Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

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Ling Chuxi looked at the two swords in a crisscross pattern, every small movement, every time the tip of the sword was light, it seemed so simple and simple, but it concealed heaven and earth. Seeing the sword style of the two, Ling Chuxi seemed to feel the reincarnation of the mainland for thousands of years.

Ling Chuxi has long been unable to tell who is who. He can only feel that an endless murderous intention and a vast atmosphere permeate the sky and the wilderness, sometimes offsetting each other, sometimes colliding violently.

Ling Chuxi's heart was raised. Although she seemed to understand everything that happened in her mind, she understood one thing. The so-called Cangyuan appeared behind her, trying to destroy her own consciousness and seize nine. Yin Juemai, and the sword spirit already in her mind, is desperately protecting her.

Once he failed, he was completely finished.

The two figures passed by countless times, the swords intersect countless times, and finally stopped. The two swords joined, and their bodies also resisted each other. Both of them were exhausted and their figures became unreal. It seemed that they were evenly matched and caught in a stalemate.

Ling Chuxi wanted to help, but didn't know how to use God's consciousness to launch an attack. She was anxious in her heart, and if she went on like this, she really disappeared completely. She didn't want to disappear like this, now she is no longer like before. In the past, she didn't care about anything, she was alone, and she felt meaningless even if she died. And now, she has too many concerns. At this moment, the punishment outside must be anxious, waiting for her. No matter how she can leave, she doesn't care about the desolation. She swears that she will never lose her affection for the desolation. Do not! She must get rid of such a dilemma, see her life again, and return to the side of utter desolation.

"Quick, use your blood to blend into the falling dust sword, the contract sword spirit, and only then can it be contained." In my mind, I suddenly remembered a mellow voice.

Ling Chuxi glanced at him, a light smile appeared on the man's face, the divine light in his eyes flew, and the divine light in the sword spirit's eyes gradually shot, apparently unable to resist.

Too late to think, Ling Chuxi instinctively reached out and held it towards the falling dust sword.

Only then did Ling Chuxi discover that the Divine Consciousness entered a very wonderful state, sinking into the sea of ​​mind, while dominating his body.

The falling dust sword came out, fingers crossed the sharp blade, a slight tingling came, and a drop of blood oozed out of the wound, just like immersed in the sand, and merged into the cold sword body. The silvery front face flashed red and then quickly disappeared.

In his mind, a faint red halo hung in the galaxy like a rainbow.

"What are you going to do?" The man grinned stiffly on his face, panic-stricken.

Jianling glanced at him, his lips flickering, and in the starry sky, the mysterious light ripples like water waves, and a voice rang in his ears, like the whisper of the wind, like the singing of the earth, like the murmur of the sky.

"You... you... Guqi, the **** of swords, you actually made Guqi, the **** of swords! The ancient killing sword, the soul of the Cangyuan, how can you be a servant with mortal mortals, I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled..." The man snarled unwillingly, a face twisted and deformed like a knife.

But under the light waves like water waves, there was no resistance at all.

His figure became more and more virtual, and finally, it became a virtual point of light and shadow, and merged with the figure of the sword spirit.

In the end, who is Cang Yuan and who is the sword spirit, Ling Chuxi is not clear.