Bei Mingxiu's gaze fell on Yutai Yimeng's right arm, the clothes on her right arm had been shattered by the previous Thirteen Swords of Broken Dreams, and the part near her shoulder was hidden with full spring light, but this was not the biggest reason for Bei Mingxiu to stare at it.

The injuries of Yutai Yimeng are slowly healing, but the blood that flows out is not an ordinary smell of blood, it contains a different kind of taste, at least with the use of heaven and humanity to explore the past, Bei Ming Xiu can feel that there is a faint desire in his heart to absorb this taste, but with it, there is also a sense of familiarity.

At least, it won't be normal human blood.

Yutai Yimeng said calmly: "I am a spirit. ”

Bei Mingxiu nodded and said, "I know." ”

Yutai Yimeng is rarely injured, and rarely vomits blood when she is injured, and never lets people see her injured, from the time she needs to find Momei Villa to find her past, Bei Ming Xiu has long known that her identity is unusual, and it is normal to say that it is a spirit body formed by the convergence of spiritual power.

Yutai Yimeng raised the dream on his waist and said, "If there is no mistake in judgment, I should be the sword spirit of the Dream Sword." ”

This time the Northern Meditation Cultivator was really shocked, the sword spirit was able to completely condense the human form, he had never heard of it, after all, there were so many spirit swords on the Wu'an Sword Peak, and he had not seen the sword spirit jumping all over the mountains, and the situation of the dream was obviously beyond his cognition.

But if the dream of the Tai and the dream of the sword are one, the state between them will inevitably be more mysterious than the unity of the human sword in the traditional sense.

Yutai Yimeng looked at Bei Ming Xiu quietly, and after carefully studying it for a while, he seemed to have found something interesting, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It is rare for a dream to laugh, and this smile seems to be full of buds blooming at the same time, which is particularly attractive.

Bei Mingxiu didn't understand why she was smiling, but this smile was only a flash in the pan and quickly disappeared from her lips.

Yutai Yimeng said, "Do you want to do it?"

In just a few seconds, she returned to her usual state, and Bei Ming Xiu was a little regretful, but still replied, "Do you still have the strength?"

Yutai Yimeng fell silent.

One of the two of them didn't even have the strength to get up, the other almost broke his arm, and he couldn't hold the sword, and it was impossible to force the ink sword in Ming Dao's hand to come out of the sheath.

Ming Dao smiled: "There is still time for half a stick of incense, guess whether your fiancée will come out first, or Yuan Xue's little girl will come out first?"

Without waiting for Bei Mingxiu to answer, Ming Dao had already pretended to sigh deeply: "It's not easy to talk about that girl, she is the only normal person here." ”

Yuan Xue is a little girl, and the girl can only be Yu Luoxia.

Bei Mingxiu was silent for a moment and then said, "Although I want to believe Luoxia, under the current situation, Xiaoxue's speed should be faster than him. ”

Yutai looked at the two inky mist in a dream, and after a moment, he nodded and agreed with the Northern Meditation Cultivator's assertion.

......

Yuan Xue's current situation is very bad.

She already had more than a dozen wounds on her body, most of them concentrated on her arms, most of them only slightly embedded in the flesh, but they still made her look embarrassed.

This was the first time she had faced an attack that she couldn't see or touch, in the past, even if it was sword qi, she could capture some of the trajectory of the sword qi and make resistance, but now, the sword qi transformed by the ink sword seemed to have become a part of the air, even if it had fallen on her body, it was silent and completely defenseless, let alone finding it and cracking it.

"Too void sword intent. ”

Reciting the true name of this sword qi silently in her heart, Yuan Xue was extremely nervous in her heart, no matter how she used the sword, that sword qi could always break through the weak point of her defense, adding another wound to her body.

She really wanted to call Bei Mingxiu's name, whether it was in the past or now, she liked to follow behind Bei Mingxiu, but now, Bei Mingxiu should also be fighting with Ming Dao's sword, Ming Dao obviously had the intention of teaching him a lesson, how could he give him a chance to come over and help?

Yuan Xue suddenly discovered a fact, when Bei Ming Cultivator was by her side, she was always used to relying on him, and when he couldn't help her, she would even feel helpless, but in fact, she had already been a big man in the Snow Peak Sword Sect!

She has been through a lot of struggles alone, how can she be so flustered now?

Yuan Xue tried to calm down, and began to think about how to deal with this formless and substantial Taixu Sword Intent.

