Chapter 2213
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After frightening the woman in red with a sword, the female general in white robe put her sword back into its sheath, and continued to stand silently on the side of the hall, as if she hadn't made a move just now.
King Chambord was so proud that he couldn't help smiling at the woman in the red shirt and said, "Fairy Xiang, can you seriously consider this king's suggestion now?"
"Unexpectedly, there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the small Chambord country." The woman in the red shirt snorted coldly, looked at King Chambord and said, "However, you are still too naive, even if you can hold me, the Holy Church will not treat you If there is any compromise, you should die."
"No way, you are also the incense envoy of the Wanhuo Sect, and the weight is definitely not light, right." King Chambord chuckled, and said meaningfully: "Furthermore, you chose the Chambord Kingdom as the demon leader. Isn't the place of rekindling just trying to steal the formula of my god's incense? Without the god's incense, your plans for the resurgence of the Ten Thousand Fire Cult will be greatly compromised."
"You!" The woman in the red shirt knew that she had indeed made a mistake. She acted too urgently before, but she fell into this man's scheme step by step. Now it's really hard to get out.
"So, don't waste time." King Chambord became a little impatient. "The three of you have a good talk, and the king will help whoever bids the highest price. If you continue to delay, the first incense stick will have to be burned." It's over, when the time comes, you just want to talk, and you won't have a chance."
Only then did the red-clothed woman notice that the twelve maids had already started pouring their respective twelve kinds of spices into the incense burner slowly, and the delicate flames were burning delicately, and there were more complex fragrances in the hall. And a faint fragrance.
"Anyway, sooner or later, I'm going to seek revenge from the Misty Immortal Gate, so I might as well try the two of you first!" After hesitating for a while, the woman in the red shirt flashed two small knives from her sleeves, and looked at Sun Xinxin and Ning Jie coldly .
Ning Jie sighed and said, "You know it's his scheme, but you still go along with him. You're really stupid."
"Stop talking nonsense!" The red-shirted woman was quite thick-skinned, and she didn't break her defenses because of Ning Jie's words, "If you only have words, then obediently be a stepping stone for my revival plan."
Sun Xinxin couldn't help but said at this time: "Are you sure that after you kill us, the king will take the initiative to fulfill the agreement? Since he can go back on his word once, why do you think he won't go back on his word a second time?"
After hearing this, the woman in the red shirt couldn't help feeling shaken again, and looked at King Chambord suspiciously.
"Believe it or not." King Chambord still had the expression of watching the excitement, "Anyway, you are all under the control of this king. I have plenty of time, but you don't."
As he said that, he changed the subject and started to challenge again: "Furthermore, your Wanhuo Cult doesn't have any enmity with this king, but you have a sworn feud with Misty Immortal Sect. You have to kill them sooner or later." Well, you can't figure this out?"
The woman in the red shirt was obviously not a firm person, so she hesitated again, then made a decision, and rushed towards Sun Xinxin and Ning Jie with both knives in her hands.
Ning Jie shook her head and said to Sun Xinxin, "Sister Xin, you don't have enough combat experience, take a step back and let me deal with her."
Sun Xinxin knew very well that she was not suitable for fighting, and her talent in that area was really not high. Instead of causing trouble to her teammates, she might as well simply step aside, at least not to hold her back.
Ning Jie didn't have any weapons at hand, and her eyes were fixed on the small knife in the red shirt woman's hand. After narrowly avoiding the blade, she turned around and stepped, and slashed the opponent's back of the neck with a sharp knife.
The woman in the red shirt snorted, couldn't help but staggered a few steps, her face darkened, she turned around and counted knives at Ning Jie again, the blades were as thick as rain.
Ning Jie didn't fight with her, but kept dodging and retreating, catching the right opportunity.
"Did the Misty Immortal Gate teach you the Misty Step?" The red-shirted woman became more and more angry, and couldn't help shouting: "Or do you mean that you don't have the guts to fight me at all and only dodge?"
Ning Jie was not fooled, and said calmly: "This kind of aggressive method is useless to me, and I don't know how to dodge, so how do I know when to fight back? Blindly punching hard, that's a brainless reckless man."
"The mouth is very powerful, but I don't know if your body skills are so powerful." The red-shirted woman suddenly threw out the two small knives in her hand, and with a sharp whistling sound, they flew directly towards Ning Jie's face.
