The heart of hatred is so strong that the sword has to be fired on the string. There is no doubt that it will be immediate and will directly point to the throat!
Jingshu was shocked and shouted in horror as she saw the demon sword breaking through the air.
"Sister Hongzhao, be careful next to you!"
I heard the sound, and before I could turn around and look back, I saw that when I stood up and avoided it, the tables and chairs were suddenly split.
Junci came to Hongzhao with lingering fear, and looked at the corner of his shoulder being cut by sword energy, his face darkened.
"It seems that this is for me."
Hong Zhao pursed her thin lips and said nothing, her face was filled with haze.
"How could it be him... After all, he came here."
There is no airtight wall in the world. She knew that sooner or later, the eldest brother's residence would be exposed, but she didn't expect it to be so soon, and she came to kill him, which was simply incredible!
"Senior Brother, be careful!"
He turned around and pushed Jun Ci away, immediately fell into the present moment, spinning through countless sword lights, and landed gracefully. He twisted his long fingers lightly and transformed into this sword.
Unfortunately, when I touched my hand, I felt that this sword was different from going, and was about to be oppressed without control.
"How could this be like this?"
Although Hong Zhao was shocked, she still focused on trying to place the force that tried to resist her, but she did not want to suffer a more intense backlash. With the difficulty, the corners of her lips were even more mottled blood.
Jun Ci's body shook, as if he had never thought that the situation was so unoptimistic. He immediately stepped forward and wanted to help her control the sword, but was shot away by the purple thunder that appeared from the demon sword itself, knocking down the shelf beside him and spitting
red.
"Senior Brother!"
Hong Zhao turned his eyes to him worriedly, fearing that his current body would not be able to bear the incident at all, so he hurriedly shouted.
"How are you? Junci?"
"Don't worry... I can't die, I just lacerate the wound again."
Junci's face was pale and covered his chest tightly. Seeing the bloody red infection gradually expanding, he immediately pointed out several large acupoints.
"I originally wanted to help you, but I didn't want this scrap iron to protect the body."
"This wasn't there..."
Hong Zhao choked in the middle of the way, and his expression changed several times but could not ignore the anger in the cold eyes. He gradually burst out with a prairie fire.
She was born as a demon sword and came here to make contact with it. Apart from him, only she could control and guide her. However, the facts were right in front of her, and this method had failed.
She no longer dares to think about whether the reason behind this is natural disaster or man-made disaster, nor does she want to worry about the right and wrong.
She really doesn't want to regret and disappoint her in the future.
It is the top priority to solve the problem in front of you. So, in a cold look, Hong Zhao's right fingers stroked the tiger's mouth out of thin air. The blood of the sword spirit's yin energy was pulled and flowed continuously to the sword body.
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After the restless demon sword was captured by blood, the surrounding thunder was restrained and disappeared. The palm of his hand opened horizontally, and the sword automatically returned to its position, with its back behind him.
Things are finally over...
However, at this moment, a hurried figure came in from the door, looking at the bloodshot spots at the feet of the person in front of him, and immediately understood what she had done.
"You actually hurt yourself for him, do you know..."
Unexpectedly, the moment the quick shadow moved, a loud slap hit the head, making the person's tongue numb and his head buzzing.
Hong Zhaoyin Cen stared at him and roared dissatisfiedly.
"You are most ineligible to judge what happened today! Zhuge Jinqing, when do you have to do whatever you want!"