Yu Luoxia's Qi Tian stick, He Bi's Ling Xuan Finger, Ji Xichun's wind control technique, and the mysterious man's purple lightning and green mang...... Countless exercises and exercises quietly appeared in her sea of consciousness, but almost all of them were blurred, difficult to use in the current situation, and the few that were still clearly visible were the exercises of the Snow Peak Sword Sect that she had practiced since she was a child, as well as those exercises from the Northern Meditation Cultivation.

Even if she memorized the exercises of those who practiced powerhouses very carefully, she still forgot almost them now, and maybe she could only show them if she saw them again.

Only the Northern Meditation is an exception.

But that didn't help her overcome the predicament in front of her.

In the time that Yuan Xue was thinking, there were seven more wounds on her body.

If it weren't for Mingdao's "mercy and cherishing jade", in the real battle of life and death, she would have died and could not die again.

Yuan Xue knew that she couldn't think for herself now, but she still wanted to think about two questions.

If the Northern Meditation Cultivator encountered such a situation, how would he deal with it?

If you don't think about Northern Meditation and rely on yourself, how should you deal with it?

Yuan Xue's eyes lit up.

How to deal with it?

Ren'er, east, west, north and south, whatever I have, I will use to deal with it.

If you have a sword in your hand, you will fight against your enemy.

If there is frost and snow in the chest, they will respond with frost and snow.

The means are secondary, and the results are the focus.

Whether it is Bei Ming Xiu or herself, it should be this choice.

Yuan Xue's hand was stirred by the cold of the autumn water, and he drew a circle around his body with the tip of his sword.

This move is not a dungeon, if she spreads her spiritual power evenly, she will only be taken advantage of by the too void sword intent, and her sword will attract the cold qi in her body.

Just as the Northern Meditation induces the cold qi of the Northern Darkness.

A fine snow fell beside her, and the snow droplets were so small that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow them.

Now she is in Wei Sheng's ink array, which is temporarily isolated from heaven and earth, and naturally there is no wind.

The only thing that can blow the fine snow is the sword qi.

Feeling that the snow in the right rear was disturbed by a very subtle force, Yuan Xue immediately made a decision, and the Sky Sword Technique suddenly stabbed out, and the sword had its own intention of killing by wind and snow.

At the same time, the fine snow in the sky suddenly froze, as if countless layers of ice walls were wrapping the Taixu Sword Intent layer by layer, and it was locked in place.

This is a shallow ice condensation method in the ice cold qi of the Snow Peak Sword Sect, but when urging, Yuan Xue also used the condensation technique of the ice marble.

If the ice marble of the Northern Meditation Cultivation is condensed to the extreme, it is a fairy lotus transformation, and the spiritual power contained in the ice lotus is so powerful, even if it is the too void sword intent of the Ming Dao, because it is too obsessed with the word "void", it will not be able to break through it in a short time.

This is also the reason why the power of this name's domineering exercises is not so good that only the stargazing chart still records it.

The Taixu Sword Intent was wrapped in wind and snow, and the Sky Sword pierced through the wind and snow, and also pierced this sword qi that should have been void.

The ice chips kept falling, and there was a faint ink mixture in them, and Yuan Xue almost screamed in surprise, wanting to show off his achievements to the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Then he saw Bei Mingxiu sitting not far in front of him, and beside him, there was also a dream of Yutai who seemed to be hurt a lot, and Ming Dao looked at her with a smile and said approvingly: "Away from this kid, your performance is not bad, better than I imagined." ”

It's just not bad.

Yuan Xue knew that Ming Dao was saying that she was upset after leaving the Northern Meditation Cultivator, if she gave full play to her true strength of the first generation of the younger generation of the Snow Peak Sword Sect, and no longer stuck to her special ability, the time to break through the Taixu Sword Intent would definitely be much shorter.

Yuan Xue lowered her head, feeling so embarrassed in her heart, she knew that this was her problem, but it was coming...... I don't know why I just can't help it.

Then she remembered that this battle seemed to be to force out the ink sword in Ming Dao's hand, so her eyes returned to clarity again, and there was a bright light in it.

Above her blade, there was a sword aura that seemed to be completely empty, ready to strike at any time.

Ming Dao said with a smile: "It's better to wait for a while, and the two of them will have a chance of winning together." ”

As soon as his words fell, a loud bang came out in the final ink mist, as if a war drum was beaten in this quiet place, although it did not shake the heavens and the earth, it could also make people's spirits tremble.

Ming Dao bowed his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Everyone is together." ”