Seeing that Ling Yichen had nothing to do, Ling Chuxi was relieved. Xiaobai had been outside before, but she didn't have to worry about Xiaobai getting hurt.

"What the hell just happened?" Ling Chuxi looked at the Falling Dust Sword in his hand, and the Falling Dust Sword at this time had more fierce killing intent than before. Gently stroking the body of the sword, she could clearly feel the spirituality in it, obviously, the sword had changed in essence.

"It's not an ordinary sword, it's a spirit sword, but I can't tell what kind of sword it is." Huangfu Qingjue looked at the sword in Ling Chuxi's hand and said with a slight frown.

Spirit Sword?! Ling Chuxi looked at the Falling Dust Sword in his hand in astonishment. This is actually a spirit sword, a spirit sword with a sword spirit! The spirit sword that only exists in legends is actually in his own hand! Ling Chuxi finally understood what he was doing, and he felt as if the Falling Dust Sword was sometimes alive. Because that's simply the truth. The Falling Dust Sword has its own sword spirit!

"Moreover, there is a sword spirit in your sword, and the sword spirit in this cave should belong to it. Now it's back to the ontology. Huangfu Qingjie explained.

Ling Chuxi was even more shocked when he heard Huangfu Qingjue's words. The treasures in the cave actually belonged to the Dust Sword Sword Spirit in his hand. So, what kind of magic weapon is the Falling Dust Sword in his hand?

Huangfu said to Ling Chuxi with a solemn face: "Don't let anyone know about this matter, otherwise it will only bring you endless trouble." ”

"Well, I got it." Ling Chuxi nodded. The sword with a spirit has only been heard of in legends before, and if the news leaks, it will definitely bring endless trouble. She knew this very well, so she nodded solemnly.

Ling Chuxi put away the Falling Dust Sword, turned his head to check on Ling Yichen's injuries, and after checking to make sure that there was nothing serious, he turned his head and wanted to talk to Huangfu Qingjue, but there was already no one behind him. Where is the figure of the emperor?

"What about people?" Ling Chuxi looked ahead in some surprise and muttered to himself.

There is no emperor's clear figure, only Xiaobai, who walked gracefully step by step.

"Xiaobai, why did you come in, didn't you let you wait for us outside? It's dangerous here. Ling Chuxi saw Xiaobai coming in, and stepped forward and hugged it into his arms. Xiaobai raised his head and lightly touched Ling Chuxi's face, as if to comfort her and say that she was fine.

"Hmm......" Ling Yichen slowly woke up at this time, and after seeing Ling Chuxi, he sat up and asked worriedly, "Chuxi, are you okay?" What's going on? ”

"I'm fine." Ling Chuxi shook his head lightly, and then told Ling Yichen about the Falling Dust Sword. Ling Yichen's eyes widened as he listened.

"Spirit Sword!?" Ling Yichen looked at the Falling Dust Sword on Ling Chuxi's waist in shock, he couldn't imagine that such an inconspicuous sword would actually be a divine weapon with a sword spirit. But it's just the way it is!

"Don't leak the news about this matter." Of course, Ling Yichen also thought about how much trouble it would cause if the matter of this sword was revealed, so he also solemnly admonished Ling Chuxi.

"Hmm." Ling Chuxi nodded, "Yichen, how are you feeling now?" ”

"It's no big deal. Let's go, let's get out of the gang first. Ling Yichen looked at his broken sword and smiled bitterly, he had to find another weapon.