The voice was something Sang Ying had never heard before. It was a bit rough, and the tone was full of disgust, as if she hated the iron.

Sang Ying was shocked. Before she could react, the hand holding the sword subconsciously followed the instructions of the voice and stabbed straight towards the left chest of the Jackdaw Demon Lord.

This move of hers could be described as reckless, and was completely incompatible with the sword moves she had used before. Sang Ying thought that this blow would definitely miss, and she had already thought of the next countermeasure.

Unexpectedly, as if on purpose, the Jackdaw Demon Lord directly faced Sang Ying's sword, and the light spiritual sword instantly pierced a hole in his left chest.

Sang Ying concealed her surprise and was about to retreat again to avoid being caught by the Jackdaw Demon Lord.

But the voice didn't give her a chance at all, and continued to say in her ear: "Take three steps back, turn around and stab him in the right eye!"

Sang Ying stepped back for a moment. She only considered it for a second before obeying the other party's words and advancing with the sword.

It was just a second too late. This time, the Jackdaw Demon Lord failed to let Sang Ying succeed, allowing him to narrowly avoid the sword.

"Alas!" the voice sighed, "too slow!"

Sang Ying pursed her lips and had to admit that he was right, she was indeed too slow.

"Left three, right four, attack his left foot!"

Sang Ying stepped forward again and injured the Jackdaw Demon Lord again.

After the three swords came down, even the Jackdaw Demon Lord became angry: "It's true that I underestimated you. You are indeed a young man with extraordinary qualifications, but you can still hurt me under such circumstances. In this case, I don't have to be polite.

Got it!"

He flipped his right hand, and the long black whip disappeared immediately, and what reappeared in his hand was a small black flag.

"If such a powerful young man cannot be used by me, it would be better for him to stay here long ago!" The Jackdaw Demon Lord waved the small flag in his hand, and a few wisps of black smoke came out of it.

There was a ferocious human face on top of the black cigarette, and as soon as it appeared, it screamed and attacked Sang Ying. Sang Ying easily scattered it, but in the blink of an eye, the black mist gathered again, and once again hit Sang Ying.

Sang Ying attacks.

Due to the reminder of the black mist, the Jackdaw Demon Lord was no longer hindered by the trap formation and quickly found Sang Ying's location. Even with the guidance of the voice, Sang Ying was defeated steadily by several flanking attacks.

In the end, even the voice was a little helpless: "Tell me, you are a young monk in the foundation-building stage. It is not good to offend someone, but you have to offend such a ruthless person. Now, it is very difficult to deal with!"

Although there was some emotion in his tone, there was no trace of embarrassment, and there was clearly a hint of ridicule in his voice.

Sang Ying gritted her teeth and ignored him, but when she turned her head, she was met by the sharp claws formed by the five fingers of the Jackdaw Demon Lord. He fiercely grabbed Sang Ying's face, and Sang Ying subconsciously raised her sword to block it.

There was only a "click" sound, and the scarred spiritual sword shattered into pieces.

Fortunately, Sang Ying turned her head to hide, and the five deep claw marks did not appear on her face, but on her shoulders.

This was already the second sword that had broken in her hand. Sword cultivators had always regarded their swords as Taoist companions, so she had lost two Taoist companions.

While Sang Ying was avoiding the Jackdaw Lord's attack in embarrassment, she lamented in her heart that she still had time to think at such a time.

Once again being dodged by Sang Ying, the Jackdaw Demon Lord was not at all anxious. Instead, he began to persuade: "Little girl, I believe you can see that I really don't want to hurt you. If not, I can use my hands and feet at will. You

You are already covered in poison now. Okay, you come out obediently, and I promise not to hurt your life. You only need to be my medicine man for thirty years, and after thirty years, how about I let you go?"

Sang Ying hid behind the stone pillar again, and after swallowing a middle-grade rejuvenation pill, she took out the realm bead from her storage bag while listening to the Jackdaw Demon Lord's terms.