Although Ning Jie was a little surprised, she was not intimidated. On the contrary, she lightly tapped her toes to raise her agility to another level, and avoided it lightly.
"See how long you can hide!" The red-shirted woman directly turned the two small knives into throwing knives, maneuvering them to entangle Ning Jie at such a fast speed that they whirled like lightning.
After a while, two flying knives turned into four, and four turned into eight... In the entire hall, apart from the scent, there were dozens of flying knives rushing through the air.
"It seems that your limit is thirty-two flying knives." Ning Jie's figure was almost invisible, but her voice was still steady, like a stroll in a courtyard.
Beads of sweat gradually formed on the forehead of the red-shirted woman, as if she was struggling with class education, but she refused to admit defeat: "I have countless throwing knives, thirty-two are enough to cut you into a pulp! "
Because of some unpleasant encounters in the past, Ning Jie has developed a restrained and forbearing character, never acting on her own will. Back then, when he was only saving Xia Tian, it was considered impulsive.
Afterwards, after Ye Yumei's special training, she became more ruthless and calm. When fighting with others, she likes to plan before making a move, and then kill the enemy with one blow.
For example, now, the reason why Ning Jie only dodges and does not fight back is to test the limits of the red-shirted woman and make sure she is not hiding any backhand before deciding to fight back.
"Are you at the end of the ropes? Then it's my turn." Ning Jie smiled faintly, and felt a chill in her palms, flipping up and down, freezing the thirty-two flying knives, and crushing them again It became ice slag.
The woman in the red shirt was astonished. Before she could recover, her neck was pinched by Ning Jie.
"Let go, let me go!" The woman in the red shirt struggled and shouted, "Let go of me!"
Ning Jie said coldly: "Your skills are inferior to others, so you should be willing to bet and admit defeat."
A look of panic flashed in the eyes of the woman in the red shirt, and she hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't, don't kill me, I admit defeat."
"That's right." Ning Jie let go of her hand with a smile, and threw the woman in red on the ground. She didn't even bother to take another look, but turned to King Chambord: "You've seen enough drama, it's time for us Let's do the math."
King Chambord smiled all over his face and clapped his hands: "Wonderful, really wonderful, as expected from the Misty Immortal Gate, but unfortunately, are you sure you won?"
Before Ning Jie realized what he meant by that, suddenly there was a gust of wind behind her, and the woman in the red shirt appeared behind her, stabbing a small knife into the back of her heart.
"Hmph, bastard, you dare to leave your back to the enemy, aren't you looking for death!" The woman in the red shirt couldn't help but grinned grinningly after winning the blow, "The people of Misty Immortal Sect are as stupid as pigs, my Holy Cult and you Zongmen is the enemy of life and death, you actually let me go, but I will not miss this opportunity. Hahaha."
Smiling and laughing, the woman in red shirt suddenly realized something, so the laughter stopped abruptly.
"Have you finished laughing? Have you laughed enough?" Ning Jie narrowed her eyes slightly, her beautiful eyes full of cold murderous intent.
"You, why are you all right!" The red-shirted woman realized something was wrong at this time, looked down, and suddenly found that the knife she thought had been pierced into Ning Jie's back had only the handle left.
Ning Jie sighed: "I wanted to save your life, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it yourself, so I can't blame me."
"Wait, wait, this is all a mistake... Ah!" Before she could finish speaking, Ning Jie slapped the woman in the red shirt on the heart, sending her whole body flying.
The woman in the red shirt was terrified, and just when she thought she was going to die, she touched it with her hand and found that she was unharmed, and she couldn't help laughing again: "Hahaha, your palm is so weak, it's nothing more than that." .”
Ning Jie looked at her expressionlessly and said nothing.
"Hmph, what are you pretending, I'll kill your companion first, and make you regret it for the rest of your life!" The woman in the red shirt raised her eyes, and suddenly found that she had just fallen to Sun Xinxin's side, and she couldn't help laughing grimly. After putting the long sword in his hand, he slashed at the defenseless Sun Xinxin.
Sun Xinxin was really startled, and subconsciously raised her hand to parry.
"You are stupid enough to block the sword with your hand." The woman in the red shirt laughed mockingly.
"Boom!"
The red shirt woman's long sword accurately hit Sun Xinxin's hands, but she didn't get the result she wanted.
At the place where Sun Xinxin crossed her hands, she used spiritual energy to form an invisible barrier, blocking the long sword.
