Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags

　　 In the center of the desert, the magic is everywhere.

　　Diffuse blood fog covered the sky, and the field of vision was covered with blurry and dark red. Looking up, it seemed that even the lone moon hanging on the horizon was dyed blood, and there was a bit of awe-inspiring murderous intent for no reason.

The sand bandits and Lu Wanxing's cultivation are not high, so they can barely contain some magic repairs; He Zhizhou and Lin Xun work together to repel the demonic tides, while Tian Xianzi concentrates on suppressing the aura from Pei Ji's body, frowning all the time .

　　 "Not good, the devilish energy on that kid is gradually dissipating."

　　 Under the sand dunes in the distance, Qing Heng squeezed the long knife in his hand and hurriedly said to Huo Jiao: "The group of people are guarding him...We can't get in at all!"

　　 Huo Jiao said "Yes".

　　 Qingheng said that it is true that with their strength, it is difficult even to get close to Pei Ji.

　　 It's ridiculous to want to come. The Demon Realm that used to be so powerful and competed with the realm of comprehension, now there are only a group of miscellaneous fishes with low cultivation bases. The group of Golden Core Nascent Soul cultivators in the desert is already the demon race's best combat power.

　　 Since Pei Ji has become enchanted, it is clear that only the last step is needed before they can escape from the big formation.

　　 I don't know when, the monstrous vortex set off by Pei Ji gradually subsided.

　　The billowing sand tended to calm down, as the tide receded, slowly revealing the submerged shadow - the black-clothed boy who should have lost consciousness picked up the long sword from the ground, the night was like ink, and a slender figure was outlined.

　　 Pei Ji woke up.

　　 Their plan...failed.

　　 Everything shouldn't be like this.

　　 They designed the Xuanxu Sword Sect and the group to separate, and then sent Liu Xiuyuan to kill He Zhizhou, Lin Xun, and Wen Hemian. As for Tianxianzi, they would send some demons to block the way and prevent him from finding this place.

　　 At that time, Ning Ning will die, Pei Ji will enter the demon sacrificial formation, the three demon gods will break out of the formation, and the status quo of the same talents in the cultivation world will inevitably be unable to resist.

　　 should be like this.

At that time, all tribesmen will be able to leave the desolate and remote demon realm, walk out of this deadly desert, and go to the endless city-states, rivers, mountains and rivers in the distance, as well as the legendary silver-clad, white snowfields everywhere. .

　　 The feeling of being **** in a cage is really hard to endure.

"Lord!"

　　 Qingheng said anxiously: "Pei Ji failed to enter the devil, Tian Xianzi is guarding him again, and there is no hope of breaking the dust of Liangyi... Let's escape back to the demon realm soon!"

　　 However, the young Mozu monarch was silent for a long time, and when he turned his head to look at him, his face was as clean as water.

　　 Huo Qiao said in an uncommon tone: "Besides him, there is another person who can break the formation, right?"

　　 Qingheng was stunned.

　　 "If you can take everyone away, it must be another **** storm, remember to take care."

　　 When he opened his mouth, he raised his gaze and looked at the lonely moon in the sky. He seemed to think of something, and suddenly turned his head and stared at the tall man beside him.

　　 There was a gust of wind.

　　 Huo Jiao smiled at the corner of his mouth, straightened his back, and arranged the clothes that were slightly messy due to the wind and sand: "It looks like...I am a monarch not so embarrassed, right? Qing Heng."

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　　 On the other side, the melee center.

　　 Ningning successfully escaped from the sea of ​​knowledge. After some consideration, he has roughly figured out the current situation.

　　 The demons wanted to send Pei Ji into the demon sacrifice formation. Now that the devilish energy is gone, their plan is undoubtedly swayed. There should be no recovery. The best solution is to obediently surrender.

　　 As for the "system" placed in her mind, that is, the original owner of this body "Ningning"...

　　 It is reasonable to say that since she found the secret book that records time and space retrospect, the circle of cause and effect has been closed, forming a mortal situation.

