worships birds, and the sword technique of the Wu family is also to a large extent the sword of form and meaning of birds. Chulu's swooping posture from the sky is Yinghua's predatory posture, and it reproduces vividly in the sword, killing fiercely.

Chu Lu swung his sword again, slashing at Xian Yao from top to bottom.

This is not a sleight of hand.

When Chu Lu was about to touch the invitation, the sword in Chulu's hand suddenly disappeared. This is not some sorcery, it is just a simple swing. The shape of the sword cannot be seen clearly under the high-speed swing. What people can perceive is only the shadow of the sword falling from the sky.

Chu Lu gritted her teeth and swung her sword desperately. She swung her sword so fast that her arms seemed to be thrown out, and the iron-like crashing sound stimulated her continuously.

She wants to defeat the person in front of her.

She will use all her strength to defeat the person in front of her!

Most people can no longer see where the sword is, all they can hear is the whistling sound of the air being torn apart. The first heron is not like a bird, but more like a white lion hunting on the snowy field. In the previous skill competition, four or five disciples were defeated by such impenetrable sword moves. Those people, even He didn't even have the chance to use the spirit root.

Chu Lu was still swinging the sword, but the wooden sword in her hand was the first to be unable to withstand the pressure, and it shattered inch by inch, turning into sawdust. One, hold it with both hands, and get used to it.

Click.

The sword of true qi and the wooden sword in Xianyuan's hand were shattered in the explosion of true qi, and the fragments of the wooden sword were blown away by the violent real air.

The breaking of the wooden sword did not cause the slightest ripple on Xian Yao's eyebrows.

Chu Lu hit her with a palm. She returned a palm.

Two slender palms bumped together.

The qi pill in Chulu's body was spinning, and she mobilized the zhenqi in her whole body and sent it to her right palm, concentrating on wrestling with Xian Yao.

Suddenly.

Chu Lu found a tiny red spot on the back of his hand.

Then, the red dot turned into a flower and bloomed on the back of her palm.

Ah

Chulu screamed and flew upside down, her petite body rolled on the ground for several rounds, and barely stopped until the edge of the arena. Chu Lu held the wrist of her right hand, and the red blood hole in the palm of her hand was shocking.

"You"

Chu Lu raised his head, gritted his teeth and looked at the graceful girl Xian Yao, with anger and hatred in his eyes.

When the palms were facing each other earlier, Xian Yao used spiritual roots to make a flower in the palm, which directly pierced Chu Lu's delicate palm.

"The number one in the martial arts competition is never the real number one. The real master is the one who can survive the conspiracy and assassination. When I participated in the trial meeting when I was young, I didn't get a good ranking, but In the subsequent snowfield adventures, most of my companions became corpses buried in the snow, but I have come to this day." Xian Yao said calmly, she didn't seem to be competing in martial arts, but more like teaching her sister a lesson.

"You are just trying to justify your conspiracy." Chu Lu was not convinced.

"Heh, Chulu, don't you understand? If you were not in the arena where everyone is watching, you would have already been defeated by the schemes and tricks you despise, and turned into a cold corpse." Xian Yao shook his head slightly, turned around, and said, "The winner has been decided, you admit defeat."

The first heron looked up.

In the familiar location of the high-rise building in the distance, the master and his wives are watching her.

She refused to admit defeat, and after stopping the blood on her palm, Chu Lu stood up slowly, staring at Xian Yao's small and exquisite back, and said: "Continue.

"Young people are always so subdued, there is no surprise Pei Qiang.

Xian Yao turned her head, her crimson lips parted, and her eyes couldn't hide the contempt: "It seems that if you don't beat you up, you will never know the heights of the world. After you are beaten until you can't move, I will take your pity back with my own hands."

Chu Lu tried her best but failed to injure Xian Yao. At the same time, her right palm was injured, making it difficult to hold the sword. In people's eyes, there is indeed no suspense in this battle.

Many people originally thought that they would see a wonderful competition, but they did not expect that the leader of this year's Daoist Trial will still be so vulnerable in front of the immortal invitation who suppressed the realm. Such an ending was expected.

But Chulu believes that even if everyone doesn't believe in him, Master and Mistress will believe in him!

"Do you think Chulu can still win?" Xiaohe asked Lin Shouxi.

