[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 213 [English]

Chapter 213 [Jiaoshan] Life and Death Battle

Although the head of Changying has long since passed away, he’s portrait is painted on many scrolls handed down in the world, and the Confucianism Sect Xianxian Hall enshrines the majestic jade carving of the first head, so Ye Wangxi reacted almost instantly: “Si, open the barrier quickly! You can’t beat he!”

Of course I can’t beat it…

Who can beat it?

I am afraid that if Chu Wanning, the most powerful master in the world of cultivation today, fights against him, it will be difficult for him to win.

Nangong Si was trembling, but not because of fear, but because of an extremely strong sadness and anger – the Supreme Master… Xu Shuanglin actually made the remains of the Supreme Master into Zhenlong chess pieces!

Crazy…

Really crazy!

That is their ancestor, the soul of the Confucian Feng Sect, the root of the Confucian Feng Sect, and the deity revered by generations of disciples and descendants for hundreds of years.

It’s Nangong Changying!

The veins in Nangong Si’s neck bulged and pulsed, and he let out an extremely distorted roar, like a tiger roaring in the forest: “Xu Shuanglin!!… No, Nangong Xu!!! Come out!! Come out!!!”

The lingering sound lingers like a vulture coiling around for a long time.

No one answered he, so of course Xu Shuanglin would not come out.

The only person who reacted was Nangong Changying, whose eyes were covered by a silk belt. He turned his face slightly, slid his pale fingers into the scabbard, and the buried sword came out of the box, illuminated by the dragon’s light.

He held the sword and slowly took another step down.

At the same time, Nangong Si took a step back and murmured: “Master Tai…”

Nangong Changying walked steadily, and the tip of his sword touched the jade steps, making a harsh scraping sound.His eyes were covered, and the silk belt was tied with magic after death and could not be taken off. Therefore, he could not see the road in front of him clearly and could only rely on the sound and smell to judge Nangong Si’s position.

“Who are you?”

Suddenly, a low and ethereal voice sounded.

It was Nangong Changying who was talking!

“Why are you trespassing here?”

It is extremely shocking to hear an ancestor who has been around for hundreds of years speak, even if it is just as a precious chess piece.

Nangong Si swallowed his saliva and said, “Master Tai, I…”

“…”

He suddenly let go of the long sword he was holding on to, and knelt down and kowtowed: “This junior is unworthy of me. I am the seventh generation descendant of the Confucian Feng Sect. Nangong Si bows before me.”

“The seventh generation…si…” Changying’s body repeated these words slowly and numbly, then shook his head, raised his sword, and said only one word, “Kill.”

Weapons meet!

After Nangong Si’s blow with he, he only felt his arms were sore and numb. The strength of his ancestors was astonishing. A corpse-white face approached, and his breath was like ice.

“Kill those who trespass.”

“The master!”

The sword flowers were dazzling, and the power of the sword was astonishingly sharp. The iron blades clashed with each other, causing fireworks to fly and flakes of snow to flash.

Xue Zhengyong punched the barrier and said, “Are you crazy? How can you beat it?”

Who doesn’t know Nangong Changying’s bravery?According to legend, he is so powerful that he can break rocks into pieces with one hand even without using weapons.

Deal with him?

I’m afraid ten Nangong Si are not enough for my ancestors to play with.

Nangong Si’s mind was almost blank. He never imagined that one day he would actually confront the first head of the Confucian Feng Sect on Jiao Mountain. With the first blow of the two swords colliding, he was suddenly pushed back ten feet away. If he hadn’t brought his sword to the ground in time, he might have been kneeling in the hay at this moment.

Nangong Changying raised his sword and slowly approached again.

he repeated the command in a low voice: “Kill…”

At this moment, outside the barrier, Xue Zhengyong kept hammering the film angrily. Jiang Xi frowned and pursed his lips without saying a word. The owner of the horse farm simply covered his eyes and said “Oh, ah, ah”, not daring to look. Huang XiaoYue Ze was secretly frightened and thankful – luckily she didn’t catch Nangong Si in the first place. If he had really tied up Nangong Si and came to Jiaoshan alone, he would probably be the one facing the first head of the Rufeng Sect now.

Only Chu Wanning stared at Nangong Changying’s actions without blinking. He felt something was wrong, something was really wrong.

Who is Nangong Changying?

Just look at the two evil beasts that he surrendered, one is the demon dragon and the other is Gun. They are both ancient evil beasts. It goes without saying how terrifying this man’s spiritual power is.Even though he’s soul has long since left his body, and all that remains in the world is his body, and many spells cannot be cast, his fighting obviously should not be affected.

So how fierce is Nangong Changying’s fighting skills?

Near Feihua Island in the East Pole, there is a ruins that the Confucianism Sect flaunts – an island lake.

