Beyond the Divine States Chapter 121: : Remnant body cuts the world with a sword
And when the sword could not be cut down in the future, there was a phoenix cry in his ears.
The light in Mrs. Bai’s eyes was suddenly swallowed, and when the light flickered, a sword cut through her throat like a machete. The bone armor protecting her throat showed a long and thin crack, and then suddenly shattered. The black shadow that turned into a blade didn't entangle him either, grabbing Ning Changjiu before wrapping it up, and sneaking into the dark night.
Mrs. White raised her head indifferently, looking ahead.
A human figure was reflected in her mirror-like vision. It was a beautiful young man with a red umbrella and long sword, tied with a ponytail, surrounded by a large black bird, and dressed in a white skirt, "Zhao Xianger" "Has been swept by her big bird and pulled to her side.
Ms. Bai couldn't determine her identity for a while, he was... Ning Changjiu?
At this moment, Mrs. Bai's sanity is a little confused, most of her things have been forgotten, and there is only the stereotype of them that has been formed in her heart over the past month.
Although she couldn't take care of them, when she saw them, she had listed them as the ones to kill.
Mrs. White raised the sword in an incomparably straightforward manner, waved her arms, and slashed like lightning.
Zhao Xianger glanced at Ning Changjiu, who was wearing a white skirt, with disgust, and pulled him behind her back. At the same time, she took off the umbrella on her back and opened it with a bang.
Sword Qi smashed into the umbrella surface, the umbrella surface sank a little flexibly, and the sword Qi rubbed the inclined surface of the red umbrella, rubbing and rolling all the way, and the huge impact of the sword Qi was pressing against the shield like a shield. The umbrella surface of her squeezed Zhao Xiang'er's figure all the way out. Behind her, Ning Changjiu held her Xiu back with both hands, and wanted to help her stop the castration, the two of them slipped one after another. One way.
Ms. Bai looked at the old umbrella that seemed to break when touched, tilted her head, revealing a zealous look, the corners of her mouth were raised, the sword was held high, and the trajectory of the sword's heart, It happens to be the midline of the umbrella surface.
"Sister Bai..."
Behind her, Shubai was already awake. He stared blankly at his severed right arm and the bleeding wound, his teeth trembled with pain, and he looked at the bone-covered monster in front of him. , He recognized her as Sister Bai for the first time. He remembered some things he had been manipulated after being unconscious, and a great sorrow emerged in his heart.
He stayed with Mrs. Bai for a month. He originally thought that Sister Bai had some feelings for him. He had also thought many times that it would be better to be enchanted in this way and become her sword through thorns, and wait until everything is over. Always be with her...
But these thoughts were finally shattered after Mrs. Bai polluted his mind with the red moon. It turned out that in Mrs. Bai's eyes, he has always been just a cold weapon. When she needs it, he will castrate. Lose all his humanity and make him the coldest sword.
The fluke in his heart was shattered, but anger and unwillingness followed.
He directly grabbed the severed hand that fell on the ground and smashed it towards Madam White's back.
The long sword hit her back, failed to penetrate, and slid directly to the ground, making a clanging desperate sound.
Ms. Bai heard the figure of the sword landing after cutting out three swords one after another. She turned her head, looked at the young man with a broken arm on the ground, and raised the sword in her hand.
Shubai knelt on the ground, his only hand did not cover the wound, but dropped weakly, waiting quietly for death.
Madam White stared at him, but a struggling color flashed in her eyes.
"Bone and flesh?" Madam White asked mechanically.
Listening to the vague words in her mouth, Shubai raised her head, the tears in her eyes blurred many of her sights.
In the end, Mrs. White did not drop the sword, but turned around and cut off at the two people sheltered by the red umbrella.
The previous three sword intents almost cut Zhao Xianger's feet off the ground. She held the umbrella with both hands and protected her body, and the sound of sword energy rubbing against the umbrella surface was extremely harsh.
Ning Changjiu's arms were also unsupported. After bending, his body directly hit her back, and then he subconsciously wrapped his arms around her waist and helped her to fix her body together to resist the sword energy. Oncoming shock.
