Chapter 810 One move for another "Ah!" Ghost Ming let out a miserable scream. His throat was swept away by the sudden rush of air, and it swollen like a peach.

The broken bones rubbed against the rocky ground, making a tooth-sore sound, and the pain made Ghost Ming's whole body sweat like rain, the whites of his eyes rolled up, and he almost fainted on the spot.

"It's not over yet. Liang Xi's cold voice sounded in his ears, "You dared to swing your sword at Yue'er just now, right?"

Liang Xi walked in front of the Heavenly Hell Flame Sword and grasped the hilt of the sword.

With a snort, a stream of purple smoke erupted from the hilt of the sword, circling around Liang Xi's arm, circling up like a long snake, and the sword body buzzed and trembled, as if it didn't want Liang Xi to touch it.

Qing Yue was about to remind Liang Xi to be careful of poison, but saw Liang Xi staring at the Heavenly Hell Flame Sword indifferently.

A yellow and green mixed flame emanated from Liang Xi's five fingers, and soon covered the entire sword body.

"Sacrificial Divine Fire!" Qing Yue's eyes widened suddenly.

She never thought that Liang Xi would sacrifice to the Divine Fire.

The purple smoke that came out of it seemed to be dragged by something, and it could no longer continue to climb upward, twisting and slowly retracting into the sword.

As the light in Liang Xi's palm became more and more vivid, the Heavenly Hell Flame Sword kept trembling, and the mixed yellow and green colors started from the position of the hilt, and went all the way down the sword body to the tip of the sword, the purple was covered with yellow-green underneath, and it looked like it wanted to struggle, but it was still completely swallowed by the sacrificial divine fire.

Qing Yue even felt as if he had heard a wail coming from inside the Heavenly Hell Flame Sword.

After thinking about it a little, Qingyue understood.

Countless souls were sealed inside this Heavenly Hell Flame Sword, and the Sacrificial Divine Fire was the only flame that could inflict unhealable wounds on the soul.

After the tempering of the sacrificial divine fire, the vicious resentful spirits in the Heavenly Hell Flame Sword were burned clean at once.

After Liang Xi withdrew the sacrificial divine fire, the sword was still purple, but the original eerie aura had been eliminated.

Seeing that Liang Xi was able to use the sacrificial divine fire, Ghost Ming's face was full of fear.

He was worried that Liang Xi would burn himself with the sacrificial divine fire.

Compared to the pain of being burned by the fire of the sacrificial gods, the physical pain is completely negligible.

Physical wounds are healed and will always heal, while soul wounds are permanently irreparable and are with you all the time.

Ghost Ming was so frightened that he couldn't take care of his broken leg, gritting his teeth and desperately trying to crawl out.

The blood stains on his body dragged a shocking trail of blood on the ground.

The shadow cast from Liang Xi quickly enveloped him.

Before Ghost Ming could react, he saw a purple electric light flash in front of him, followed by a tearing sting pain on the back of his hand.

Liang Xi stabbed the back of Ghost Ming's hand with a sword, and the sharp Heavenly Hell Flame Sword was almost unhindered, nailing Ghost Ming's remaining palm to the ground.

With a slight sneer, the poisonous gas on the blade of the Heavenly Hell Flame Sword corroded Ghost Ming's wounds, and the tragic pain it brought was as if the flesh of Ghost Ming was cut off piece by piece with a knife stained with salt water.

Ghost Ming's throat could no longer scream, his teeth clenched, and his fragile gums were almost crushed.

"If I were you, I would have killed myself by biting my tongue at this time, otherwise there would be even more pain in the future. ”

Liang Xi's words immediately reminded Ghost Ming, and he was about to bite down on his heart, when suddenly there was a crisp click sound on his chin, followed by an extremely painful feeling entering the lower cortex of his brain.

When Ghost Ming reacted, he was horrified to find that Liang Xi had removed his chin, and the twisted jaw made his jaw swollen all over, and saliva mixed with blood foam was flowing down from his crooked mouth, flowing through his chin and neck, and dripping to the ground.

"This time, it's because you just swung your sword at Yue'er. ”

After finishing speaking, Liang Xi's palm was like that, and a thin blue light wheel condensed in his hand, and then flew towards Ghost Ming's back with a roar.

With a snort, the light wheel clinged to Ghost Ming's back, tearing the clothes on his back and lifting it up, and then it was lifted up, and a large piece of it was pasted on the expected red and bright thing.

"Uh!" Although Ghost Ming couldn't scream, he still squeezed out a painful sound in his throat, his neck suddenly tightened, his blood vessels wriggled like thick earthworms, his eyes widened instantly, and the eyeballs he spit out almost burst open his sockets.

Qingyue screamed, covered his face and didn't dare to look at it again, his heart was pounding because he was nervous and scared.

Liang Xi just now, not only lifted the clothes on Ghost Ming's back, but also tore the entire piece of skin on his back by the way.

The feeling that every nerve in the body was extremely painful, no one could bear it, and as he spit out a mouthful of blood, the whites of Ghost Ming's eyes turned up, and he fainted all of a sudden.

"This time, it's because you just torn Yue'er's clothes. ”

Liang Xi's voice still didn't have a trace of emotion.

The most annoying thing in Liang Xi's life is that someone bullies the people he cares about.

Especially this bullying, which happened under my nose.

Liang Xi absolutely cannot tolerate it.

Liang Xi stretched out his foot and kicked Ghost Ming's forehead, seeing that his neck was soft, he wondered, "Fainted?"

Qing Yue glanced through his fingers, and quickly closed his eyes tightly.

Liang Xi snorted, flipped his palm, and a stream of cold water sprayed on Ghost Ming's face.

Stimulated by the cold water, Ghost Ming woke up slowly.

The price of waking up is a sharp pain in the heart.

Before that, he wanted to take advantage of Liang Xi's serious injury to kill this cultivator in one fell swoop.

But I didn't expect that the other party recovered so quickly, and beat himself to the ground like a dead dog.

Ghost Ming's heart is like ashes at the moment, and he only hopes that Liang Xi can give him a good time.

Seeing the desperate look on his face, Liang Xi knew what he was thinking, smiled slightly and shook his head, "Do you want to die?" Wait a while, I remember that you saw Yue'er with your dog eyes before. ”

Hearing Liang Xi say this, a look of extreme fear flashed in Ghost Ming's eyes.

Before he could react, Liang Xi had already pulled out the Heavenly Hell Flame sword, and the tip of the sword picked up Ghost Ming's chin and raised his head.

Two white fingers dangled in front of Ghost Ming's eyes, and Ghost Ming's whole body was like falling into an ice cellar.

He had long regretted it to the extreme, why did he listen to the words of the Curse Hades King and go to the Xuanyu Realm so much, after he went, why didn't he lift the seal and leave, he insisted on fighting with Liang Xi, and then he couldn't beat it, why did he follow him here with injuries.

"Your pair of dog eyes—" The corners of Liang Xi's mouth rose slightly, and two fingers thrust towards Ghost Ming's eyes like lightning.