Chapter 63

"Er, er..."

Under the attack of thunder and lightning, the magic beast lost part of the flame and had the intention to retreat.

As soon as Zhou Ming's sword edge turned, several illusory sword shadows surrounded the beast and blocked all its retreat.

"Hum -"

there is a harsh hum in the night sky, and the phantom's palm is empty. The shadow of the sword around him seems to have been affected by some kind of influence, and they break up one after another.

Zhou Ming swept it with his divine sense, and his face turned pale. There were countless sharp filaments around the beast. These filaments were the real murderers who scattered the shadow of the sword.

"Brush..."

With the help of both hands, the phantom animal pierced through hundreds of threads. Zhou Ming stepped on it slowly, and his figure wandered away. Hundreds of threads didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

"Yin Lei, five swords kill!"

Zhou Mingfei fled. The sword came first and the man came later. Five thundering sword shadows were scattered in five directions and passed through the phantom body continuously.

"Jie Jie!"

The magic beast gave out a sharp grinning laugh. It waved its hands, and the white flame scattered in all directions. The flame and the magic beast formed a huge wind and fire wheel, combined with countless filaments to crush and cut!

Thunder and white flame entangled together, the halo around dyed into a mysterious day.

"What's that?"

"Wonders, wonders of heaven!"

"What are you doing? Take photos and record videos. It's rare to see them in a hundred years. "

"I'll go. It won't be a big fight, will it?"

"What battle of the strong? If you feel it, there is no fluctuation of energy. "

……

Shenwu college is boiling. Students pick up their mobile phones to take photos and record videos. Tutors look at the wonders of the sky, and their reactions are similar to those of students. Unknown things can always arouse human curiosity.

The four old deans felt that things were unusual, and they flew over the girls' dormitory apartment building to find out.

They saw a young man in a strange dress putting strange moves in the air, covered with lightning, and a long sword flying around him.

Zhou Ming's divine consciousness has always been open. When the four old deans approached the girls' dormitory apartment building, he felt it, but he was eager to kill the phantom beast, so he had no time to pay attention to them.

"Sir..."

As soon as Su Mu opened his mouth, Zhou Ming controlled the long sword to cut it.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhou Ming's right hand held two fingers together, and the long sword whirled around the four of them. The shadow of the sword turned into shape, and a Bagua shield wrapped them up.

There are ripples on the Eight Trigram shield, and the phantom beast cuts the Eight Trigram shield crazily with his hands together and filaments stretching vertically and horizontally.

"Poof!"

There is a bright red mark on the back of Zhou Ming's hand, and blood flows out.

"Keep away from me, keep away from me!"

Zhou Ming took back his sword and waved it. A soft wind swept Su Mu's four men to the ground.

The four Presidents were shocked when they came to the field.

"Su mu, what do you think?"

Chichongshan asked Su mu. He was very shocked. Shenwujing was very sensitive to danger. As soon as they got close to the young man, he felt that there were many murderers around him. But for the young man, he might have been injured now.

"He seems to be fighting something. His strength is no less than that of the nine star energy division. Maybe he is stronger."

Su Mu frowned. He was the most powerful of the four. In Tianyuan world, the battle of Yuanqi division was to fight the enemy with flesh. He had never heard of such a dreamlike battle.

"When you look at him, don't you think that he is beyond that realm?"

Mo Qianli poured wine into his mouth and looked at the night sky.

"Old drunkard, you mean that he has gone beyond the magic power and stepped into the turning saint?"

Wan mang thinks of Zhou Ming's young appearance and doubts.

"I really want to ask him why he is so young?"

Mo Qianli gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

"Now that they're all here, let's go and see what's going on."

Chichongshan sighed and looked to the place where the fourth floor of the girls' dormitory had been damaged the most.

……

No wonder the system says that the probability of killing the beast is only 50%. He becomes a spiritual practitioner and consumes more than half of his mana. What's more, he has to be on guard against the beast's escape. Once the beast escapes, he will be killed mercilessly by the system.

"Master is so stupid. It's a spirit body. The damage caused by magic is very small. Xiao Hong advises you to use spirit attack directly."

In Zhou Ming's space of consciousness, Xiao Hong jumps out of the darkness.

Zhou Ming secretly said that he was stupid. This is a spiritual body, and spiritual attack is the most direct and effective method. He used so many fancy magic tricks, even if he could suppress the phantom beast, he could not cause substantial damage to it.

The long sword surrounded Zhou Ming and changed into a eight trigrams shield, blocking the filaments and white flames."Yin and Yang Lingyan - breaking the false!"

