Chapter 16 Sword of the King of Chu

Xiao Ruoli has never been so eager at present. It is precisely because Ying Yu was attacked by the sword soul of the king of Chu, and there was nowhere to hide. She was really hit, which made her anxious.

She didn't know why she was so anxious. At first, didn't she feel like walking alone in the world? Even if she held the magic soldiers on the list and her cultivation progressed quickly, she still felt insecure, so she wanted someone to accompany her?

And she is unwilling to hide her identity, so she has never been able to do it. How many monks will not know Xiao Ruoli, who is famous on her fairy list?

It was not until she found that Ying Yu and the other party did not know her identity at all, she peeped and let the other party follow her.

Along the way, the company of someone really reduces a lot of boredom. If someone is on the side, there will be no big world, and I will feel alone. She feels very full, but can this alone make her feel so anxious?

Seeing Ying Yu's thin body submerged under the terrible attack of the sword soul of the king of Chu, her heartstrings were violently stirred. She couldn't believe that the characters who were still laughing during the day would disappear at night because of the temporary separation!

She can't tolerate such a thing. Miss Xiao will never let herself down. But this time she really can't get what she wants.

The sword soul of the king of Chu hit Ying Yu, which is the result seen by countless people on the battlefield. Everyone believes that under such an attack, Ying Yu can only die.

Xiao Ruoli's heart became cold, and her beautiful face became very cold, and her bright eyes were full of murderous intent!

"If he really dies, I will let no one present live and bury them all!" Xiao Ruoli muttered in a low voice. Although she didn't know why she cared so much about Yingyu, she didn't want to think about it carefully and just wanted to act according to her original intention.

Under the cliff, in the thick smoke and dust, Ying Yu opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him!

The sword soul of the king of Chu rushed in, and the powerful force destroyed the surrounding, but it did not hurt Yingyu. Because the sword soul of the king of Chu directly touched the sword of the king of Chu and turned into a stream light into it, making the whole sword of the king of Chu shining and brilliant.

When Ying Yu saw this scene, he understood that this list of magical soldiers ranked 99, attracting tens of thousands of people**, and the bloody sword of the king of Chu had fallen into his hands.

This is what he dreamed of, not only him, but also what the rest of the monks think about day and night. But he couldn't be happy, and his face was rarely pale. Because he found that his palm seemed to be attached to the sword of the king of Chu, and he couldn't get rid of it.

The next moment, he felt that the blood in his body was out of his control and entered the sword of the king of Chu through his palm along his hand. It moistened the sword of the king of Chu like nectar, but it freely exiled his blood like a dam breaking the dyke.

After the initial shock, he began to calm down. He understood that panic could not solve the problem in front of him. Since he can't break free, he can only think so.

If his blood is finally drained, he has nothing to do with this sword and will pay the price of his life. If this sword can stop absorbing before he can't bear it, it proves that he is predestined to this sword.

At the beginning, he didn't think that this was a means for the divine soldier to recognize the Lord. Later, he thought about it again and felt that this was not the case.

He understood from many books that the divine soldier only needs to subdue the soul of the soldier and put his spiritual imprint into it, which is a success. He has never heard of absorbing blood, so he can only wait for such an accident.

The waiting time is not long. It seems that it has been a long time, but in fact, it has only been a few breaths, and even the dust raised around has not fallen.

In such a short time, the King of Chu Jian made another move!

The blood absorbed from Yingyu's body just a few breaths, like a trickle stream, once again flowed back from the sword to Yingyu's body. At the same time, every drop of blood contained a force, which suddenly split after returning to Yingyu's body and filled his limbs.

Ying Yu opened his eyes wide until the last drop of blood returned. He felt the surge of power, and the Taoist line grew in an instant. He directly broke the shackles of the mysterious realm and stepped into the secluded realm. His whole body was calm, as if it had merged with the aura of heaven and earth.

But his smile has changed again before it unfolds. Among the forces that prompted his cultivation to soar, all kinds of emotions affected him. Killing, resentment, unwillingness, sadness...

This emotion flashed away, and he quickly understood. That was the mood before the death of the king of Chu and millions of soldiers, which were all condensed in this sword, which affected him. Fortunately, his influence was not deep.

