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The blood-colored bud was extremely hungry, and it was tightly inserted into Zipei's chest, it did not waste a drop of blood, Zipei's blood formed a thick blood line and slowly spread out and seeped into the sword body, like countless tiny blood vessels; The sword body exposed to the chest instantly exuded a dazzling brilliance, like a brilliant elongated jade with a seven-colored light, more like a sunrise in the morning light.

Xue Beilei was also replenished by her strength in an instant, her energy doubled, and the Great Wall of the wall of light also emitted a strong color, blocking tens of thousands of Yan troops from the "Great Wall".

Xue Beilei turned into a sharp sword and stabbed at the Dao Chief, who was resisting the sudden blow, but the enchantment he hastily made was like a rag, vulnerable to a blow, and the sword pierced directly through his chest; Almost at the same time, the blood-colored bud burst out of Zipei's chest and chased directly after Qing Qin, who was trying to break through the barrier of the Great Wall of Beams.

Xue Beilei also eats blood, especially the blood of such demons, absorbing the blood of this Dao Master who has been cultivating for hundreds of years is beneficial and harmless to her own cultivation; The blood-colored bud has not yet sucked it up, and it is particularly bloodthirsty.

Xue Beilei is very kind after all, and the sword she turned into still spared the life of the Dao Chief, but at this time, the Dao Chief's skills have been lost, and the person has regained his original appearance, old and long-haired, skinny, and extremely weak. The blood-colored bud also reluctantly left Qing Qin's body, but its body at this time was burning like a furnace, covered in golden light, overflowing with color, and extremely enchanting.

The sword veins, the tiny tree-like forked sword veins, flowed with blood, but the blood was burning blood, and the sword light was the brilliance of the burning sword veins. The more it burns, the darker it becomes, and finally it is calcined into a purple beam.

The entire Yan army of nearly 200,000 sank because of the defeat of the commander, the middle-level generals could not control the lower-level generals, the lower-level generals were overwhelmed by the fear of ordinary soldiers, the various brigades rushed against each other, the various squads poured into each other, and they were shouting everywhere: "Escape-"

The entire Yan army camp was toppled by a word escape, and the domino card spread throughout the entire army in an instant, and almost all the soldiers fled frantically in the direction of the Yan country, and they only hated the lack of two legs.

At this time, the Zhao army had already opened the city gate when the main general of the Yan army fell, and pursued behind the Yan army, those who were close could not run the chase of the feather arrows, the infantry was trampled by the cavalry, and the slow ones were trampled by the fast ones......

The corpses were spread all the way through, and they were layered far ahead, and there were also those who lost their helmets and unloaded their guns and surrendered along the way, and they could be seen all the way to crying and moaning, which was indeed extremely miserable, and slowly only the cavalry that fled in a hurry, as well as the scattered infantry.

Zi Pei lay quietly on the bed, and there were a few solemn faces standing next to him, they were carefully probing Zi Pei's pulse, checking Zi Pei's wounds, and then muttering quietly beside them.

"This general has lost too much blood, his pulse is weak, and his life is dying, so I am afraid that there is not much time." The fourth sister led the army to chase the enemy, leaving only her two brothers who were rescued and wounded. This is also the consensus of several Lang in the army. It's just that they still seem to have doubts.

"We looked at his body, and how come there were no wounds? There wasn't a single scratch, where did his blood come from? ”

"His face was extremely pale, and an ordinary person could tell that he had lost too much blood; His pulse was extremely weak, almost like a dead pulse, but he was not dead, and I could still feel his pulse, only a few beats of a cup of tea. I've never seen this before. ”

Many soldiers saw Zipei on the city at that time, but he stuck his sword into his chest, and everyone thought that he had committed suicide.

"My brother was just sucked a lot of blood by his sword, and if I had a way to return the blood absorbed by the sword to my brother, it would be fine." "That's right, it's just that I've never heard of this sword sucking blood, it's just your imagination. Even if the sword sucks blood, how can it be returned to the general? ”

"I have my own way."

The blood-colored bud is in Xue Beilei's hand, and the blood-colored bud at this time is not blood-red, but purple, a kind of purple with a dull ancient makeup, but it also brings infinite confusion to the eyes, like a deep black hole, mysterious but very real.

Bud pulled the blade out of the scabbard, and the blood-red blade had turned a mature purple, which was different from the purple of the scabbard, but its purple was a deep emptiness and fascination in the bright sky, as if the corner of the sword was a glimpse of a bright star in the starry sky. When it is all opened, it is a purple sun, revealing warmth, but also oozing with slaughter and cold; Slaughter is on the verge of death, and warmth is only for the friends it identifies.

Xue Beilei pulled suddenly, only to see a beam of light leaving wisps of light in the space, Beilei's right index finger pulled a trail of blood on the blade, and these blood stuck to the blade like tiny purple pearls, and each tiny pearl is a small purple sun. Her blood, the blood-colored sword body, did not absorb it, but slowly merged into a thin stream, like a string of purple pearls flowing towards the tip of the sword. A torrent of torrents shot out from the tip of the sword, a very thin high-speed blood, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the chest of the sub-match; The blood that rushed into Zibei's chest disappeared in an instant, like a trickle rushing into the sea, and the waves were not alarming, this is what this little girl called returning the blood to Zibei, but this blood is as hot as lava, how can his blood vessels stand it?

"Can his fragile veins not burn?" A man next to him was not worried, but in the face of reality, his cognition was broken and he didn't dare to say his thoughts out loud.

Everyone also saw that Zibei's forehead was dripping with sweat, and the steam was boiling like bathing in a natural hot spring, and the thick steam on his body enveloped him, impermeable to any gaps.

They also heard bursts of lung-tearing wails, like a person surrounded by fire, miserable and sad, a few people couldn't stand it, and wanted to take out the courage to rescue Zipei, but at this time, Xue Beilei's sword stood sideways, and her sword was as cold and shocking as Zibei's mournful scream.

There were a few who couldn't bear it psychologically, and could only walk far, hoping not to hear the terrible screams that seemed to come from hell.

But everyone knows that Xue Beilei will not murder her son, it's just that everyone can't pass that hurdle psychologically.

Slowly everyone felt that the voice was much weaker, and after a while, it was very, very weak, as if everything was dead.

"Will he not be able to hold it and die?" "Look, I saw the table breaking, and the cracking of the floor, and the ......" "And the bones breaking, and the ......, I heard the sound of tearing skin and muscles, like ......" "Is what you said true, it's not so scary." He tore his chest open, and that was terrifying. "I've done it, I'm no stranger to that voice, I'm sure it's the sound of tearing my chest." "I heard a very loud pulsating sound, like a person's heart being exposed outside the body, and it was still beating, and the sound was crisp and clear, not like it was beating in the body." "Don't say it, you are doing this, damn it, I'm just a Chinese medicine doctor, I've never seen that thing."

No one found out what kind of life and death dojo was going on inside, but they just exchanged their feelings and feelings with each other in their hearts, maybe it was a little delusion, maybe it was real.

It's just that after everyone cleared the fog, everyone saw a sub-match with a whole body ****, he was very calm, his miserable white face just now was already full of red, and his muscles became well-defined and unusually developed; The skin turns brown, as if the fat of the muscles has been baked, and it shines brown.

Xue Beilei has long since left......

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