"How is this possible!" The woman in the red shirt really couldn't accept it. If she lost to Ning Jie, she could still convince herself one or two times. Now that she couldn't even hit Sun Xinxin, who looked so weak, her self-confidence immediately collapsed.
"The only person who is truly hopelessly stupid is you." Ning Jie said with a sneer, "However, this is also the last time you will be stupid."
The woman in the red shirt didn't understand, she suddenly felt something, her eyes were filled with horror, and just about to say something, a gust of cold air gushed out from her dantian, sweeping her whole body in an instant, within half a second. Suddenly, the whole person was frozen into an ice sculpture, and then, it exploded and disappeared without a trace.
"She asked for it, Sister Xin, you don't need to be sad." Seeing that Sun Xinxin was in a low mood, Ning Jie couldn't help comforting her.
Sun Xinxin smiled, and said to Ning Jie: "I'm not that fragile. Some people are completely to blame for themselves and don't deserve sympathy at all. I already understood this as early as the year I met Xia Tian."
"That's good." Ning Jie knew that Sun Xinxin was kind-hearted, and she was afraid that she would be overwhelmed with sympathy. Fortunately, she was too worried.
"Okay, very good, very good!" King Chambord looked at this scene, his whole body became excited, and pointed at Ning Jie and Sun Xinxin: "Congratulations, you have won the opportunity to negotiate with this king."
"You really have a problem with your brain." Ning Jie glanced at her disdainfully, "Since the members of the Wanhuo Sect are dead, what do you think you are worth to us?"
When King Chambord heard this, his complexion changed suddenly, and his eyes instantly became gloomy.
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After frightening the woman in red with a sword, the female general in white robe put her sword back into its sheath, and continued to stand silently on the side of the hall, as if she hadn't made a move just now.
King Chambord was so proud that he couldn't help smiling at the woman in the red shirt and said, "Fairy Xiang, can you seriously consider this king's suggestion now?"
"Unexpectedly, there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the small Chambord country." The woman in the red shirt snorted coldly, looked at King Chambord and said, "However, you are still too naive, even if you can hold me, the Holy Church will not treat you If there is any compromise, you should die."
"No way, you are also the incense envoy of the Wanhuo Sect, and the weight is definitely not light, right." King Chambord chuckled, and said meaningfully: "Furthermore, you chose the Chambord Kingdom as the demon leader. Isn't the place of rekindling just trying to steal the formula of my god's incense? Without the god's incense, your plans for the resurgence of the Ten Thousand Fire Cult will be greatly compromised."
"You!" The woman in the red shirt knew that she had indeed made a mistake. She acted too urgently before, but she fell into this man's scheme step by step. Now it's really hard to get out.
"So, don't waste time." King Chambord became a little impatient. "The three of you have a good talk, and the king will help whoever bids the highest price. If you continue to delay, the first incense stick will have to be burned." It's over, when the time comes, you just want to talk, and you won't have a chance."
Only then did the red-clothed woman notice that the twelve maids had already started pouring their respective twelve kinds of spices into the incense burner slowly, and the delicate flames were burning delicately, and there were more complex fragrances in the hall. And a faint fragrance.
"Anyway, sooner or later, I'm going to seek revenge from the Misty Immortal Gate, so I might as well try the two of you first!" After hesitating for a while, the woman in the red shirt flashed two small knives from her sleeves, and looked at Sun Xinxin and Ning Jie coldly .
Ning Jie sighed and said, "You know it's his scheme, but you still go along with him. You're really stupid."
"Stop talking nonsense!" The red-shirted woman was quite thick-skinned, and she didn't break her defenses because of Ning Jie's words, "If you only have words, then obediently be a stepping stone for my revival plan."
Sun Xinxin couldn't help but said at this time: "Are you sure that after you kill us, the king will take the initiative to fulfill the agreement? Since he can go back on his word once, why do you think he won't go back on his word a second time?"
After hearing this, the woman in the red shirt couldn't help feeling shaken again, and looked at King Chambord suspiciously.
"Believe it or not." King Chambord still had the expression of watching the excitement, "Anyway, you are all under the control of this king. I have plenty of time, but you don't."
As he said that, he changed the subject and started to challenge again: "Furthermore, your Wanhuo Cult doesn't have any enmity with this king, but you have a sworn feud with Misty Immortal Sect. You have to kill them sooner or later." Well, you can't figure this out?"
The woman in the red shirt was obviously not a firm person, so she hesitated again, then made a decision, and rushed towards Sun Xinxin and Ning Jie with both knives in her hands.
