This female leader is a little bit stronger

More and more people agreed to go down the mountain to help, until they were awakened by Bai Jingze's words:

"Can impulsiveness block a knife? What's the difference between this and just giving your head to the enemy?"

"Does anyone still think that committing suicide is something extraordinary?"

"Before you act impulsively, ask yourself, has anyone so far been able to withstand the sword wind of Wan Jian Ling?"

"Sword winds don't kill, but down the mountain, there's a battlefield with real swords and real spears!"

"Don't let your impulsiveness lead you to your own death and end up becoming a burden!"

Bai Yunchu looked at his younger brother.

Although he was wearing a mask that concealed his expression, Bai Yunchu knew that he didn't want to stay here more than anyone else.

Lin Yu, standing by, crossed his arms across his chest, frowning bitterly, "Raining, so annoying!"

Several Jindan people stood silently in the corner.

Suddenly, Chen Wuyuan moved and walked out the door.

Zhao Heng followed immediately, "Old Chen, do you want to go down the mountain? I'll go with you!"

Chen Wuyuan said: "No, I'm going to the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb."

Zhao Heng: ???

He Miao:!!!

Chen Suxin: ...

Miao Xiaoluo: "Let's go, let's go together!"

Many people shared the same idea as them and went to Wanjian Tomb.

But this time, with the determination and courage to go all out!

The masked boy said something very right. If everyone can't even withstand the wind of the sword, how can they resist the real sword?

Impulse is temporary, and after the heat of the moment, it may be replaced by fear and cowardice.

At that time, they were no longer a support, but a burden.

……

It is darkest before dawn.

The sky seemed to have a black hole, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The thunder talismans that Ning Ye had stored for a long time were almost used up.

The disciples of Badao Sect continued to attack.

Hu Youtian was very proud, "Come on! Her thunder talisman is exhausted!"

Ning Ye grasped the Crescent Moon Sword again, and his moves were as fast as lightning, beheading the approaching people one by one.

When she broke the golden sword, she didn't kill anyone!

She did not kill anyone when she cast the thunder talisman.

but!

When Ning Ye swings the knife, a dead soul will inevitably appear under the knife!

Ning Ye's soul was burning, his eyes were as cold as ice, as if he had become a killing machine.

She won't let anyone pass by her!

There were flashes of swords and rains of blood, and screams of agony.

The disciples of Badao Sect gradually felt frightened. If they rushed forward, they would lose their lives!

But you can't not rush either.

Each of them had sworn an oath of loyalty to the sect leader, and if they broke it, their fate would be worse than death.

The battle continued until dawn.

As the sun rose, the rain finally stopped.

At this time, there was a sea of ​​blood and corpses in front of Ning Ye.

No one expected that just one person could block the simultaneous attacks of so many people.

As if he didn't feel any pain or tiredness.

Ning Ye stood behind the pile of corpses, his golden cloak was dyed bloody, and the back of his knife was also covered in blood.

Although his face was expressionless, he looked like a deadly demon, with invisible murderous aura filling the air.

The disciples of Badao Sect were finally frightened and dared not charge again.

Hu Youtian also stopped giving orders, because the Badao Sect had lost so many people that night that he was panicked.

If he rushed forward blindly, he might end up being the first to be left alone.

At this moment, he turned to look at the white sedan behind him and said, "Situ Yin, you promised me that you would help me attack the Tianning Sect. Now that you're here, how long are you going to sit idly by? Ning Ye has been almost exhausted. Now show your trump card! As long as you kill her, the Tianning Sect will be yours and mine!"

In the white sedan, Situ Yin did not respond yet.

Judging from last night, Ning Ye’s fighting ability was beyond her imagination.

Situ Yin was even considering whether Ning Ye was really almost exhausted as Hu Youtian said.

Just in case, she still reserved her move and sent a message:

"Master Hu, besides the semi-artifact golden sword, your Ba Dao Sect also possesses a deadly weapon—the evil spirit puppet. How about you use the puppet and test it again? I heard that the evil spirit puppet can easily kill even a peak-level Divine Transformation cultivator. I think you can definitely get rid of Ning Ye!"

Hu Youtian's eyes darkened. This Situ Yin was used to using others as pawns, and she wanted to reap the benefits without any effort.

