My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 87 Masterless Sword Spirit
Unexpectedly, the long sword that looked so real, with its metallic luster, was not the real thing.

Yun Chi hid in the knife, and the scimitar fell to the ground, and she fell with her. Fortunately, his body was blurred and hidden in the knife, so he couldn't feel the slightest pain.

The long sword suspended in the air turned into a bundle of horses and penetrated into the consciousness.

The half-chopstick-long silver blazing light was rampaging in the consciousness, turning and tumbling randomly, with a monstrous momentum that split mountains and seas, the body with sealed spiritual power couldn't resist it, and boundless pain hit.

"Uh uh!"

Yun Chi clenched his fists with both hands and kept beating his forehead. Pain, tingling, dull pain, numbness, all kinds of pains, all kinds of pains took turns. It was so painful that she couldn't help biting her lips and moaning.

Cold sweat was flowing, rolling down from the forehead one by one, and within a moment, the whole body was already soaked in sweat, his eyes were cloudy, and the pain spread and spread to both eyes, forcing turbid tears to flow down together with cold sweat.

After taking the Magic Pill, his figure became blurred, and even his sweat and tears were intangible.

The evil sword spirit sensed her entanglement in pain, but didn't intend to stop at all. It wanted to see what this newcomer was.

The clusters of silver-colored horses are fierce and ferocious, constantly attacking the city and plundering the land, like a poisonous snake that is extremely ferocious, wandering around viciously, biting and hitting the weak points of the spiritual consciousness.

Yun Chi curled up inside the black scimitar, pounding on his head continuously, with increasing force and frequency.

If she wasn't afraid of becoming bald, she would have plucked all her hair.

The bald head is really too ugly, Aimei is like her life, even though her mind is blurred and floating, she instinctively doesn't grab the hair, and instead hits the skull more violently.

With each knock, the huge earthquake pierced through the skull and reached the depths of the brain, joining forces with the violently attacking Silver Lightning, launching a more tragic attack.

"what--"

Yun Chi curled his body into a ball, hugged his head, howled miserably, closed his eyes, and passed out.

Yinguang Pilian searched for a long time, but found nothing, and became more and more anxious, grinning his teeth and launched a new round of violent impact.

"Wang Chuan, can you do it, kid? Let me come if you can." The guy next door called Liu Shengjian teased, his voice was ethereal and clear, like a child, and he couldn't distinguish between men and women, but it was like a sharp arrow, piercing through wind and clouds, piercing Very penetrating.

"With your Liu Sheng's ability, I can blow you hundreds of thousands of miles away in one breath. This knife is made of top-grade black iron. I don't think you can even get in the blade, hahaha." Suspended in Liu Sheng's sword The horned dragon sword on the opposite side sarcastically said.

The horned dragon sword is completely black, the sword is six feet long and one foot wide, wide and long, showing a domineering side, although the sword body does not have a speck of luster, the sound of the sword is vigorous and thick, and the whole passage is trembling.

Its former owner, Xiong Batian, was 47 meters tall and as majestic as a flying bear born from the wings of an ancient beast. [-] years ago, he entered the realm of Mahayana for the first time. He single-handedly selected [-] Mahayana peak powerhouses. His strength is so powerful , Heaven and Earth were amazed.

"Who doesn't know that your master, Xiong Batian, is big and brainless. He was hacked to death by swords, and he didn't even get his head back. He became a headless ghost. You are his sword spirit, the same...without great ambitions. !" Not to be outdone, Liu Shengjian picked the opponent's pain to fight back.

"My master was plotted against by a villain. Unlike some people, who can't even achieve the transformation of a god, they can only sit down and lose face."

"Who do you say has not reached the level of God Transformation?" Liu Shengjian was furious. To be able to enjoy a place in Wanjian Dao, who is not the arrogance among the sword spirits, whoever looks down on its master, looks down on it.

"Speaking of your master, what's your name?" Horn Dragon Sword came to the Dao of Swords 10,000+ years earlier than Liu Shengjian, so he is considered a senior, and he heard about Liu Shengjian and his master from other sword spirits.

"Liu Zhen." Heng Yunjian shouted from dozens of meters away.

