Xuanxia

Chapter 495 Flesh
"Fuck you, you pervert. I took all my fellow sisters and brothers to steal the list, and you chased Huijue away? Huh?"

In the courtyard, in Fu Qingzhou's room, Qiu Chan glared at the weak Fu Qingzhou with her hands on her hips, "Do you know how much risk we took to steal that list? Now you tell me that our efforts were in vain?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "It's a saturation rescue."

"What a mess."

Qiu Chan sat down next to Fu Qingzhou: "Tell me how to compensate."

"What kind of compensation is that..."

Fu Qingzhou said helplessly: "Hui Jue has run away, but his power is intertwined. Even if he is no longer the chief lecturer of Jinchan Temple, he is still a Xuanxing strongman after all. There must be people who cling to him and support him... Now that he has run away, who knows what he will do with these forces and these people?"

"If you find Jiang Baba, you can also implicate many people in these forces, so that we won't be stabbed in the back one day."

Hearing him say this, Qiu Chan suddenly understood.

“That seems to be the case.”

She curled her lips: "Okay, come and take a look at this."

As she spoke, she pulled out a folded paper from her sleeve and handed it to Fu Qingzhou.

Fu Qingzhou took it and looked at it. There were three names written on it, all with the surname Jiang.

"Three Jiangs holding cards?"

He blinked: "Are you sure which one it is?"

"I have to wait for you." Qiu Chan stretched and said, "You have to see them and look at their faces before you can confirm it."

"Oh...right." Fu Qingzhou patted his forehead: "Too many things happened today, my brain is confused."

"Okay, then you take a rest first."

Qiu Chan smiled sweetly at him: "You are still very powerful. You actually managed to deal with a strong man like Huijue by just going to Jinchan Temple. I really didn't expect this."

"Plans can't keep up with changes." Fu Qingzhou also smiled at her: "You are tired too, take a good rest."

Qiu Chan waved her hand and left the room in a graceful manner, leaving only the sound of the wooden door closing.

Fu Qingzhou let out a long sigh and collapsed on the bed.

"Old man, you said..."

He spoke slowly, but suddenly paused.

Finally, it turned into a long sigh.

……

At the end of the Northern Desert, the cliff.

Tianya is not the end of the world, it is the name of a steep cliff.

It stretches across the northernmost part of the Northern Desert, where the sky full of yellow sand is suddenly cut off by a bottomless cliff. Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking further north, there is an endless void, with no desert, no mountains, no grasslands, only the vast sky.

This cliff stretches for thousands of miles, running from east to west. No matter on the east or west side, there are extreme sandstorms all year round. Not to mention ordinary people, even practitioners cannot go deep into it. Legend has it that even a Xuan-star-level strongman has died in the sandstorm.

In the eyes of the people of the world, this place is the end of the world.

At this moment, three figures appeared on the edge of the cliff at the end of the world.

Ning Baimei, Ning Wushu, and...the dean of the Sword Academy, Dong Qianran.

All three of them were wearing hats and cloaks, and their bodies were covered in dust and sand.

"Big brother."

Dong Qianran asked softly, "This... Tianya, is this where the sword demon is hiding?"

"Yes." Ning Baimei said calmly, "In recent years, it has become increasingly restless."

Ning Wushu frowned slightly: "Even you can't kill it?"

"hehe."

Ning Baimei smiled calmly: "It is originally a dead thing, how can you kill it?"

Dong Qianran clenched the sword in his hand, half of his gray hair covered his eyebrows in the wind, and asked, "Big Brother, you have never been willing to tell me why you brought Wushu and I here. Now, can you tell me?"

"can."

Ning Baimei turned to look at her and smiled, "I didn't tell you before, not because I was hiding it on purpose, it's just that the sword demon is sensitive, and it's not at my level. If I mention it outside, it might sense the smoke of the human world, which is extremely dangerous."

Ning Wushu and Dong Qianran looked at each other, both puzzled. "I understand, but you don't understand."

