"Don't!" Ling Chuxi's tears instantly lost her sight and shouted angrily.
The seal in the Qihai, under that huge pressure, actually showed a sign of loosening. The cold breath poured into the ridians, and the whole body seed to fall into the ice cave, but the body imdiately recovered its ability to move.
"It doesn't matter, whatever he is a master of the Ming clan, kill this monster first." Seeing that Ling Yichen and other people were seriously injured, Ling Chuxi couldn't care much anymore. He clung to the falling dust sword and prepared to use the sword of the Cangyuan. This is the strongest sword.
"It's useless, the body of Devouring God is dead. With the strength of your true yuan peak, even if you use the Cangyuan swordsmanship, you can't destroy its ghost body. You go, let go!" Cangyuan sword spirit 'S voice sounded again in his mind.
The falling dust sword's slight tremor was like life. Ling Chuxi clearly felt that a full of spiritual power was condensing on the sword. Obviously, the sword spirit wanted to fight against the Sky Devouring God with his own spiritual power.
"No!" Ling Chuxi said flatly.
Even with the spiritual power of the sword spirit's heyday, it may not be able to defeat the Sky Devouring God, not to ntion the large consumption of spiritual power at this ti, and there is no ti to recover. Once defeated, it may fall into the end of the soul, how could Ling Chuxi be left alone Watch him die.
"Do we still have a chance to choose?" Jian Ling smiled faintly and said softly, "Go, if there is a chance in the future, to avenge the sword master, it should be my lifelong wish."
"Senior..." Ling Chuxi finally shook her head. Even if she died in a battle together, she must not watch Jian Ling go to death!
No longer giving the sword spirit a chance to speak, Ling Chuxi moved, and jumped high, slashing his head towards the Sky Devouring God. Now that the sword spirit has said that the sword skill of Cangyuan can't hurt the Sky God, Ling Chuxi no longer wastes true energy, and still uses the previous sword.
Jian Ling didn't expect Ling Chuxi to move as soon as she could, and she couldn't stop her. She could only release her spiritual power and infuse into the sword. On the simple and ti-honored sword, a piece of spiritual light shines, like water leaking out of the Milky Way, which is clearer than the brightest moonlight.
In that spirit light, Ling Chuxi's figure was so pure and holy.
Just as Ling Chuxi started, Yili gritted her teeth tightly, and she attacked with her dagger side by side.
In the eyes of the abyss-like eyes that bitten the sky, finally a touch of dignity was revealed, and a blue pillar of light was sprayed out of his mouth.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..." Aura of Qi in the sword collided with the column of Qingyou Light, and made a series of muffled sounds.
After every muffled sound, Ling Chuxi was shocked to take a step back, and the true aura in the sword was weak.
Under the violent turbulence, the internal organs were like a big hamr, and the ridians also ruptured, and there was a burst of pain.
Blood, already dyed her white clothes, could only insist on perseverance.
Yi Li was already seriously injured and he vomited blood in her mouth, but she still tried her best to stand beside Ling Chuxi, resisting the nine-day thunder bombardnt. A rival who was alive and dead a mont ago, joined hands together at this mont to deliver life to each other's hands.
Sky Devouring Beast also showed fatigue, and under the attack of the sword spirit, the dark light and shadow on his body dimd a lot.
However, Ling Chuxi knew that he might not be able to stick to the mont when it fell, and the sword spirit was getting weaker and weaker. In his mind, the figure of Wei An was almost indistinguishable and had reached the brink of collapse.
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