Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

Jiang Zhige took out his spiritual sword, and before being enveloped by the coercive field, he raised his hand and waved out several rays of sword light.

However, the sword light hit the Cluster Demon like drizzle and failed to have any impact on its progress.

"Is there really no hope..."

Jiang Zhige's face was ugly, and the difference in strength was too great. This was the first time he encountered such a powerful spiritual beast.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Zhige would have definitely escaped, but this time there was Ning Qiushui behind him. He had to let Ning Qiushui escape to a safe area before making any plans.

Just when Jiang Zhige was preparing for a desperate fight, the cluster demon who was less than ten meters away suddenly lost all its pressure, and the red light emitting from his body also dimmed a lot.

Jiang Zhige's eyes flashed, and he immediately seized the opportunity and mobilized all his spiritual power to focus on the spiritual sword.

"The vastness becomes a sword, the painting becomes a sharp edge, and the sword swings in all directions!"

Jiang Zhige was seen holding swords in both hands, stamping his right foot on the ground, and throwing out a white sword light that was six feet high.

The terrifying sword light whizzed past, and the bush demon that could not avoid it was cut into two pieces from the middle.

Jiang Zhige collapsed to the ground upon seeing this, gasping for air desperately.

Although he didn't know why the Cluster Demon suddenly became weak, he was not in the mood to think about it so much for the time being. He only felt lucky to survive the disaster.

Ning Qiushui walked over slowly. She looked at the corpse of the Cluster Demon that had been broken into two parts, and said with admiration: "Junior brother, you are really amazing. You have learned the Cangwu Sword Technique."

There are only two styles of the Cangmang Sword Technique. The grade is not particularly high, but it is extremely powerful. It is a treasure among Huang-level martial arts.

It is precisely because of this that the Cangwu Sword Technique is extremely difficult to learn. Super high understanding is just the threshold, and you have to spend time practicing swinging the sword.

Looking at the thousands of disciples in Tianyun Pavilion, there are less than ten people who have mastered the Cangwu Sword Technique, and Jiang Zhige is one of them.

Jiang Zhige's face turned pale and he said weakly: "Senior sister, you haven't left yet..."

The Cangmang Sword Technique is indeed powerful, but it consumes too much spiritual energy for him who is in the Zang Refining Stage. If this technique fails to kill the bush demon, he will be the one who dies.

"What are you talking about! It's you who should run away. You're so cruel to throw Senior Sister out!"

Ning Qiushui looked at Jiang Zhige with her hands on her hips, showing no sympathy for him at all.

Jiang Zhige sat up with difficulty while holding the spirit sword, and said helplessly: "Senior sister, junior brother is just afraid that something will happen to you..."

Ning Qiushui's expression softened slightly, and she sighed: "Silly boy, Senior Sister is alone, but you are different. If you die, what will Junior Sister Nangong do?"

In fact, she wanted to take this opportunity to pretend to be weak and try to rely on Jiang Zhige like Nangong Rou.

It's a pity that Ning Qiushui is not Nangong Rou after all. Seeing Jiang Zhige's stubborn appearance who only thinks about others, she always feels distressed and angry.

When can Jiang Zhige think more about himself?

Jiang Zhige was silent for a while after hearing this. He looked at the spirit sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Senior sister, actually I have thought about what Rou'er will do after I die more than once. However, if I leave you and run away alone, Rou'er will

What will you think of me?"

Ning Qiushui curled her lips and said with some displeasure: "You can lie? Anyway, your sister Rou'er is not nearby."

According to Jiang Zhige's intention, he protected her so firmly just to avoid being looked down upon by Nangong Rou.

Jiang Zhige held his chin and pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "This...why didn't I think of this before?"

"Asshole!! Are you really going to abandon me?"

"Sister, I'm just kidding..."

Seeing that Ning Qiushui was anxious, Jiang Zhige hurriedly waved his hand to explain.

Of course he was just joking. For him, abandoning his companions and running away alone was simply an insult to his character.

Seeing that Ning Qiushui still wanted to pursue the case, Jiang Zhige quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, senior sister, your injury..."

When she mentioned the injury, Ning Qiushui suddenly felt guilty and her eyes were erratic.

"Senior sister, are you..."

"Actually, I suffered serious internal injuries, and now I'm just trying to show off my strength..."

Ning Qiushui covered her chest and coughed up a large mouthful of blood, looking extremely weak.

Jiang Zhige looked worried and was about to step forward to check on Ning Qiushui's injuries when the Heart-piercing Stone in his arms suddenly moved again.

Jiang Zhige's heart skipped a beat and he quickly took out the Soul-piercing Stone and injected spiritual power into it.

"Brother! Brother! Come and help me, I, I can't beat you..."

Hearing Nangong Rou's cry for help, Jiang Zhige was so frightened that he could no longer hold the Soul Stone.

"Senior sister, you stay here to recuperate first, and I'll go support Rou'er!"

Jiang Zhige didn't care that his spiritual power was exhausted, he left a word and ran towards Nangong Rou.

Looking at Jiang Zhige's back without looking back, Ning Qiu looked helpless and sighed sadly: "What a heartless man..."

She was injured anyway, wasn't Jiang Zhige afraid that she would be in danger again?

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Outside the cave, Nangong Rou was confronting a ferocious monster with six legs, a dark body, and a mouth full of fangs.

Not long ago, she wanted to express herself in front of Jiang Zhige, but now she was trembling in front of the monster.

The fanged monster seemed to notice Nangong Rou's timidity, and it let out a weird laugh, and quickly rushed towards Nangong Rou with its six pointed legs that resembled spider legs.

Nangongrou's face was pale, and she kept looking behind her, hoping to see her brother's figure.

The moment she hesitated, the fanged monster pounced forward, its six pointed legs stabbing at her like steel knives.

Nangong Rou raised her spirit sword in panic to parry, but she was too nervous and swung the sword without any control or power.

Although he could barely protect himself from damage, he still kept retreating under the attack of the sharp legs.

"Ugly monster! Get away! Get away!"

Nangongrou's eyes were red. She knew that if she continued like this, she would be unable to resist the sharp legs within three rounds.

Nangong Rou already had the urge to cry when she thought that after being killed by the fang monster, she would never be able to see Jiang Zhige again, or even leave Jiang Zhige's world forever.

Not long ago, Nangong Rou, who had found nothing, just walked out of the cave and found a ferocious-looking monster wandering outside.

Now that he was not in the depths of Baishu Mountain, Nangong Rou, who had a spiritual martial arts level, was naturally full of confidence. Instead of running away, he took the initiative to attack the fanged monster.

Unexpectedly, the fang monster was extremely powerful. It seemed that it only had the power of the early stage of the Lingwu realm, but its power and speed were comparable to those of the middle stage of the Lingwu realm. Nangongrou was hit in threes and twos, unable to parry, and at this moment, she was pushed into a desperate situation.

.

Just when Nangong Rou was in despair, a sword light flashed from behind.

Clang!

There was just a sound of metal and stone colliding, and Nangongrou's sharp leg that was about to pierce was bounced away.

Jiang Zhige stepped in front of Nangongrou, his face extremely solemn.