He closed his eyes silently, and he could feel that the king sword of Chu had integrated with himself, which really raised the corners of his mouth. He knew that this magic soldier belonged to him.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, handed the sword to his eyes and looked carefully. In the bursts of purple light, he did not see everything on the sword clearly. At this moment, he found that under the word Chu Xuan on one side of the sword body, there was also a line of small words:

"It's hard to stay together in this life, and we will meet again in the next life."

This is a small character on one side of the sword body!

"How can it be!" Ying Yu exclaimed in disbelief.

He still clearly remembers that on the night he left the Nanshan School, he slept while waiting. In his sleep, such a bad word echoed in his ears, as if someone whispered deep into his heart.

What kind of magic does this sentence have? Is it so touching?

The flying dust around finally scattered, presenting a big pit, and sitting on the ground in the pit, holding both ends of the king of Chu's sword in both hands, and staring at the embarrassed man in white on the sword body.

No one knows what the King of Chu's sword looks like, because there was no such sword in the world. The sword of the king of Chu is a divine sword that has just been brewed by heaven and earth not long ago, and it is the first time that it has appeared in people's vision.

But the soul of the king of Chu's sword disappeared, but the damn man did not die, and he held a bright purple sword in his hand. Anyone knew what it meant.

"Impossible, the sword is mine!"

"Who is he? If there is no solid backer, I will definitely kill him and take his sword!"

"Even if I chase thousands of miles, I will definitely kill this boy and take this sword."

"There were countless deaths and injuries, and finally a secluded boy was cheap."

The people I saw were surprised, their cultivation was high and low, and their reactions were different. Many people can't stand such a result and have come to Ying Yu with red eyes. There are also some people who are cautious, but are also ready to go, and their breath is like a strong wind sweeping.

However, in the face of these dangers, Yingyu is stunned. He was shocked by the words on the sword and was at a loss for the world.

At the critical moment, Xiao Ruoli rushed over with unconcealed excitement in her eyes. She also saw Ying Yu's lost heart, but she didn't think much about it. The situation at present is too dangerous for them.

"Let's go, voyeur. Look at Miss Ben's invincible footwork!" Xiao Ruoli stepped forward and took Ying Yu's arm, smiling, stepped out of the wonderful steps under her feet, crossed several feet between her fingers, and walked away.

It is naturally impossible for mongoers from all directions to let them escape and chase them one after another. However, few of them were able to compare their speed with Xiao Ruoli, and they were suddenly thrown away.

In a high sky, the two disciples of the big faction are struggling to fight. It is Lin Wudao and Zhong Feiyu, who can't help trembling in the void, and their strength can be seen. However, they were so involved that they didn't pay attention to the king of Chu Jian for a moment. When Lin Wudao found that the sword of the king of Chu had been obtained by the rain, it was too late.

"Stop fighting, the sword of the king of Chu was taken away." Lin Wudao put away his smile and looked at Xiao Ruoli and Ying Yu. He wanted to chase after him. He cared about this sword very much.

"I can't believe what you said. Let's continue to fight." Zhong Feiyu's words almost pissed Lin Wudao off.

He barely kept his face peacefully and said at a distance, "Look at yourself, what else did you hit if the sword was taken away? If it hadn't been for me, I would have won't have won, even if I have fought with you for a few days and nights!"

When Zhong Feiyu saw this, he couldn't help believing it. He turned around and looked at it. He was suddenly anxious. He also valued the sword very much and immediately flew away. And Lin Wudao also chased quickly and dared not stay any longer.

However, before they flew much distance, they saw Xiao Ruoli and Ying Yu disappearing out of thin air in the distance, as if they had never appeared, and the rest of the people with profound cultivation were also stunned.

"Fake!" Lin Wudao and Zhong Feiyu said in unison, knowing that they had been placed together.

All the monks' eyes are shooting around. In the rock mountain plain, except for people and blood, there are only dead bodies. There is no shadow of Xiao Ruoli and Ying Yu at all. They are obviously far away.

Lin Wudao's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking. A faint smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. He said slowly, "If it hadn't been for you to stop me, I could have flown to see it earlier, and I could have found something wrong in time, so as to find the real person is now. How could it be as invisible as it is now?"

Zhong Feiyu's face was cold, he shook his sleeves fiercely and walked away. He didn't know who took the sword of the king of Chu, let alone recovered it.