"No." Lin Shouxi said frankly: "Chu Lu has done well enough, but after all, she wasted ten years of cultivation, it is still too difficult to surpass the immortal invitation. After she has done her best to finish that set When the Wu family's swordsmanship fails to injure Xianyuan, the defeat is already settled."

"Exactly.

Xiao He nodded and sighed softly.

Chu Lu's martial arts are generally taught by her, after thinking about it for a while, she couldn't find any possibility of defeating Xian Yao.

What Mu Shijing wanted to see was the story of her younger sister rising up, defeating her proud elder sister under the attention of the world, and trampled her on the soles of her feet, so she couldn't accept the current situation. She gave Xiao He a sideways look and complained Said: "Why is your witch family's swordsmanship so useless, you can't even beat a fairy invitation.

"The Wu family's swordsmanship is indeed not the top swordsmanship, but it is very suitable for Chulu." Xiaohe reluctantly rewarded Mu Shijing with a little face, instead of reminiscing with her, he transferred his energy to Lin Shouxi, "What about you? Didn't you teach your apprentice how to press the bottom of the box?"

"Everyone's kung fu is different, and this kind of kung fu is at least decades of hard work. Chulu is too young." Lin Shouxi said.

"What about the Black Phoenix Sword Sutra with White Eyes? Did you teach it to her?" Xiaohe asked again.

"This sword scripture is difficult to understand, and ordinary people can't get the power of law after learning it, so there's no need to waste time." Lin Shouxi said: "Xiaohe, are you blaming me for not teaching Chulu well? Don't forget Yes, you are also her master.

"I"

Xiaohe was at a loss for words for a while, thought for a while, and said: "I am not." "Then you are?"

"I'm her teacher's wife." Xiaohe said confidently. "" Lin Shouxi was speechless.

"Chu Lu has not yet lost, and you have started to shirk responsibility from each other? With a master like you, little Chu Lu is really unlucky." Mu Shijing shook his head and said: "If Chu Lu is mine Disciple, how could it be so embarrassing at this moment?"

"Although the apprentices we have taught cannot defeat Xianyuan, they are more than enough to fool some people." Xiaohe said lightly.

Mu Shijing immediately thought of the scene of being bullied after failing the exam for Chu Lumo that day, his words stuck in his heart, and turned into a cold snort of disdain.

Shu Yu hated fairy invitations at first, but when she heard the young lady's words, she felt anticipation in her heart, and she couldn't help asking cautiously: "Miss, are you planning to make a move to secretly help this young lady?"

Mu Shijing was silent.

She thought about it, and said coldly: "I will not meddle in ordinary people's family affairs." Shu Yao let out a disappointment.

"At such a juncture, no one can be relied on, this little girl is really pitiful." Xiaohe was worried in her heart, couldn't help sighing, and said: "If I had known, I would use the colorful magic feather to change her face and replace her Go up and hold the immortal invitation."

"This is her family matter, and she has to solve it herself. Although I can't imagine the possibility of defeating Xianyuan, I always feel that Chulu can do it." Lin Shouxi said suddenly.

..

On the martial arts stage, the battle begins again.

But this time, the so-called battle has almost turned into a one-sided insult.

After Xianyao really used her spiritual roots, Chu Lu hardly had any ability to resist. What everyone saw was the wonderful performance of the No. .

Behind Xianyuan, blood-red flowers bloomed one after another, forming a coquettish wheel, life and death. Chu Lu ignored these flowers, she clenched her left fist and punched Xian Yao's back.

But her fist missed.

The fairy invitation disappeared, and countless red petals drifted in the wind, rolling towards the first heron. As the fragrance lingered, Chulu's spirit seemed to be paralyzed, and he lost his mind for a while.

"You didn't kill the spiritual roots. Even if you win the championship this time, you will surely die under a strange spiritual root in the future. Your best path is actually to become an excellent spiritualist. Help me by my side, let me protect you instead of picking up the sword myself.

Xianyuan appeared in the back of her head like a ghost, and said quietly: "Admit my mistake now, and I will give you another chance."

Chu Lu suddenly came to his senses and slammed backwards. The fairy invitation scattered into petals again.

The cold wind swept across the sky. There is no shadow of the invitation.

Bloody footprints appeared in the air.

It seems that someone is dancing in Lingxu, but everyone has no chance to see it. People can only see the **** traces flying like butterflies, and get a glimpse of the splendor of this iceberg of this dance that overwhelms the country.

Chu Lu in it can only feel the killing intent, not the so-called beauty. Colorful flowers bloom around her.

