Song Zhuoqun came to Ruyi's side with his sword in hand. He laughed and looked at Ruyi lying in a pool of blood: "Little girl, you are still too young."
The ring on the back of the nine-ring sword trembled slightly and the bells jingled.
He was going to show his kindness, relieve Ruyi's pain, and send her to the underworld. The sword had already been raised, but before it fell, he suddenly saw a shadow coming in front of him. The thing had a green face and fangs, which was very scary. He opened his eyes angrily with a pair of blood-red eyes.
His eyes shouted: "You are not qualified to kill my master."
Song Zhuoqun did not dare to underestimate the enemy, he raised his sword and fought with the object. His sword swing was airtight. If Su Miao was just a shadow, the demonic power would not be able to fully come out, but if she turned into a real form, she would not be able to get close at all.
Song Zhuoqun's body could not be found.
One person and one monster fight together, and there is no winner for hundreds of rounds.
Although Sumiao is a thousand-year-old monster, she has been imprisoned by the painted-skinned ghost Su Yi in the past. Her skills are very weak and she can only fight to a draw with masters like Song Zhuoqun.
There is no way to continue fighting like this. Although Song Zhuoqun will run out of strength sooner or later, Sumiao is afraid that he will not be able to hold on until then. He is Ruyi's blood-contracted demon slave. The stronger Ruyi is, the stronger he will be, but now Ruyi
He was seriously injured and bled excessively. Once Ruyi died, he would no longer be able to fight for her.
Ruyi reluctantly opened her eyes, and the figures of Sumiao and Song Zhuoqun had become very blurry.
"waste!"
Suddenly she heard someone shout.
Who is it...she asked in her mind.
"Trash, why don't you get up after being beaten like this?"
"I... hurt..." Ruyi said softly.
"If you don't work hard, I will look down on you until the day I die. Do you want me to look down on you? Well?" the man said again.
This voice and tone are very familiar... Who is it...
"It's a pity that all these golden bones and yin blood are growing on the body of a useless person. You have no idea how capable you are, do you? Show some backbone!" The man shouted again.
"What should I... do..."
"Stand up! Don't think about moves, don't think about body skills, don't think about anything, just think about defeating that person. Release the Dantian and extract the cultivation locked in it. I will help you. Remember,
You are strong and I am strong, and this strength is not just physical or skillful, but also strong in character!"
Ruyi opened her eyes suddenly and listened to the voice again. It was already silent.
At this time, Bai Qinghan shattered the chair with one palm. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect next to him were suppressed by his evil aura and retreated away from him.
He couldn't wait any longer and wanted to save her.
Before he could take a step forward, he was stunned - Ruyi, who had been lying down in the distance, swayed for a moment, then used Changfeng to support himself on the ground, and slowly stood up.
She took a deep breath, straightened her waist and abdomen, and pushed all the distractions out of her mind.
"Come back Sumiao!" She shouted and immediately breathed Sumiao into her body.
Sumiao didn't understand, so she quickly asked: "Master, you..."
Ruyi didn't answer, but held Changfeng tighter.
She felt warm currents leaking out from under her lower abdomen. It was the same feeling as when she learned how to control a sword in Jimo City.
The difference is that this time the warm current is more turbulent.
Ruyi endured the severe pain, nodded and said: "I am strong, you are strong. This time... it is time to give Xiaoyaomen... some face..."
Song Zhuoqun really didn't expect that he could stand up again after suffering such a serious injury.
Even he admired Ruyi a little.
But now that we have reached this juncture, we cannot be merciful. We have to fight no matter how hard we fight.
Song Zhuoqun came to Ruyi's side with his sword in hand. He laughed and looked at Ruyi lying in a pool of blood: "Little girl, you are still too young."
The ring on the back of the nine-ring sword trembled slightly and the bells jingled.
He was going to show his kindness, relieve Ruyi's pain, and send her to the underworld. The sword had already been raised, but before it fell, he suddenly saw a shadow coming in front of him. The thing had a green face and fangs, which was very scary. He opened his eyes angrily with a pair of blood-red eyes.
His eyes shouted: "You are not qualified to kill my master."
Song Zhuoqun did not dare to underestimate the enemy, he raised his sword and fought with the object. His sword swing was airtight. If Su Miao was just a shadow, the demonic power would not be able to fully come out, but if she turned into a real form, she would not be able to get close at all.
Song Zhuoqun's body could not be found.
One person and one monster fight together, and there is no winner for hundreds of rounds.
Although Sumiao is a thousand-year-old monster, she has been imprisoned by the painted-skinned ghost Su Yi in the past. Her skills are very weak and she can only fight to a draw with masters like Song Zhuoqun.
There is no way to continue fighting like this. Although Song Zhuoqun will run out of strength sooner or later, Sumiao is afraid that he will not be able to hold on until then. He is Ruyi's blood-contracted demon slave. The stronger Ruyi is, the stronger he will be, but now Ruyi
He was seriously injured and bled excessively. Once Ruyi died, he would no longer be able to fight for her.
Ruyi reluctantly opened her eyes, and the figures of Sumiao and Song Zhuoqun had become very blurry.
"waste!"
Suddenly she heard someone shout.
Who is it...she asked in her mind.
"Trash, why don't you get up after being beaten like this?"
"I... hurt..." Ruyi said softly.
"If you don't work hard, I will look down on you until the day I die. Do you want me to look down on you? Well?" the man said again.
This voice and tone are very familiar... Who is it...
"It's a pity that all these golden bones and yin blood are growing on the body of a useless person. You have no idea how capable you are, do you? Show some backbone!" The man shouted again.
"What should I... do..."
"Stand up! Don't think about moves, don't think about body skills, don't think about anything, just think about defeating that person. Release the Dantian and extract the cultivation locked in it. I will help you. Remember,
You are strong and I am strong, and this strength is not just physical or skillful, but also strong in character!"
Ruyi opened her eyes suddenly and listened to the voice again. It was already silent.
At this time, Bai Qinghan shattered the chair with one palm. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect next to him were suppressed by his evil aura and retreated away from him.
He couldn't wait any longer and wanted to save her.
Before he could take a step forward, he was stunned - Ruyi, who had been lying down in the distance, swayed for a moment, then used Changfeng to support himself on the ground, and slowly stood up.
She took a deep breath, straightened her waist and abdomen, and pushed all the distractions out of her mind.
"Come back Sumiao!" She shouted and immediately breathed Sumiao into her body.
Sumiao didn't understand, so she quickly asked: "Master, you..."
Ruyi didn't answer, but held Changfeng tighter.
She felt warm currents leaking out from under her lower abdomen. It was the same feeling as when she learned how to control a sword in Jimo City.
The difference is that this time the warm current is more turbulent.
Ruyi endured the severe pain, nodded and said: "I am strong, you are strong. This time... it is time to give Xiaoyaomen... some face..."
Song Zhuoqun really didn't expect that he could stand up again after suffering such a serious injury.
Even he admired Ruyi a little.
But now that we have reached this juncture, we cannot be merciful. We have to fight no matter how hard we fight.