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Text Chapter 900 Ghost Sword (continued)

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    "Angelita!!!" The sword-wielding man suddenly yelled at Angelita who was answering Field's question. Almost at the same time, Shi Bafang suddenly turned around and pounced on Angelita, knocking Angelita down.  The next second, a black blade pierced Shi Bafang's right shoulder.

    "Ah!" Angelita, who saw the black blade piercing Shi Bafang's right shoulder, screamed, and Shi Bafang's voice came to her ears, "It doesn't matter, it's just a little skin injury. Sister Mengxin is here, I won't  Something will happen." After hearing Shi Bafang's voice, the panicked Angelita finally calmed down.

    Shi Bafang, whose right shoulder was injured and whose movements were affected, sat next to Anjielita who was lying on the ground. Han Mengxin came over and quietly started treating Shi Bafang.  Seeing that Shi Bafang's wound healed quickly, Angelita finally felt relieved, but when she looked at the man holding the sword, her big, beautiful eyes were full of anger.

    Seeing this, Shi Bafang said: "Don't mess around. The current battle belongs to Ningping. We can't interfere."

    "He hurt you." Angelita said unwillingly.

    "Well, I know. If I want to take revenge later, I will do it myself. You are not allowed to mess around."

    "I can help you."

    "That's not allowed. Before I fall, I won't allow you to fight with you." Shi Bafang's words were a bit overbearing, but Angelita was very moved after hearing it.  Field, who was standing beside him, rubbed his arms numbly and turned his attention to Ning Ping, who was fighting with the sword-wielding man again.

    At this moment, Ningping is like a bloody man. If this continues, Ningping will be in danger due to excessive blood loss. Field can't help but feel a little anxious when he sees it.

    The man holding the sword was not in a hurry. In his opinion, he was already sure of victory, otherwise he would not have had the heart to attack Angelita who was leaking their secret just now.

    “Ah~ I can’t stand it anymore.” A sigh suddenly came from Ning Ping’s ears.  The voice came too suddenly, just like someone standing next to Ning Ping.  Ning Ping looked around, but couldn't find even a single figure.

    "Stop looking around, I'm being held by your hand. I can't believe where your old cleverness has gone? Why is it so difficult to deal with a space blade?"

    Hearing this, Ning Ping quickly looked at the Qingyun Sword in his hand, and saw a man's face appearing on the hilt of the Qingyun Sword in his hand.

    "You, where are you from?" Ning Ping was surprised and asked subconsciously.

    "Hey~Have you forgotten who I am after not seeing you for a while?"

    "Of course I won't forget it. You are the sword soul in Qingyun Sword, but how did you come out?"

    "This little thing doesn't bother me. It's just Ning Ping, what have you been doing during this time? Why do I feel that your power has not only not increased, but is showing signs of deterioration."

    "This, this. Is this happening?"

    "Why not? Then a space blade will make you suffer a lot, and you will almost lose your life."

    "You said that guy is holding a space blade?" Ning Ping asked quickly after hearing this.

    "Hmph! What is it if it's not a space blade? I'm not blind yet."

    "Then do you know how to deal with that space blade?"

    "Think about it carefully. The attack method of the Space Blade is to cut through the space and surprise the opponent. Can't you think of a solution to this attack method?" After saying this, the sword soul of Qingyun Sword seemed to lose track.  As Ning Ping continued to talk, the human face on the sword hilt gradually disappeared.

    As long as there are so many reminders, it is enough for Ningping.  The man holding the sword looked at Ning Ping standing there talking to himself with a sword, and mistakenly thought that Ning Ping had lost too much blood.  Auditory hallucinations have begun.

    But just as the man holding the sword was waiting for Ning Ping to collapse to the ground, he saw Ning Ping's figure flicker and quickly close the distance with him.

    "Hmph, why don't you give up?" The man holding the sword snorted coldly when he saw this.  With a wave of his right hand holding the space blade, the front end of the space blade disappeared, and then appeared on the lower right side of Ning Ping, attacking Ning Ping's right leg.

