Before Qinghui could react, his body had been hugged from behind, and then he was put into his arms.

With a warm chest on his back, Qinghui looked up.

Immediately after that, Qinghui's small hand holding the sword was grabbed like this.

A warm hand glued up and clasped her hand tightly.

The Void Blade lost its spiritual power and dissipated.

The big hand was inch by inch, instantly glued up, interlocked with Qinghui's ten fingers, and smoothly detained Qinghui's whole person in his arms.

Then the beautiful young man lowered his head, with a smile on the corner of his lips, watching her look up, breathing shallowly, with a cold breath, "Don't just look at him......"

Look at me.

What's there to see about him?

Keeping your eyes on him for so long?

Qinghui sighed, trying to push him away a little.

After all, it's not over yet.

Even if it's Luo Bei, she has to do it and slash him with a sword!

Stubbornness from Lord Spirit Sword!

Whoever bullies Lord Spirit Sword is equivalent to stealing Lord Spirit Sword's cake.

This hatred is not shared!

Looking at the stubborn little madman in his arms, he still wants to do it.

Xie Feiran tightened his hands and wrapped the person tightly, a little silent.

He calculated for a long time, and even half of the sword cultivation book had been gnawed.

He was already ready to turn his spiritual cultivation into sword cultivation, and then held his spiritual sword little ancestor in his arms.

But this little ancestor, she doesn't follow the routine, she ran out to find the spirit sword to fight, have you seen it?

He hadn't seen it, but he always felt ...... Not surprising at all.

And at this time, Tiandao finally found an opportunity, and with a bang, the big thunder at the mouth of the bowl fell, slashing at the other party's body one after another.

It seems to be creating the feeling that he hasn't split for so long, but in fact, it is to brew the current thunderclouds.

The aura that Jiang Xuan had finally condensed and was dispersed by Qinghui was split like this and dissipated again.

Jiang Xuan spit out a mouthful of blood, his body was scorched black by thunder and lightning, and he could obviously feel that he had lost a big realm.

This kind of power makes people even less interested.

Qinghui sighed in a low voice, and seemed to be a little entangled in whether he still wanted to cut it?

Forget it, Lord Spirit Sword, there is a beginning and an end to doing things.

I wanted to break free from his arms and go to mend the knife.

Knife repair is a very important part.

As a villain, you must not forget.

Light coffee: ......??? Villain???

Xie Feiran was about to lose control of Qinghui, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"You, let go, I'm going to mend the knife!"

Even in the eyes of Lord Lingjian, Luo Bei is still Luo Bei in the end, but this knife still has to be supplemented.

Xie Feiran leaned forward with his whole body, took Qinghui in his arms, and dragged Qinghui's moon-white cuffs with his hand, a little helpless, "The other party did something bad and was struck by lightning, let's not join in the fun." ”

The most important thing is that no matter how powerful Qinghui is, it is only a spirit sword in the weapon mound, while Jiang Xuan is a real Upper Realm Venerable.

If you really do it, the immortal cultivation world pays the most attention to cause and effect, even if Qinghui is a spirit sword, but it also gives birth to a spirit, if she does it like this, it will be contaminated with some trouble, although she may not care about this, but as long as she thinks about it, if this person is involved with Qinghui, it will make him very unhappy.

However, it is much easier to say that this kind of thing is to mend the knife, and it is much easier to say that he has been disturbed by his experience.

"He bullied me...... Huihui has helped me find justice, so should I do the final treatment...... What about the more relieving hatred? ”。

Xie Feiran chuckled, his voice a little soft.