The black-and-white gouyu in the two pupils revolves, forming two yin-yang Taiji pictures. Zhou Ming's mental power spreads out, and the endless spiritual storm impacts on the phantom.

"Well Er, snow Ling... "

Under the impact of the spiritual storm, the phantom made a subtle human voice in its mouth.

The white flame in the eye socket of the phantom animal is swaying, like a broken sea boat in a storm, about to be destroyed.

Under the beautiful cherry tree, a young woman in a white dress fell asleep on the bench. A petal fell on her face, and she was unconscious until a figure appeared in front of her to help her block the sunlight from the cherry tree.

The woman's long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Sister, can you see it? I'm Lingling

The figure in front of her was closer. The woman looked at the vague and familiar figure and rubbed her temple.

"Lingling, who am I?"

The woman frowned and thought hard. She couldn't remember her name.

"Sister, your name is Xuewu. Have you forgotten?"

The blurry figure in front of me said the name of the young woman.

"Snow dance, snow dance..."

Woman remembered, her name is Xuewu, she also has a sister, Xueling.

Strange, isn't she dead? What is this place? Xuewu sat up. She looked up at the cherry tree, her eyes were confused.

Xuewu is a wine girl who works in a nightclub. Her daily job is to drink with her guests. She has seen too many ugly faces, wandering between men every day, the thick hormone breath, full of lewd and obscene expression, day by day, she is numb and tired, but she has to pretend to be happy and smiling. She has no way. As long as life goes on, she will stick to it.

Every night back home, can see sister Xueling happy smile, is one of the few happy snow dance. She loves Xueling very much and wants to make her live a happy life. The reason why she chooses to work in the nightclub is that she wants to make Xueling live a better life.

This job, which consumes youth, is well paid but poorly paid. When she meets a bad tempered or frivolous guest, she can only bear it. If she contradicts the guest, half of her salary will be deducted.

Xuewu looks outstanding. Although she works in nightclubs, many people covet her.

There are a lot of good and bad people in the nightclub. Many of them come here to have fun, but there are also some evil people doing underground activities here.

One night, someone asked Xuewu to accompany her with wine. Xuewu knew who she was. This man was a black boss. Every time he went to the nightclub, he called for Xuewu to accompany her with wine. He gave a very high tip, snow dance every time with him to drink can earn a sum.

Snow dance as promised, she does not hate the black boss, at least he will not be like others to their hands and feet, he only asked himself to accompany him to drink every time.

The black boss has never asked Xuewu to be impolite. As always, the black boss only asked Xuewu to drink and chat with him this time. He didn't do anything too much to Xuewu.

The black boss came to a wine shop this time. He said he wanted to get a helper through the wine shop. Xuewu knew that the helper was the man sitting opposite her. She doesn't understand the relationship between the black boss and this man. She is just a wine girl. All she can do is to drink and chat with the black boss.

In the middle of the wine making, the black boss stuffed a large amount of Tianyuan coins into Xuewu. He said he would go to the bathroom first and ask Xuewu to drink with Yinyi man. Xuewu agreed.

Until the black boss came back, the man only said a word to Xuewu, he said, "your eyes are beautiful, just like a pair of art."

Xuewu didn't care at that time. She thought the man was praising her.

At the end of the wine, Xuewu feels dizzy. She looks at the black boss with the same smile as those romantic men, and suddenly understands what she has been drugged.

Snow dance is very clear, in this kind of custom place work, oneself cannot keep one's body as jade.

When she woke up the next day, Xuewu found herself lying on a strange bed. She didn't look at the man around her. After she was dressed, she was dragging her tired body and walking aimlessly in the empty street.

Snow dance don't know how to get home, snow Ling is not in, home is very quiet, quiet like a gloomy haunted house in general.

After taking a bath, Xuewu, wearing wet hair, sat on the sofa and smoked.

Why smoke? She laughed, I'm afraid she didn't know.

"If it's a person, it will be very lonely."

Xuewu didn't know who she was talking to. She put out her cigarette and began to cry with her knees in her arms.

Life is like a cup of bitter tea. It's bitter when you eat it. It's bitter when you swallow it.

Petals spin falling, memory, gradually clear. Snow dance sitting under the cherry tree, feeling the gentle breeze across the cheek. She thought, life is not all bitter, at least, she can now sit here watching cherry blossoms, perhaps, there are still some sweet memories in her memory."Sister, it's called 30 meters Cherry Street. Do you remember?"

The vague figure became clearer. She sat down and leaned against the snow dance.

"Thirty meters Cherry Street, what a beautiful name."

Snow watching the sky flying petals, showing a sweet smile.