    "Dang~" Qingyun Sword resolved this attack. Ning Ping did not feel proud at all, but instead accelerated his pace again.  The man holding the sword didn't seem to expect that his attack would miss, and he couldn't help but let out a "huh" sound. However, the man holding the sword didn't realize the danger yet, thinking that it was just good luck that Ning Ping was able to dodge the attack just now.

    ……

    It’s just that no matter how lucky a person is, he can’t escape every time. There is only one possibility for this to happen, and that is that the opponent has mastered the weakness of his own moves.

    "How is this possible?"?How much effort do you have?  "The man with the sword couldn't believe his own inference, but the facts were just like the man with the sword. In the subsequent attacks, no matter how fast the man with the sword attacked or how tricky the angle was, he could not touch Ning Ping.  Ning Ping always avoided him by just a hair's breadth.

    “Damn it!” The man holding the sword cursed secretly, and had to take the initiative to distance himself from Ning Ping.  But it was too late to hide now. Ning Ping had already entered the area where the sword-wielding man could strike.

    "Kill!" Ning Ping shouted low, raised his Qingyun Sword, and cut open the sleeve of the man holding the sword. Unfortunately, the man holding the sword was not a vegetarian either, and barely escaped Ning Ping's blow.  He looked down at his sleeves and then at Ning Ping, who was a little regretful about his loss. The man holding the sword began to look solemn.

    Danger needs to be nipped in the cradle. In just a short time, my opponent has grown from being passively beaten to taking the initiative. If this guy continues to grow unscrupulously, he may become this guy one day.  His men were defeated.  This is something a man with a sword cannot tolerate.  In order to eliminate future troubles forever, the man with the sword put away his playful attitude and took a serious attitude for the first time.

    Ning Ping was not complacent just because he succeeded once. From the fight with the sword-wielding man, it can be seen that the sword-wielding man is a veteran of swordsmanship. Once the sword falls into his hand, he can control it as easily as his arm.  freely.  Seeing the man holding the sword's expression become serious, Ning Ping knew that the next battle would be the most intense.

    Ningping, who had figured this out, had no reservations.  As a warrior, his intuition told Ning Ping that he should not be careless in the battle, otherwise his life might be in danger at any time.  Ning Ping, who believed in his own intuition, shouted loudly and used all his abilities.

    The two people chose to release their murderous intent at the same time.  For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire tower seemed very solemn, so dull that it made people feel breathless.

    Almost at the same time, the two people took action, both with the purpose of killing each other, and they attacked without mercy.  The retractable blades of the Space Blade kept appearing around Ning Ping's body, while Ning Ping was more straightforward. He held the sword in his right hand and the opened healing bottle in his left hand. As long as there was no concern there, he would immediately give treatment. Later,  It's even more troublesome.  He directly poured all the remaining healing energy in the healing bottle down from his head. He no longer cared about the sword blades that kept appearing around him, and rushed straight towards the man holding the sword.

    Knowing that he must keep a distance from Ning Ping, the sword-wielding man quickly opened the distance between him and Ning Ping. However, under Ning Ping's focused pursuit, the distance between the two became shorter and shorter.  Finally reached the level of face to face.

    "Kill!" Ning Ping shouted, and stabbed the man holding the sword in the heart.  The man holding the sword saw this and had no choice but to avoid it.  He could only raise the space blade in his hand to resist.  But what the man with the sword didn't expect was.  The space blade he held in his hand was so fragile that it could not withstand even a single collision. The space blade, which was about one and a half meters long, was cut in half by the Qingyun Sword in the middle.

    Ning Ping never thought that this would happen.  In Ning Ping's plan, the best way to deal with the space blade in the hands of the man holding the sword is to close the distance with the man holding the sword, so that the space blade, which requires distance to be effective, has no use.  But the space blade is so fragile.  But it greatly exceeded Ning Ping's expectations.

    "This, is this a fake?" Ning Ping asked in a low voice.

    Hearing this, the man holding the sword became furious. He raised the broken sword in his hand and struck Ning Ping on the forehead.  Ning Ping quickly raised his sword to parry.  As a result, there was a "dang" sound, the Qingyun Sword was fine, and the space blade in the man holding the sword was broken again. Looking at the current length, if it happens one or two more times, the space blade will be renamed the space dagger.  .

