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1212. Chapter 1212: 1212 The Last Absolute

"No!" Ling Chuxi's eyes were blurred by tears and she roared angrily.

The seal in the sea of ​​​​qi showed signs of loosening under the huge pressure. The cold breath poured into the meridians, and the whole body seemed to be trapped in an ice cave, but the body immediately regained the ability to move.

"No matter what, whoever the master of the Nether Race is, kill this monster first." Seeing that Ling Yichen and others were seriously injured, Ling Chuxi couldn't care anymore. She held the Luochen Sword tightly and prepared to use Cang Yuan Sword Technique. Now she only has

Use this strongest sword.

"It's useless. The physical body of the Sky-Devouring Nether God has been destroyed. With your peak True Yuan strength, even if you use Cangyuan Sword Technique, you can't destroy its Nether Body. You go, let me go!" Cangyuan Sword Spirit

The voice sounded in my mind again.

The Luochen sword trembled slightly, as if it was alive. Ling Chuxi clearly felt that a strong spiritual power was condensing on the sword. Obviously, the sword spirit wanted to use its own spiritual power to fight against the God of Heaven-Eating Hades.

"No!" Ling Chuxi said flatly.

Even with the spiritual power of the sword spirit in its heyday, it may not be able to defeat the Sky-Eating Hades. What's more, at this time, the spiritual power is consumed a lot and has not had time to recover. Once defeated, it may end up in a state of despair. How could Ling Chuxi just watch?

Watch him die.

"Do we still have a chance to choose?" Sword Spirit smiled faintly and said lovingly, "Go ahead. If there is a chance in the future, avenging the sword master will fulfill my lifelong wish."

"Senior..." Ling Chuxi finally shook her head. Even if they died in battle together, she could never watch the sword spirit die!

No longer giving the sword spirit a chance to speak, Ling Chuxi moved, jumped up high, and chopped off the head of the God of Heaven-Eating Hades. Since the sword spirit had already said that Cang Yuan's sword technique could not hurt the God of Heaven-Eating Hades, Ling Chu

Xi no longer wasted his true energy and still used the same sword as before.

The sword spirit did not expect Ling Chuxi to move at her word, and could not stop her. He could only release his spiritual power with all his strength and pour it into the sword. On the simple and elegant sword, a piece of spiritual light shone, like water flowing out of the Milky Way, brighter than the brightest moonlight.

Even more clear.

In that aura of light, Ling Chuxi's figure was so clear and holy.

Just as Ling Chuxi made a move, Yi Li gritted her teeth and attacked side by side with a dagger in hand.

The abyss-like eyes of the God of Heaven-Eating Underworld finally showed a hint of solemnity, and he opened his mouth and sprayed out a pillar of green light.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..." The spiritual energy and true energy in the sword collided with the green light pillar, making a series of muffled sounds.

With every muffled sound, Ling Chuxi was shocked to take a step back, and the true energy in the sword became weaker.

Under the violent shock, his internal organs felt like a giant hammer blowing hard, and his meridians were broken inch by inch, and there were waves of heartbreaking pain.

The blood had already dyed her white clothes red, and she could only hold on with willpower.

And Yi Li had already been seriously injured and was vomiting blood in his mouth, but he still tried his best to stand beside Ling Chuxi, resisting the nine-day thunderous bombardment. The opponents who were at odds with each other a moment ago, now joined hands to risk their lives.

delivered into each other's hands.

The sky-devouring divine beast also showed signs of fatigue. Under the attack of the sword spirit's spiritual power, the dark light and shadow on its body dimmed a lot.

But Ling Chuxi knew that she might not be able to hold on until it fell. The sword spirit was getting weaker and weaker. In her mind, the majestic figure was so blurred that it was almost difficult to recognize, and it was on the verge of collapse.


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