Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 555 Resurrection (1)
protect her.

Song Xueyi could no longer think of what Baili Xiaojiu was, nor what protection was.

He was acting entirely on instinct, the blood in his body seemed to be drained, his whole body was as cold as a dead person, he lost his strength, and he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand.

He instinctively knew that if he really couldn't hold the sword, he wouldn't even be able to move it.

Therefore, the blood vine in his hand tightly entangled the hilt of the sword so that the broken sword was always close to his palm.

kill him.

kill him!

Song Xueyi stared at Wenren Zimo.

Kill him and protect him.

What are you protecting?
His most precious thing!
What is more precious than his life?

Have……

What is it?
I don't know... I can't think of...

Song Xueyi closed his eyes wearily, and only relying on the control of the Broken Sword to complete a series of sword moves, he came to Wenren Zimo.

A mighty golden light enveloped Wenren Zimo, blocking the attack that could take his life.

"I still used it in the end." Wenren Zimo sighed, the mockery in his eyes remained undiminished, but his tone was full of appreciation: "You are really good at pushing me to this point. This sword is considered my treasure!" reward."

A bronze mirror the size of a child's fist appeared in his hand.

In the bronze mirror, two rays of light shot out.

This ray of light looked extremely ordinary, and it didn't have any power. Before it was too late, a ray of light shot towards Song Xueyi.

Snapped.

The Broken Sword was right in front of Song Xueyi, and the light hit the Broken Sword. The Broken Sword, which was showing great power, was actually smashed to pieces by the unimpressive light, and the fragments were scattered on the deck.

Wenren Zimo's eyes froze after seeing it, but he felt relieved when he saw Song Xueyi's expression similar to that of a dead man after losing the broken sword, and his precarious appearance.

On the one hand, it was a pity that the broken sword was able to block the light of the holy spirit, so it could be seen that the broken sword was a treasure comparable to the light of the holy spirit.

As for the other ray of light, it flew towards the approaching spirit dove.

This ray of light is very strange, Lingjiu can feel it, and spiritual power has no effect on it at all.

The holy power totem rushed out between her eyebrows and stood in front of her, but was pierced by the light.

Wenren Zimo said with a smile: "How can the power of the virtual saint be compared with the real holy light? Even if you have the real holy power, the difference in realm is doomed to your powerlessness."

Guobaojun's low roar came into his mind, and a pure soul power enveloped the spirit dove, which was to protect the spirit dove with itself.

At this moment, Shengman has arrived.

"Baili Xiaojiu!" Qin Ji screamed, and rushed towards Lingjiu without hesitation, seeming to stand in front of her.

When Qin Hanli found out, his eyes widened even more.

It's just the same blood-red figure, appearing faster than him, appearing out of thin air.

"Stagnation!" The sound of flesh being pierced entered Lingjiu's mind, followed by a muffled groan.

Lingjiu stared blankly at the figure in front of her, and then Shengmang penetrated that person, still chasing after her to leave marks on her body.

The person in front of her stretched out his hand, wanting to grab Shengmang, not wanting it to hurt her at all.

Once Shengman has chosen a target, he will pursue that target, unless he is exhausted.

Shooting through the holy power totem earlier consumed more than half of it, and then piercing a flesh and blood body. After the remaining power was grasped, it was wrapped in blood vines, making it finally disappear powerlessly.

Wenren Zimo on the spirit boat was also stunned.

He used all the holy power to protect himself, and the imprisoned space naturally recovered, but he never thought that Song Xueyi, who was clearly about to die, would still have the strength to travel through the space to block the fatal blow for Lingjiu.

"what……"

A voice from the throat, hoarse but more sad than Dujuan crying blood.

Lingjiu wanted to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked, and his heart suddenly lost its beating.

She hugged Song Xueyi, who was powerless to fall, and felt the stickiness in her hands, which was blood.

Feed the healing elixir into his mouth mechanically, and check his physical condition.

The meridian is completely broken, the blood loss is too much, and no part of the body is healthy.

In such a situation, the average person would have died long ago, let alone moved. It is no wonder that Wenren Zimo made a wrong calculation.

Feeling cold on the face.

Lingjiu looked up and saw the blood vine supporting Song Xueyi's hand, controlling his hand to caress her cheek.

don't cry.

From Song Xueyi's silent mouth, Lingjiu saw this information.

It turned out that tears had already flowed down her face before she realized it.

"Song Xiaobai! Song Xiaobai! Ah... ah..."

In addition to calling his name, Lingjiu has lost the ability to speak.

don't cry.

Song Xueyi's lips moved, looking at the tearful face of the woman in front of him, he felt that his whole body was already in pain, except for the pain in his heart that made him tremble uncontrollably, feeling that he was still alive.

Dove, my dove, don't cry.

Song Xueyi said so in his heart, but the woman's tears seemed to be unable to stop, flowing more and more, sliding over her fair cheeks, sliding over his hands, it was obviously cold tears, but he felt that they were colder than magma hot.

From the girl to the girl in memory to the stunning woman in front of me, her emotions are all presented in my mind, but I have never seen her shed tears. I never knew that human tears are so terrible, making people feel so distressed that they almost suffocate.

He really wanted to hold Lingjiu into his arms, comfort her and tell her that he was fine, so that she would not be sad.

It's just that he really doesn't have the strength, even the movement of stroking her needs the support of blood vines to be able to do it.

Because the emotions were too intense, Song Xueyi's situation was even less optimistic.

As a doctor, he felt that his life was passing quickly.

cold……

Song Xueyi watched Lingjiu's eyes dimly.

Lingjiu noticed his blue and trembling lips, and hugged him with a heart, but didn't dare to use force.

Because she was too close, she could smell the strong smell of blood on Song Xueyi's body, and she could feel it more clearly by touching it with her hands.

Song Xueyi like this made her feel so fragile that she could crush him into powder with a little effort, and disappear in her palm.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Lingjiu cried tremblingly.

She has never been so at a loss like this time, even if she was abandoned by her parents in her previous life, and she was rejected by them after she finally found her parents, she has never been so desperate.

"Song Xiaobai, Song Xueyi..." Through the clothes, Lingjiu could also feel that Song Xueyi's body was getting colder and stiffer.

(End of this chapter)