The villain has been playing badly for ten years

Ning Xiusu felt a chill in his heart and dodged in a panic. When the dark flame in his palm suddenly ignited, he struck at the figure, but it was obvious that he missed again.

I only felt a flash before my eyes, and Wushang passed by like a dark blood-red shadow, breaking the hair crown on his head. His black-dyed hair fell like a waterfall, swaying in the wind.

Ruo Xinyan's Taoist robe fluttered immediately, and her body dissipated like smoke behind her. Her crimson lips were as red as blood and she smiled. With a wave of her hand, the strange blade streaked across the sky like a brilliant ink-red, and returned to her hand, still spinning non-stop.

Oh no, it’s a clone!

When Ning Xiusu reacted, his pupils couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He turned around and jumped up, tilting his head back. The strange blade in Ruo Xinyan's hand was so dangerous that it almost passed by his eyelashes.

"Everyone says you've recovered, but in my opinion, you're still far from what you were before."

Ruo Xinyan asked softly, her reddish-brown Taoist robe gleaming like golden threads in the sunlight.

The sharp hook blade in her hand reflected the dazzling dark red, like a poisonous viper dancing gracefully, its true or false identity difficult to predict.

Ning Xiusu dodged the opponent's fierce attack with almost a panicked look. Just then, he formed a seal and cast a decree talisman. A shimmering dark fire flashed, like a thunderous explosion, forcing Ruo Xinyan back a few steps.

"Why not use Blood Shadow?"

This woman was clearly trying to humiliate him, and her tone was full of mockery and ridicule.

"Is it because you feel guilty that you dare not do it..."

Ning Xiusu was still in shock. Seeing her attacks coming one after another, each one extremely fierce, he could only ask coldly:

"You're forcing me like this. Does it seem like we have a grudge against each other?"

"hatred?"

Ruo Xinyan laughed loudly upon hearing this. Her voice was like a silver bell, very cold and mournful. Suddenly, she waved her hand lightly, and a stream of water light came swirling like a tornado.

In the blink of an eye, he turned his body like catkins in the wind, and lightly avoided another round of attack from the waterspout.

A sly glint flashed in Ruo Xinyan's eyes as she suddenly circled behind him. The double-ended crescent-shaped blade, its tip icy and sharp, gently touched the vital point, but did not penetrate.

Ning Xiusu was startled, and suddenly felt a chill on his chest, and his pale frosty white clothes were torn.

The strange blade in Ruo Xinyan's hand was unpredictable. It thrust upwards and then hooked the blade, instantly severing the belt. The small green bell that had been placed in the pouch around her waist immediately fell out.

He staggered back a few steps before he was able to put some distance between them. He lowered his eyes and saw a wet patch of blood seeping out and soaking his shirt.

When Ruo Xinyan turned around like flowing water, her nail-stained fingers had already held the object in her hand.

Seeing this situation, the chances of winning are too low.

He took a deep breath and said, "Since we are old friends, there is no point in starting a war."

"What tricks does Tian Kuixing want to play again?"

"The reason we came to the temple this time is just for a talisman..."

He pretended to be calm and called out, "Xin Yan'er, the order you received shouldn't be to kill me."

Ruo Xinyan heard a familiar tone for a moment, and suddenly said "Oh", as if she was smiling:

"It's a pity...you have to give me your life too."

Ning Xiusu ignored her threat and just asked:

"The Dojo is determined to use the Shangqing Sect's alchemy to refine Bailuofu, which must be for the Yanjia technique. So, the mechanical expansion blueprints stolen from the Three Flowers Temple are also in your hands?"

Ruo Xinyan's narrow eyes were as deep as the night sky, tempting and provocative. She played with the strange blade in her hand that was flashing with dark red light.

"You always guess. No wonder the Taoist master won't let me kill you."

After hearing her confession, Ning Xiusu couldn't help but wonder, if the Three Flowers Temple and the Azure Lotus Guard were really related, given the habits of the Tianzhao Mansion, why would they cooperate with the Taoist temple... Unless, someone was using the Taoist temple to raise private soldiers.

Ning Xiusu pondered over the matter, but he had no idea what was going on. He then said:

"Xin Yan'er, you should know who the person who cooperates with the dojo is, right?"

Ruo Xinyan didn't answer, but deliberately sighed: "Dayan is no longer the same now, just like you, Ninglang, you have changed a lot..."

Ning Xiusu was suddenly stopped in his tracks by her calling him, and then he heard her suddenly chant:

"The two wait for each other, and the mandarin ducks die together... I will always remember what you said."