　　 However, it has been so long since then, the original owner did not choose to kill her, I am afraid it was not out of mercy, but must save her life first.

　　 The other party wanted to transfer all the cause and effect of death to her, so that Ning Ning would bear the destined death for her, and now it is impossible to deal with her before the death.

　　 That is to say, the system had previously threatened her with vows. If she did not complete the task, she would be executed on the spot, which would not be the case.

　　 Once she, the ghost of the dead, dies ahead of schedule, "Ningning" will occupy this body before the death catastrophe arrives. There will be no shield at that time, and she will not be able to escape the destiny of death.

　　 So for the time being, the other party will choose to keep her life.

　　—But what can she do with such a short gap?

　　 Ning Ning doesn't know, and can't think of it.

　　 The reason why she didn't die with the system at the time was all because she knew the magic repair plan, and wanted to use her death to induce Pei Ji into the demon. In order to stop this conspiracy, she rushed to find this place.

　　 As for now...

　　 The original owner has not broken the deadlock after thousands of reincarnations. How can she survive this fate?

　　Perhaps ending this reincarnation with self-discontinuation is her best choice now.

　　 This thought suddenly flashed across his mind, and Ningning subconsciously clenched the Starscar Sword.

　　 In a trance, I suddenly noticed that the blade wind was like thunder not far away, mixed with a heavy explosion, and struck straight in the direction where she was.

　　——It is the demon man named "Qingheng".

　　 Qingheng is not weak, if it hadn't been attacked by her before, she would definitely not fall down so easily.

　　 A long knife was slashed vigorously by him, cutting it off like water, moonlight and continuous yellow sand.

　　Following his movements, all the remaining demonic cultivators also sent out, showing a tendency of encirclement from all directions, surrounding the crowd.

　　 is not like an offense, it's more like blocking their way forward.

　　 Ningning couldn't dodge, and was about to draw the sword, but saw Pei Ji bullying her body, and in an instant, she took this powerful blow for her.

　　 The moment when the long sword and the long sword collided, there was an extremely long buzzing sound.

　　 "It's not right... It's not right."

The system that had been silent for a long time actually made a sound at this moment, and the voice that was the same as Ningning was trembling violently, and he almost roared hysterically, telling her: "Quickly break through the encirclement and suppression! These demons just want to hold you down, Huo Qiao-- !"

　　 It's a pity that I couldn't finish this sentence.

　　 The magic repair came one after another like desperately, Pei Ji protected her behind, still carrying the residual magic energy on her body, and the blood overflowing from her eyes and enemies were scarlet.

　　 There was a clear sound of swords colliding with each other, as if there was no time to stop.

　　 Unsuspectingly, in a position deeper in the desert, a loud and deafening explosion suddenly struck.

　　 Ningning heard the **** aura that was so strong that it could not be evacuated, and the rapidly expanding wind sound like a sharp wailing, completely covering the voice in her mind.

　　-Immediately, the devilish energy was like a blowout, but in an instant, it became like an abyssal beast with a huge mouth, engulfing the entire desert.

　　 Suffered from torture, ten thousand arrows pierced his heart, and sacrificed his body.

　　 Someone did this.

　　 The system stopped and there was no sound.

"How is this going?"

　　 Tian Xianzi blocked a fencing tactic, quickly turned his head, and looked at Wen Hemian under the sand dune: "Brother! This devilish energy, the dust of Liangyi——"

　　 Wen Hemian naturally guessed what was happening, and spoke through the sound transmission: "Someone tried to break the formation, the aura in the demon realm has leaked from the crack...We must go to the source of the demon energy immediately."

　　 Apart from Pei Ji, who else can have such a strong devilish energy? According to the current depressed situation of the demons, is it the lord of the clan?

　　 is crazy!

　　 Tian Xianzi gritted his teeth secretly, repelled the demon repairer before him, and said loudly: "He Zhizhou, help me!"