Ning Jie shook her head and said to Sun Xinxin, "Sister Xin, you don't have enough combat experience, take a step back and let me deal with her."
Sun Xinxin knew very well that she was not suitable for fighting, and her talent in that area was really not high. Instead of causing trouble to her teammates, she might as well simply step aside, at least not to hold her back.
Ning Jie didn't have any weapons at hand, and her eyes were fixed on the small knife in the red shirt woman's hand. After narrowly avoiding the blade, she turned around and stepped, and slashed the opponent's back of the neck with a sharp knife.
The woman in the red shirt snorted, couldn't help but staggered a few steps, her face darkened, she turned around and counted knives at Ning Jie again, the blades were as thick as rain.
Ning Jie didn't fight with her, but kept dodging and retreating, catching the right opportunity.
"Did the Misty Immortal Gate teach you the Misty Step?" The red-shirted woman became more and more angry, and couldn't help shouting: "Or do you mean that you don't have the guts to fight me at all and only dodge?"
Ning Jie was not fooled, and said calmly: "This kind of aggressive method is useless to me, and I don't know how to dodge, so how do I know when to fight back? Blindly punching hard, that's a brainless reckless man."
"The mouth is very powerful, but I don't know if your body skills are so powerful." The red-shirted woman suddenly threw out the two small knives in her hand, and with a sharp whistling sound, they flew directly towards Ning Jie's face.
Although Ning Jie was a little surprised, she was not intimidated. On the contrary, she lightly tapped her toes to raise her agility to another level, and avoided it lightly.
"See how long you can hide!" The red-shirted woman directly turned the two small knives into throwing knives, maneuvering them to entangle Ning Jie at such a fast speed that they whirled like lightning.
After a while, two flying knives turned into four, and four turned into eight... In the entire hall, apart from the scent, there were dozens of flying knives rushing through the air.
"It seems that your limit is thirty-two flying knives." Ning Jie's figure was almost invisible, but her voice was still steady, like a stroll in a courtyard.
Beads of sweat gradually formed on the forehead of the red-shirted woman, as if she was struggling with class education, but she refused to admit defeat: "I have countless throwing knives, thirty-two are enough to cut you into a pulp! "
Because of some unpleasant encounters in the past, Ning Jie has developed a restrained and forbearing character, never acting on her own will. Back then, when he was only saving Xia Tian, it was considered impulsive.
Afterwards, after Ye Yumei's special training, she became more ruthless and calm. When fighting with others, she likes to plan before making a move, and then kill the enemy with one blow.
For example, now, the reason why Ning Jie only dodges and does not fight back is to test the limits of the red-shirted woman and make sure she is not hiding any backhand before deciding to fight back.
"Are you at the end of the ropes? Then it's my turn." Ning Jie smiled faintly, and felt a chill in her palms, flipping up and down, freezing the thirty-two flying knives, and crushing them again It became ice slag.
The woman in the red shirt was astonished. Before she could recover, her neck was pinched by Ning Jie.
"Let go, let me go!" The woman in the red shirt struggled and shouted, "Let go of me!"
Ning Jie said coldly: "Your skills are inferior to others, so you should be willing to bet and admit defeat."
A look of panic flashed in the eyes of the woman in the red shirt, and she hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't, don't kill me, I admit defeat."
"That's right." Ning Jie let go of her hand with a smile, and threw the woman in red on the ground. She didn't even bother to take another look, but turned to King Chambord: "You've seen enough drama, it's time for us Let's do the math."
King Chambord smiled all over his face and clapped his hands: "Wonderful, really wonderful, as expected from the Misty Immortal Gate, but unfortunately, are you sure you won?"
Before Ning Jie realized what he meant by that, suddenly there was a gust of wind behind her, and the woman in the red shirt appeared behind her, stabbing a small knife into the back of her heart.
"Hmph, bastard, you dare to leave your back to the enemy, aren't you looking for death!" The woman in the red shirt couldn't help but grinned grinningly after winning the blow, "The people of Misty Immortal Sect are as stupid as pigs, my Holy Cult and you Zongmen is the enemy of life and death, you actually let me go, but I will not miss this opportunity. Hahaha."
Smiling and laughing, the woman in red shirt suddenly realized something, so the laughter stopped abruptly.
"Have you finished laughing? Have you laughed enough?" Ning Jie narrowed her eyes slightly, her beautiful eyes full of cold murderous intent.