What a joke, he had only been hiding for more than ten years, and during this period, apart from changing sides, he didn't do anything ridiculous.

Ning Xiusu's mouth twitched, and he asked tentatively, "Did your memory become confused after your rebirth?"

Ruo Xinyan's sad and resentful eyes suddenly condensed and turned into a trace of vicious murderous intent.

"You really are a heartless and heartless person... Have you really forgotten what happened seventeen years ago?"

Seventeen years ago? I was still in Shangqing Sect. Could it be that there was some mess that I hadn't cleaned up?

As she spoke, the blue water beneath her feet turned into waves. She formed seals with her hands, and a ray of water-colored light suddenly appeared, with faint flashes of electricity.

Countless swirling waves appeared out of thin air behind Ruo Xinyan, as if they had turned into a terrifying tornado, and attacked him with an overwhelming force.

Ning Xiusu was horrified, but he managed to avoid a flash of water.

When she waved her hand, there was a sharp light of water that broke through the air, and a waterspout with extremely cold air swept towards him.

In an instant, the entire river bank was in ruins, surrounded and destroyed by the waterspout.

This scene was obviously to vent anger. Ning Xiusu's body was like a flowing cloud, rising up with the wind, dodging in the waves and wind.

Lightning flashed in the waterspout, and the wind blades and water waves were as bright as knives, swirling behind him like a soul-chasing creature, gradually converging from all sides towards the center.

With a few "sizzling" sounds, his shoulders and calves were cut, and his light frost-white clothes were a little torn, with a faint blood color showing through. It was obvious that there was no way to avoid it.

Ning Xiusu gritted his teeth, mobilized the strange energy in his body, and overlapped his hands to form seals, hoping to use the Shangqing Sect's protective magic circle based on some memory.

The command flashed at his fingertips, and the faint phosphorescence under his feet burned for an instant, rising up like a prairie fire.

The whole place was filled with dark flames like blooming lotuses and roaring dragons, mixed with a few clear light talismans that suddenly appeared. The rune strokes on the edict were like barriers, built from all sides.

The waterspout came in overwhelming force, collided with the barrier, and burst into dazzling light.

At the same time, the air was like blades, suddenly with the force of a mountain pressing down on the top of the head, with a thousand pounds falling on the body.

His heart was beating strangely, and he didn't know if it was because the ghost fire was too violent. It felt like he was being tortured by being burned with fire, and he probably couldn't bear it.

Ning Xiusu felt a fishy taste in his mouth, and heard a loud bang like thunder. The next second, the flickering fire was extinguished.

The waterspout transformed into a powerful impact force, piercing through the chest.

Ning Xiusu's eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell out like a spring, directly crashing into a willow tree on the bank and falling into the river.

The river was surging and swallowed it up in an instant.

Ning Xiusu is a mermaid, and mermaids are not afraid of water, but the water at this moment is really fishy, ​​almost blood red.

Ruo Xinyan restrained the overwhelming light of water and her gaze fell on the river.

Suddenly, a dazzling dark red light flashed in his hand, and the Wushang Blade pierced into the water in an instant, spinning wildly for a while.

Ning Xiusu had originally avoided the vital parts, and the double-headed hook blade scratched his waist, but he caused unbearable pain in his meridians all over his body.

When the blood on the water surface had melted away, she retracted the double-headed hook blade, as if still searching for traces...

The rustling sound continued, and Ruo Xinyan's expression startled slightly when she heard it.

Countless small insects appeared on the ground at some point. Some were as thin as flying ants, some were as long as centipedes, and some were strange insects whose identities were hard to identify. They swarmed towards her...

Seeing this, Ruo Xinyan tiptoed and landed on a high place.

"You are so skilled in controlling insects, who are you?"

"Humph."

Suddenly, an extremely cold laugh was heard, but no one appeared.

The late summer heat is steaming, but the river water is still icy cold. The reeds on the river bank sway in the wind, but they can't hide the coldness of the river water.

Ning Xiusu endured the pain and swam in the river for a while. When a fishy smell came out of his mouth, he was really out of strength.

In confusion, I sank to the bottom of the river, as if falling into an icy cave. As I lost consciousness bit by bit, I heard a few calls, as if it was a hallucination.

It was as if in the extremely quiet ocean of the river, I saw a woman swimming towards me.

In the dim light, her fish tail broke through the deep sea. Ning Xiusu wanted to open his eyes to see more clearly, but he was really tired.

"Brother Beisha."

Her soft voice grew closer, as if coming from a deep, desolate place, until a chill swept through like mist, dispersing and gathering again, like medicine dissolving in the throat, leaving a bitter taste for a moment...

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