    “Damn it!” the man holding the sword cursed angrily.  He raised his hand to strike again, but he felt sorry for the space blade in his hand. Holding a long sword and holding a dagger were two completely different feelings.  Men with swords prefer the feeling of holding a long sword, rather than holding a dagger like an assassin.

    Although it was pitiful that the man holding the sword had an accident with his space blade, Ning Ping did not let go of such a golden opportunity and immediately launched a fierce attack on the man holding the sword without mercy.  Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, who would have thought that retribution would come so quickly. Ning Ping took back the suffering he had just suffered from the sword-wielding man with his own money and profit.

    At this time, the sword-wielding man no longer had the elegant swordsman style in white clothes before, but instead competed with the senior beggar.  That hole-in-the-wall outfit, if Ning Ping didn't want to be immoral, the sword-wielding man probably wouldn't even be able to keep his underwear on at this moment.

    "You, don't be proud, I haven't lost yet." The man with the sword glared at Ning Ping and said stiffly.

    Ning Ping heard this and replied: "Okay, use whatever tricks you have, but I want to see what other tricks you have."

    "Hmph! As you wish." The man holding the sword snorted coldly and said slowly.  As the man with the sword finished speaking, the man with the sword opened his mouth and slowly put half of the Space Blade in his hand into his mouth.  Ning Ping saw this and sneered: "Don't commit suicide by swallowing a sword if you can't think of it. If you make a mistake and put a sword in your mouth, do you think you'll feel uncomfortable?"

    Ignoring Ning Ping’s sarcasm, the man holding the sword slapped the hilt in his mouth with his hand, and the spatial blade was swallowed by the man holding the sword.  Immediately afterwards, the sword-wielding man's eyes lit up, staring at Ningping like two searchlights.  Ning Ping was a little frightened by those eyes.

    Before Ning Ping could react, the sword-wielding man suddenly squatted down and struck a horse stance. His left hand clenched his fist at his waist, and his right hand became a knife and swung it towards Ning Ping. He shouted loudly: "Haha~"

    Ning Ping felt a gust of wind blowing towards him. Just as he was about to raise his sword to parry, he heard the voice that appeared before sounded again, "Lower your head, don't take it hard!"

    Out of trust, Ning Ping chose to obey and gave up his original plan. As soon as he dwarfed, he felt something flying over his head.  I felt a little itchy on my face, and when I reached out and touched it, I saw that it was my chopped hair.

    "It's amazing. I didn't expect this guy to have cultivated to the point where man and sword are integrated into one. Ning Ping, you are far behind compared to others."

    "Can you please stop talking so much and think of something quickly?" Ning Ping couldn't bear to argue with the other party.  He shouted while dodging the sword-wielding man's sword attack.

    The man holding the sword was really terrifying, and I couldn’t see what kind of weapon he was using. With just a simple wave of his hand, a sword energy was released, and the power was astonishing.  The iron wall has left traces of the sword energy.

    If you defend for a long time, you will lose. Ning Ping, who knows this very well, does not want to be dismembered by the invisible sword energy in the end. He can only place his hope on the sword soul of Qingyun Sword. Since that guy reminded himself at the most critical moment,  That means this guy doesn't want to see himself die.  But what disappoints Ning Ping is that the sword spirit of Qingyun Sword doesn't have any good ideas about the current situation.

    "It's really useless. Forget it, I'll just rely on myself." Ning Ping, who didn't get a satisfactory answer, could only choose to believe in himself.  Ning Ping firmly believed that as long as he was willing to fight hard, there would be no obstacle that he could not overcome and no enemy that he could not deal with.

    "Drink~" followed by the man holding the sword shouted.  A sword energy flew towards Ning Ping.  Ning Ping dodged an iron bridge before Ning Ping could stand up.  The next sword energy flew straight up between Ning Ping's legs.  If this is hit.  Then Ningping will change from one to two, and death is certain.

    Ning Ping didn't bother to get up, and immediately rolled sideways to avoid the sword energy, and then rushed towards the man holding the sword, trying to repeat the same trick.  Use the same method to deal with the space blade to deal with the sword-wielding man at this time.  But the man holding the sword seemed to have already talked about Ning Ping's use of this hand. The man holding the sword suddenly looked up to the sky and roared. Ning Ping, who was charging, felt a huge resistance in front of him, and Ning Ping had to steady himself.  shape.  But once he stabilized his body shape, the speed of forward thrust was gone.