"You, why are you all right!" The red-shirted woman realized something was wrong at this time, looked down, and suddenly found that the knife she thought had been pierced into Ning Jie's back had only the handle left.
Ning Jie sighed: "I wanted to save your life, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it yourself, so I can't blame me."
"Wait, wait, this is all a mistake... Ah!" Before she could finish speaking, Ning Jie slapped the woman in the red shirt on the heart, sending her whole body flying.
The woman in the red shirt was terrified, and just when she thought she was going to die, she touched it with her hand and found that she was unharmed, and she couldn't help laughing again: "Hahaha, your palm is so weak, it's nothing more than that." .”
Ning Jie looked at her expressionlessly and said nothing.
"Hmph, what are you pretending, I'll kill your companion first, and make you regret it for the rest of your life!" The woman in the red shirt raised her eyes, and suddenly found that she had just fallen to Sun Xinxin's side, and she couldn't help laughing grimly. After putting the long sword in his hand, he slashed at the defenseless Sun Xinxin.
Sun Xinxin was really startled, and subconsciously raised her hand to parry.
"You are stupid enough to block the sword with your hand." The woman in the red shirt laughed mockingly.
"Boom!"
The red shirt woman's long sword accurately hit Sun Xinxin's hands, but she didn't get the result she wanted.
At the place where Sun Xinxin crossed her hands, she used spiritual energy to form an invisible barrier, blocking the long sword.
"How is this possible!" The woman in the red shirt really couldn't accept it. If she lost to Ning Jie, she could still convince herself one or two times. Now that she couldn't even hit Sun Xinxin, who looked so weak, her self-confidence immediately collapsed.
"The only person who is truly hopelessly stupid is you." Ning Jie said with a sneer, "However, this is also the last time you will be stupid."
The woman in the red shirt didn't understand, she suddenly felt something, her eyes were filled with horror, and just about to say something, a gust of cold air gushed out from her dantian, sweeping her whole body in an instant, within half a second. Suddenly, the whole person was frozen into an ice sculpture, and then, it exploded and disappeared without a trace.
"She asked for it, Sister Xin, you don't need to be sad." Seeing that Sun Xinxin was in a low mood, Ning Jie couldn't help comforting her.
Sun Xinxin smiled, and said to Ning Jie: "I'm not that fragile. Some people are completely to blame for themselves and don't deserve sympathy at all. I already understood this as early as the year I met Xia Tian."
"That's good." Ning Jie knew that Sun Xinxin was kind-hearted, and she was afraid that she would be overwhelmed with sympathy. Fortunately, she was too worried.
"Okay, very good, very good!" King Chambord looked at this scene, his whole body became excited, and pointed at Ning Jie and Sun Xinxin: "Congratulations, you have won the opportunity to negotiate with this king."
"You really have a problem with your brain." Ning Jie glanced at her disdainfully, "Since the members of the Wanhuo Sect are dead, what do you think you are worth to us?"
When King Chambord heard this, his complexion changed suddenly, and his eyes instantly became gloomy.
After frightening the woman in red with a sword, the female general in white robe put her sword back into its sheath, and continued to stand silently on the side of the hall, as if she hadn't made a move just now. King Chambord was so proud that he couldn't help smiling at the woman in the red shirt and said, "Fairy Xiang, can you seriously consider this king's suggestion now?" "Unexpectedly, there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the small Chambord country." The woman in the red shirt snorted coldly, looked at King Chambord and said, "However, you are still too naive, even if you can hold me, the Holy Church will not treat you If there is any compromise, you should die." "No way, you are also the incense envoy of the Wanhuo Sect, and the weight is definitely not light, right." King Chambord chuckled, and said meaningfully: "Furthermore, you chose the Chambord Kingdom as the demon leader. Isn't the place of rekindling just trying to steal the formula of my god's incense? Without the god's incense, your plans for the resurgence of the Ten Thousand Fire Cult will be greatly compromised." "You!" The woman in the red shirt knew that she had indeed made a mistake. She acted too urgently before, but she fell into this man's scheme step by step. Now it's really hard to get out. "So, don't waste time." King Chambord became a little impatient. "The three of you have a good talk, and the king will help whoever bids the highest price. If you continue to delay, the first incense stick will have to be burned." It's over, when the time comes, you just want to talk, and you won't have a chance." Only then did the red-clothed woman notice that the twelve maids had already started pouring their