Ling Chuxi watched the two of them staggered with their long swords, every small movement, every light pick of the tip of the sword, it looked so simple and simple, but it was secretly in line with the way of heaven. Seeing the sword styles of the two, Ling Chuxi seemed to feel the reincarnation of this continent for ten thousand years.

Ling Chuxi couldn't tell who was who for a long time, and could only feel an endless killing intent and a vast atmosphere permeating the sky, sometimes canceling each other out, sometimes colliding fiercely.

Ling Chuxi's heart lifted, although she didn't seem to understand everything that happened in her mind, she understood one thing, the so-called Cangyuan who appeared behind was trying to destroy her divine consciousness and seize the Nine Yin Absolute Vein, and the sword spirit that had already existed in her mind was desperately protecting her.

Once he fails, he is completely finished.

The two figures staggered countless times, intersected countless times with sword intent, and finally stopped, the two of them met with their long swords, and their bodies were also against each other, both of them were full of exhaustion, and their figures became illusory, and they seemed to be evenly matched, and fell into a stalemate.

Ling Chuxi wanted to help, but he didn't know how to use his divine sense to attack. She felt anxious in her heart, and if she continued like this, she would really disappear completely. She didn't want to disappear completely, and she was no longer the same as before. In the past, she had no worries, and she was alone, even if she died, she felt meaningless. And now, she has too many concerns. At this moment, Qingjie outside must be anxious and waiting for her. How could she leave by herself, she swore that her deep affection for Qingjue would never be disappointed. No! She must get rid of this predicament, see her life again, and return to Qingjue's side.

"Quick, use your blood to merge into the Falling Dust Sword, contract the sword spirit, only in this way can it be subdued." In my mind, a mellow voice suddenly came to mind.

Ling Chuxi glanced at it, a cruel smile appeared on the man's face, and the divine light in his eyes flew, and the divine light in the eyes of the sword spirit gradually shone out, obviously unable to resist.

Without having time to think about it, Ling Chuxi instinctively reached out and shook it towards the Falling Dust Sword.

Only then did Ling Chuxi discover that his divine consciousness had entered a very wonderful state, sinking into his heart while dominating his body.

The falling dust sword came out, his fingers slashed across the sharp blade, a slight stinging pain came, and a drop of blood oozed out of the wound, as if immersed in sand, blending into the cold sword body, and the silver-white front flashed red, and then quickly disappeared.

In his mind, a faint red halo hung like a rainbow in the galaxy.

"What are you going to do?" The man's face froze with a sinister smile, a look of horror.

The sword spirit glanced at him, his lips moved slightly, in the starry sky, the mysterious light streaks rippled like water waves, and a voice sounded in his ears, like the whisper of the wind, like the chant of the earth, like the murmur of the sky.

"You...... You...... Sword God Guqi, you actually used the Sword God Guqi! Ancient killing sword, the soul of the abyss, how can you be a servant with a mere mortal, I am unwilling, I am not reconciled......" The man let out an unwilling roar, and his face was distorted and deformed like a knife and axe.

But under the ripples of light, there was no resistance at all.

His figure became more and more empty, and after the last moment, it turned into a dot of light and shadow, merging with the figure of the sword spirit.

In the end, who is Cangyuan and who is the sword spirit, Ling Chuxi can't tell the difference.