Chapter 19: The Broken Sword Unsheathed

"Don't!" Er was dumbfounded and watched as Ah Qiu was engulfed by the flames, but he could only watch helplessly, as long as she got a little closer to the fire, the flames would throw it away.

fell to the ground, looking at Nangong Ling in the distance, a burst of killing intent flashed in the eyes of the second fool, and he picked up a fan bone on the ground and threw it at Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling's reaction was also extremely flexible, quickly dodging the attack of the second fool, watching the second fool quickly approach him, Nangong Ling's heart missed the beat because of fear.

Because of the shift of attention, the movements in his hands were interrupted, and the Samadhi True Fire was withdrawn again, and Ah Qiu's body fell to the ground like mud, and there was no longer a trace of sensory reaction.

Holding the ice beads hanging on his chest, grandpa said that if he encounters a major danger, he can crush the ice beads to save his life, but the ice beads only have one chance to use, and they will never be used again.

"I can't care so much. The gluttony had already pounced on him, the killing intent in his eyes seemed to be about to lead him to hell, and with a slight force in his hand, the ice beads were crushed to pieces.

Thousands of rays of light erupted, and then Nangong Ling's side formed a circle of light, knocking the second fool's body dozens of meters away.

"What the hell. The second fool got up from the ground, and the skin on his hand was grinding out a long blood mark due to the violent friction.

Countless spirit swords were sacrificed around the aperture, and they were like well-trained soldiers in ancient times, and then rushed towards the second fool at great speed.

The second fool used his mana to build a spirit wall in front of him and Ah Qiu, but the spirit sword easily broke through the spirit wall and attacked the second fool.

The second fool turned over and blocked in front of Ah Qiu, she didn't care whether Ah Qiu was alive or dead, she promised to protect her, and she wouldn't let her be hurt in the slightest.

She was attacked by spirit swords on her back, and she originally thought that no matter how powerful these spirit swords were, they wouldn't cause much damage to her.

But now it seems that she was wrong, very wrong. The spiritual power contained in these spirit swords is consuming their own life force at the speed of light, and the second fool can't support it, so he kneels on one knee.

His hand gently touched the corpse, which had been almost cold and burned to black charcoal.

"I can't break my word. The second fool's gaze gradually became drifting, and the spiritual power around his body began to become sloppy.

Damn, how at this time, the spell began to lose its spiritual effect.

Without mana, you can't resist for long with your own skin.

The second fool's eyelids began to roll, she was very sleepy, this is not a good sign, when the beast is attacked, it will choose to force into a deep coma to preserve its mana and continue its life.

I shook my head, but I was even more dizzy.

Suddenly, her fingertips were slowly clenched, it was Ah Qiu's hand, she was still alive!

Ah Qiu stood up slowly, and the two arms, which were barely recognizable arms, slowly hugged the rice balls.

"Now it's up to me to protect you. The hand was gently blocked in front of the second fool.

Looking at Nangong Ling, who was surrounded by spirit swords in the distance, there was a cold light in his black eyes.

It is like the first cold light when the spirit sword is unsheathed, but before the sword is pointed at the opponent, it has been cold.

Ah Qiu walked slowly towards the thousands of flying swords, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, but those swords seemed to be surprised.

"I'll take good care of you. "If you don't turn into a sword, you can't defend the people you want to guard, this is the true meaning of the sword, live for the people you guard. Ah Qiu looked at the sky, one last look at the world as a human being. "My master. ”

Slowly opening his arms, he saw a remnant sun piercing the sky, exuding a brilliant brilliance.

The swordsmen outside the gate had already been knocked to the ground by Qingyuan, looking at the remnant sun in the sky in surprise.

"The remnant sword is out of its sheath!"

The breeze blows Qingyuan's hair, and he is like a tourist who has just woken up on a flat boat in the water town south of the Yangtze River, indescribably casual and lazy.

Slowly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"Looks like you've found your sword. Qingyuan's tone was tinged with relief.

"It must be that the young master has forged a broken sword, this swordsman, you can get out of the way now. Several swordsmen who didn't know the truth had playful smiles on their faces.

"Shhh, let the remnant sword show its edge for a while. The slender fingers were in the thin lips, and in the next second, everyone only felt that there was an extra sword mark on their collar.

Frightened, he immediately shut up and didn't dare to say another word.

In the courtyard, thousands of spirit swords formed a sword array, flying towards the remnant sword, as if to engulf the remnant sword, the remnant sword gradually disappeared, and suddenly a loud noise broke out, and the remnant sword turned into thousands of fragments, and the fragments forced the spirit sword to the sword casting platform.

Tens of thousands of swords were firmly nailed to the sword-casting platform by the fragments of the broken swords, and they were engulfed in raging fire.

"My sword!" Nangong Ling couldn't care about the fire, and reached out to get the sword, but the Samadhi True Fire burned his arm into a scorched lake, so frightened that he didn't dare to stretch out his hand again.

Suddenly, the fire of the sword-forging platform burst into flames, and with a bang, a spark bloomed in the sky.

The remnant sword slowly soared out from the sword-casting platform, exuding spiritual light all over his body, this is the spiritual power of the thousands of spirit swords, in order to cultivate into an adult, the remnant sword has spent thousands of years of spiritual power, and now he uses these spirit swords to make up for it.

"How is it possible, those swords are all melted, how come only the remnant swords are still fine. Nangong Ling seemed to be greatly frightened, and collapsed to the ground softly.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the blue cloth shoes gradually came into view, like a person walking out of a painting.

"You forget that the remnants are forged from all the negative emotions of human beings in the world, not any open fire. Qingyuan squatted down and stretched out his hand to the second fool. "Sorry for being late. ”

"You did it on purpose. The second fool raised his head angrily, but fell into a pair of deep eyes.

The smile in those eyes was gentle, with a touch of concern, like a deep spring that wanted to drown oneself in it.

"Well, I did mean it. "If you interfere by yourself, the second fool will not be able to have his own spirit sword.

Hit the horizontal and picked up the second fool, and the remnant sword behind him followed the second fool closely, for fear that the second fool would suffer any more damage.

The second fool felt that his spiritual power was disappearing at the speed of light, and sure enough, as soon as the medicinal effect of the spell passed, his spiritual power was about to disappear.

Outside the gate, thousands of swordsmen gathered at some point.

"If you don't hand over the cold sword, no one will be able to get out alive today. Nangong Ling slowly got up from the ground.

As the largest sword-casting family in the world, the Sword Casting Villa has made friends with tens of thousands of swordsmen, and it just happened to be married today, there are more than 1,000 swordsmen, who have come from afar and have not left, just to help themselves catch this group of people who snatch their own swords.

"Little Taoist, can you be alone?" The eyes of the second fool were full of worry, how could one person win against a thousand.

"Guess?" Qingyuan's lips rose slightly, there was a hint of evil smile hidden in his eyes, and he had the intention of teasing the second fool in his heart.

"I'm sorry to bother you. ”

"Fool, sleep well, and I'll call you when I get home. Qingyuan looked at the sea of people not far away, and the smile on the corner of his lips was a little arrogant.