Use her as a container? Kill the scumbag master's head with one sword!

Chapter 7 I am by no means a waste!

With just one move, Xie Li knew that she had underestimated the enemy - she had studied hard over the past decades, but Feng Youqing was also growing.

She became stronger, and so did he.

Fifty years ago, she passed fifty moves at his hands. Now, could she really pass a hundred moves?
  This idea flashed through her mind slightly, but after a moment of hesitation, Feng Youqing's sword energy came again. She knew that her sword energy was more flexible and could not be beaten head-on, but she would definitely lose after dozens of moves, so She chose to take a roundabout way and use softness to overcome strength, intending to use up some of Feng Youqing's strength.

It was impossible for her to win, but she had to survive hundreds of moves.

Feng Youqing sneered and watched her dodge. Finally, she hit her against the cave wall with a sudden sword strike, and the sharp sword blade was pressed against her neck.

"Forty-nine moves."

He laughed sarcastically: "Xie Li, fifty years ago you could pass fifty moves. Fifty years later you can't even pass fifty moves. You are not as good as you were before."

Xie Li gritted his teeth.

She had nothing to say.

Fifty years ago, that was such a long time ago.

At that time, she was carefree and had a firm Taoist heart. At that time, she did not experience betrayal or calculation. Her life was smooth sailing, and her character, cultivation, and understanding were all at the highest level.

The moonlight fifty years ago was too bright.

For many years to come, she wanted to find the feeling at that moment, the feeling of being connected to heaven and earth, with her heart like a mirror, but she never found it again.

Feng Youqing looked at Xie Li, her eyes getting colder and colder, and her voice becoming more and more disdainful and mocking: "Xie Li, I told you when you started, you are just a bamboo spirit from the lower world. Even if you practice, you You can’t compare, you can’t compare to me, and you can’t compare to others. You may have good talent in the lower realm, but in the upper realm, you are just a waste.”

He sneered.

His sleep was disturbed, and he became particularly irritable, and all his previous meanness and arrogance were exposed.

他 说:

"Xie Li, admit it, you are a waste. Go back to the lower realm. In the upper realm, a waste like you is destined to die in the hands of others."

"Click——"

It felt like someone had stabbed me in the heart.

Xie Li suddenly raised his head and stared at Feng Youqing. The arrogant and cold man in front of him seemed to change into another face in an instant, a face that was arrogant and cold without any mercy.

It's like the years are coming back again.

The person in front of her had a cold face, raised his sword, and stabbed her in the heart.

Feng Youqing looked at Xie Li, who seemed to have fainted from fright, and frowned. She felt a little regretful, but more importantly, she was disappointed and helpless. He was hesitating whether to beat her again this time or let her go.

She disturbed her sleep.

but……

It seemed that he had beaten her stupid last time.

While he was thinking and hesitating, a flash of green light suddenly flashed before his eyes. The green bamboo sword belonging to Xie Li, which had been knocked away, stabbed at him like a broken bamboo.

Xie Li suddenly took action and slapped Feng Youqing away.

The bamboo spirit's power should have been gentle and agile, but at this moment, the sword energy around her was filled with unspeakable killing intent, and even Feng Youqing was shocked for a moment.

Xie Li slashed at him as if going crazy.

"when."

The stronger sword energy swept forward, and the murderous aura spread out even knocked away the table in Feng Youqing's cave, and the bed where he was originally lying fell into pieces.

"you!"

Feng Youqing was angry and angry.

Xie Li did not stop, her eyes were fierce, and the black circles stayed under her eyes. Her gaze was as faint as a will-o'-the-wisp, but inside, there was a cluster of fire burning.

That is unwillingness and hatred.

She said, "No, you're wrong."

"It's true that I'm just a monster in the lower world, and it's true that I can't compare with you in strength, but I never feel like I'm a waste."

"I won't die either, no one should take my life!"

"including you!"

She raised her head and stared at Feng Youqing. Her eyes changed several times, and she couldn't tell whether the person in front of her was Feng Youqing or the person who shattered her soul and took away her body.

The palm of her hand holding the sword continued to tighten, and the veins were exposed.

"I'll kill you too!"

At this moment, she seemed to have changed. The Green Bamboo Sword was supposed to be an extremely fragile sword and was not suitable for a sword cultivator. In the past, she loved the sword so much because she herself was once a bamboo. She took care of the sword as if she were taking care of herself.

However, she seemed to be going crazy at this moment, not caring about the sword in her hand at all. She only knew that she was going to kill this man until her sword was picked off again.

The seventy-fifth move.

"are you crazy?"

Xie Li's attack on Feng Youqing was not terrible. What shocked her was that Xie Li seemed to be a different person. However, this kind of attack was unstructured.

The sword was knocked away, and the confusion in Xie Li's eyes finally dissipated.

She saw clearly the face of the person in front of her.

She didn't hesitate, summoned the sword, raised her hand again, and attacked. This time, she still didn't last long before the sword was knocked away.

Folded into two pieces.

The ninety-third move.

Feng Youqing was also stunned. For a monk, the sword is his life, and the natal spiritual sword is like his wife, husband, and life.

Even though this sword is not Xie Li's natal spiritual sword.

She has yet to find her true natal spiritual sword.

But I followed her for many years.

"sorry."

He apologized a little awkwardly, but Xie Li stood up unsteadily, using his body as a sword, and grabbed the sword in Feng Youqing's hand.

"Not a hundred moves yet."

She gritted her teeth and refused to give up.

"Come again."

Feng Youqing's expression was silent, the tip of his sword pointed downwards, and the red light in his eyes dissipated a lot. He looked at Xie Li with a bit of confusion and confusion.

"Are you sure? Without a sword, you are no match for me."

Xie Li kicked lightly to breathe.

The eyes shed tears of physiological reason because of the pain.

"I have to win."

Not only because she wants to prove herself, but being competitive and brave is no longer suitable for her who knows everything. She wants to win, just because she wants to live.

After a hundred moves, Feng Youqing will protect her and leave the sect.

Even if she has to come back in the end, she still has to come back to this place, but at least she can find her own way of survival through this.

Feng Youqing's eyes became more complicated.

The arrogant and indifferent young man threw away his Phoenix Fire Sword without hesitation: "In that case, I won't use the sword, otherwise I won't be able to win."

Xie Li endured the pain.

rushed up.

She was knocked into the cave again and again, but in the end she got up again and again. Sometimes, the blood even stained her clothes red, but she did not give up.

Until the end of one hundred strokes.

Finally satisfied, she fell to the ground.

Before she fainted, she didn't forget to pull Feng Youqing's sleeve and murmured in a low voice: "Don't forget your promise."

"it is good."

He picked up the fainted girl and wanted to place her on his bed, but instead he found that he had a soft bed made of various soft furs.

Already... falling apart.

Feng Youqing: "..."

"Thank you."

He gritted his teeth.

"For the good thing you did, you have to pay for my bed when you wake up!"

(End of this chapter)