There was a sharp pain in Ling Chuxi's heart, obviously, the spirit body that the sword spirit had not had time to recover was hit hard again, and the opponent's demon sword also emitted a more cold and strange light.

Could it be that the sword in their hands was able to absorb the spiritual power of the sword spirit?

Ling Chuxi was shocked in his heart, if he allowed them to attack like this, it wouldn't be long before both the Sword Spirit and the Sword Heart would be scattered, and because of the relationship between the Sword God Gu Qi, he would definitely not end well.

Thinking of this, Ling Chuxi raised his true anger and attacked the man again.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" The man sneered, raised his long knife above his head, and slashed straight down.

The sword wind roared and the killing intent was dense, and mysterious patterns suddenly appeared on the knife body, releasing blood-colored light, and with the knife momentum, a blood-red light curtain was brought out.

When the sword wind hit, Ling Chuxi seemed to smell a strong smell of blood.

The swords intersected, Ling Chuxi's whole body trembled, and in the blood-colored demon knife, there was a strange suction, which firmly stuck to the Falling Dust Sword, and the True Yuan Qi in his body continued to surge outward with the Falling Dust Sword. It turned out that in addition to absorbing spiritual power, the opponent's knife could also absorb the true yuan qi.

In a hurry, Ling Chuxi tried his best to draw his sword, but even his five fingers seemed to be firmly glued to the hilt of the sword, let alone draw the sword, he couldn't even let go. How weird is it? Ling Chuxi had never heard of such a strange exercise in the world, and he was in a hurry for a while, and he couldn't think of a way to deal with it at all.

True Yuan Qi quickly poured out of his body, and a feeling of fatigue and weakness came from his body. What kind of exercise is this?

"A mere pariah, how dare you make a move against my Gongxi clan!" The man's eyes flashed with murder, and he said coldly, "Since you are bent on death, then I will fulfill you, before you die, remember my name, Miyanishi Crazy Knife!" With that, the man suddenly drew his knife and returned.

Ling Chuxi's hand suddenly lightened, and he finally got rid of the strange suction, but his whole body was empty, and he almost didn't have the strength to stand up.

I saw that Gongxi Crazy Knife raised the long knife high again, and slashed down towards Ling Chuxi's head, a blood-colored fog shrouded Ling Chuxi, in the face of such a knife, Ling Chuxi had no power to resist.

The dark and gloomy blood-colored mist, surging and rolling like a wave, emitted a screaming sound like the screams of thousands of unjust souls, making people's hairs stand on end.

A small figure suddenly flew out of the ground, like a string of burning flames, slamming towards the Gongxi Madness Knife.

"Little Red!" Although it was in the fiery light and shadow, Ling Chuxi could still see clearly that the beautiful and petite figure in it was Xiaohong.

Why did he come along? Ling Chuxi thought in surprise and confusion. But he didn't have time to think about it, although he knew that Xiaohong was a demon beast, but he knew that he would not be the opponent of Gongxi Crazy Knife, and then exclaimed: "Come back, don't go." ”

Xiaohong didn't seem to hear her voice, and rushed towards Gongxi at a faster speed.

In fact, as early as when the Gongxi Crazy Knife appeared, Zhen Ye had been hesitating, should he make a move? But seeing that Xiaobai didn't take action, he also suppressed the impulse in his heart. What's more, he was already entangled in his heart, on the one hand, he had "hatred" for Ling Chuxi, but on the other hand, he didn't want to see her have an accident, so he had been hesitating until now.