Chapter 1331 The injury is considered light! Destroy the world
The war is about to break out.
The blood-drinking knife became a target of public criticism.
The sun rose higher and higher, and there was more and more blood. The disgusting smell of blood filled the sky.
This place is like purgatory on earth, which makes people shudder.
However, there are fewer and fewer people, and fewer and fewer people are dying.
Gradually, Ruan Su and Bo Xingzhi discovered the flaws in the Blood Drinking Knife.
"Without a continuous supply of blood, it will get tired, and its blood bar will seem to change." Ruan Su took a deep breath, pulled off a corner of his clothes, tore it off, and wrapped it around himself to bleed.
arm.
Many people died and many were injured before, and the blood was continuously supplied to the blood-drinking knife.
It's like a monster that never gets tired.
Now all the low-level people are hiding in the gate-protecting formation, while those who remain outside are all masters who can deal with the blood-drinking knife.
Therefore, not many people died, at most they suffered some injuries.
Not many people died, so Blood Drinking Sword gradually began to become irritable. Not only was he irritable, he also had the intention of quitting.
Without a continuous supply of blood, no matter how powerful it is, it cannot compete with so many people in a wheel battle.
One after another, two after two, when one is tired, the other will be replaced.
Everyone takes turns to beat himself.
At this moment, his red hair began to slowly become shorter.
This is simply not a good sign.
He was so angry that he couldn't help but yell, "You are going too far, so many people beat me!"
"You are a demon sword. If I don't hit you, who will I hit?" Bo Xingzhi sneered, "Everyone can get rid of it quickly."
"You can't win with force!" Blood Drinking Knife shouted loudly, as if he had suffered great grievances.
Shang Lingxiao's entire soul was suppressed by the blood-drinking knife, suppressing him all night.
He struggled to gain control of his body.
But no matter what, he can't resist the powerful blood-drinking knife.
But now, the blood-drinking knife that had been continuously outputting for a long time finally showed a slight decline. He almost tried his best to use all his strength to finally squeeze the soul of the blood-drinking knife into it.
He took a long breath, then held the blood-drinking knife and stood up straight.
This body has been occupied by the blood-drinking knife for so long, and it is a little weak.
He looked at the knife in his hand. He and the knife had been getting along for more than a year, and the knife and the man had become one.
However, he always thought that he could control the knife, not that the knife controlled it.
The feeling of being controlled by a knife is not pleasant. His soul is locked in a dark space. Through his eyes, he can see what is happening outside, but he just can't break free.
This feeling is too painful.
If you are controlled by a knife once, there will be a second time, a third time...
Will he be locked up with a knife in the future?
No……
He doesn't want it!
"From now on, this body will never be yours again!" Shang Lingxiao roared and rushed towards Ruan Su's Mingyu Sword.
Ruan Su didn't even notice that the blood-drinking sword had been replaced by Shang Lingxiao. She raised the sword and used it as a killing move.
result!
Puchi! A sound.
Shang Lingxiao did not dodge. His body collided with Ruan Su's sword, and warm blood poured out instantly.
He spit out a mouthful of blood and looked at Ruan Su who was close at hand, "Xiao Su... I'm sorry... I..."
Ruan Su looked at him in shock, "You...you didn't hide?"
Everyone was also shocked and looked at this scene in disbelief.
The blood-drinking knife didn't hide?
"It's me...your brother...the soul of the Blood-Drinking Sword is now weak and I squeezed it out. It's all my fault."
Blood kept pouring out of Shang Lingxiao's mouth and nose. He forced a smile, "I hate the president, I hate A Zhi, I hate you... that's what caused everything today. I'm so bad..."
"I died... as a result of my sin."
"Brother..." Ruan Su opened her mouth, and finally called out the title. Her eyes were red as she looked at Shang Lingxiao, who had long since become so unfamiliar that she dared not recognize him, "I have always regarded you as
As my brother, I respect you very much, and you have always loved me in my heart. But..."
But later, Shang Lingxiao's true colors were revealed. He was not a good person at all, and he did all kinds of unscrupulous bad things.
He is evil, he kills innocent people, and the number of dead souls under his hands is countless.
A tear fell on the back of Shang Lingxiao's hand, "Xiao Su... being able to die in your hands is my greatest comfort."
After saying that, he turned his eyes to Bo Xingzhi with difficulty, "Azhi, please... please take good care of Xiao Su. I am sorry for you, I should... I should... die."
After saying that, he tilted his head and died, but his eyes widened.
Bo Xingzhi stared at him coldly, "She is my wife. If you don't tell me, I will take good care of her."
He stretched out his right hand and helped Shang Lingxiao close his eyes.
Then he hugged Ruan Su and looked at the bloody knife next to Shang Lingxiao's body.
"This sword has no owner now, we must chop it into pieces! Destroy it, otherwise he will find another puppet to cause chaos in the world." Bo Xingzhi frowned, and then looked at Jian Wu and Lin not far away.