For the current plan, we can only hide in there first. I just ask that Jackdaw Demon Lord not to be so persistent and leave the cave as soon as he finds out that she is missing, otherwise she will really die here! After all, this situation

Pearl, you can only enter once within twelve hours.

Sang Ying held the Jingzhu, closed her eyes and was about to go in. At that moment, the voice sounded again at the right time: "Are you going to run away?"

The tone was extremely sarcastic, seeming to regard Sang Ying as a coward who ran away from battle.

Sang Ying never thought there was anything wrong with giving in at the right time. Although she was stubborn, she was not a fool. She knew she was no match but still fought to the death, and even though she had the chance to escape, this was what a stupid person would do.

But the voice said this, which still made her unhappy.

She doesn't even have a sword now. What else can she do if she doesn't escape?

The voice seemed to be able to hear her thoughts, and quickly said: "If the sword made of iron is gone, you don't even dare to fight? Then what kind of swordsmanship is there? Wouldn't it be better to just learn to forge iron?"

Sang Ying's eyes blinked, and she tentatively said in her heart: "In addition to the sword made of iron, what other sword can I use now?"

The voice answered her as expected: "If you are a real swordsman, even if you only hold a branch in your hand, it will be an unstoppable sword!"

There happened to be a crooked branch right next to Sang Ying's feet, but fortunately it was thick at the top and thin at the bottom. She picked it up and waved it twice, which was a good thing.

"You are a sword cultivator. You cultivate both the sword and the mind. Don't be limited to external objects. Everything you hold in your hand can be regarded as your sword. If you cultivate to the extreme, even you will be a sword!

"

"The most important thing in swordsmanship is not the weapons and moves, but the energy and heart to go forward and destroy the world!"

"When you look at that demon cultivator, you don't have to regard him as an absolutely unbeatable enemy, just as a mountain to be climbed. He is an obstacle, blocking your way forward. You have no other way but to regard him as a mountain to be climbed.

It splits!"

Sang Ying slowly grasped the branch.

"For sword cultivators, there are no obstacles in this world that cannot be broken, let alone mountains that cannot be crossed!"

Beautiful Ruifeng's eyes suddenly opened. At this moment, Sang Ying had already forgotten the pain on her body. All she could see was the figure in front of her.

She drew out all the spiritual energy from her body and poured it into the branches. The biting cold air spread crazily from the branches to the surroundings. In an instant, the entire stone room was enveloped in the cold, and the white mist trapped the Jackdaw Demon Lord

, seemed to be condensed with water droplets due to the cold air.

It was precisely because of this that the Jackdaw Demon Lord was finally able to see clearly what Sang Ying looked like at this moment.

She held up a branch covered with frost in both hands, staring at herself with burning eyes, and her whole body froze in place motionless.

He could tell that something was wrong with Sang Ying at the moment, but her cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage gave the Jackdaw Demon Lord the confidence. In his opinion, no matter what Sang Ying did, she could not escape the end of becoming his medicine man.

He sneered: "You have a good posture, but I don't know how capable you are?"

After saying this, the Jackdaw Demon Lord turned his five fingers into claws and attacked Sang Ying again. However, Sang Ying seemed not to have seen it and just stood there blankly.

The green-black nails quickly came to Sang Ying's eyes, and it only took a moment to pierce into Sang Ying's eyes.

"At this moment, draw your sword!"

The sound suddenly sounded, accompanied by the high-pitched hum of the sword energy.

The Jackdaw Demon felt his eyes go white, and he was confused for a moment. When he woke up again, the wind and snow in the sky hit the cold knife, and he was carried all the way out of the cave.

He didn't know how far he was knocked away, but he felt so cold that his whole body seemed to be frozen.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which stood out on the white snow on the ground. When the Jackdaw Demon Lord looked up again, the cave had become a world of ice and snow, and even the place more than ten meters away was floating.

With snow.

Before he fell into coma, the last thing he saw was Sang Ying holding a branch and walking towards him step by step. Her back was as straight as a sword that had just been unsheathed!

"This sword is called the Fourteen States of Frost and Cold!"


Chapter completed!