Chapter 2071 Demon Possession

Looking down from the sky.

On the entire mountain, densely packed snakes and lizards spread rapidly like a plague.

A remote stream bridge.

The two snakes and lizards caught up with the human cultivator.

Nie Zizheng walked with his sword in hand, and said quickly, "Quickly fight and decide, or else you won't be able to escape."

The child slowly climbed down from Wei Ni's shoulder and said, "Wei Ni, you shoot first."

Wei Ni has held up the guqin and pressed his hand on the strings.

He looked at the child, and saw the child squatting on the side of the road, picking the branches on the ground.

He looked at Nie Zizheng again, but saw Nie Zizheng rushing forward, his long sword turned into a cold glow, and stabbed at the slightly larger snake lizard like an electric shot.

This is the moment!

Wei Ni's hands are off.

The sound of the piano curled up, instantly turning into the sound of a golden iron horse, and layers of sound waves erupted.

——No Forbidden Sound!

The two snakes and lizards sank suddenly.

The slightly larger snake lizard was about to pounce when it was caught by the sound of the piano, and it suddenly stumbled.

——The sound of the piano seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, which greatly affected their actions.

Nie Zizheng's eyes lit up.

Chance!

The long sword in his hand made a vibrating sound, and a sharp sword shadow burst out. It flew out of the sword and stabbed straight into the throat of the snake lizard.

At the same time, the child picked up a long branch as thick as an arm, drank it softly, and threw it out.

fingertips-

Nie Zizheng retracted his sword and sheathed it.

He shivered suddenly, as if suffering severe pain.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Wei Ni asked

"It's okay." Nie Zizheng reluctantly said.

The child glanced at it, opened his hands towards Wei Ni, and said:

"Put me on your shoulders - we've got to get away quickly."

Wei Ni had no choice but to put away the piano and put him on his shoulders.

"Go!" Nie Zizheng shouted in a low voice.

He and Wei Ni flew towards the distant wilderness one after the other.

By the river bridge.

Sora left behind the bodies of two four-legged snake lizards.

A corpse was pierced through the throat, and a large empty hole was revealed in the neck, and only a little flesh and blood remained together.

Another slightly smaller corpse had its eyeball pierced by a branch—the branch sank deep into its eye socket, mashing the entire snake brain into a paste.

...

Its daybreak.

The sky was overcast, and the wind was swift and sudden.

Under a leeward rock pit.

Wei Ni stretched out her hand and plucked a note on the guqin.

He sensed for a moment, shook his head and said, "I didn't find any other classmates."

Nie Zizheng lowered his eyes and said, "They should all be dead."

Wei Ni was stunned and lost his voice: "How is it possible, there are so many masters in the sect, how could it be—"

He shivered a bit, but did not dare to continue.

Nie Zizheng said solemnly, "Something is wrong."

"What's the matter, Senior Brother Nie?" Wei Ni asked.

"The saints and elders took away their direct disciples. There are actually no masters on the mountain. Such an obvious loophole..."

He suddenly stopped.

There are some things that I just don't dare to say anymore.

Because it's so unbelievable.

Wei Ni suddenly said, "Senior Brother Nie, your master is the strongest kendo practitioner on the mountain. Where is his old man?"

"He's dead." Nie Zizheng said lightly.

Looking at Wei Ni's expression, he explained: "The moment the demon broke out, the first thing to do was to surround and kill my master with all his strength."

"My master died in battle, and the other swordsmen also died."

The child looked at him and said softly, "So you are the last sword cultivator of Wanyin Sect."

Nie Zizheng turned his eyes to the child.

"Your name is Xia Sheng?"

"right."

"Do you still have time to learn new sword techniques?"

"Of course, I am a peerless genius."

"Peerless genius... Okay, let's see if you can remember these things."

"...This entire booklet is full of sword tricks?"

"Yes, see if you can remember them completely."

The child took the thick booklet of swordsmanship and flipped it over with ten lines at a glance.

Nie Zizheng stood aside, his eyes showing hope.

The child quickly turned the entire booklet and handed it to Nie Zizheng: "I remember it all."

Nie Zizheng pondered for a few breaths, and said, "Kaishan Sword Art, the fifth form."

The child pointed to a sword and made a heavy stroke in the void.

Boom!

There was a heavy crash on the ground.

Nie Zizheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and continued, "The Four Seas Sword Art, the ninth form."

The child clasped his hands together and circled around Nie Zizheng like a bird.

"now."

Nie Zizheng looked at the surrounding void and said.

In an instant, several sword shadows appeared, and then quickly disappeared.