respective twelve kinds of spices into the incense burner slowly, and the delicate flames were burning delicately, and there were more complex fragrances in the hall. And a faint fragrance. "Anyway, sooner or later, I'm going to seek revenge from the Misty Immortal Gate, so I might as well try the two of you first!" After hesitating for a while, the woman in the red shirt flashed two small knives from her sleeves, and looked at Sun Xinxin and Ning Jie coldly . Ning Jie sighed and said, "You know it's his scheme, but you still go along with him. You're really stupid." "Stop talking nonsense!" The red-shirted woman was quite thick-skinned, and she didn't break her defenses because of Ning Jie's words, "If you only have words, then obediently be a stepping stone for my revival plan." Sun Xinxin couldn't help but said at this time: "Are you sure that after you kill us, the king will take the initiative to fulfill the agreement? Since he can go back on his word once, why do you think he won't go back on his word a second time?" After hearing this, the woman in the red shirt couldn't help feeling shaken again, and looked at King Chambord suspiciously. "Believe it or not." King Chambord still had the expression of watching the excitement, "Anyway, you are all under the control of this king. I have plenty of time, but you don't." As he said that, he changed the subject and started to challenge again: "Furthermore, your Wanhuo Cult doesn't have any enmity with this king, but you have a sworn feud with Misty Immortal Sect. You have to kill them sooner or later." Well, you can't figure this out?" The woman in the red shirt was obviously not a firm person, so she hesitated again, then made a decision, and rushed towards Sun Xinxin and Ning Jie with both knives in her hands. Ning Jie shook her head and said to Sun Xinxin, "Sister Xin, you don't have enough combat experience, take a step back and let me deal with her." Sun Xinxin knew very well that she was not suitable for fighting, and her talent in that area was really not high. Instead of causing trouble to her teammates, she might as well simply step aside, at least not to hold her back. Ning Jie didn't have any weapons at hand, and her eyes were fixed on the small knife in the red shirt woman's hand. After narrowly avoiding the blade, she turned around and stepped, and slashed the opponent's back of the neck with a sharp knife. The woman in the red shirt snorted, couldn't help but staggered a few steps, her face darkened, she turned around and counted knives at Ning Jie again, the blades were as thick as rain. Ning Jie didn't fight with her, but kept dodging and retreating, catching the right opportunity. "Did the Misty Immortal Gate teach you the Misty Step?" The red-shirted woman became more and more angry, and couldn't help shouting: "Or do you mean that you don't have the guts to fight me at all and only dodge?" Ning Jie was not fooled, and said calmly: "This kind of aggressive method is useless to me, and I don't know how to dodge, so how do I know when to fight back? Blindly punching hard, that's a brainless reckless man." "The mouth is very powerful, but I don't know if your body skills are so powerful." The red-shirted woman suddenly threw out the two small knives in her hand, and with a sharp whistling sound, they flew directly towards Ning Jie's face. Although Ning Jie was a little surprised, she was not intimidated. On the contrary, she lightly tapped her toes to raise her agility to another level, and avoided it lightly. "See how long you can hide!" The red-shirted woman directly turned the two small knives into throwing knives, maneuvering them to entangle Ning Jie at such a fast speed that they whirled like lightning. After a while, two flying knives turned into four, and four turned into eight... In the entire hall, apart from the scent, there were dozens of flying knives rushing through the air. "It seems that your limit is thirty-two flying knives." Ning Jie's figure was almost invisible, but her voice was still steady, like a stroll in a courtyard. Beads of sweat gradually formed on the forehead of the red-shirted woman, as if she was struggling with class education, but she refused to admit defeat: "I have countless throwing knives, thirty-two are enough to cut you into a pulp! " Because of some unpleasant encounters in the past, Ning Jie has developed a restrained and forbearing character, never acting on her own will. Back then, when he was only saving Xia Tian, it was considered impulsive. Afterwards, after Ye Yumei's special training, she became more ruthless and calm. When fighting with others, she likes to plan before making a move, and then kill the enemy with one blow. For example, now, the reason why Ning Jie only dodges and does not fight back is to test the limits of the red-shirted woman and make sure she is not hiding any backhand before deciding to fight back. "Are you at the end of the ropes? Then it's my turn." Ning Jie smiled faintly, and felt a chill in her palms, flipping up and down, freezing the thirty-two flying knives, and crushing