Chapter 883: Chapter 678: Tiger Head Shoes
The heavy clouds hung low above the ancient forest, the cold wind danced through the night sky like a sharp sword, deep autumn chill weighed heavily, at midnight the moon was obscured, the northwestern gale cried sharply against the forest leaves.
Hong Zhuang’s gray robe was stirred by the cold wind, the eerie moonlight reflected in her dark eyes: “Why are you here?”
As she spoke, her expression was indifferent, yet the faint flicker in the depths of her eyes betrayed her truly excited inner emotion at the mont.
Ning Feiyan calmly and leisurely extended two slender fingers, gently pressed between Blade, pushing aside Hong Zhuang’s giant bone-chopping sword.
The corner of her eyes slightly lifted, she glanced at the tribe behind Hong Zhuang where the bonfire was bright, indeed quite a few Enchanting Demons and Demon Clan lingered there, looking at the scene, it seed peaceful and stable.
Seeing her gaze completely shifted away from herself, a sinister look erged on Hong Zhuang’s face, her wrist turned, the bone-chopping sword swept up a furious layered Gale, as if intending to sever those two fingers.
Ning Feiyan unhurriedly flicked the back of the sword lightly with her hand, the finger strength was like a spring breeze, subtly dispelling the fierce and sharp essence of the heavy sword maneuver.
“Buzz!” Hong Zhuang’s bone-chopping sword trembled wildly like a cicada’s wings, her palm stung with pain, almost unable to grip the sword.
Hong Zhuang’s qi and blood surged violently, anger gleaming in her eyes, she swung her giant sword in a circular motion, its heavy and ancient blade carved a deep furrow on the ground.
She shouted, the chopping wind swept across the sky, lifting Ning Feiyan’s dress sharply.
Ning Feiyan frowned slightly, seemingly annoyed by her persistent harassing actions.
“Be quiet.”
Her still extended slender fingers glided like swimming fish on the thick back of the sword, she casually tapped it lightly, the massive bone-chopping sword bent under her fingers into an exaggerated semicircular arc.
Hong Zhuang’s shoulder sank, unable to muster any strength, her arms were stretched tight by the powerful finger pressure, her arm bones creaked unbearably, seemingly ready to break with the bone-chopping sword at any mont.
Ning Feiyan withdrew her gaze from the village tribe’s bonfire, she looked at Hong Zhuang calmly: “Still not abandoning the sword?”
Hong Zhuang’s forehead sweated, her expression pained, she looked at Ning Feiyan with hatred, her voice bitter: “I won’t abandon!”
“You have spine.” Ning Feiyan appeared drowsy, her eyes bleary as she yawned, casually offering praise.
Then, her fingers on the sword back rcilessly tapped with pressure.
“Crack!”
The bone-chopping sword broke suddenly, a terrible ripping pain swept through Hong Zhuang’s arms, the shattered blade was flung upward by the force, leaving nurous bloody gashes on her wrists.
A clicking sound followed, the arcs of Hong Zhuang’s shoulders visibly sagged abnormally, obviously both arms were severely dislocated.
“But what good is spine?” Ning Feiyan chuckled lightly, her gaze mocked, glancing sideways at the defeated Hong Zhuang: “Without the power to safeguard your sword, abandoning or not is up to others, isn’t it?”
Hong Zhuang bit her lip tightly, saying nothing, her expression could break into tears at any mont, mist soon wet her flushed eyelids.
The commotion quickly drew attention from the other side.
Approaching directly was a handso middle-aged man, a male Enchanting Demon with considerable experience, by generation, he was in the sa uncle category as Ning Feiyan and Hong Zhuang.
As he quickly erged from the village, his eyes almost imdiately focused sharply on Ning Feiyan’s face, his gaze brightened suddenly, failing to notice Hong Zhuang, who was gravely injured nearby.
He respectfully greeted her, nearly kneeling in excitent: “Si… Si He Lord, it really is Si He Lord who has returned? Beiyuan is saved! Our Beiyuan is saved!”
Ning Feiyan barely knew this person with only a face-to-face encounter in childhood, when she was deed ominous by the tribe, prompting many of the Enchanting Demon elders to advise the chief to exile her to the Wilderness Demon Lands.
He was part of that circumstance.
Ning Feiyan’s mory was always remarkable, even after a thousand years, although this man’s features aged, she never forgets anyone she has t even once.
Ning Feiyan’s smile leisurely curled up her mouth, she suddenly laughed: “Uncle Cheng Chu, you’re too polite, you are an elder, how can you offer such grand courtesy.”
Although she spoke these words, looking at Ning Feiyan’s deanor, there was no inclination to raise her hands to aid him, uttering the most cordial words, yet receiving his kneeling with an unreachable deanor.
Kneeling on the ground, Cheng Chu trembled as he listened to this gentle laugh and affectionate address, his heart shuddered.
In those days, many belittled and humiliated Ning Feiyan, if counted truly, Cheng Chu was just a drop in a vast ocean.
So many years had passed, he had only seen her once, yet she rembered his na so vividly.
How could he not be afraid?
Seeing his cowardly, trembling figure, Ning Feiyan’s mocking gaze deepened, unwilling to tease such powerless vermin further, she entered the village, even reluctant to exchange excess pleasantries.
The timid fox-eared lady trailing behind her glanced at the village heavily protected by walls, her injured and bleeding bare feet hesitated and tangled on the ground, as if wanting to enter but dared not.
Right now, Beiyuan is embroiled in tight warfare, such villages shelter only higher-ranking Enchanting Demons and Demon Clan with Combat Power.
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