I will bury the gods

Chapter 403 Sisters

The circular wooden building surrounds the rectangular high platform of the hall.

Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the young girl on 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 the focus step by step, she still seems to be in a black cave, and the overwhelming gaze is the upside-down eyes of bats.

The spirit nectar revived Chulu's true energy. She had just won the crown, and the palm of her hand holding the black wooden hilt was still hot.

"In fact, 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 icy cold, and the blue-purple veil can still perfectly wrap her shrunken body, as if it was a tailor-made Wan Mu Zi Xia for her. She casually drew a wooden sword and held it in her hand , the wooden sword was stained with her fairy spirit, and the purple air was dense, 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 extremely beautiful, like a pair of flowers on the same pedicle.

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?"

"It's nothing."

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

Xian invites a faint smile, noncommittal.

Chulu, who was wearing red and white clothes, looked like a little witch. She also took a deep breath, but when she let it out, she shouted sharply, "Come on!"

The battle is imminent.

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

In the past, Chu Lu 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 a sword at her.At this moment, when Chulu pounced on her, her heart was trembling, not out of fear, but a pleasure of blaspheming the sacred power.

Zheng——

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

Chu Lu's swift cross-cutting sword was blocked by Xian Yao, and after a brief wrestling, Xian Yao flicked her arm and pushed her away lightly.

Chulu 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. Slash at the top of Xianyuan's head.

Xian Yao's face remained unchanged, she held up 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 scriptures, 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.The swooping posture of the first heron from the sky is the predatory posture of a falcon, which is vividly reproduced in the sword, and the killing is fierce.

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

This is not a sleight of hand.

Just as he 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.

Chulu 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 eyes!

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 a chance to use the spirit root.

Chulu was still wielding 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. She remained calm in the face of danger, stretched her hand to the side of the void, and took advantage of the situation to make a sword with her true energy. Hold it with both hands and slam it down.

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 true air.

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

Chulu slapped her.

She returned a palm.

Two slender palms collided.

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 Xianyao.

Sudden.

Chulu found that a small red spot appeared on the back of his hand.

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

"what--"

Chulu screamed and flew upside down, her petite body rolled on the ground for several rounds, barely stopping 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 they 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 one who can survive the conspiracy and assassination is the real master. When I participated in the trial meeting when I was young, I didn't get a good ranking, but after that In this snowfield adventure, 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 in a martial arts competition, but more like teaching her sister a lesson.

"You're just trying to justify your plot." Chu Lu was not convinced.

"Heh, Chulu, don't you understand? If it's not in the arena where everyone is watching, you have already been defeated by the conspiracy and tricks you look down on, and you have turned into a cold corpse." Xian invited gently shook his head, Turning around, he said: "The victory and defeat have been decided, you admit defeat."

The first heron looked up.

In the familiar position 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 stubborn, stubborn without any surprises."

Xian Yao turned her head, her crimson lips parted, and her eyes could not hide the contempt: "It seems that if you don't beat you up, you will never know the heights of heaven and earth. After I beat you until you can't move, I will fight you with my own hands." Take you back."

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 didn't expect that the leader of this year's trial meeting would still be so vulnerable in front of the immortal invitation who suppressed his realm. Of course, most people also expected this ending.

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 has wasted ten years of cultivating Taoism. It is still too difficult to surpass the fairy invitation. After she has done her best to finish the set of Wu Family Sword When the law fails to hurt Xianyuan, the defeat is already settled."

"indeed so."

Xiaohe nodded and sighed softly.

Chu Lu's martial arts is usually 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 older 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 glanced at Xiao He sideways and complained: " Why is your sorcerer'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 a little bit, and did not get angry with her, but transferred his anger to Lin Shouxi, "What about you? Didn't you teach your apprentice the kung fu of pressing 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?" Xiao He asked again.

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

"I……"

Xiaohe was at a loss for words for a moment, thought for a while, and said, "I am not."

"Then who are you?"

"I'm her teacher's wife." Xiaohe said confidently.

"..." Lin Shouxi was speechless.

"Before Chulu was defeated, you started to pass the buck to each other? Little Chulu is really unlucky to have a master like you." Mu Shijing shook his head and said, "If Chulu is my disciple, at this moment How could it be so embarrassing?"

"Although the apprentices we have taught cannot defeat Xianyuan, they are more than enough to play tricks on 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 help this young girl secretly?"

Mu Shijing was silent.

She thought for a while, then said coldly: "I will not meddle in ordinary people's family affairs."

Shuyu let out a disappointment.

"At such a juncture, no one can be relied on, this little girl is really pitiful." Xiaohe was worried, couldn't help sighing, and said: "I knew, I would use the colorful magic feather to change her appearance and go up to beat the fairy for her." Invited."

"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 began again.

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

After Xian Yao really used her spiritual roots, Chu Lu hardly had any ability to resist. What everyone saw was the wonderful performance of the No. [-] Goddess in Zhenguo in a not-so-high state.

Behind Xian Yao, 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 Chulu.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 root. Even if you win the championship this time, you will definitely die under a strange spiritual root in the future. The best way for you is actually to become an excellent spiritualist. By your side, let me protect you instead of taking up the sword myself."

