Xia Zhicicada held the pomegranate branch with emerald green leaves, and as soon as he stepped out of the door of the small courtyard, a white halo emanated from the branches and leaves.

Those black fogs were like mice that saw cats, and they retreated in panic, but they stopped at a distance of about a zhang from Xia Zhicicada, and they didn't dare to approach but didn't dare to leave.

"It's still working."

He walked around for a while, but strangely found that he did not encounter any attack, and the demon hiding in the dark never made a move.

"Is it because of this ......?"

If it was because Brother Nangong gave him this branch that could dispel the black mist, that evil would not dare to make a move, then he might attack others.

Thinking of this, his pace was a little faster.

Because the black fog receded, many scenes in the courtyard appeared in front of him, quite neatly furnished, and there were darkened happy words glued to each window sill.

It seems that when something happened, it seemed like a happy event was going on here.

The broken word of joy has been dimmed like the mark left after the blood has dried up, and it should be a place of joy, but it is full of indescribable sadness.

Suddenly, a room not far away attracted Xia Zhicicada. It looked as if something had fallen from the sky and smashed a huge hole in the green tiled roof.

It won't be ......

Xia Zhician felt a little bad in his heart, and hurriedly ran over, knocked on the door directly, and saw Jiang Qin who fell into a big pit on the ground through the brilliance of the pomegranate branch in his arms.

"Hey, Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin! Wake up......"

I first reached out to touch the pulse, and after feeling the woman's fairly strong pulse, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, at least the person was fine.

As soon as he probed his true qi into the unconscious Jiang Qin's body, he suddenly felt an inexplicable suction coming out of his dantian, and the true qi in Jiang Qin's body suddenly entered Xia Zhicicada's body like an upturned river.

"This ...... What's going on? ”

Xia Zhicicada sank into the dantian, and looked at his dantian with his mind, and then discovered what the source of that suction was.

The immortal sword qi, which was not much thicker than a hair, was now like a glutton, who had been hungry for several days, and suddenly saw countless delicious foods, desperately devouring the true qi that poured in.

The immortal sword qi was condensed by the sword qi of Wu Yanzi, although it took three hundred years for the dragon corpse to be transformed into its own thing, and it was later forcibly absorbed into the body by Xia Zhicicada.

But in the final analysis, the immortal sword qi is essentially composed of the true qi of the boundless son, whether it is the dragon corpse or the Xia Zhicicada, they all forcibly obtained the right to use it through the method of the invisible sword qi.

However, Jiang Qin is the authentic inheritance of Wuyazi, and his cultivation is no different from the ancestor three hundred years ago, and he is also a pure sword cultivator.

The immortal sword qi has not absorbed the true qi for a long time because the true qi in Xia Zhicicada's body is close to exhaustion, and now he finally feels the majestic true qi, and it is the Wuyazi true qi that he is most familiar with, so he opened his mouth very unceremoniously and ate it fiercely.

"Xia Zhicicada ...... Are you picking up on me? ”

Jiang Qin didn't know when she woke up, she clearly felt that the true qi in her body was pumped out, and through the place where the two of them touched, it surged into Xia Zhicicada's body.

She actually didn't know what Cai Bu was doing, but occasionally she heard the female disciples on Dragon and Tiger Mountain talking quietly with each other, as if they were instilling the true qi in their own bodies into each other's bodies.

Isn't his current state with Xia Zhicicada the rumored supplement?

"You're awake, ahem...... Don't talk nonsense, I don't, I'm not ......"

Xia Zhician was choked by Jiang Qin's question, and coughed several times in a row, and he didn't know how to explain what the two of them were doing, but now he couldn't let go of his hand.

It wasn't until the sword qi in his body that he had eaten and drunk enough that he let go of the hand that had been holding Jiang Qin's wrist.

"True Anger...... Less than half. ”

Jiang Qin retracted his wrist and probed his body, and found that the originally full dantian qi sea was suddenly missing half of his true qi.

She pursed her lips and said in a somewhat resentful tone.

Xia Zhiciao's scalp was even more numb, no matter how he listened to it, he felt that Jiang Qin's words meant that he was responsible, but he couldn't help himself, and if he was responsible......

What exactly is responsible?

"Sorry, it's my question. I'll tell you about that...... How is your body? ”

Jiang Qin got up from the big pit on the ground, she looked up at the huge hole that should have been smashed out by herself, and then looked down at the big pit full of cracks on the ground.

Her memory is stuck in being thrown out by the long black knife, and the huge force actually made her faint......

I didn't even know when it fell, but I finally woke up, and found that there was a guy holding his wrist, greedily absorbing the true qi in his body.

"It's fine. I've seen that ......."

Jiang Qin said as she took off all the delicate walking ornaments on her head, and several of them were shattered into pieces, and she carefully tucked them into her cuffs.

