Chapter fifty-ninth sacrifice oneself to save, senior sister has no regrets
Two rays of sword light suddenly separated the sea surface, and the sea water was torn apart like white steel.
Ling Yunpo was climbing rapidly when An Zhisu grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
The high-pressure water jets spit out from the mouth of the dragon chasing after him were as sharp as a knife, and could barely brush against Ling Yunpo's scalp.
Even though the shot missed, Ling Yunpo still noticed the extreme sharpness in the water flow, carrying some terrifying power that could tear everything apart.
If this hits me, even if I take the risk of being exposed and use a divine fire cover to defend myself, I may not be able to block the blow!
The gap in cultivation level between the Golden Core Realm and the Foundation Establishment Realm is so huge that it makes people despair.
I had carefully planned and planned for a long time, and then used a sneak attack to restrain the dragon clan's arctic lightning and hit the dragon, but I still failed to kill the dragon.
However, the opponent can freely use demonic powers and launch a saturation attack with dense water arrows. Even if he and his senior sister successfully dodge countless times, they will die on the spot as long as they are hit once...
There is really no chance of winning this battle, so we have to run away quickly!
As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, the warm fragrance of nephrite came into his arms - Senior Sister An hugged him from the front, the frost sword light was activated to the extreme, and began to make irregular changes in ultra-high frequency directions.
Ling Yunpo barely held back his dizziness and quickly turned his head and glanced back.
Then he saw that in addition to the two injured dragons, there were more alarmed white-scaled dragons, breaking through the sea from farther away and chasing after them. They were densely packed and overwhelming. At a glance, there were at least a hundred!
If we were caught up by hundreds of Jindan level dragons, we might as well kill ourselves with flying swords on the spot! It would be a more pleasant death!
Ling Yunpo took a deep breath and let An Zhisu drag him to various ultra-high maneuvers. He just used all his true energy to activate the sea of ââââqi and urgently charge the Wanli Water Vein Divine Movement Talisman.
Finally charged! Ling Yunpo was about to activate the talisman when he saw An Zhisu suddenly stopped in front of him again, and then was hit by a huge force, and Ling Yunpo was knocked flying together.
This collision completely shattered Ling Yun's body, and his stomach almost turned upside down.
He endured the pain and activated the Wanli Water Vein Divine Movement Talisman, and the two men's figures suddenly disappeared on the spot.
The next second, a large number of water arrows were so dense that they could not be distinguished, and like a torrent, the two people's original positions were submerged.
About a dozen dragons rushed here, glanced around with golden vertical pupils, and then roared in dragon language:
"Those two human monks ran away!"
"Catch them back!"
"Hurry and inform the Holy Envoy!"
"When the plan reaches the last moment, it must not be changed!"
The roars of thousands of dragons mixed together, causing the entire sea area to stir up wind and waves tens of feet high, causing the heaven and earth to tremble and change color.
As the world turned around, Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu appeared in a valley, standing in a waist-deep water pool.
The scenery here is beautiful, and there are no monsters in sight.
Ling Yunpo helped An Zhisu, but found that the senior sister's body was so weak that she couldn't even stand firmly.
And on her back, fragments of the broken fairy sword were embedded in it, turning her whole body into blood.
Ling Yunpo was so frightened that he quickly tested her breathing.
Fortunately, he didn't die and was saved.
For practitioners, physical damage is the easiest to deal with, and is far less terrifying than the poisons, curses, or some vicious demonic skills that are notoriously difficult to deal with.
Ling Yunpo found a house nearby. It was fully furnished with all kinds of furniture, but there was no trace of human habitation.
After asking Kunlun Mirror to confirm that there was no trap, he placed An Zhisu on the bed, then carefully removed her upper body clothes and pulled out all the fragments of the fairy sword embedded in it.
Judging from the distribution of the fragments and the piercing angle, it seems that the senior sister tried to block in front of her to protect her, and at the same time controlled the flying sword to intercept the water arrows behind her. As a result, the flying sword could not withstand the power of hundreds of dragons' magic and was shattered.
Then it was embedded in her body.
Of course, if she hadn't blocked it with a flying sword, Senior Sister An's body wouldn't be able to deal with these attacks directly... Wait, what is this flying sword?
Ling Yunpo picked up a blood-stained fragment and held it in front of his eyes to identify it carefully.
Frostfall Sword...
In order to buy herself time to activate the talisman, Senior Sister An actually sacrificed her natal sword, the Frostfall Sword. This was not good.
According to the Essence of Shushan Swordsmanship, the natal sword is connected with the sword fairy's own Qi, so his abilities in all aspects are greatly enhanced.
However, if the natal sword is destroyed, it is like a broken arm to the sword immortal, which will inevitably lead to stagnation of realm and regression of cultivation.
The realm is stagnant, which means that no matter how much you breathe out and refine your Qi in the short term, you cannot continue to improve your realm.
The regression of cultivation means that the person who can usually exert 100% of his power may now only be able to exert 40%.
Thinking of this, Ling Yunpo stared blankly at his senior sister who was still unconscious on the bed, and his face became uncertain.
If the natal sword is damaged, the recovery time required varies from person to person. It can be as short as two or three months, or as long as half a year. There will be no sequelae after recovery.
However, for a swordsman, losing his natal sword is not as simple as losing a sword.
The Frostfall Sword has been nurtured by senior sister for a long time, and it can be said that it is like an arm. Even if I find another tenth-level flying sword for senior sister, how can she get used to it in a short time?
Even if you get used to the new fairy sword, what about the magic on the sword? It can't be the same as the magic on the Frostfall Sword. If the seal magic on this sword has changed, won't the matching sword skills also have to change?
What's more, not to mention the swordsmanship style, the battle plan that the sword fairy is accustomed to may have to be completely overturned... The negative impact on the sword fairy himself can not be eliminated in a few years.
Oh, senior sister.
Ling Yunpo felt unspeakably moved and guilty. Needless to say, the reason why he was moved was that the senior sister sacrificed her life to save him. No matter how ruthless and unjust a person is, he would be moved.
As for guilt, it was because I had too many trump cards that I didn't use in order to conceal my identity, which made my senior sister choose self-sacrifice.
Not to mention anything else, just those overwhelming water arrows from the dragon group, all it takes is Luo Yan to drive the Five Elements Great Extinction Divine Light the day after tomorrow... So what about the Golden Core level? The Five Elements Divine Light is an immortal method!
Of course, such secret thoughts can only be kept deep in Ling Yunpo's heart.
What An Zhisu was willing to pay for was his junior fellow apprentice Ling Yunpo who became a disciple of Qingluofeng.
As for a spy and traitor who deliberately sneaked into Shushan just to seize the fragments of the Sky-Mending Stone... it would be better for this person not to show up until her attitude can be determined.
Thinking of this, Ling Yunpo shed a few tears, held An Zhisu's delicate hand in his, and cried out sadly:
"Sister!"
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