Zhao Xianger’s waist is extremely sensitive. If she would never allow anyone to touch it, if Ning Changjiu dared to touch it accidentally during one month of feeding, then it won’t take too long. Ning Changjiu's screams will be heard. But at this moment, the tingling pain of the arm and the lifeless pain concealed the tingling sensation of touching the waist, she just drank softly: "Let go!"
Ning Changjiu released his arm and said, "Go!"
Speaking, he took Zhao Xiang'er's umbrella and held it in front of her. Zhao Xiang'er nodded and called Jiu Yu back, trying to wrap the two together, and then escaped into the night.
Where would Mrs. White give them such an opportunity?
She raised her sword in a correct manner again, but at the moment she fell, her figure had already arrived in front of them, slashed with a sword, and hit the flexible surface of the red umbrella. With a sound, the umbrella surface that was almost indestructible in the past battles unexpectedly stretched a crack from the edge, and under the impact, Ning Changjiu's hand holding the umbrella was almost torn apart.
Zhao Xianger immediately took his other hand and led him to flee in the direction opposite to Mrs. Bai.
They knew that Madame White's divine state could not be maintained for too long. As long as they could delay it for a long enough time, even without their hands, Madame White's body would collapse on its own.
Previously, after Mrs. Bai jumped into the Yellow Spring, the other bank was already unsustainable, leaning towards the west where Zhao Xianger was. Now Zhao Xianger came to this side and broke past the direction of the city, causing the city to start moving towards Lean to the east.
No matter which side it is, as long as the tilt of the city crosses the line, everything and the whole 酆都 will cease to exist.
Ning Changjiu said quickly: "Be ready to cut this world away at any time!"
Zhao Xianger's silver teeth clenched, and the next sword slashed. She barely caught it with a red umbrella, but the umbrella surface was smashed violently, and the umbrella handle made a crunching sound. She rolled to the ground and removed it. With some strength, there was a hum.
This city is the land of the State of Zhao, and there are many surviving people in it. As their monarch, she would never have left the city unless she was in desperate situation.
She would never do anything that might disappoint her mother.
Ms. Bai’s movements are non-stop, every time she lifts her sword and falls, it’s like pulling a big tripod to dig the ground. Zhao Xiang'er and Ning Changjiu are forced to retreat, and the meaning of death turns into a hurricane sweeping the His feet lifted up, but by the resistance of the umbrella, they lifted them up.
Under a moment of imbalance, Mrs. White found a gap that the red umbrella could hardly resist, and cut across with a sword.
Zhao Xiang'er realized the direction that the sword was coming from, she drew her sword out of the umbrella, and pierced the sword energy with the sharp edge of the sword, a circular wave swayed in front of them amidst the sudden impact.
Although Zhao Xianger suffered no injuries, under the suppression of his realm, the gust of wind caused the umbrella to turn over, and he staggered backwards.
Zhao Xiang'er's figure hadn't landed yet, and Madam Bai's long tail suddenly swept away, hitting Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er hard, and smashing them to the other side together.
The city tilts to the west again.
The boy named Ding Leshi had been hiding in the distance and looking at him. At this moment, the wind swept through, and his body lying on the roof was overturned. When he rolled down, he shouted: "Come on, big brother and sister-in-law. Ah! Must kill that enchantress."
Boom!
Ning Changjiu's body was the first to land, while Zhao Xianger used his sword to stabilise his body while preventing the slip.
A very long crack appeared on the surface of the red umbrella in her hand. The crack stretched from the edge of the umbrella to the center, almost halfway through.
Her chest is undulating, and this men's suit is a bit tight for her, and her chest feels tight at the moment.
She squeezed the sword in her hand, looked at the white phantom, stood horizontally with the sword, and kept counting the time in her heart.
Of course Mrs. White will not give them time to adjust their breath, because she has not much time left. The bone spurs on her body have gradually begun to degenerate, and the crown pierced from the blue silk has also begun to decay. These changes bring The coming death breath kept stimulating her, the bone sword that penetrated her palm lit up with a sticky sword light, and her figure suddenly moved, dragging the liquid sword shadow and rushing forward.