Ning Baimei kept smiling: "Don't worry, I brought you here this time just to let you understand."

After that, he stretched out his hand to Dong Qianran: “Qianran, Xianjian.”

"Yes."

Dong Qianran responded, took off the long sword from his waist and handed it to Ning Baimei.

Ning Baimei took it with his hand, held this ordinary-looking long sword horizontally in front of him, and gently stroked it: "Among the eight swords of the kingly way, only half can surrender their hearts and recognize their masters... Qianran, Wushu, from now on, you should pay more attention to choosing masters for them."

Hearing this, Dong Qianran was stunned.

Ning Wushu was much more straightforward, frowning: "What exactly are you going to do? Don't make it sound like you're entrusting your son to a will. You've fought the sword demon for so many years, and you've suffered serious injuries. You can't die!"

"hehe."

Ning Baimei turned his gaze towards his daughter and said with a smile, "Of course your father will not die."

"Then what are you doing?"

Ning Wushu asked bluntly: "You brought us to watch the battle and told us this and that. If you don't explain clearly, you can't do anything today!"

"Wu Shu, you misunderstood."

Ning Baimei was particularly patient and calm towards his daughter: "But after returning to Beijing this time, I am afraid that I will have to stay in seclusion."

"Retreat?"

Hearing these three words, Dong Qianran and Ning Wushu were both shocked!
"That's right." Ning Baimei said softly, "If nothing unexpected happens, the world will undergo major changes in recent years... Although I am invincible in the world, there are things in this world that are beyond human power. Perhaps... Only by breaking through the state of no self can I deal with it."

Dong Qianran and Ning Wushu looked at each other, both with a hint of surprise.

"Can……"

After a long while, Dong Qianran finally spoke with some difficulty: "This sword demon can be equally matched with you, Senior Brother, how can we..."

"Don't worry." Ning Baimei interrupted her and said softly: "After today, the sword demon's strength will be greatly weakened. Even those below Xuanxing will be able to fight it."

After saying this, he said no more, drew out his sword, and walked towards the edge of the cliff.

Soon, he walked out of the edge and stepped onto the void step by step.

At the same time, a strange and sinister laugh came from the bottom of the boundless and bottomless dark cliff.

The laughter was extremely uncomfortable to hear, like the sound of thousands of fingernails scraping on plastic board, making one's hair stand on end and one's body covered in goosebumps.

The next moment, a huge dark figure rose from the bottom of the cliff.

But both Dong Qianran and Ning Wushu could sense that... the figure as big as a mountain was not real.

It was condensed from endless sword energy and sword intent!

They flow and tumble, without a fixed outline, but converge into a huge figure.

And in the center of the figure, or in the "chest" area, a human figure can be vaguely seen.

The figure's appearance could not be seen clearly, but he was quite tall and handsome. He was wearing black armor, holding a halberd, and had a long sword stuck in his chest.

It seemed that the endless sword energy gathered around this person, and even the so-called sword demon, all came from this long sword!

The moment the sword demon appeared, violent sword energy covered the sky and the earth, and a terrible sandstorm suddenly arose at the edge of the cliff. Dong Qianran immediately stood in front of Ning Wushu, stretched out his right hand, made sword gestures with two fingers, and raised it in front of his chest.

In an instant, dozens of illusory sword shadows surrounded the two of them, blocking the overwhelming yellow sand and violent sword energy.

“No book.”

Dong Qianran said softly: "Don't worry, Senior Brother..."

"I'm not worried." Ning Wushu said calmly, "Father won't do anything without confidence."

As she spoke, her gaze passed through the illusory sword shadow, through the yellow sand and sword energy, and fell on Ning Baimei's back.

That thin, slender figure like a scholar, is he going to shoulder the responsibility of the whole world...

A buzzing sound.

That was Ning Baimei raising his sword.

His expression was calm and he exhaled lightly. The next moment, he turned into a meteor, dragging a long beam of light and stabbed towards the sword demon!

(End of this chapter)