This lake is neither big nor small. It is stagnant water and has no beautiful scenery. It takes about half an hour to walk around it leisurely.

However, everyone knows that this lake is not a lake, but a small hill. During the fierce battle between Nangong Changying and Gun, Gun used this hill to hide several times. Nangong Changying was in the fierce battle.More than dozens of punches landed on the rocks in a row, and the last punch actually shattered the stubborn rocks hundreds of feet high, causing the earth to crumble and the mountains to collapse. From then on, the mountains disappeared, and the rain accumulated into a pool, creating a lake like this in later generations.

So it’s not that Chu Wanning looked down on Nangong Si, but he felt that when Nangong Changying’s first sword faced Nangong Si, Nangong Si should have flown a hundred feet away, and there would be no chance of getting up.

There is something fishy about this corpse.

Chu Wanning’s eyes were like a sharp blade scraping through every inch of Nangong Changying’s muscles and bones.

Suddenly, he’s sharp gaze focused on Nangong Changying’s arm holding the sword. He paused, and a ball of fireworks suddenly lit up in his mind. He suddenly realized what was wrong –

Over there, Nangong Si was struggling to hold his sword, standing unsteadily. Like the wolf dog he raised, he could be defeated, but he would never escape.He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with his sleeve, and was about to fight again, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him say: “Hit him to the left, and the meridians of his left arm will be severed.”

“Master Chu?”

“Don’t be distracted.” Chu Wanning stood outside the barrier, staring at the two people’s moves with a pair of brown eyes. “Even if Nangong Changying breaks his left arm, we can’t take it lightly.”

Hearing what Chu Wanning said, the surrounding leaders all focused on Changying’s left arm. Sure enough, they found that the left arm of the corpse was weak and weak. Xue Zhengyong was shocked: “Did the meridians of the leader Changying be severed after his death?! Who did it?”

…

No one answered.

But people like Ye Wangxi who are familiar with Changying’s life have quickly understood.

Who did it?Who in this world would cut off his meridians, and who could cut off his meridians?

Nangong Si, who was fighting with Nangong Changying, stared closely at the face of his ancestor, which was exactly the same as the jade carving of Xianxiantang. It was as if Nangong Changying was still alive in this world and had never died.

If he is really still alive, if he is really not dead, if these hundreds of years have been written off, then at this moment, am I undergoing the test of the first generation leader, accepting his trial, and his guidance?

“Nao Baijin! Come here!” Nangong Si’s consciousness gradually returned to his body. He shouted sharply at the demon wolf, turned over and stepped on it, staring closely at the left arm of leader Chang Ying, and attacked at an extremely fast speed.

A scene from his childhood flashed before his eyes.

He stood in front of the magnificent jade carvings of the Xianxian Hall and tilted his head to look at the statue of the first generation leader.

A child’s perspective is always strange. He suddenly turned to Rong Yan and said, “Auntie, this statue is not ready yet.”

“Why isn’t it done?” Rong Yan dragged her luxurious robe, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, coughed lightly, walked to the child’s side, and looked up at the statue of leader Chang Ying, “Isn’t it great? Every detail is vivid and lifelike.”

“…I don’t understand.”

Rong Yan sighed, she is impatient, wishing that she could put the knowledge that took others twenty years to acquire into her son’s head in two years: “The carving looks like a living person, and every detail is very vivid. Didn’t I teach you these two words last time?”

Nangong Si curled his lips and said, “But the carving was wrong.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Look, Auntie.” He pointed at the left arm of the first headmaster and then his right arm, “The left arm is a little thicker than the right arm. I’ve been staring at it for a long time. It must be thick and thin. It’s not asymmetrical at all. Wrong, wrong!”

As he spoke, he raised his two arms to show Rong Yan, and seriously reasoned with his mother: “My arms are the same thickness on both sides, as are my grandma’s, and so are my dad’s… So this carving is wrong, let the craftsmen reshape it!”

“So that’s what Si’er meant.” Rong Yan shook her head and said, “This is not the fault of the craftsmen, but the fault of the Grand Master’s left and right arms.”

“Why? Is it natural?”

“Of course it’s not natural.” Rong Yan said, “The Grand Master is left-handed, and his left arm is much stronger than his right arm. As time goes by, the left side will gradually become thicker and stronger than the right side. Therefore, the craftsman who carved this statue not only did not make a mistake, but was very careful and noticed these subtleties.”

“Zheng——!”

The two long blades faced each other, Nangong Si and Nangong Changying were very close to each other, gritting their teeth against each other through the sparks of flying weapons.

Nangong Changying, who lost his left hand, faced off against Nangong Si, who was scarred but exhausted his last bit of strength.This is a hand-to-hand battle.