The sword lock that Ning Changjiu set up in a very short time was cut off at once, and Zhao Xianger's fighting spirit was like boiling blood. The Jiuyu Huajian was held in her hand, and she rushed forward with the sword. The sword of Mrs. Bai.
"Come back!" Ning Changjiu yelled, trying to reach out and grab her sleeves, but Zhao Xianger's figure was too fast, and the sleeves slipped through his palms and couldn't hold them.
Ning Changjiu immediately turned around and shouted into the darkness: "What are you waiting for?"
There was a whimper in the dark.
That is the sound of piano.
The sound of the piano is like a complaint, like a mournful wind that rolls up the fallen leaves from the grass, and drifts towards the wild with a slow and clear voice.
That's the whimper of the erhu.
Hei Wuchang pulled the erhu from one darkness to another.
In the sound of the erhu, Mrs. Bai's sword movement stopped inexplicably. Zhao Xianger had to slow down a little bit to catch up with her speed. The two collided, and the sword intent was even equal.
Zhao Xianger took two steps back, and Madam Bai also leaned back slightly.
Ms. Bai held the sword and stood in the sound of the piano, seemingly hesitant.
Zhao Xianger still wants to continue to play the sword, but Ning Changjiu grabbed her wrist and whispered: "Go."
The reason returned to the brain. Zhao Xianger took a deep breath, knowing that taking the sword at this moment would only wake her up early. What they had to do was not to kill Mrs. Bai, but to delay as much as possible.
Jiuyu called out, and disappeared into the night with them together.
Ms. Bai reacted after a short period of hesitation. Looking at the black impermanence holding the bow in the dark, she recovered some memories and said: "It's you..."
Sixty-four years ago, she crawled out of the pile of bones to survive by cooking. She followed the refugees to this city and was adopted by a young scholar who was seriously ill. He drank the bone soup in his green sand jar. After drinking it, he really got better, so he asked her what kind of panacea it was.
She answered truthfully at the time.
The scholar ran away and never returned. Later, when I saw him again, he was already a corpse.
She felt guilty in her heart, organized the funeral for him, and also completed the marriage with him. From then on, she claimed to be Mrs. White.
In the funeral music at that time, Impermanence was the erhu inside.
After the funeral, other people playing music were killed by her. When it was his turn, he blinded his own eyes and knelt on the ground, expressing his willingness to listen to her from now on.
So he survived and became the impermanence of today.
And that dead Bai Wuchang always thought that he could be favored by Mrs. White because he was quite talented. In fact, he was just like the benefactor of Mrs. White who had adopted a little girl. He was a down-and-out scholar.
Today, Heiwuchang's face is not covered with black cloth, and hollow eye sockets are exposed. It looks like two huge scars, ugly.
"Are you here to die?"
Mrs. White is already awake and cut out with a sword.
The sound of the piano is annihilated, and the strings are broken.
Hei Wuchang's body was cut into two in an instant, eroded like mulch, turning into smoke and dissipating.
His death is a predestined thing, and he only exchanged a promise with his own death-if Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger can change everything, let the plain-clothed girl who is now Po Meng live alive .
That was his adopted daughter, and there are many stories between them, but they are now cut into two parts by this sword.
In Mrs. White's perception, there is no trace of them hidden.
But the city is still tilting.
She knew it was enough that they were still in the city.
Mrs. White raised her head, her chin almost aligned with her neck.
In the harsh wind, Mrs. White is like a dragon flying away from the deep sea, and in a flash, she came to the junction of Fengdu world and the outside world.
She overlooks the city.
She wanted to make a sword, but found that the bone sword and the palm of her hand had become one.
She wanted to cut off her hand, but felt it was unnecessary.
Everything will decay and ruin in the near future.
So she overturned her body.
The curved surface at the apex of Fengdu World is like a bow.
She used all of her body as an arrow and shot straight down, faster and faster, so fast that no one could cut the world and escape.
She wants to destroy everything in Fengdu.