In an instant, the pale pink fairy barrier flashed like flowing waves, as if a powerful force was contending with her.
The blue spiritual power instantly froze Xiying, who was about to fall into the Hell of Hell, in the air.
She was stunned for a moment, and her eyes, which were covered in blood, were filled with joy. Her silent lips slowly called out to the owner of that spiritual power: "Spiritual decay—"
Is he here to save her? For the first time, I felt his spiritual energy surrounding me layer by layer. This spiritual energy was so warm and fascinating.
Luo Qingchen pursed her lips slightly, and there was a light mist in her eyes.
She knew who the light blue spiritual power belonged to, and she also knew who the person behind her was.
She nodded slightly, with a cold look on her face, the fist of her right hand was tightly closed, her slender fingertips could be squeezed into the flesh, and there was a slight pain.
"Bang bang—" A sound of shattering barriers broke into her eardrums, and the pale pink fairy barriers were scattered on the ground like glass shards, and the entire sacrificial altar was glowing with a dazzling pink light.
Lingxuan stood not far away, his heart skipping a beat as he looked at the girl in a pink fairy dress on the altar. The pale pink spiritual energy lingering around her body seemed to be the most dazzling light under the warm sunlight. Just standing there could instantly light up his endless dark heart.
He bit his lip, his eyes were filled with crystal light, and the blood in his body was boiling and burning.
No one in this world can understand his mood at this moment. This is not the so-called recovery, but a hot and bright light that pours into the darkness of the original desperate situation.
It was a kind of touching and joy that trembled the soul.
I saw the spirit sacrificial sword behind him glowing with a faint blue light, as if it sensed the excitement in his heart, and was surprised like meeting an acquaintance.
The spirit-sacrifice sword swung slightly, and flew towards Luo Qingchen without waiting for its master.
The Qingyin Sword, which was glowing pale pink all over, seemed to feel another powerful sword energy and quickly moved towards the Spirit Sacrifice Sword to resist it.
Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and stared at the spiritual corpse in the distance with clear and worry-free eyes.
At this moment, she suddenly knew what it meant to have a glance for ten thousand years, no matter she was a mortal or an empress, no matter she was weak and useless or had advanced cultivation.
In his eyes, she will always be a confused little kid in the Palace of Stars who gets into trouble.
Just a few tenths of a millimeter before the two ancient divine swords collided with each other in the sky, the Spirit Sacrifice Sword twisted its blade and missed the Qingyin Sword.
It stopped steadily in front of Luo Qingchen, with the sword's blade pointing downwards and its hilt pointing upwards, slowly falling on the ribbon of her dress, and lightly rubbing against it twice.
Luo Qingchen raised her right hand, and Qingyin's sword suddenly stopped, stopping a few centimeters from Lingxuan's throat.
The breeze blows and the pear blossoms are flying.
There was also Xiying surrounded by his spiritual power in the sky. She didn't know why he wanted to save her, but she only felt a chill in her heart.
Luo Qingchen raised her right hand slightly, and the Qingyin Sword instantly flew back and landed in her hand.
"Today, I will kill her." She slowly raised the Qingyin Sword and pointed it at Lingchen and said coldly: "She owes me this. If she can survive, she will have nothing to do with me."
"Okay-" He stared into her eyes, raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "But not with this face."
After saying that, he jumped into the air and flicked his right hand on Xi Ying's face. He heard the solemn sound of his skin being torn alive and reaching his eardrums.
"Ah-" followed by a miserable cry. All the blue spiritual power around Xiying disappeared instantly. Covered in blood, she fell heavily towards the Hell of Hell. (To be continued)