　　 He Zhizhou saw the demonic energy and knew that the situation was wrong. He quickly understood the intention of the uncle, and quickly stepped forward to block the attack on his side.

　　 Liangyi Dust Array is built by the spiritual power of countless decent monks. Although it cannot be completely broken through the devilish energy of one person, as long as the gap is large enough, it may lead to terrifying monsters from the demon realm.

　　 Tian Xianzi didn't even have a wry smile left, pursing her lips and frowning.

　　 And he has smelled the breath of those monsters.

　　...The breath of the demon god.

　　 Tian Xianzi and Wen Hemian rushed to the dust of Liangyi immediately, Lin Xunhu was beside Wen Hemian, and then advanced towards the depths of the desert; He Zhizhou, after the three broke off, did not allow Moxiu to follow him.

　　 There are not many demon cultivators left. However, as the devil qi becomes more fierce, the devil qi in their bodies soars, and their strength has increased by nearly two realms compared with the original.

　　 "Which two are your masters? Everything is too late, even if they rush away now, the ending will not change in any way."

　　 Qingheng lost to Pei Ji. He was wounded all over his body under the long sword, and was repelled by a sword a few steps away.

　　 He didn't care about it, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he struck forward together with the other demons again.

　　 These people who came out of the Demon Realm were ready to die the moment they hit the righteous monk.

　　 This fierce battle tonight is destined to survive only one side.

　　 This is a sacrifice that must be made for the freedom of more people.

　　 "That said...but before the lord leaves, let me bring you a message."

Qing Heng talked for a while, a smile appeared on his bloodstained face, his eyes skipped Pei Ji and reached Ning Ning: "He saw some clues about the evil curse on the girl. The lord called you respectable. Opponents, if you win this battle, you may be able to use the method he provided."

　　 Ningning had a stature.

　　 "Evil curse?"

　　 He Zhizhou was dumbfounded: "What evil curse?"

Qing Heng ignored him: "This curse should be a long-lost'replacement' in the rumors. The evil cause produces evil results. Since you are bearing the evil cause of others, if you want to change the mortal result, you must find It must be enough to reverse the blessing of cause and effect.

　　There was still a magic repair attacking beside him, Ningning waved the star-scarred sword in his hand, and listened carefully to him to continue: "If the blessing and the misfortune strike each other, we can escape from the dead."

　　Blessings and misfortunes are equal.

　　 But her death is approaching, how can she get so much blessing. Ning Ning nodded, and kept hitting back: "Thank you."

　　 "Thank me for what I do? I don't want to have anything to do with you."

　　The man laughed for some reason: "You should thank our lord, he is a weird person, he doesn't know what he is thinking all day, and the bad guys who haven't experienced war are always worrying."

　　 He said after a while, the long knife in his hand faced He Zhizhou's sword, his expression a little grim: "But how can you survive? The big battle is broken, the demon **** is born, the world can only be the territory of the demon clan."

　　 He Zhizhou heard it almost madly: "What is the dead end? Ningning, you can tell me clearly, what is going on!"

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　　 The more you walk in, the darker the moonlight is covered. When the formation barrier is approaching, the surrounding area has no fingers, and it is too dim to see the slightest light.

　　 Lin Xun smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. With the extraordinary senses of the cultivator and the bright white sword light reflected by Tian Xianzi, he caught a glimpse of a pool of dark red flesh in his field of vision.

　　 Tian Xianzi raised his hand to cover his eyes: "Don't look."

　　 As soon as his voice fell, he heard Wen Hemian's whisper: "Hold your breath, beware of the northwest direction."

　　 Lin Xun looked up, and under the sword light, the barrier of the two-dimensional dust formation was reflected with white light, like an arched rainbow bridge rising from the ground.

　　 A crack visible to the naked eye resembles a shattered mirror, spreading tremblingly to the surroundings, and protruding from the crack——

　　 Lin Xun held his breath and opened his eyes wide in horror.