Xue Zhengyong had an idea that made him take a breath: “Could it be that the meridians in his left arm…could it be that he cut off himself?!”

In fact, not only Xue Zhengyong, but also many people fighting outside the barrier gradually began to have such speculations in their hearts:

From the high-level disciples of the Confucianism Sect, after they are buried, their eyes need to be covered with silk belts to apply spiritual power. Is it really just for “flying on a crane, looking at the sky”?

Is it possible that Nangong Changying had somewhat anticipated the vicissitudes of life over the past hundred years?

Therefore, when he founded the Confucian Feng Sect, he had already thought of the doomsday twilight of the Confucian Feng Sect. The reason why he covered the eyes of every buried disciple was to prevent them from exerting their strongest fighting power and causing harm to the world.

Therefore, the divine weapon that accompanied him throughout his life was not in the coffin, and what he held was just a long sword.

Therefore, before he died, he cut off all the meridians in his left arm. Even if there were unjust people who used his body to cause trouble in the future, they would not be able to obtain all of his combat power.

But the answer is ultimately unknown.

More than a dozen rounds passed, and when the fight was getting fierce, Nangong Si suddenly caught a glimpse of Master Tai’s brows frowning slightly, muttering: “Nangong… Si… the seventh generation…”

Outside the barrier, Mo Ran was watching Nangong Changying’s every move.As the Immortal Emperor, his observations are different from those of all decent people present. He can accurately detect things that people who have never played the Zhenlong chess game would find difficult to detect immediately.

In Mo Ran’s view, this corpse is obviously different from the others. He seems to have been struggling to regain his consciousness during his lifetime.

This is what Mo Ran was worried about before – although Zhenlong Chess Game is one of the three forbidden arts, there is no spell in the world that is perfect. If a person’s willpower is particularly strong, then the caster must continuously exert spiritual flow on him to suppress the resistance of the chess pieces.

Once the spiritual power supply of the caster is insufficient, the Zhenlong chess pieces will go berserk and out of control, and sometimes even bite the caster. This is why many of the controllers of the Zhenlong chess game in the past have suddenly died of serious diseases, or their meridians have gone retrograde and died suddenly.

Mo Ran’s face was blazing, and his eyes followed Nangong Changying.

he It can almost be concluded that Xu Shuanglin cannot completely control Nangong Changying.

“Bang!”

There was a sudden muffled sound that made Mo Ran’s five fingers caressing the barrier tighten and his tendons protrude.

The difference in strength is still too big.

Everyone present can see clearly that even if Nangong Changying cuts off his main arm and uses force, the master is still the master. Even if the sharp claws are pulled out, this empty body can still compete with juniors of Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng’s level.

If you really want to suppress he, I’m afraid you still have to let people at the level of the head or elder take action.

But neither the leader nor the elders can enter, the barrier is sealed, and it is the territory of the Nangong family. If any of them breaks in rashly, it will cause the spirit of Jiaoshan to rise, and it will be a disservice.

This is a civil war in the Confucianism Sect, and no one can intervene.

If Nangong Si was full of energy, he might be able to lay down the corpse in front of him on his own, but he had suffered too much before.There was another heavy blow. Nangong Si could have easily dodged it, but when he pulled Nao Baijin’s neck ring onto his back, he lost his strength due to a torn wound on his palm and could not hold on.

“Aww——”

Nao Baijin let out a mournful cry, and the sword in Nangong Si’s hand was knocked away and fell to the edge of the barrier.

Mo Ran saw that the sword hilt was stained with the blood seeping out of Nangong Si’s palm…

“Si! Stop fighting! Come out! Let’s think of a solution!” Ye Wangxi kept shouting at him again.

People are always like this, Ye Wangxi himself will not ask for mercy, but Nangong Si is her weakness.

She is crying, crying constantly.

Mo Ran has never seen her cry like this in her previous life. She really looks like a girl now. The two brothers Nangong Liu and Nangong Xu put a resolute and cold mask on her face out of selfish motives.

She always thought that she would never be able to take off this mask, but the moment she saw the blood-stained sword, it turned into ashes.

“Asi…”

The blow was too heavy. Nangong Si gritted his teeth, sweatdropped, and tried to get up from the ground without saying a word, but a cold light flashed through, and the sharp blade reflected on the side of his face.

Nangong Si panted slightly, raised a face slightly similar to Nangong Changying’s, looked up and glared at his ancestor through the bright sword light.

Nangong Changying’s sword was already hanging directly above he.

Inside and outside the barrier, there was deathly silence for an instant.

The author has something to say: Let’s start the fight. It’s an old habit. Since the No. 1 boss has been opened, I won’t update the small theater to break the rhythm for the time being.