The silver, blood-stained sword like frost, was still flying around her, as if trying to protect her.

But within a moment, the power of this sword seemed to have been lost, and finally the luster of the spirit became a little dimmed.

It was an indescribably obscure light, and it seemed to be completely different from the boundless majesty of the previous one.

The endless glossy spirit xing, this sword at this time, is just a beautiful-looking, small female xinghua silver sè long sword.

It's like a mysterious iceberg fairy, after shedding its coat, it presents an unpretentious inner being.

"The sword has a spirit xing, although it is still the same sword, but the essence is already a little different. It seems that she can evolve the sword she wears with her to such a level, and her cultivation is far more powerful than I imagined. ”

Zhou Yan muttered to himself in his heart, he still stood in place for a moment, and then walked over thoughtfully.

This inexplicable woman, whose identity background is not simple, and it seems that she has just experienced a rather fierce battle, and has obviously suffered heavy trauma.

If it is an ordinary person, with Zhou Yan's current heart, he may not necessarily be saved, after all, the reality is cruel, maybe people like this pretend to be injured are used to frame monks from all walks of life in this way, so as to kill people and seize treasures, after all, in order to cultivate, there are not a few people who do everything to the extreme.

But this woman, those previous words also prove that her relationship with the palace master of the Bixue Palace is not shallow, Zhou Yan does not look at anything, but also looks at the friendship of the gift of cultivation resources against the sky.

That is a great help to him, such a fortune, even if it is his Zhou family's current family, with the full strength of the family, he can't make up this wealth.

For this alone, Zhou Yan, a person who had something to do with the palace master of Bixue Palace, would not sit idly by.

He walked over to the woman.

The woman fell into the rain-soaked grass, covered in blood, and looked in a terrible condition.

Her brows frowned slightly, her willow-like eyebrows looked very elegant, and her jade-like face was also extremely beautiful.

Her eyes were closed, and her long, slightly curly eyelashes trembled from time to time, and each tremor seemed to indicate that she was suffering from an unimaginable pain.

This pain, against her pale face and the blood on her body, was as if there was an evil spirit in her body, constantly gnawing at her soul.

Zhou Yan looked at this piece of heaven and earth, and didn't know what the next situation would be here, so he hugged the woman sideways, and then left in the distance first.

Zhou Yan didn't understand all aspects of injuries like this woman, but because of the inheritance of the grandmaster, Zhou Yan knew how to heal injuries with internal qi, and in addition, there was also the method of "Yi Tendon Forging Bones" of the "Nine Yin Nine Yang Heart Sutra".

Therefore, when he walked out of a certain distance and did not sense that someone was chasing him, Zhou Yan found a slightly peaceful place.

The wasteland is not an endless flat land, but there are also small mountains and hills, but these are relatively small compared to the large mountain ranges.

Zhou Yan hugged the woman, sat down under a somewhat steep boulder, and then helped the woman to sit down, and sat opposite the woman.

In this process, Zhou Yan inevitably touched this woman's slender ** and the soft body with a faint fragrance and a faint smell of blood. He was inexplicably a little hot in his heart, and couldn't help but rub two handfuls on this woman's chest, this time, it was really cool, he almost gave up his exercises, to have a good understanding of how this woman's body grew.

He also had some contempt in his heart, but his hand still didn't stay, and he told him to forget it after touching it, but he couldn't help but knead it a few more times.

It wasn't until he faintly heard the woman seem to 'snort' that he was relieved of the wonderful thrill of 'stealing'.

Then, he said to himself in a sanctimonious manner: "Well, the heart is fine, it has not been seriously damaged, and after careful examination, it can be determined that there is no major problem." ”

As he spoke, he took out his ring, took out two medium-grade spirit crystals from it, and placed them on the woman's legs, and then began to operate the sword qi energy in his body, controlling the flow of the internal energy flow, and then facing the woman's hands, the sword qi was gradually forced into the woman's body.

He can also look inward now, with the help of his own vitality, he can almost vaguely see the situation in this woman's body, but unfortunately this is only a relatively superficial judgment, otherwise, with Zhou Yan's xingzi, I am afraid that it is not impossible to take advantage of this ability to look at this woman's body once.