"Qiulong, today I will make you lose your soul." Liu Shengjian's eyes were shattered, and with a hissing sound, he stabbed towards the Qiulong sword like a bolt of lightning.

"Come on, who is afraid of who!"

The horned dragon sword's pitch-black body immediately swelled with sword light, and the blazing flames shot up hundreds of meters. They stared down at Liu Shengjian's small blue flames, but they didn't dare to relax in their hearts. After thousands of confrontations in the past, they deeply knew that the small green flames were not good. provoke.

"Whoosh!"

"Whizzing!"

……

Seeing this, the surrounding sword spirits immediately backed away and scattered towards the birds and beasts at both ends of the tunnel, leaving a tunnel battlefield hundreds of meters long for the two.

"Boom—boom—"

The two swords collided, the flames splashed, and the huge energy wave sent the scimitar in the corner flying hundreds of meters away, landing among a crowd of people eating melons.

Liu Shengjian and Qiulongjian were tired of looking at each other, fighting at both ends for three days, everyone was already tired of watching, seeing the scimitar falling, they pushed towards the scimitar.

Yun Chi didn't know how long she had been in a coma. When she woke up, her eyes were dark, and she was still in the machete.

There seemed to be thousands of troops fighting each other in her mind, waking her up from her coma.

Holding the space stone in her hand, no matter how she drives her thoughts, she can't enter the space stone. Strictly speaking, her consciousness is already broken, and she can't concentrate on mobilizing her thoughts at all.

"Is she a sword spirit or a sword spirit?"

"It must be the sword spirit, the sword spirit cannot enter."

There are countless sword spirits in Wanjian Dao, all of them are masterless spirits.Either the sword master is dead, the sword body is destroyed, and the sword spirit loses its home.Either it is a new sword spirit conceived in the sword mound, which has not yet chosen a master.

"But if it's a sword spirit, why is it in the sword? Besides, this spirit is so weak, she doesn't deserve to stay in the sword mound, why don't we throw her out."

A 10,000+ year-old sword spirit gnawed at its divine consciousness, smacked its lips and tongue, "This weapon spirit is so delicious, and it won't resist."

……

The tens of thousands of sword spirits that got into their minds all spoke human language, arguing incessantly without caring about Yun Chi's life or death.

The spiritual power has been sealed, and it will be two hours before the ban can be lifted, but her spiritual consciousness has been smashed by the sword spirit at this moment, and there are even a few greedy sword spirits who are constantly gnawing at her spiritual consciousness. They will die.

She tried to communicate with the sword spirit, but she could only make a humming sound.

The damn sword spirit turned her nervous system into a mess, and she temporarily lost her ability to speak.

His mind was even more chaotic, as if countless ferocious beasts and raptors were fighting in his mind, the sky was dark, the mountains and ravines shook, and he couldn't find a trace of clarity.

The life-and-death line on the inner side of the left wrist danced, and the two or three-inch long dark red thin line twisted continuously, struggling painfully.

Life and death are linked by a thread of riots, far away in the deep sea, in the snow of time, in the deep cave of Xuanbing, frowning, sweating profusely, and the same thin dark red thread on the left wrist is struggling for death.

"Hualien... Hualien..."

Yun Chi had lost most of his mind, and the familiar cold male voice came out, intertwined with the roaring and clamoring of thousands of sword spirits, if there was nothing, it couldn't be heard clearly.

"Yunhualian, wake up this deity!"

There seemed to be a faint blue palm wind rushing towards him, like a thunderbolt, and Yunchi's spirit was lifted in the mist. The instinctive fear formed by her body and consciousness against Shi Jingxue's cold and harsh voice made her regain a trace of reason in an instant .

She was all too familiar with this voice.

Every time the master beat her, his voice would become extremely mean and cold, and the cold air that shocked the soul swept over, and Yun Chi, whose body was blurred, shivered.

"Master... respect... is that you... Master?"

Yun Chi was unable to speak, and the sliver of reason she regained gradually dissipated again. Master's voice seemed to come from her heart, and she thought of Master in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Master, I, I'm in so much pain...I'm going to kill you, I'm sorry!"

(End of this chapter)