"I've already lost a golden sword. If I lose the evil spirit puppet, my Ba Dao Sect will be completely depleted!"

Situ Yin said, "If that's the case, our Tianyin Sect will definitely not stand idly by. And I promise that after we take over the Tianning Sect, you'll be the first to choose the treasures inside."

Hu Youtian narrowed his eyes. He had already suffered such a huge loss, so naturally he wanted to get the biggest share of the benefits. He was just waiting for Situ Yin to say this.

Since Situ Yin had promised it himself, he no longer hesitated and took out a black box sealed with a lot of talisman paper and red thread from his arms.

Even though it was tightly sealed, a small amount of eerie aura still leaked out from the cracks in the black box, which was quite terrifying.

Hu Youtian took a deep breath, carefully tore open the talisman paper, and then untied the red rope one circle at a time.

As the box was unsealed, more and more negative energy came out of it.

Until the box was fully opened, inside was a faceless black rag doll.

The black rag doll was covered with marks of stitches.

Hu Youtian looked at it with complicated eyes.

He got this evil spirit doll by chance from the Cangqi Peak.

At that time, he was outside the sword cave, thinking about how to deal with the sword wind.

He didn't expect the last solution, but suddenly saw a black shadow jump out from the sword hole and landed just at his feet.

It was a black rag doll that was in tatters, all of its limbs had been cut by the sword, and even its face had been cut off.

Hu Youtian sensed extraordinary power from the doll, so he picked it up and sewed it up himself.

The evil puppet is bloodthirsty and consumes a lot of blood and essence each time it is used, so he doesn't use it often and only keeps it as a foundation.

But at this moment, I have to take it out!

At the same time, Ning Ye's heart skipped a beat, and a strange memory appeared in his mind.

A dark hospital ward, with broken lights flickering and bright red palm prints all over the snow-white walls.

It was quiet and dark, she was walking alone, and it seemed as if there were prying eyes behind her...

She turned around and saw a rag doll with a terrifying shape suddenly pounced out from the shadows!

Ning Ye was startled and suddenly came to his senses.

The memory ends abruptly here.

She touched her chest, still in shock and feeling confused.

Why would she be afraid of a rag doll when she is not afraid of ghosts?

When he was distracted, Ning Ye did not notice that the Mingyang Sword behind him trembled slightly.

But she saw Hu Youtian slowly raise his arm, and a familiar black shadow appeared on his palm...

Ning Ye frowned.

Hu Youtian's smile was terrifying, with the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears. As if he didn't feel any pain, he bit off a piece of his finger and used his own blood to draw a ghost face on the black puppet's face.

The moment the ghost face dotted the eyes, the puppet seemed to come alive, its limbs jumped in shock, and a thick yin energy emanated from its body.

The sky suddenly darkened, as if retreating from dawn to night. A cold wind blew, and it gradually became pitch dark.

"Hahahaha……"

Everyone could vaguely hear a sinister laugh in their ears, and they broke out in cold sweats.

Hu Youtian pointed at Ning Ye and ordered the evil spirit puppet: "Kill her!"

The evil puppet's head turned around quickly, and its bloodshot eyes locked onto Ning Ye!

At this moment, Ning Ye's throat seemed to be suddenly pinched by a pair of invisible hands, and his breathing stagnated.

The evil spirit puppet automatically flew out of Hu Youtian's hand, and at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, it appeared in front of Ning Ye in the blink of an eye, and its broken arms went towards her neck -

"Hehehehe... I caught you again!"

At the critical moment, a dark force surged out from under Ning Ye's cloak and transformed into a huge sheep's hoof, which knocked the evil spirit puppet that was rushing towards him to the ground.

Then he stepped on it and crushed it hard.

"Hee...wooooooo ...

The evil puppet's joy instantly turned to sorrow, and its laughter turned into crying, with a hint of pleading in it.

Ning Ye breathed a sigh of relief, touched his healthy neck, and then looked at the sheep's hoof. He turned his head back along the sheep's hoof and finally saw that it was actually separated from the Dark Sheep Sword.

"The Dark Sheep...it's actually a sheep!"

Although it was a black sheep leg, the wool looked shiny and slippery. Ning Ye couldn't help but stroke it. The sheep leg felt the touch and trembled slightly.

The evil puppet that was stepped on seized this opportunity, broke free, and was about to escape...