    "Hey~" Two sword energies flew towards Ning Ping one after another.  When Ning Ping saw this, he could only raise his Qing Yun Sword and prepare to make a call. But before Ning Ping could make a move, Qing Yun Sword stopped. It went against Ning Ping's will for the first time. When Ning Ping saw this, he could only give up his original plan.  Instead, focus on avoidance.

    "Hey, what's going on with you?" Ning Ping asked angrily at the face on the hilt of the Qingyun Sword.  But that face didn't show any shame for running away from the battle. Instead, he said to Ning Ping with some pride: "I have already thought of a way to deal with that guy. Do you want to hear it?"

    "If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have anything to say, hurry up. I don't have time to cooperate with you right now." Han Mengxin replied angrily, and by the way, she once again dodged the sword energy attack of the man holding the sword.

    "Boom", an iron wall that had been ravaged by the sword energy of the man holding the sword finally could not withstand the destruction of the sword energy and was destroyed.  The light from outside suddenly shone in.  This unexpected surprise made Ning Ping stunned, but the urgent voice of the human face on the sword hilt came to his ears, "Block the gap quickly, don't let that guy get outside."

    Ning Ping didn't bother to ask the reason, and immediately stepped in front of the gap, and then asked: "What's next? Are you planning to let me be beaten passively?"

    "How could I do something like that? Listen, the next thing is very important and is directly related to whether you can defeat that guy."

    "I am listening."

    "Then listen carefully, I will unlock a seal on the Qingyun Sword, so that this Qingyun Sword has the power of light, and what you have to do is to use the Qingyun Sword to refract the sword light. Remember, what is refracted by the Qingyun Sword  The sword light is very powerful, don’t hit one of your own by mistake.”

    NoWithout the slightest hesitation, Ning Ping raised the Qingyun Sword in his hand. With a twist of his wrist, a refracted light shot straight towards the man holding the sword.  Unfortunately, because he didn't aim, his accuracy was a little off, and he only hit the wall to the left of the man holding the sword.  But even this made the man holding the sword startled.

    "The sword in your hand seems to be a great treasure." After a brief moment of panic, the man holding the sword said with greedy eyes staring at the Qingyun Sword in Ning Ping's hand.

    The answer to the man holding the sword was two rays of light refracted by the Qingyun Sword. One light missed the target, while the other light hit the man holding the sword on the right shoulder.  The sword-wielding man with an injured right shoulder was furious. Unfortunately, he didn't have teammates like Han Mengxin, nor did he have the healing bottle in Ning Ping's hand. An injury was an injury, and there was no panacea that could make him recover as before in a short time.

    The sword-wielding man who was accustomed to using his right hand suddenly switched to his left hand. It was inevitable that he was not used to it. Ning Ping was not a pedantic person. He still knew the principle of killing you while you are sick and planned to implement it.  Points of light fell on the man holding the sword, hitting him with bruises all over his body. Ning Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief from the previous injuries.

    "Stop playing, Qingyun Sword is about to lose its support." Just when Ning Ping was about to finish off the man holding the sword in one go, the sword spirit in Qingyun Sword reminded Ning Ping.  Although Ning Ping was a little regretful, he still listened to Jianhun's opinion.  Sword Soul was somewhat pleased to see this, and said aloud: "Not bad, I can still listen to other people's opinions. After this matter is settled, remember to come to Qingyun Sword. The method of entry is the same as before. I think you can also  Not forgotten."

    After hearing what Sword Soul said, Ning Ping secretly complained a little, but the cruelty of reality forced Ningping to bite the bullet and prepare to accept the torture of Sword Soul.  It's better to suffer yourself than to watch your lover suffer and there's nothing you can do about it.

    Ning Ping walked up to the sword-wielding man who seemed to have lost the ability to resist. Just as he was about to finish off the sword-wielding man, he heard a roar coming from above his head. The voice sounded like Han Yu.  (To be continued)
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