them again It became ice slag. The woman in the red shirt was astonished. Before she could recover, her neck was pinched by Ning Jie. "Let go, let me go!" The woman in the red shirt struggled and shouted, "Let go of me!" Ning Jie said coldly: "Your skills are inferior to others, so you should be willing to bet and admit defeat." A look of panic flashed in the eyes of the woman in the red shirt, and she hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't, don't kill me, I admit defeat." "That's right." Ning Jie let go of her hand with a smile, and threw the woman in red on the ground. She didn't even bother to take another look, but turned to King Chambord: "You've seen enough drama, it's time for us Let's do the math." King Chambord smiled all over his face and clapped his hands: "Wonderful, really wonderful, as expected from the Misty Immortal Gate, but unfortunately, are you sure you won?" Before Ning Jie realized what he meant by that, suddenly there was a gust of wind behind her, and the woman in the red shirt appeared behind her, stabbing a small knife into the back of her heart. "Hmph, bastard, you dare to leave your back to the enemy, aren't you looking for death!" The woman in the red shirt couldn't help but grinned grinningly after winning the blow, "The people of Misty Immortal Sect are as stupid as pigs, my Holy Cult and you Zongmen is the enemy of life and death, you actually let me go, but I will not miss this opportunity. Hahaha." Smiling and laughing, the woman in red shirt suddenly realized something, so the laughter stopped abruptly. "Have you finished laughing? Have you laughed enough?" Ning Jie narrowed her eyes slightly, her beautiful eyes full of cold murderous intent. "You, why are you all right!" The red-shirted woman realized something was wrong at this time, looked down, and suddenly found that the knife she thought had been pierced into Ning Jie's back had only the handle left. Ning Jie sighed: "I wanted to save your life, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it yourself, so I can't blame me." "Wait, wait, this is all a mistake... Ah!" Before she could finish speaking, Ning Jie slapped the woman in the red shirt on the heart, sending her whole body flying. The woman in the red shirt was terrified, and just when she thought she was going to die, she touched it with her hand and found that she was unharmed, and she couldn't help laughing again: "Hahaha, your palm is so weak, it's nothing more than that." . Ning Jie looked at her expressionlessly and said nothing. "Hmph, what are you pretending, I'll kill your companion first, and make you regret it for the rest of your life!" The woman in the red shirt raised her eyes, and suddenly found that she had just fallen to Sun Xinxin's side, and she couldn't help laughing grimly. After putting the long sword in his hand, he slashed at the defenseless Sun Xinxin. Sun Xinxin was really startled, and subconsciously raised her hand to parry. "You are stupid enough to block the sword with your hand." The woman in the red shirt laughed mockingly. "Boom!" The red shirt woman's long sword accurately hit Sun Xinxin's hands, but she didn't get the result she wanted. At the place where Sun Xinxin crossed her hands, she used spiritual energy to form an invisible barrier, blocking the long sword. "How is this possible!" The woman in the red shirt really couldn't accept it. If she lost to Ning Jie, she could still convince herself one or two times. Now that she couldn't even hit Sun Xinxin, who looked so weak, her self-confidence immediately collapsed. "The only person who is truly hopelessly stupid is you." Ning Jie said with a sneer, "However, this is also the last time you will be stupid." The woman in the red shirt didn't understand, she suddenly felt something, her eyes were filled with horror, and just about to say something, a gust of cold air gushed out from her dantian, sweeping her whole body in an instant, within half a second. Suddenly, the whole person was frozen into an ice sculpture, and then, it exploded and disappeared without a trace. "She asked for it, Sister Xin, you don't need to be sad." Seeing that Sun Xinxin was in a low mood, Ning Jie couldn't help comforting her. Sun Xinxin smiled, and said to Ning Jie: "I'm not that fragile. Some people are completely to blame for themselves and don't deserve sympathy at all. I already understood this as early as the year I met Xia Tian." "That's good." Ning Jie knew that Sun Xinxin was kind-hearted, and she was afraid that she would be overwhelmed with sympathy. Fortunately, she was too worried. "Okay, very good, very good!" King Chambord looked at this scene, his whole body became excited, and pointed at Ning Jie and Sun Xinxin: "Congratulations, you have won the opportunity to negotiate with this king." "You really have a problem with your brain." Ning Jie glanced at her disdainfully, "Since the members of the Wanhuo Sect are dead, what do you think you are worth to us?" When King Chambord heard this, his complexion changed suddenly, and his eyes instantly became gloomy.
