The Glass Maiden

Chapter 37: A Moment of Madness ()

No one thought that he would trip up suddenly, seeing that the sword was about to stab Linglong, and the people next to him were too late to help.

Linglong herself did not expect that she was already frightened and froze there.

The sword light in front of her flashed, and she instinctively blinked her eyes. Suddenly, she was hit hard by someone. She actually planted her head on the boulder, landed on the back of her head, and the gold star jumped in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, something hot dripped on her face, she was suddenly startled, and subconsciously grasped the clothes of the person in front of her-it was Xuanji!

"Ah!" She whispered, staring blankly at the black gold sword, which pierced Xuanji's right shoulder and protruded hideously, dripping with blood. The blood dripping on her face was dripping from the sword.

Xuanji! She wanted to scream, but couldn't scream, but she made a crying trill from her throat.

Xuan Ji was full of cold sweat on her face, her face turned pale, and suddenly she raised her hand and grabbed the sword with her five fingers like a hook. Wu Tong had already gotten up from the ground, trying to draw the sword, but he couldn't pull it out. He couldn't help being startled.

Xuanji suddenly turned her head, her eyes burning, staring at him steadily. His heart shuddered, and he felt a chill for no reason.

"You..." she trembled, "you... don't be too arrogant..."

Seeing her blood flowing like a note, Wu Tong's face was paper-like, and he was obviously unable to support her. She was cruel and drew the sword with all her strength, saying, "It's my fault that I hurt Miss by mistake!"

Who knows this pull, still can't pull it out. She clenched the tip of the sword tightly, staring at him sensibly, her wrists getting harder.

He stared at his Black Gold Sword in amazement, bending into an almost impossible arc at the tip of the sword, and with a "slap", the resistance in his hand suddenly disappeared, and the whole person stepped back and sat on the ground. Looking at the Wujin sword again, she realized that the tip of the sword was broken by her bare hands!

Utong was dumbfounded.

Xuanji pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers. I don't know if it was his dizziness or the sunlight was too strong. He vaguely saw the silver light in her palm, and even the four-inch-long pitch-black tip of the sword was also emitting a silver color. Light.

"Try it once you die too!" She said coldly, turning her wrist gracefully, and the tip of the sword in her hand flew out like lightning. Wu Tong couldn't see her movements at all, and only felt a flower in front of him, the silver light "shot" at him, and when he could see clearly, the tip of the sword was in front of him.

To die! He closed his eyes abruptly, waiting for the point of the sword to penetrate his head.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. He slowly opened his eyes in horror, only to see that the tip of the sword had long lost its power and fell to his feet, and the seriously injured little girl was soaked in blood on half of his body. Turned over and fainted.

"Xuanji!" Linglong only reacted at this time and hugged her lifelessly, "Xuanji! Xuanji, don't die!"

She called for a long time, but Xuanji didn't react at all. She closed her eyes tightly and her face was pale, as if she were dead.

She was so frightened that her soul and soul were destroyed, and she cried bitterly. She was still looking at the culprit Wutong next to her.

Until then, the people around him reacted from this series of sudden changes, yelling, watching people, and taking the pulse, all surrounded.

Seeing Linglong crying almost fainted, Du Minxing couldn't help but hold her, raised his hand to hug Xuanji in his arms, and compare her nose before sighing: "Xuanji is still alive, don't shake her again. Otherwise the injury will get worse!"

He hurriedly took out the Jinchuang "medicine" from his arms, ignoring to tear open his clothes to see the wound, and pour it up to block the blood.

His hand was suddenly stopped by someone, and when he looked up, it was Chu Yinghong and Chu Leifu's "women".

"Don't move!" Chu Yinghong looked dignified, first clicked on the "acupoints" around her wound, stopped the blood, and ordered Linglong who stayed aside: "Don't stay! Get out of the way!"

Chu Lei picked up the little daughter, and the three of them could no longer worry about the chaotic scene, and hurriedly left with the seriously injured and unconscious Xuanji.

Linglong cried so much that she couldn't speak, and hurriedly chased after her. Zhong Minyan and Du Minxing also followed worriedly.

