People in Douluo, good at hugging thighs

"Yes, you can leave." Ning Xiaotian nodded slightly, "By the way, let someone come and clean it."

"Yes, Mr. 9527." After saying that, the woman in black gauze turned and left.

The girl who was still standing on one side frowned slightly, still a little confused about the sudden killing just now. She turned her head and looked at the corpses around her, her face turned slightly pale, and then she looked up at the man in front of her, who was 1.8 meters tall.

Black hair, silver eyes, silver eyes... She was slightly startled, her eyes gradually became watery, but there was surprise on her face.

"Xiao Tian!?"

Ning Xiaotian quickly interrupted and said softly: "Na'er, this is not the place to talk. Come with me first."

"Yeah." Hu Liena wiped the corners of her eyes and nodded repeatedly.

The two of them crossed over the corpse and left step by step.

After about two-quarters of an hour, the two entered the small dark room. Ning Xiaotian closed the door, turned around quickly, and frowned: "Na'er, why did you come here? Do you know how dangerous it is here?"

"I know." Hu Liena threw herself into Ning Xiaotian's arms like a swallow nesting in her nest, looking up at him, "But Na'er just wants to face it with you, and my soul power has reached level 52, no

It will hold you back. Besides, the teacher also said that the road to hell is very dangerous. If the two of us can go through it together, the probability of passing will be much higher."

"Hey, I'm sorry for you." Ning Xiaotian can imagine how much hardship the girl in front of him has endured after being able to cross almost a huge realm and reach level 52 in just two years. She has already suffered so much that there is no point in trying to persuade her.

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The question before us now is how to overcome the difficulties together.

Hu Liena shook her head quickly, "It's not hard for Na'er. As long as I can see you again and help you, that's fine."

"Na'er..." Ning Xiaotian felt sour in his heart. He slowly took off his mask, kissed her forehead gently, and said solemnly: "Na'er, since you are already here, there is no point in saying anything else. Let's go.

Come on, let's go outside. I want to personally test your strength. The Killing City is no better than other places. You can't use soul skills here. The one outside doesn't work anymore."

"Na'er, the only thing I can do for you now is to teach you all my combat experience and skills through actual combat in the coming time, so that you will have more confidence in winning in the killing fields of hell.

Of course, it will also allow you to adapt to the environment of the Killing City earlier and cope with various emergencies you may encounter here."

"Well, I will try my best." Hu Liena nodded firmly.

"Well, I believe Na'er too." Ning Xiaotian smiled and nodded, then led Hu Liena to the small courtyard outside the door.

They are three meters apart and look at each other.

Three seconds later, Hu Liena looked at the tip of the sword in front of her, a little defeated. Ning Xiaotian put away the sword and said: "Na'er, don't be discouraged. I have been in the killing city for more than ten months and have killed countless enemies. Although

Your soul power has not improved much, but your combat power is at least twice as strong as before you came in. You just came in and were defeated by me, which is normal."

"In the city of killing, even a titled Douluo can't say he's better than me if he can't use soul skills."

Hidden weapons, using poison, swords condensed with soul power, soul bone blessings and many martial arts skills, he has too many methods.

"Go on... Next, except for competing in the Hell Killing Fields, you must fight against me every day."

"Yes!" Hu Liena nodded, with a stubborn look on her face, "Come again!"

"Come again... come again... come again..." The battle between the two continued.

...

Time passes day by day.

For a long period of time that followed, in addition to being notified to go to the Hell Killing Fields to participate in the competition, Ning Xiaotian basically watched Hu Liena's competition in person and gave practical guidance after the competition every day.

The rest of the time is spent practicing individually.

The Acacia Heartbroken Red medicine in Hu Liena's body is enough for her to cultivate to level 70. Therefore, although she cannot increase her soul power by absorbing the energy of the world, it is still good to speed up the absorption of the medicine in her body by practicing the Reincarnation Art.