Nie Zizheng let out a long breath and asked, "Xia Sheng, why do you want to be a swordsman?"

"I need the trust of others," said the child.

"Trust? You want others to trust you? Then what?" Nie Zizheng asked.

"This will make it easier for me to save them." The child said seriously.

Nie Zizheng was silent for a while, and murmured, "Fortunately, I met a peerless genius like you, and your swordsmanship... I have just seen that it is worth inheriting our swordsmanship."

He took off the sword from his waist, held it in both hands and handed it to the child.

The child looked at the sword, and saw that the body of the sword was shining with water, reflecting the clouds in the sky, and there was not a single flaw.

"This sword is called Changcun," Nie Zizheng said.

"Why longevity?" the child asked.

"Awe-inspiring, righteousness lasts forever." Nie Zizheng said.

He said solemnly: "This sword is a sword repair saber that has been handed down by the Wanyin Sect for several generations. Its previous owner was my master, and now I will pass it on to you." Nie Zizheng said.

The child said, "Why did you pass it on to me?"

"There is no other way, I have other tasks, I am afraid I will never return." Nie Zizheng said.

Wei Ni lost his voice: "Senior brother, what are you going to do? I'll go with you!"

Nie Zizheng shouted, "Shut up, your mission is to take Xia Sheng away—you have to live until the saint returns."

The child didn't care about the conversation between the two, but just stretched out his hand and gently held the Changcun sword.

"This sword is too long for me." The child sighed.

He is only five years old, and his stature is still small, and he cannot command this sword like an arm.

next moment.

The long sword erupted with a fierce roar.

I saw that the whole sword was completely shattered and reassembled, turning it into a short sword of the right length.

The child nodded with satisfaction, and turned his head to a sword.

The sword slammed into the back of Wei Ni's head, knocking him unconscious.

After doing all this, he asked Nie Zizheng:

"Let me see what's going on with you."

Nie Zizheng said unexpectedly, "Did you feel it?"

"Yes, you have an evil smell on you." The child said.

"How do you know? Who are you?" Nie Zizheng asked in surprise.

"Are you afraid of me?" the child asked.

"It's not that I'm afraid. You have Jianxin in your swordsmanship, and you're a member of my generation. That's not wrong." Nie Zizheng said.

He suddenly trembled.

"Evil nature...I can't hold it anymore...Don't move, I'll take a look." The child said solemnly.

He took a few steps forward and was about to press his hand on the opponent.

But he saw a strange smile on Nie Zizheng's face.

"Hahahaha, come out, come out, I'm finally out!" He laughed wildly, and his figure was about to step back.

But saw a sudden flash of sword light.

Nie Zizheng froze in place, and the smile on his face disappeared completely.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.

I saw a long sword as smooth as a mirror stuck in my chest.

Nie Zizheng immediately showed an expression of incomparable resentment, gritted his teeth and said:

"You kill me? If I die, he will die too—the kind that's blown away."

The child did not speak, holding a sword in one hand and making a move towards the void in the other.

boom--

Void cracked.

The endless golden waterfall completely enveloped Nie Zizheng.

I saw a phantom gradually emerge from his body——

It was Nie Zizheng's soul.

"It's extremely difficult for you to be controlled by that evil law after you have supported it all the way here. From now on, I will protect you." The child said softly.

A golden light split open behind him.

The soul looked at the golden light, and couldn't help shaking, and said, "So you are the real innate—"

Before he finished speaking, a suction force came from the golden light, which directly sucked him in.

In an instant, all visions disappeared completely.

The child said: "He has died safely, and he can be reborn in the future. Now tell me, what the hell are you?"

Nie Zizheng stared at him, suddenly grinned and said, "Do you think I'll tell you something if you restrain me with a sword?"

"If you don't say it, you will die." The child said.

"Haha, I'm not afraid."

Nie Zizheng - or the existence in his body, raised his hands, twisted his head with force, and threw it at the child's feet.

he died.

The child was silent for a few breaths, picked up the head, laid the body flat on the ground, and put the head in place.

"King Ling!" The child shouted.

The corpse slowly opened its eyes.

The child said: "Hello, we meet again-"

He raised his long sword and pierced the opponent again.

The corpse glared at him.

"Sorry, I can restrain you and keep you occupying this body," said the child.

"King Ling... how could you do this..." The corpse said in disbelief.

"Such a simple evil method, just read it once."

The child said blankly: "Now tell me, what the hell are you?"

"What if I still don't say it?" Corpse said.

"From now on, if you don't say anything, I will kill you until you say it."

The child held the dagger and said indifferently.