She fell into despair in the black mandala, fell in love with the blood-colored irises, saw the scarlet death in the overwhelming flowers of the other side, and froze her body at the moment when the flowers were born and died, and was invisible in the void. A whip kick sent him flying backwards, falling to the ground and convulsing.

Chu Lu struggled to get up, and there were countless white flowers wrapped around her, she let out a sharp roar, although she shattered the white flowers with her true energy, many blood holes were inevitably left on her body.

A green lotus floats up leisurely.

On the lotus flower, Xianyan appeared out of thin air. She looked down at Chulu coldly and said, "I was still too weak when I was thirteen. Give me another year, and you will never stand up." .

"Give me another year, and you will never win." Chu Lu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

"I've given you enough time. You can fight me next year at the Spiritual Sect Guild. You are eager for quick success, but if I give you another ten or a hundred years, the outcome will not change." Zhao said: "Whether strong or not, it is often doomed from the moment the spiritual root is born."

Xianyuan is rare in the world with dual spiritual roots. Generally, those with dual spiritual roots will become schizophrenic, but she not only survived, but also surprisingly calm.

The spirit root of memory in the first arm is miraculous, but it cannot be transformed into real killing power in battle.

Blood and flowers fell from the sky.

The fairy invites you to smile among the flowers, and the corners of her lips are embroidered with the desolate charm of falling flowers. Chulu stood in the sea of ​​flowers, the blood on his clothes was like a lotus.

She couldn't see where Xianyuan was, all she could sense was the ubiquitous killing intent.

Xianyou was floating around her like a ghost, and frequently struck her, shaking her already badly injured body from side to side, screaming incessantly.

The girl was covered in bruises, and even her face was covered with bright red palm prints.

Chu Lu fell down again and again, and stood up again and again. This perseverance moved many top monks slightly, but they knew that being moved was meaningless. Chu Lu might stand up a hundred times, but she did not May stand up forever.

Sure enough.

Just as Chu Lu stood up, she was punched in the lower abdomen again. This time, she knelt on the ground and retched, already on the verge of exhaustion

Getting up, the girl's back was bent like an arch, trembling as if it was about to break. She couldn't stand up.

Hallucinations invaded her brain.

She looked at the flowers under her body, and there were more and more flowers in her eyes, and she couldn't even tell whether it was the flowers splitting or her mind was no longer clear.

The fairy invites to step on the golden lotus and floats slowly, just like the Guanyin Bodhisattva flying down from the clouds. She landed lightly, and slowly walked in front of Chulu.

Chu Lu couldn't look up, only the tip of her shoe could be seen.

"This is just the beginning, I'm far from being ruthless enough. If you want to continue to persevere, I won't even give you the chance to beg for mercy.

Xianyuan looked down at the girl who was kneeling down. Out of hypocritical etiquette, she didn't put her foot on Chu Lu's head, but everyone could see that Xianyuan trampled on her biological sister all the time.

"You do it, even if I die, I won't ask you for mercy." Chu Lu gritted his teeth.

"Chu Lu, I think you still have delusions about blood relatives. I hope you understand that I did this not for your own good. I just want to tell you that you can't escape my control no matter what. , I like the feeling of trampling on you, that is the feeling of ruining the blood of relatives, nothing more."

Xianyuan's voice is as pale as frost.

Chulu tried her best to raise her head, and said, "If I knew before that I would be beaten so painfully, maybe I would beg for mercy, but now I won't. If I beg for mercy now, wouldn't the beating just now be in vain?"

Xian Yao was slightly taken aback.

She did not expect that Chu Lu's reason for not begging for mercy was actually this.

"It's kind of interesting." Xian Yao nodded and said: "Your words are indeed more interesting than your martial arts, but" the soft smile suddenly turned into a cold winter sword.

"But I don't like it when you talk to me like that."

Xian Yao took pity on her chest and threw her away. Then, she waved her fist and smashed it at the begging girl.

If Chu Lu were to take this punch firmly again, Chu Lu would probably pass out directly.

Almost instinctively.

Using her arm as a sword, the first arm mobilized the last strength and used the sword-standing art that she had practiced for a long time.

This move is called the turtle defense technique by Xiao He, and it indeed has an amazing defensive ability. She used the horizontal sword style to abruptly receive Xianyou's blow, and then blocked it with the standing sword style and the back sword style After the next two attacks, although he knelt on one knee, he still held on to his body.

