Chapter 1211

"No!" Ling Chuxi's tears instantly blinded the line of sight and roared with anger.

Under the great pressure, the seal in the sea of Qi showed a sign of loosening. The cold breath poured into the meridians, and the whole body seemed to fall into an ice cave, but the body also recovered its ability to move.

"No matter what the hell master, kill this monster first." Seeing that Ling Yichen and others were seriously injured, Ling Chuxi couldn't care much. He grasped the falling dust sword and was ready to use the Cangyuan sword. Now he has to use the strongest sword.

"It's no use. The body of the God of heaven and hell has been destroyed. With the strength of your Zengyuan peak, even if you use the Cangyuan sword technique, you can't destroy its body. Go, let me go!" The voice of Cangyuan sword spirit rings out in my mind again.

The falling dust sword trembled slightly, just as if there was life. Ling Chuxi clearly felt that a great deal of spiritual power was gathering in the sword. Obviously, the sword spirit wanted to fight against the God of the heaven and the hell with his own spiritual power.

"No way!" Ling Chuxi said categorically.

Even with the spirit power in the heyday of the sword spirit, it may not be able to defeat the God of devouring the heaven and the hell. What's more, at this time, the spirit power is consumed greatly, and there is no time to recover it. Once defeated, he may end up in a state of terror. How could Ling Chuxi watch him die.

"Do we have a choice?" The sword Spirit gave a faint smile and said, "go ahead. If you have a chance to avenge the sword Lord, I will fulfill my lifelong wish."

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

No longer give the sword spirit a chance to speak, Ling Chuxi's body moved, jumped up high, and beheaded toward the God of eating heaven and hell. Since the sword spirit has said that the Cangyuan sword can't hurt the God of heaven and hell, Ling Chuxi no longer wastes his true Qi and still uses the previous sword.

The spirit of the sword didn't expect Ling Chuxi to move and could not stop her. She could only release her spiritual power and pour it into the sword. On the simple and elegant sword body, a piece of light is shining, such as the Milky way, which is even clearer than the brightest moonlight.

In that dense light, Ling Chuxi's figure is so clear and holy.

While Ling Chuxi started, Yili clenched his teeth and attacked with a dagger.

At last, a touch of solemnity was revealed in his eyes like the abyss, and he opened his mouth to spray out a green light column.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom... " The spirit and genuine Qi in the sword collide with the green light column, and a series of muffled sounds are emitted.

After each dull sound, Ling Chuxi was shocked to take a step back, and the real Qi and aura in the sword was also weakened by one point.

Under the intense concussion, the internal organs were like a huge hammer, and the meridians were also broken inch by inch, sending bursts of piercing pain.

Blood, already dyed red her white clothes, can only rely on the will to insist.

And Yili had already been seriously injured, spitting blood in his mouth, but he still tried his best to stand by Ling Chuxi's side, resisting the nine day thunder like bombardment. A moment ago, we are still enemies of life and death. At this moment, we will hand in hand and hand over our lives to each other.

Under the attack of the sword spirit and power, the dark light and shadow on the body were dimmed a lot.

But Ling Chuxi knew that he was afraid that he could not hold on to the moment when it fell down, and the sword spirit was becoming weaker and weaker. In his mind, the figure of Wei An was almost indistinguishable, and was on the verge of collapse.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!