It was something given to her by Princess Le, and she couldn't lose it at will.

"It's so powerful that my sword was cut open by him with a single sword."

Jiang Qin found that he had finally studied the trick, but he couldn't block that evil sword, and the sword circumference composed of sword qi was like paper paste.

This made her a little unhappy.

"You actually blocked his knife and still didn't get hurt?"

Xia Zhician noticed the frustration in Jiang Qin's eyes, so he pretended to be surprised and raised his hands to show the woman the scratches on his clothes, and then said:

"You're amazing. I'm almost exhausted just trying to dodge his knife, and you can block his knife head-on. ”

"Hmmm......"

Jiang Qin looked at Xia Zhicicada, who was almost like a flower butterfly, and his mood improved slightly, but he still felt a little weak and said:

"No, you and I can't subdue that evil alone. What should I do now......"

"It's okay, I have a magic weapon to deal with him."

Xia Zhicicada took out the pomegranate branch in his arms like a treasure and handed it to Jiang Qin's eyes.

"It's ......"

Jiang Qin looked at the strange pomegranate branch in front of him, although it exuded a white halo, it also contained a little ordinary aura, just by relying on this, he could defeat that evil?

"You don't care what this is, just let me arrange everything."

Xia Zhicicada waved the pomegranate branch, Jiang Qin also stretched out his hand and called, and the flying sword that she didn't know where to fly after she fell appeared in front of her.

"Okay."

Jiang Qin knew that he was not as good as Xia Zhicicada about catching demons, so now he just had to honestly follow the arrangement.

When the two were about to leave the room, Xia Zhician was attracted by a flickering cold light, and he walked over quickly, and found that it was a long sword stuck in the corner.

This room seems to be a study, but after Jiang Qin smashed it in before, it produced a huge concussive force, blowing everything in the room to the corners of the four walls, and this sword should also fall here for this reason.

Airplanes!

Xia Zhician pulled out the long sword hidden in the ruins. The sword body was as bright as water, and there was a clear fracture mark in the middle, but it was forged back together, but the trace did not disappear.

The sword was windless and automatic, making a crisp sound.

"I just don't have a weapon to take advantage of, and someone will send a pillow when I'm really sleepy."

Xia Zhician usually doesn't use a blade, he usually subdues demons with his bare hands, and only uses weapons in special circumstances.

This is also the tradition of the spirit officer, in order to leave room for you to do things, some demons and monsters have not killed people, so there is no need to put them to death, you can leave a glimmer of life.

So Xia Zhician has never been worthy of a sword, even if what he is best at is sword moves. In fact, if he hadn't gone up to the Sleepy Dragon to learn Taoism, it would have been very likely to become a swordsman on the rivers and lakes.

The sword body is shining, like a pool of clear water.

Xia Zhician held a pomegranate branch in his left hand and a Qingxiao sword in his right hand, and walked into the courtyard filled with black fog step by step.

"Good sword."

Jiang Qin is a sword cultivator, so he is naturally a person who loves swords. Her eyes shone brightly, and she looked at the long sword until she saw the broken mark in the middle of the sword, and her eyes suddenly welled up with sadness.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Zhician only knew that this sword was the best among the swords he had ever seen, of course, except for those swords that had been refined into magic weapons, those long swords that had been seen simply on the rivers and lakes, and this one in his hand could definitely rank in the top three.

If it weren't for this fracture, it would definitely be a well-deserved first.

"This sword, it's screaming, it's related to this fracture, it should be a very sad story......

Jiang Qin can't read people, but he can see through the emotions of the sword.

The sword is spiritual.

It was buried in the ruins, and as long as it was unwilling, even Jiang Qin, a sword cultivator, would not be able to discover its existence.

But Xia Zhicicada, who was not a sword cultivator, was attracted by its sword light, perhaps because the pomegranate branch carried by Xia Zhicicada had the taste of its owner, Nangong No. 1, that it revealed its own light.

It was forged by Nangong No. 1 himself, and it was the master's favorite sword. Although it was later broken by the master's lover with a long knife forged from the same piece of dark iron, it still has no regrets.

Although the father and son of the Sima family worked hard to repair this long sword, and Sima Chunlei wore this sword for more than ten years, in the heart of the sword, its owner was only the first person in Nangong.

Airplanes!

The blade trembled, and let out a crisp sound.

The pomegranate branch on Xia Zhicicada's left hand also swayed a few times in the wind, as if in response to the sound of the sword.

"Sad story......

Looking around, what exactly happened here, what happened again, he didn't know now, and even if he did, it would be useless.

But every plant and tree in this mansion knows that no matter how many years have passed, it will not be forgotten.

"Alright, let's get all over here."

Xia Zhician pulled a sword flower, looked at the black mist that suddenly rolled up in front of him, and said with a smile.