Changsheng said, "Elder Lin, Grandpa Jian, do you know any way to destroy it?"
"Fire burns and smelts it, but there is a sword soul in this sword. I'm afraid it will be difficult to smelt. It is best to destroy the sword soul. Otherwise, if the sword soul does not die, it can find the next target, the next host.
"Lin Changsheng often likes to read some unofficial histories and has dabbled in them.
"How to destroy the soul of the sword?" Bo Xingzhi didn't quite understand.
"Of course I'll burn it with fire until it escapes, and then work together to kill it." Lin Changsheng's eyes flashed with fierceness.
The masters in the holy world saw that the world-famous magic sword, the Blood-Drinking Sword, was defeated by Ruan Su and Bo Xingzhi.
They were all very shocked, especially since they had been fighting for so long and were already exhausted.
Qingyi was also injured, Aomori lost an arm, and Situ Guhuai was in such a state of disarray that he could hardly see.
So he gave the order, "Withdraw!"
So everyone fled instantly.
What I was waiting for was his words.
They brought many masters with them, and they could fight one against ten, but they couldn't bear the many helpers from Jianmen. Although there were many disciples in Aoki Academy, their level was generally low and they were not useful at all.
Everyone in Jianmen also breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone turned around and returned to the gate-protecting formation, and then entered the various halls of Jianmen to rest. Eight One Chinese Website
Food and water have been prepared in the palace, as well as some beds for rest.
These people didn't care about what they were eating or drinking, and started eating and drinking.
After being tired for such a long time, even if they do nothing, they will be exhausted after holding on for such a long time, let alone that they are still fighting to the death.
Although there were not many female disciples in the Sword Sect, they played a great role at this time. They also brought a lot of medicine and began to treat the injured people.
Especially the disciples who practice healing arts are extremely busy.
Ye Xinyun was one of them. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and then went for treatment with another female disciple.
The treatment required a lot of energy and physical strength, and her face gradually turned pale.
At this moment, she came to the injured Master Song. She knelt down and began to inspect the injury.
Master Song's face was pale and his body was covered in blood. He looked in very bad condition and seemed about to faint at any moment.
Realizing that someone was unbuttoning his buttons, he suddenly opened his eyes and firmly grabbed his opponent's wrist.
Ye Xinyun only felt a pain in her wrist, "Young Master Song, let me help you look at the injury."
Only then did Master Song wake up. After seeing clearly that it was Ye Xinyun, his pale face suddenly turned red. He suddenly let go of his hand, "I'm sorry, I was confused just now..."
"After the war, it's not easy for Mr. Song to stay so vigilant." Ye Xinyun didn't pay attention and began to help him treat him.
Master Song was hit in the chest by a sword. Fortunately, the sword was deflected, otherwise it would have hit his heart, and he would not have been saved.
This man is quite hard, and he was stunned until now.
Ye Xinyun felt a little admired in her heart, and the movements of her hands became more and more gentle.
This was the first time that Master Song saw his chest by a woman, and he immediately looked away in embarrassment.
I was actually embarrassed to look at Ye Xinyun.
After Ye Xinyun's treatment, he felt that his whole body relaxed, his vision went dark, and he fainted.
Ye Xinyun quickly helped him to the bed to rest.
Ye Lingzhi was also helping to treat the wounded. After several treatments, she did not see Cheng Ye in the crowd.
She became a little anxious and asked every person she met, "Have you seen Cheng Ye? He's the tall, thin, handsome one..."
There are many people and many wounded...
She asked for a while but couldn't find Cheng Ye.
She was angry and anxious.
Suddenly, a pair of big palms covered her eyes from behind. She was stunned, and the familiar smell of the man mixed with the smell of blood came from her.
"Guess who I am?" Cheng Ye's familiar voice came from behind.
She was so angry that she pulled down her big palms, turned around and glared at him angrily, "Guess what, do you know that I'm so anxious? If you..."
Before she could finish speaking, tears welled up.
She immediately threw herself into the man's arms, "I'm really anxious to death, I'm going to be so angry... If something happens to you, Cheng Ye... I won't be alive either."
Cheng Ye had never seen Ye Lingzhi lose his composure like this before. He suddenly felt helpless and coaxed her, "Be good, be good, am I not doing well? Am I not doing well?"
He held her tightly with one hand, and gently patted her back with the other free hand, allowing her to vent her emotions.
He knew that she was worried about him.
Ye Lingzhi pushed him away fiercely and began to look him up and down. After seeing the blood on his body, she suddenly became anxious again, "Where are you injured? How are you?"
Cheng Ye smiled helplessly, "Ganoderma lucidum, this is someone else's blood. My injury is not serious. On the calf, it might be..."
When Ye Lingzhi heard that he had injured his leg, he immediately became anxious, "What's wrong with the calf?"
"Maybe it's broken." Cheng Ye said and limped, holding Ye Lingzhi's hand and walking towards the chair in the corner, patting Ye Lingzhi's heart as he walked, "I'm pretty light..."