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

Chu Lu suddenly came to his senses and threw his elbow 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 bloody traces flying like butterflies, and get a glimpse of the splendor of this iceberg of this dance that overwhelms the country.

Chulu, who was in it, could 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 shore, and froze her body at the moment when the epiphyllum was born and died, and was caught by an invisible blow in the void. The whip leg was kicked and flew backwards, falling to the ground and convulsing.

Chu Lu struggled to get up, and there were countless white flowers wrapped around her. She screamed sharply, although she shattered the white flowers with her true energy, many blood holes were inevitably left on her body.

A green lotus floated up leisurely.

On the lotus, the fairy invitation appeared out of thin air. She looked down at Chu Lu coldly and said, "I was still too weak when I was 13. 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... However, if you give you another ten or a hundred years, the outcome will not change in any way," Xianyuan said. : "Whether strong or not, it is often doomed from the moment the spiritual root is born."

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

Chu Lu's Remembrance Spirit Root is indeed miraculous, but it can't be transformed into real killing power in battle.

Blood and flowers fell from the sky.

The fairy invites to smile among the flowers, 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.

Xian Yao fluttered 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 cheeks were covered with bright red palm prints.

Chulu 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. Chulu might stand up a hundred times, but she couldn't stand forever stand up.

really.

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

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 sanity 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 Chu Lu.

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

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

Xian Yao 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 Xian Yao 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.

"Chulu, I think you still have delusions about things like 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 it." The feeling of trampling on you is the feeling of desecrating the blood of your relatives... that's all."

Xianyuan's voice was as pale as frost.

Chu Lu raised her head as hard as she could, and said, "If I knew before that I would be beaten so painfully, maybe I would have begged for mercy, but now I won't. If I beg for mercy now, wouldn't the beating just now be in vain?"

Xian invites a little startled.

She didn't expect that Chulu's reason for not begging for mercy was actually this.

"It's interesting." Xian Yao nodded and said: "Your words are indeed more interesting than your martial arts, but..."

The gentle smile suddenly turned into a cold winter's wind knife and frost sword.

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

Xian Yao picked up 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, he would probably pass out directly.

Almost instinctively.

Using her arm as a sword, Chulu mobilized her last strength and used her long-practiced Lijiajian Yushu.

This move is called the turtle defense technique by Xiaohe, and it indeed has amazing defensive ability. She used the horizontal sword style to abruptly receive Xianyuan's blow, and then used the standing sword style and the back sword style to block the next attack. Although he knelt on one knee, he still held on to his body for two attacks.

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

Xian Yao didn't resist and let her hug her.

"Is it enough?" Xian invited asked.

Chulu didn't speak, nor did he let go.

Xian Yao grabbed her left and right wrists and twisted them.

Dislocated hands.

Xian invited to leave Chu Lu's last embrace, and let her collapse on 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.

Chulu was covered in blood, fell to the ground and couldn't get up, the fairy invitation was ethereal and indifferent, not stained with dust.

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 half covered in blood, moved her lips, and said, "You lost."

Xian invited to stop.

"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."

"Ok?"

"Our agreement is that you will fight me at the age of 13, but you are not. Your current state is similar to mine, but this is not the state you were at when you were 13." Chulu said with all his strength.

Xian Yao frowned slightly and fell into silence.

Chu Lu tried to stand up from the pool of blood, but failed. She panted for a while, and continued: "When you were 13 years old, like me half a year ago, you were still a person who hadn't entered the door of monasticism. You are beautiful, and I want to cultivate you into a tool for marriage, but you don't want to, you beg your mother, saying, you want to practice..."

At this point, Chu Lu couldn't help but laugh, and tears came out of the laugh.

"You are indeed crazy."

Xian invited shook his head and said: "I have been a genius in cultivating Taoism since I was a child. I condensed my energy at the age of five, formed alchemy at the age of seven, and connected with the spiritual root at the age of ten. The spiritual roots surrendered, they turned into totems and embroidered on my chest, representing the surrender of the spiritual roots to me, when I was 13 years old, 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." Chu Lu said softly.

Xianyuan also fell silent.

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

"impossible."

Xian invited 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 16, you were just a mortal. At the 16th birthday party, you rushed out the door despite the opposition of your elders, and knelt behind an old fairy teacher, begging him to accept you as a disciple. It was only a few days later that you really embarked on the road of cultivating the Tao. That old immortal master was the suzerain of the Daogu Sect. In order to erase this memory, you even changed the name of this sect to... Qingsheng Sect." Chu Lu Talking intermittently, the breath is like a gossamer.

Xianyuan fell into silence.

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.

"Linggen."

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

"What spirit root?"

It's ridiculous to say that Xian Yao has never asked her sister what her spiritual root is, and the fact that she doesn't have the killing spirit root is a conclusion drawn from watching her sister compete in the past few days.

"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.

Chulu 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 be deliberately distorted, but the past is the past and cannot be changed. Some people forget it, but others always remember it. Sister, if you can't remember clearly, I can help you...remember it."

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

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