　　 That is a huge palm made of molten lava and rocks. Looking back along the arm, after the formation, you can see the huge body of the giant like a mountain.

　　 It just stretched out one arm, and the coercion and magical energy it emitted were so strong that it was suffocating, and the surrounding air was scorching hot like flames.

　　 This is a force far beyond his imagination, Lin Xun couldn't help shaking all over.

　　 "There is a lot of demon breath here, I am afraid there is more than one demon **** who wakes up."

Tian Xianzi said: "We must solve it as soon as possible while it has not broken away from the formation, and then re-seal the dust of Liangyi. Otherwise, when the cracks get bigger and bigger, the others will follow them... It's completely hopeless."

　　 Lin Xun looked at him incredulously.

　　 There are three of them now.

　　He, Jindan Vegetable Chicken, a super nonexistent young disciple, shivered at the sight of the devil.

　　 Elder Wen, the sea of ​​consciousness was destroyed. Although some spiritual power has been restored after recuperation, but to be honest, his strength is probably not as good as his golden vegetable chicken.

　　 What's more, Elder Wen hasn't touched a sword for many years. Although he had also joined the fight before, he used the technique.

　　 The only one who can fight is Tian Xianzi.

　　 "But you, I..."

Lin Xun hesitated, Tian Xianzi laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Did you see that gap? I'll give you some superb spirit gathering pills later, and when I defeat that ugly guy, you will use up everything. Spiritual power, fill that crack."

　　 He was even more stunned: "Master, you are going to deal with it?"

　　 Lin Xun did not forget the elder Cassia.

　　 The elder's cultivation base is no lower than Tian Xianzi, but he changed his life when facing the demon god. When they found out, only a pale skeleton was left behind.

　　 Encountering such a terrifying power, no matter who it is, it is destined to not survive.

　　 "Who am I? The world's number one sword repairer is definitely not a blow."

Seeing the monster's body protruding more and more, Tian Xianzi waved his sword to block the fire attack, handed the Spirit Gathering Pill to Lin Xun's hand, and grinned: "You don't always want to see it, you are a teacher. How to kill demons?"

　　 He said after a while, the open smile in his eyes faded a little, and his tone could be called "gentle".

　　 Tianxian elders have always been scornful, and have never shown such tenderness.

　　 "Lin Xun."

　　 He whispered, "No matter what happens...you are brave enough, right?"

　　 Lin Xun did not realize the meaning of this sentence.

　　 After a moment of stunned, I saw a white shadow flashing in front of him. The figure of the young man has disappeared, only a chuckling voice was brought by the wind: "Look at it!"

　　 The first demon **** has already entered the world, leaving only a small body still in the demon realm.

　　 must solve it as soon as possible before it breaks free from the formation.

　　 Lin Xun would not see, the moment the white-clothed Jianxiu turned and passed by, the sharp breath of the sword surged from the bottom of his eyes.

　　 will never see, the young man who is always smiling coldly sneered, and the strong smile finally faded away, replaced by the straight corners of the mouth like a blade.

　　 Tian Xianzi is not clear about his own strength.

　　 Cassia died in the war, he met the devil, there is no reason to have the upper hand.

　　 The giant formed by the flames perceives the sword aura and sends out a earth-shaking howl, arms wrapped in heavy flames, and in a flash, sparks dance around, bright as daylight.

　　The flames gather and scatter, flying sand and rocks around, dunes tremble, several magic breaths rushing in, Tian Xianzi silently recites the sword art, and cuts them off one by one.

　　 "Uncle, what shall we do?"

　　 Lin Xun saw Tian Xianzi's passiveness, but his cultivation was weak, and he couldn't help the master at all, so he could only clenched the Spirit Gathering Pill in vain.

　　 Wen Hemian's throat moved slightly, but there was no sound.

　　 Another evil fire attacked fiercely, Tian Xianzi was repelled several feet away, swallowing the rich blood energy in his mouth.

　　 Cassia is a sticky guy.

