I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

A girl in a green shirt, holding a red sword in her hand and an orange sword under her feet, chased after him.

Wang Jiujiu's body was trembling.

On the left and right sides, there were two swords floating, one yellow and one green.

The tip of the sword points directly at the vital point.

So that he could not escape.

"Ning Ruan...if you let me go, I can not tell them that the magic weapon is in your hands."

"There is no hatred between us. There is no need to fight to the death..."

"No, you want to kill me, so you have to die."

Ning Ruan spoke word by word.

Wang Jiujiu was breathing heavily.

Seeing that Ning Ruan had already raised the sword in his hand, he almost yelled out in a burst of defense:

"You and I are both destined to be together, and now we are both in the eighth realm. Why do you think I am definitely not your opponent?"

"Ah!"

The only response to his desperate roar was the girl's nonchalant smile.

next moment.

Ning moved softly.

There was no earth-shaking opening move, no tremendous spiritual power ready to be unleashed.

She just held the red sword and thrust it forward casually.

The action was nonchalant, as if he was just handing over an insignificant item.

however--

To Wang Jiujiu, this sword was like an invisible mountain crashing down and pressing on him with precision.

He couldn't move at all.

This feeling was clearly the same as facing a sword cultivator who was many levels higher than him.

The suppression of momentum.

But Ning Ruan was clearly only at the peak of the eighth realm, which was the same realm as his current one after being suppressed!

The golden-red sword light directly penetrated Wang Jiujiu's body. There was no tragic blood splattering and no earth-shattering explosion.

The sword light, which was condensed to the extreme, destroyed his energy channels and vitality the moment it touched his body with its rich aura of fire element.

"No...I can't...die in..."

The unfinished words can never be finished.

The horror, despair and unwillingness on Wang Jiujiu's face were still frozen.

The shadowy figure fell completely to the ground.

There is no breath anymore.

Ning Ruan put away the sword and casually collected several defensive spiritual weapons that Wang Jiujiu was carrying.

Fortunately, her sword was fast and the spiritual weapon had not yet been activated.

She doesn't value spiritual weapons, but she can give them to others.

For example, Liu'er, whom she didn't dislike.

call out--

A huge fireball hit Wang Jiujiu's body.

The body was quickly reduced to ashes.

Regardless of the race, the ashes after the cremated corpses all look the same... Ning Ruan sighed silently.

After dealing with Wang Jiujiu, she controlled the immortal weapon that had been put back into the storage ring and suppressed her realm again.

After playing with the magic weapon for a long time, she has almost figured it out.

First, he took advantage of the spiritual energy that had just returned to this world and was not yet stable, and combined with the connection between the madman of the Panxi tribe and the immortal weapon, he suppressed the realm of the whole world at the cost of making him bear the backlash.

But the premise is that this world is originally broken and the world is not big.

Secondly, just now, she was still relying on the unstable spiritual energy of this world to directly suppress Wang Jiujiu's realm alone.

There are also prerequisites.

The prerequisite is that Wang Jiujiu’s realm is not high.

……

The realms of all the monks began to decline again.

Ning Ruan hesitated for only a moment before flying back to the place where the madman of the Panxi tribe and the Shadow tribe were fighting.

The smell of blood was very pungent even from a distance.

As she returned, she quickly blocked her sense of smell.

The scene before my eyes was too bloody.

The original battlefield has now become a river of blood.

On the blood river, the shriveled corpses of the Shadow Clan were floating.

She only took a quick glance to know that there was not a drop of blood left in these corpses.

The only living creature present, the madman from the Panxi tribe, was sitting on the top of the mountain, smiling at her with blood on his face:

"You came?"

"Look, do you know how horrified they were when they died?"

“The high and mighty Shadow Clan would actually beg for mercy from me. It turns out they are also afraid of death.”

"I deliberately let them breathe their last and drained all the blood from their bodies. There was so much blood. Can you smell it? It smells so good."

"You said I'm the same as them? No, I'm different. I'm also from the Panxi clan. Since the bloodline must be preserved, why can't it be me?"

He roared out the last sentence.

As if questioning her.

It's like asking myself.

Finally, he stared at Ning Ruan and laughed, "I'll leave the immortal weapon with you first. I'll take it back."

"Why don't you take it now? Don't you like the magic weapon now?" Ning Ruan tilted her head slightly and asked sincerely.

A strong man from the Panxi tribe: "..."

He responded with silence.

When it comes to eloquence, he is clearly far behind.

He looked at Ning Ruan deeply again.

Suddenly.

The Panxi tribe monk suddenly flew up.

Like a stream of light, it flies straight into the sky.

He ran away.

There is no passage through the teleportation array.

Instead, he flew directly out of this lost little world.

It is indeed crazy.

Even if he regained consciousness, he still didn't seem normal.

"Ning Ruan? You came out?"

As soon as the Panxi tribe left, the voice of Instructor Duan came from the right.

Not only Instructor Duan came, but also other human beings.

Behind the human race are the Spirit Butterfly Clan, as well as the Spirit Wood Clan and the Grass Spirit Clan who are chasing closely behind them.

The Eclipse Wolf Clan didn't help either side and walked at the end.

Ning Ruan blinked and nodded, "Yes, it's out."

"How did you get out?" A teacher from Tianyuan College asked subconsciously. As soon as he finished asking, he suddenly stopped, floating in mid-air, staring at the horrified river of blood below with his cloudy eyes:

“This… this is… this is…”

"It's the blood of the Shadow Clan." Ning Ruan answered for him, raising her hand and pointing at the corpses floating on the blood river, "And the corpses of the Shadow Clan."

"Shadow Clan... How could it be? How is it possible? How could they die?"

Behind him, there was the incredulous voice of a strong man from the Lingmu clan.

They suddenly flew forward.

What's more, he fell directly onto the blood river, and his spiritual sense almost completely swept through the corpses of the Shadow Clan.

Then his body trembled and he spoke incoherently, "How did they die?"

Ning Ruan stood outside the blood river and said leisurely, "He was killed by the Panxi tribe."

The strong men of the Eclipse Moon Wolf Clan also approached, their tone cold and a little fearful, "Where are the Panxi Clan?"

Ning Ruan looked up at the sky and said, "He's gone. He left just as you guys arrived. If you chase him now, you may not be able to catch up with him."

This is the advantage of escaping directly instead of using the teleportation array.

Outside of the Small Remnant Realm is the boundless realm. If you are one step late in pursuit, no one will know which direction the enemy will escape to.

Knowing that the Panxi tribe was no longer in this world, the Eclipse Wolf tribe breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he stared at Ning Ruan, suppressing his heavy breathing, "Where is that immortal weapon...where is it?"

Ning Ruan spread her hands, "It was taken away by the Panxi tribe."

The answer was unpleasant, but it was consistent with their guess.

No matter which side wins, they will definitely not let go of the magic weapon.

but……

The strong man of the Eclipse Wolf Clan suddenly asked in a deep voice:

"He slaughtered the Shadow Clan so cruelly, why would he let you go?"