"You're injured." Ling Chuxi nervously grasped Huangfu Qingjue's wrist, and after taking the pulse, Ling Chuxi felt relieved. Huangfu Qingjue's pulse was still very stable. The blood oozing out of his mouth was just temporary energy.
Roaring. But Ling Chuxi still felt uneasy and fed Huangfu Qingjue a pill.
"I said I'm fine." Huangfu Qingjue smiled softly and held Ling Chuxi's hand.
"Yeah." Ling Chuxi finally let go of her worries and smiled slightly. Then she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "By the way, Xiaohong!" Xiaohong had been risking her own life to save her, and she seemed to be seriously injured.
Xiaohong has stopped vomiting blood now, and is looking at Ling Chuxi with resentful eyes: "You only think of me now, you are a bastard who values sex over friends, I want to curse you..."
Although Xiaohong was murmuring in his heart, he felt more relaxed than ever before. Fortunately, all the despair and sorrow were gone. It's good that she's okay.
Ling Chuxi stepped forward and picked up Xiao Hong. She found that his body, which she had just nursed back to health, had internal injuries again. She felt a little distressed. She hurriedly took out the pills she had brought with her and involuntarily stuffed a handful into Xiao Hong's mouth.
. Xiao Hong rolled her eyes and then let go.
"He will be killed by you." Huangfu Qingjue said quietly.
"Is that so?" Ling Chuxi looked at the round-bellied little red in her hand in confusion and blinked.
At this moment, an unusual sound interrupted the conversation between the two. Ling Chuxi and Huangfu Qingjue looked up and saw that Jian Xin and Jian Ling were still contending.
Once Gong Xi Kuang Dao and others left, Sword Spirit no longer had any worries, and once again fully integrated Jian Xin's spiritual consciousness. However, his spiritual power was damaged just now under the siege of several people, and Jian Xin absorbed some more during this period.
The spiritual power of the white jade crystal heart is once again evenly matched with the sword spirit, and neither one can do anything to the other.
"Jianxin, give up!" Huangfu Qingjue walked towards Jianxin, his voice was calm, but it had an irresistible majesty.
"Give up?" Jianxin glanced at Huangfu Qingjue bitterly.
After waiting for tens of thousands of years, he got the white jade crystal heart by chance, and finally condensed it into a spirit body. He thought he could smelt the sword body into a divine sword, but in the end he still failed. He felt too unwilling.
"That's it, that's it." Jian Xin sighed helplessly. No matter how unwilling he was, he also knew very well that facing Huangfu Qingjue's strength, he no longer had the slightest chance to resist. It was just a matter of blending with the sword.
It's just that my spirituality will not disappear completely, it will still be a part of Cang Yuan's seven remaining thoughts.
With this thought, Kenshin finally gave up his last resistance.
Next, Kenshin's majestic figure turned into rays of light and merged into the spirit body of Sword Spirit. After Kenshin and Sword Spirit merged into one, the feeling was even different. It seemed more like a living person than before.
Not to mention his strength, it has improved a lot compared to before.
When the light disappeared, a long sword full of ancient meaning appeared in front of several people. The scabbard was engraved with vigorous and powerful ancient characters.
"This is the ancient sword where Jianxin resides." Sword Spirit explained to Ling Chuxi.
Ling Chuxi picked up the ancient sword and pulled it out gently. The sword body instantly flashed with a water-like silver light. It shook gently and made a trembling sound like a dragon's roar. It was extremely flexible. Ling Chuxi
After a little infusion of Qi, the sword becomes straight and rigid, giving people an invincible feeling.