The 1172nd Feng Yan, beat him!

Zhilan Ruyu's eyes flashed with a hint of nervousness that he had never felt before, and he hurriedly wanted to grab the Burial Soul Sword.

Senior sister, don't, although I don't know how the little junior sister knows this blood soul sealing method.

But it doesn't matter if the Soul Burial Sword can be, his soul is damaged, and his strength is greatly reduced, but this kind of blood soul seal, according to the strength of the little junior sister, it can't be implemented at all, and the Soul Burial Sword will eat her soul.

If how many remnant souls are devoured by the Soul Burial Sword, they will be eaten in the sword mound forever, Wuxi is endless, and they will never be able to live in the sword!

Just when Zhilan Ruyu was about to catch the Soul Burial Sword, she was shocked back by the light in Chang Geyue's hand, and Zhilan Ruyu's heart was torn apart, "Senior sister, stop it, I'll let you go, I'll let you go!" ”

Zhilan Ruyu's voice was trembling, she had never experienced such a change in her life.

But Chang Geyue smiled sadly, a mouthful of blood spit out of her mouth, and her face turned white like a porcelain doll in an instant, "Collect!" ”

"Baby, mommy wants to ...... I'm sorry for you. "You have to hold back.

It's coming, it's coming.

As long as the Soul Burial Sword is sealed, there is a soul and a soul of Zhilan Ruyu on it, Zhilan Ruyu will inevitably be hit hard, and the second senior brother and eldest brother will definitely be able to take her away at that time.

As for the child, don't be afraid, my mother will do her best to protect you.

So...... Don't be afraid.

By all means, don't be afraid!

The Soul Burial Sword instantly followed the light of Chang Geyue's palm and slowly attracted it to Chang Geyue's hand.

The light in Chang Geyue's palm slowly dimmed, and beads of sweat the size of beans were rolled down from Chang Geyue's forehead! And her whole person seemed to be possessed by a ghost, and her face was pale.

And the light in the palm of his hand became more and more dim with the sealing of the Soul Burial Sword.

Zhilan Ruyu's eyes were completely sad.

But Chang Geyue's eyes are all illusory, so he must hold on and collect the Soul Burial Sword.

Can't faint, Chang Geyue gritted her teeth slightly, but the scene in front of her became more and more blurred.

"Collect, seal up, seal the soul and extinguish!"

Chang Geyue bit her lip fiercely, but the Soul Burial Sword suddenly seemed to be struggling before death, and the gray yin qi instantly soared.

Chang Geyue took a deep breath, and with a silver dagger, he was about to cut his wrist, blood sacrifice!

And at this moment, a warm embrace that Chang Geyue had been greedy for fell from the sky, and he knocked down the dagger in Chang Geyue's hand with his backhand.

The cold ice sword in his hand was cold for a while, and it hit directly on the soul burial sword.

Zhilan Ruyu spit out a mouthful of black blood in an instant, and the Cold Ice Sword actually hit his soul directly!

At this time, a dark blue light rose out of thin air, forcibly separating Changgeyue and the Soul Burial Sword.

Chang Geyue's eyes were confused, but the red shadow in front of her made her feel at ease, "You...... It's coming,"

Feng Yan looked at Chang Geyue, his eyes were full of distress, this pain tugged at his heart fiercely, but he just looked at Chang Geyue but smiled gently, "Fool." ”

Chang Geyue looked at Feng Yan, and smiled for some reason, but when she smiled, she felt that there was a salty liquid flowing into the corner of her mouth, and Feng Yan gently pinched his nose, "I'm going to be a mother, and I'm still crying." ”

Chang Geyue didn't know what was the infinite grievance, and when Feng Yan laughed at her, she actually cried even louder, "You...... How did you come back, how do you know I'm pregnant, you, you, you...... He bullied me, Feng Yan, you beat him for me! ”

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