No one would have thought that this competition ended with this end, and there was an uproar.

When everyone helped Yu Jianhao off the stage, they remembered to find the culprit Wutong to settle the account. Who knows that he has searched the entire top of the mountain and can't find him. It turns out that he knows that things are not good, and he regrets his impulse. , Just ran away secretly.

Yu Jianhao was helped to the master of Dotting Gu Ronggu, and said ashamed: "The disciple is useless...Master..."

Master Rong Gu shook his head, "Don't blame you, you are already fine. Elder Jiang!"

After finishing speaking, there was already an old man with gray beard and shame on the opposite side. He gave him a deep bow and said in a low voice: "Subordinates... no way to discipline... I really have no face to face the valley owner. ..."

Master Rong Gu looked around and said coldly, "Where is Wutong?"

Elder Jiang gave a slight pause, "I want to know that I got into trouble and... has escaped."

Master Rong Gu smiled coldly, "Hmph, escaped...You still protect your shortcomings as before, Elder Jiang!"

Elder Jiang lowered his head, dare not say a word.

"Never mind, he committed a heinous crime today. Since then, there will be no Wutong in Dotting Valley. In order to make up for the mistakes, Dotting Valley withdrew from this hairpin conference!"

When the disciples of Dotting Valley saw that the Lord Gu was angry, no one dared to speak, so they knelt down and agreed.

At this time, Wutong was kicked out of Dianjing Valley, and Dianjing Valley withdrew from this hairpin conference. The change is so great that people are really moved.

And all this, Xuan Ji didn't know.

She is having a weird dream, in which she is looking in the mirror and dressing up.

The figure reflected in the quaint bronze mirror is familiar and strange. She looked at her, but she was much older, her expression on her face was cold and solemn, and her eyes seemed to be crushed by ice, and the chill permeated.

She didn't even look at the rouge pollen and the bed full of Ling Luo Zhucui, she put her long hair on top of her head, and then tied her purple cloud helmet and golden armor. A heroic woman appeared in the mirror.

She is going to do one thing, one thing she has been doing from life to death, without remorse or hesitation.

She was born for this.

She came to the battlefield filled with gunpowder, thousands of iron hoofs, like a dark cloud. Chess players raised huge flags high, with gorgeous and weird patterns, hunting in the wind.

The cold horn sounded as if many people were crying. From all directions, the big drum made of pigpo dragon skin beat the sky and shook the earth, roaring and roaring like raindrops, and the whole earth was shaking.

The sky fire collapsed, and groups fell from the sky. Following the sky fire, there was a dense army.

They came from heaven, came from another cycle, crossed the vast Tianhe, and repeatedly violated the sacred territory.

Leaping over a flying horse, spreading its wings and flying over her head, kicking her purple cloud helmet over, three thousand green silk waterfalls poured down like a waterfall. Immediately, the general had three heads and six arms, and the whole body was burning.

She opened her mouth to bite a lock of disobedient hair and turned her back with a sword.

Blood splattered.

Very good, invigorating and dripping.

Someone seemed to be calling her anxiously: "Xuanji...Xuanji——"

She held a thing tightly in her hand, and couldn't remember the cause and effect for a while.

The voice is still there, "Xuanji...Xuanji! Wake up!"

She opened her eyes suddenly, and she saw the blue gauze tent, and there were two or three tearful and concerned faces.

"Ah! She woke up! Woke up!" Linglong yelled, clutching her hand tightly with joy, her tears flowed more fiercely, "What do you...what do you think? Can you talk? Does it hurt?"

Xuanji blinked blankly, and for a long time, she said softly: "I... I don't seem to hurt anymore."

As he said, he got up, He Danping hurriedly held her down, "Don't move! The wound is still not healed!"

Only then did Xuanji realize that half of her body was wooden and could not move. She lay back down and was about to speak. Suddenly she felt that she was holding something tightly in her hand. When she picked it up, it was a piece of broken wood, and she couldn't help but stay.

Linglong said timidly: "That was... when you came in, you clung to the door frame and refused to let go. Finally... the door frame was cracked by you..."

Xuanji was stunned.