At this time, because the induction was not very clear, but the meridians could be determined, Zhou Yan was no longer distracted, but suppressed the evil fire in his heart, and silently and seriously healed the woman.

The energy of that spirit crystal was gradually refined by Zhou Yan's qi pillar, and this time it was obviously much more difficult, but it could still be refined, and every time the energy was refined, in Zhou Yan's own opinion, it was a bit powerful and terrifying, but for this woman, it was like a drop in the bucket, and every time a large amount of energy was absorbed by the other party in a short period of time......

Zhou Yan didn't know if this had any effect, so he kept doing it back and forth until he gradually felt very tired...... It's not physical tiredness, it's mental fatigue, and it's a feeling like you're hurting your mind.

How long time has passed, Zhou Yan doesn't know, he began to feel that this is really a thankless thing, his only hope is that this woman will come to her senses, and then, she can take the initiative to recuperate, so that he will be much better.

He has been insisting like this until this woman's aura is still weak, and he himself can no longer hold on.

"It seems that I can't save you, I've done my best. Don't blame me if you're dead. ”

Zhou Yan glanced at the woman and finally let go of his hand.

The woman's face looked a little better, and suddenly began to pale again, her body, as if it could not hold any gas, how much energy went in, how much energy came out, fortunately, Zhou Yan's special meridians could allow her body to absorb some sword qi energy more or less.

Otherwise, in her situation, I am afraid that there is only a dead end.

After Zhou Yan said this, he looked at this woman whose face was gradually turning white, and looked at the wonderful demeanor of her body, and really felt a little regretful.

This is a stunningly beautiful woman, no matter the temperament or figure, it is the best.

Moreover, she is also a friend of the palace master of Bixue Palace, in the situation she did before, knowing that her sword was guarded by the sword soul phantom imprint from the palace master of Bixue Palace, even when she was on the line of life and death, she still let him go and did not attack him......

In other words, when he was seriously injured, there were people he didn't know, but he was afraid that he wouldn't ask the reason, and killed him with a sword to ensure his safety......

Thinking of this, he was a little unbearable.

He has never been a kind person, and after fusing the memories of that grandmaster, he is even more ruthless, but at this time, for some reason, he always feels a little lost.

The woman's body began to soften, as if she had no soul, and she was about to fall. At this time, the sword of the snow sè flew out at once, chirping softly, whimpering, and the sound was extremely tragic.

Zhou Yan's eyes flashed with a kind of surprise and shock, this is an unimaginable touch, this sword is like a human, screaming, crying!

A sword, with life?

Even Zhou Yan, who accepted the bizarre scientific and technological inheritance knowledge on the earth, couldn't help but be touched by this scene at this time.

The sword was beating, and the sword body bloomed with brilliance again, this time, it was the kind of miserable white brilliance, and as soon as this brilliance came out, this sword gave Zhou Yan a feeling that he was about to be ruined.

"Slow down—don't be impulsive...... I'll find a way again, don't ruin miè, otherwise if she recovers, you are gone, she will definitely not live alone!"

Zhou Yan was deeply shocked when he saw such a move as this sword!

He finally knew that in the later stage of the way of the sword, why there were many rumors that 'the sword is in the people, and the sword destroys the people', because the sword also has love!

This is the real sword of sentient beings, the way of sentient swords!

Zhou Yan took a deep breath and said to this sword, he said it with a heart of awe and sincerity.

Then, he carefully sensed the sword—and after his words, the sword finally stopped its self-destructing aura.

It was still trembling and chirping, but Zhou Yan felt that it was no longer a whimpering mournful sound, but a ...... Contains endless feelings of gratitude.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and took out two high-grade spirit crystals, and at the same time, he took out a wine jug from the Qiankun ring that his father left behind—it was the kind of refreshing wine that his father liked to drink!

In this ring, his father left only some carved statues and uncarved pieces of iron, and all he had was this wine, which was filled to the brim.

This is an unknown drink, Zhou Yan has never drunk it before, but that time, when he was talking to his father, his father had an epiphany and threw a pot of wine, and the smell of wine gave him a very strong stimulus!

At this time, he couldn't, so he thought of using this wine to stimulate his Jing God and help this woman.

This time, it was also the last time he tried his best, if this time it still didn't work, then even if this woman was so big, he couldn't do anything about it.