Ning Xiaotian, on the other hand, was cultivating blood beads, and under Hu Liena's stunned gaze, he ate a big meal.

Grain bag

Of course, there will also be an occasional intimate healing session.

How can anyone not be injured when he kills someone?

I have to say that Na'er's figure is really getting better and better... Ning Xiaotian would touch his hands and sigh secretly from time to time.

Getting fatter and fatter.

...

One year later, inside the house.

With blood mist lingering, Ning Xiaotian sat cross-legged on the bed. Behind him was a dark red long sword.

The sword is more than four feet long, about four fingers wide, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The tip of the sword is curved like the tip of a knife. The sword body is integrated into one piece, like finely carved blood-colored jade, smooth and smooth.

The sword grid is like a natural crystal, with edges and corners, as powerful as flowing fire. The same is true for the sword head, with a pointed tip at the end, like a rising crystal flame.

The sword handle has a pattern like bamboo weaving.

It looks like a sword but not a sword. It has a sword body and a sharp edge. This is a very strange sword.

"Huh." Taking a breath of fresh air, Ning Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes, moved his fingertips slightly, and the bloody long sword behind him suddenly rose up, drawing an arc in the air, and lay before his eyes in just a moment.

, was held firmly in his hands.

"Finally we succeeded." Ning Xiaotian held the sword across his right hand, lightly supported the sword with his left hand, and smiled slightly.

"From the initial internal lines to the sword embryo, and then a little bit of condensation and a little fine-tuning, it took a whole year. Finally, with the murderous aura in the body, the mother's martial spirit form was completely outlined."

"No, to be precise, it should be recast..."

Polishing it carefully from the inside out, in his opinion, is no different than recasting a sword.

Ning Xiaotian's eyes flickered, his face showed traces of reminiscence and melancholy, and he murmured: "When I see you, it's like I'm seeing my mother and my mother's martial spirit. It's not in vain that I spent so much time carefully preparing you."

Carve it out.'"

"Hey, I don't know how my mother is doing at home now. I have been away from home for three years." As he said that, his eyes were a little red and misty. He really missed his family a little.

"Mom, I will definitely help you rebuild your martial soul in the future." He wiped the corners of his eyes, his eyes full of determination.

Helping his mother rebuild her martial arts spirit has been his goal since he was a child.

After gathering his emotions, Ning Xiaotian once again set his sights on the long sword, "This long sword condensed with murderous aura restrains the huge murderous aura, retaining the murderous aura that can intimidate people's soul and confuse people's minds. When it cuts on a person, the cold aura can still...

Temporarily hindering the movement of soul power... it is of no use to kill the object, it will just pass through."

Shaking his head, he had already tested these before when he condensed the prototype.

About a year ago, not long after Hu Liena arrived in the Killing City, he had not played a game for a few days. When he was practicing the Reincarnation Art at home, he found that as the blood beads in his abdomen continued to grow, the murderous aura in his body was almost so strong that it became substantial.

So I started to think about using it.

Because it appeared to be red, Ning Xiaotian thought about people when he saw things. The first thing he thought about was his mother and her Wuhun Fiery Sword, so he began to experiment with using murderous energy to condense the sword. Since it was related to his mother,

He placed his affection on things and was very serious when condensing it. He no longer considered abandoning fancy things like sword grids and sword patterns like he did when concentrating soul power on flying swords.

Instead, he chose to 100% restore the spirit form of his mother's Fiery Sword, and then made slight adjustments according to his own sword-wielding habits. For example, the tip of the sword was bent into a knife tip, taking into account that his right arm was blessed by the soul bone.

The force is extremely strong, and this fine-tuning is more conducive to chopping without losing the characteristic of the sword itself, which is longer than straight thrusts.

It can almost be said that the shape of this sword is the perfect image of the sword spirit in Ning Xiaotian's fantasy.

To sum it up in one word, handsome!