Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 11
The disciple’s name was Chen Zhao who was under the tutelage of Immortal Qingxu. His strength was very good and after seeing the battle between Pei Ji and Ning Ning yesterday he knew he could not take him lightly and even used a concealed weapon as a precaution.
–Swords Sect Grand Tournament, concealed weapons were naturally prohibited.
But his weapon was a nail that was as thin as a mosquito’s foot and would not be detected by the spiritual force once they start the fight. Moreover the audience seat was far from the platform so no one would find it fishy after hitting Pei Ji with it.
In addition to the enemy’s plan to beat Pei Ji the original owner, Ning Ning was also very dedicated on making things happen according to her scheme.
Her main sword technique was called ‘Xingluo’ which requires a sword to be as swift as the wind and as dense as the star. In general it was fast, vicious and accurate in catching the enemy by surprise in the absence of shadow and invisibility.
That’s right, the original owner would vividly illustrate what it means to die unendingly by using her sword and intently sneak on Pei Ji from behind while he was fighting Chen Zhao.
Pei Ji had no way to evade from the double attacked, the concealed weapon and her sword skill. He was destined to be seriously injured to the point of death but when he was in desperate situation it was also the time he survived.
Thinking about this, Ning Ning stood up from the bed and went to wash up and dress in one go. When she picked up her sword, she couldn’t help thinking that the villain were really just a tool to let the protagonist grow and gain experience just like a hammer.
Thanks to the imperial sword flight she soon arrived at the tournament venue’s location. The duel between Pei Ji and Chen Zhao was in the midst of a thrilling moment and on the stage were several shadows dimming the surrounding.
Also early mornings in Kaiyang Peak was surrounded with white fog like clouds as the sunshine slowly breaks it open, and layers of white fog would dissolve as if millions of swords pierce through made sure there were no traces left.
The fog from the top to the bottom of the peak were stacked and the clouds were dancing, rolling away comfortably like a gallery of thousands miles, haloed with water color.
From the perspective of ordinary people, they could only see the fleeting shadow of two people on the stage. The sharp sword reflect the snow and white light under the shadow of the sun, the two swords were clashing as they cut through the fog just like the frost and snow floating in the sky and running like a speed of the thunder in silence.
Pei Ji was dressed in black with indifference plaster on his face. As a quiet and unknown outer disciple he was not inferior in the competition.
Seeing that Chen Zhao was losing, Ning Ning knows it’s the right time to fight.
She could clearly see the movements of the two on the stage so she knew when to move.
Between the risings of the white fog, Ning Ning kneaded the technique with one hand towards the back of Pei Ji in a steady pressure.
The rains poured out while in the middle of the fight, and the two clashing sword came to a halt.
The invisible sword intent down trend but Ning Ning did not have the time to revel ‘the tool that could help the disciple’ smile as the curvature of her mouth froze.
She was still not good at using this technique, and the sword intent….
It seemed crooked.
Pei Ji soon felt the sword intent forcing its way towards him.
Unlike Chen Zhao’s murderous heavy sword, this sword intent was light and agile—almost unnoticeable and he was all too familiar with the feeling.
It was the same female disciple he face yesterday.
A low, raspy male voice buzzed in his head, causing him to subconsciously frown lightly.
“Shit, someone’s sneaking up on us!”
This voice has remained in his body since he was born and cannot be heard by anyone other than Pei Ji.
The voice claimed to be a sword but what his was, and who was its previous owner—all of these were unknown.
It has amnesia.
If Ning Ning heard their conversation, she would have clearly say.
“Ah, so this is the sound of the Cheng Ying sword.”
She certainly knew that there was a voice.
Pei Ji was the reincarnation of the ancient sword god, and the shadow of the sword also entered his body. It’s a pity that his strength couldn’t control the divine sword for a long time.
The memory and the power of the sword has been sealed and he has become a middle age uncle who could only NAG in the young mind of Pei Ji.
“This sword qi….is exactly the same with the female cultivator yesterday.”
Cheng Ying whispered softly.
“What the hell does she have in mind? I knew it, the woman didn’t have good intentions!”
Ning Ning’s sword that was as swift as lightning with an unstoppable fierce killing intent aiming at Pei Ji who was too busy dealing with Chen Zhao and could dodge sideways.
She don’t want to expose the short flaw as she glimpse of Chen Zhao’s cold smile as his fingertips started moving.
The nail was so tiny that it was indistinguishable, when he approached him silently there was a cold feeling. The former was a wolf and the latter was a tiger together with Chen Zhao’s hidden action, Pei Ji was nowhere to retreat.
He would be hit with a blow today.
Chen Ying could not stand it any longer and shouted frantically.
“Damn it, bitch! See if I don’t take care of you—”
Before the words were spoken, a changes occurred.
Because of the rain the trajectory of the sword was actually not straight and the direction where it should hit Pei Ji was now aiming at a different place.
Seeing this Chen Ying thought that the girl was not aiming at them from the very beginning but at the side all this time.
Poison nail came raging and the sword was like a wind with the speed of the lightning—
He couldn’t believe it, but it was actually colliding straight at each other.
The forces intersect silently and invisible but the rough waves hidden under the dark tide has set off a turbulent waves.
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