Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 72: Zhu Ren Zhu Xin

The pear blossoms are in full bloom and drizzle.

Nangongjie’s sword rain burst out, and she was about to cover the sky and the sun.

Ye Que finally took action. He saw his wrists trembled slightly, his toes lightly tapped, and his waist bent, like a gust of wind, walking around with a zigzag against the ground, Zhan Feng wiping the sword rain.

A sword slashed at the edge of the rain curtain.

Before the wind had fallen, the stabbing rain had come out, and the tip of the sword accurately pierced the heart of the dazzling rain showers.

There is a real sword in the heart of the formation!

With an ear-piercing rubbing, Ye lacked his third and fourth swords, and frosted the mist. A whistling and circling forcibly around Nangongjie's Sword of Separation, the bursting essence on the sword burst instantly, blooming into a bunch of broken flowers, and the petals were extremely sharp.

Ye Que kept walking, and his figure suddenly accelerated. The fifth sword thundering straightly wrapped the bursting true essence and traveled several meters before it. When these true essences were spreading, the sixth sword broke the mountain and the seventh sword. The water cut directly split the bursting psychic energy into two, just to the sides of Ye Que's body.

Nangongjie's sword rain fantasy realm disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the true sword hovered naked in the air.

With Qi Yujian, the sword has a fast body speed and a long attack distance, but after all, it is a sword from the body.

Nangongjie's fingers fluttered, Zhenyuan communicated quickly, and the naked Zhenjian trembled. But as soon as the tip of the sword was lifted, it was hit by Ye Que’s sword point, then the blade, then the hilt, and finally the blade was shot directly at the end of the sword, smashing it into the ground, the eighth sword Lingyun four times, one turn Not available.

In this short moment, Nangongjie's spirit sea completely lost the trace of the sword.

Without hesitation, Ye Que Lingyun was followed by Burning Sun’s Ninth Sword, while Nangongjie’s figure retreated, and the Qi Sword rushed out, but each Qi Sword could not penetrate Ye Que’s front three feet. , Every Qi Sword will be directly smashed, and all cuts will be the weakest position of the Qi Sword and the easiest to shake and deviate.

Ye Que's figure is like a scorching sun.

No sound, no sound.

Unstoppable.

The speed of light moves forward.

Ren arrived, the sword came out, shred Nangongjie’s sleeves, cut Nangongjie’s shoulders, pierced Nangongjie’s clavicle, and crossed each other, and the two swords were pointed on Nangongjie’s knees, and finally the tip of the sword Point to the back of his head.

The coldness was restored again.

It's just that the spirit sword stopped the fight and replaced it with Nalan Rongruo's Qingqiu Longsword.

At this time, Nangongjie’s shot-down Sword of Separation has just broken out of the ground, and his master has not dared to mobilize the slightest amount of true essence.

After three breaths, with a snap, Nangongjie fell directly on her knees, blood dripping from her lips. At this moment, there is still half a freehand romance, the most miserable desolation, but in fact , He didn't have a trace of internal injuries in his body, and his true essence was running extremely smoothly.

Nangongjie’s injuries are all traumas, from arms to shoulders, from collarbone to knees.

Within ten meters.

Ye Que made nine swords.

I used the nine swords of the Qingqiu Sword Gate, which are cutting the wind, rain, frost, fog, thunder, broken mountain, broken water, cloud, and burning sun. Even the order of the swords is no different from Nalan Rongruo.

The same sword technique is used in the hands of different people, but the result is very different.

Nangongjie’s eyes are full of confusion and hesitation at this time. In just a few breaths, what has happened? He is clearly in the Starlight Realm, and the opponent is only the Spirit Realm. The true essence must be his strong That is weak.

How exactly did the opponent find his true sword in the rain? How to break your own sword art neatly? How did you cut down your true sword? Finally, keep up with your own footwork and stab your real body!

Obviously, I am at a higher level!

Clearly face-to-face!

Obviously, I am very familiar with the Nine Swords of Qingqiu Sword Gate!

Why are the results so different? Where did you lose? Nangongjie's face was pale, his eyes were full of sadness, and he knelt on the ground, bowed his head motionless, not even paying attention to the tip of the sword on the back of his head.

It looks like it's self-defeating.

"The victory or defeat has already been divided. I just said it. I listened and respected. There is absolutely nothing to say. What can I do now? Do I have to beg for mercy by myself! The young pavilion owner of Yi Jian listened to Yuge's knees and begged for mercy? For the disciple of Qingqiu Jianmen, it would be better to kill him. Even if he survived by luck, his father would kill himself when he returned to Yuge."

Nangongjie closed his eyes lightly, let's listen to it, talk positively about the sword, and die without being wronged.

"Now you know how the sword of Qingqiu Jianmen is going?" Ye Que patted Nangongjie on the shoulder with the back of his sword, the powerhouse of the Starry Sky Realm. This trauma would kill him.

Nangongjie frowned and said nothing.

"Do you still think it is ridiculous to use the sword to protect your energy?" Ye Que patted Nangongjie on the cheek again with the sword.

Still silent, motionless.

After a while, Nangongjie looked up slightly, "How did you do it?"

Ye Que was taken aback.

"I asked how you did it?" Nangongjie turned his head and stared at Ye Que, "have you already broken through the realm of psychics? Did I read it wrong?"

Ye Que shrugged, "You read that right, I am the psychic realm."

"Are you not using the Nine Swords of Qingqiu Sword Gate?" Nangongjie continued to ask.

"Such as fake replacement, you should be able to tell this by yourself." Ye Que smiled.

"Why is that?" Nangongjie was like a hundred thousand whys.

"It's very simple."

The smile at the corner of Ye Que's mouth is more prosperous.

"Because the sword is more powerful to protect the qi, because it is wrong to use the qi to protect the sword, because the sword of the Qingqiu Jianmen is the right way, because you are on the wrong path, that's all."

Four reasons actually explain one thing. Nangongjie only felt that this answer seemed to explain his confusion~IndoMTL.com~, but his mind was shaken, and even the true essence in his body began to be disordered.

"I lost!"

Finally, Nangongjie said three words in his mouth, and his voice was hoarse and extremely depressed.

"Give up?"

Ye Que repeated it, then thought for a while, looked at Nangongjie, and finally said, "Since I have lost."

"Go away then!"

"Don't get in the way here."

The cold wind blows up the spray of the waterfall, and the water splashes on Nangongjie’s face, making it cold! Without continuing to kneel on the ground, he stood up with great difficulty. He who loves to be clean, did not even clean up the soil on his body. He just walked away with his head and hair, bent over and lowered his head, looking like a man from behind. Old man.

Just a few steps away, another word came from behind.

"Remember, my name is Ye Que, the leaves of the leaves, the leaves of the leaves, it is better than the lack of excess."

The sidelines are quiet, especially Nalan Rongruo, the six disciples of Qingqiu Jianmen, whose mouths are wide open, their eyes are wide, and they look like they see a ghost.

Suddenly, a black shadow floated down from the sky.

It was the girl riding a goldfish a hundred meters away. She was wearing a full-length black close-fitting brocade. She had beautiful black waist-length hair, tied behind her very casually like a waterfall, naked. The feet are white and delicate, the cheeks are sharp and sharp, the eyes are bright, but the eyes are a little hot. At this moment, staring at the sword in Ye Que's hand unblinkingly, his little tongue licked his lips gently, as if he had encountered some delicious food.

A gust of wind blows, and the girl's long hair is flying with the wind, her figure is allure.

The bright eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and he pointed at Ye Que's sword, "Your sword is very strange, Zhuren or Xinxin?"

(The second update today.)