　　 At that time, he, Tian Xianzi, Zhen Xiao, and Wen Hemian often studied swordsmanship together. Sometimes they were asked why they practiced swordsmanship, and Jue said in a serious manner: "One sword kills evil spirits and protects the world."

　　 Tian Xianzi thought, cut, old antique.

　　His ambitions are quite different from that of that person.

　　The sword light was radiant, and the white-clothed youth standing in the fire was concentrating and holding his breath, his pupils illuminated by the fire.

　　 What about the Demon God.

　　 Fighting intently rose, Tian Xianzi gathered all the power of his body and jumped straight up. When the long sword was swung, it caused a sudden burst of light and forced the evil fire back.

　　 The white robe rushed forward towards the lava billowing monster.

"how about you?"

　　 Cassis was not convinced, and asked him with a straight face, "Why do you want to practice kendo?"

　　 The young man held the sword in his arms and laughed loudly: "Since I am named'Tian Xian Zi', I will become the world's number one swordsman!"

　　 No matter what devil he is, no matter what his destiny is hard to violate.

　　He is number one in the world——

　　 is not for nothing!

　　 Sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the flames are surging wildly.

　　 Two powerful forces collided completely, the demon god's fire chips fell wildly and wailed; Tian Xianzi's face was pale, and the sword energy in his hand gradually deepened.

　　 Spiritual power exceeds the load.

　　 He felt the sharp pain that his veins were about to break.

　　 This is his last blow.

　　 is also the last lesson that can be taught to disciples.

　　 What a pity, I feel a little bit reluctant to want to come.

　　 He likes to be in the little house that is rundown and empty in the Xuanxu Jianpai. Back then, he was so poor that he almost sold the house. The elders in the martial arts were crying and looting, saving a lot of spirit stones for him.

　　 He also likes the kendo that he has been pursuing for a long time. Zhen Xiao and He Xiaochen, the two fighting mads, always pull him to fight, and the reward is the shiny spirit stone.

　　 Is he the kind of person who sells his body for money?

he is.

　　 Until then, he thought in a daze. It turned out that he was more reluctant than Kendo. It was the group of little rookies under the door.

　　 I really want to teach them swordsmanship for a lifetime.

　　 There are so many reluctant people and things in the world. What kind of mood the old antique who knows that one tendon used to swing that sword back then.

　　 Between the two forces stalemate with each other, the hand holding the sword is already oozing blood that cannot be stopped.

　　 Tian Xianzi lowered his hands a little bit with strength, and suddenly noticed an unexpected wind in the increasingly vague mind.

　　 That is not the piercing wind in the desert, nor the hot fishy wind drawn by the devil, but another one, more pure and gentle...

　　 Jian Qi.

　　 was actually Wen Hemian's sword energy.

　　 He has been abandoning himself and being decadent for many years, vowing not to dabble in kendo, and this time he came to the desert without carrying a saber.

　　 Tian Xianzi suddenly bowed his head, and saw the white clothes of the young man on his side being lifted by the wind, and a ray of white sword light.

　　 He recognized at a glance, it was a long-lost sword belonging to Cassia.

　　诛 Xie.

　　 "I will take the Spirit Gathering Pill to open up the sea and help you at most two blows."

　　Wen Hemian gently brushed away the old dust of the long sword, not caring about the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "I haven't fought shoulder to shoulder for many years... old friend."

　　 The last three words are facing the junior, or the person who has passed away for many years.

　　 Tianxianzi, Wen Hemian, Cassia.

　　 After a few years, the three masters of swordsmanship who were once amazing, finally reunited at this moment.

　　 Things are not human.

　　 The sword spirit is still there.

　　 At the same time, in the distant crape myrtle realm, the sword spirit, who had been waiting alone for thousands of years, suddenly raised his head, his turbid eyes flashed with a hint of clarity.

　　 The unsheathed sword breath, she remembered.

　　 The dusty memories of many years surged, and at that moment, she remembered her name and the person who had fought alongside her.

her name is--