After taking the third move, Chu Luan, like a **** lion, desperately pounced on Xian Yao, hugging her waist tightly, as if trying to lock her up with his body.

Xianyuan didn't resist and let her hug her. "Is it enough?" Xian invited asked.

Chu Lu didn't speak, nor did he let go.

Xianyuan grabbed her left and right wrists and squeezed her.

Hands are dislocated.

Xian Yao left Chu Lu's last embrace, and let her fall to the ground. Chu Lu tried his best, but he couldn't stand up anymore.

Flowers die in the void.

Everyone saw clearly the scene on the meeting platform.

Chu Lu was covered in blood, fell to the ground and couldn't get up, the fairy invitation was indifferent and unstained.

Anyone can see the outcome.

Just as the elder presiding over the meeting was announcing the winner, Chulu, who was lying in a pool of blood, moved her body very slightly. She raised her **** face, moved her lips, and said, "You lost!" .”

Xianyuan stopped.

"Are you crazy?" she asked.

"You are the one who is crazy, sister." Chulu said with difficulty: "You lost because you did not keep the agreement."

"Huh?"

"We agreed that you would fight me at the age of thirteen, but you are not. Your current realm is similar to mine, but this is not the realm you were at when you were thirteen." Strength, say.

Xian Yao frowned slightly and fell silent.

Chu Lu tried to stand up from the pool of blood, but failed. She panted for a while, and continued: "When you were thirteen years old, like me half a year ago, you were still a person who hadn't entered the door of cultivation. Seeing that you are beautiful, the people of the family want to cultivate you into a tool for marriage, but if you don’t want to, you beg your mother, saying, you want to practice”

Speaking of this, Chulu couldn't help laughing, tears came out of laughter. "You are indeed crazy."

Xianyuan shook his head and said: "I have been a genius in cultivating Taoism since I was a child. Surrendering with the spiritual roots of blood, they turned into totems and embroidered on my chest, representing the surrender of the spiritual roots to me. At the age of thirteen, I was famous all over the world, and I had no rivals among my peers.

"But you just said that when you participated in the trial meeting for the first time, your ranking was not good." Chulu said softly.

Xianyuan also fell silent.

"Sister, I know that with your identity, there is no need to cheat in public. The reason why you are inconsistent is because you can't remember clearly." Chulu said.

"Impossible.

Xianyuan said: "I am a born immortal, I remember everything in the past clearly, I can even remember the poems my mother read to me when I was still in the womb.

"But you are lying to yourself. Before the age of sixteen, you were just a mortal. At the sixteenth birthday party, you rushed out the door despite the opposition of your elders, knelt down behind an old fairy teacher, and begged him to accept it." You are an apprentice, and after that day, you really embarked on the road of cultivating Taoism. That old immortal teacher is the suzerain of Daogu Sect. In order to erase this memory, you even changed the name of this sect to Qingsheng Sect. "Chu Lu spoke intermittently, with a breathless air.

Xianyuan fell silent.

The spiritual roots were entangled in her body, and different memories collided in her body. For a while, she couldn't tell the truth from the illusion. For her, this situation had never happened in a hundred years.

"How do you know? Your mother told you? That old woman is going crazy too." Xian Yao was not polite to her biological mother.

"Spirit root.

Chu Lu clenched his fists and said proudly: "When I hugged you just now, I used a spirit root.

"What spiritual root?"

It’s ridiculous to say that Xianyuan has never asked her sister~IndoMTL.com~What is her spiritual root? As for the fact that she doesn’t have the killing spirit root, I can tell by watching her sister’s competition in the past few days conclusion.

"The spiritual root of memory, the memory of memory, through this spiritual root, I can see your past." Chu Lu said. "I think you are a spiritual root of lies." Xian invited shook his head.

Chu Lu ignored her sister's words. She regained some strength.

She got up from the ground and sat on the ground in a pool of blood. She raised her head and looked directly at Xianyuan, with sadness in her pupils, as if she was pitying the number one sister in the world.

"Time will erase everything, and memory can also be deliberately distorted, but the past is the past and cannot be changed. Some people forget it, but some people always remember it. Sister, if you can't remember clearly, I can help you remember it.

Chu Lu smiled miserably, and continued: "Sister, you always think that you have conquered the dual spiritual roots, but in fact, you have been under its mercy from the beginning to the end.

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