After the jade pendant rushed into the aura shield, the light shone brightly, briefly covering everyone. They also felt a sense of comfort, which was a bit overwhelming.
But the cruel facts soon dragged them back, reminding them of their current situation. This is a sure-fire round!
Who can tell them...why did the sound of the sword come up again after it stopped? !
Countless monks subconsciously covered their ears in a feeble attempt to reduce the pressure of the sound, even though they knew it was in vain. The sound of the sword was unavoidable and it was useless to do anything. They had tried countless methods before this.
They said this was the revenge of the Holy Clan, and they believed it. Didn’t you see the monks rolling all over the floor? If they had to endure it like this all the time, they would be at least half crazy by the time they could leave unscathed.
The monks who had just recovered were all heartbroken. One wave after another, could this really be revenge from the Holy Vein?
They didn't know that Xin wouldn't be able to survive this time, and they didn't know if they would be the next to fall and lie dead. People have a desire to survive, and they still want to work hard. They use their little remaining spiritual power to resist the sound of the sword.
It's just that the sword cry this time is different from the previous ones. It's a deeper sonic attack that penetrates the person's soul like a nail, leaving the person unable to fight back.
"What the hell?! Here we go again -" Ning Xia heard someone groaning in pain, her words full of madness.
"Anyone can come and save us, I can't bear it anymore." Then there was a heavy popping sound, poor man, it sounded very painful.
"If I had known, I would have... no, come here..." This is the truest portrayal of the king's heart. There is still time to think about this at this time.
"Don't, don't...wait, just for a moment——" accompanied by the sound of broken porcelain. Probably he wanted to open a bottle of elixir and see if he could drink it to replenish his abilities. But it obviously didn't succeed, because Ningxia immediately heard the sound of the human shield falling.
Some people may want to ask why Ningxia still has the energy to think about things and evaluate other people's affairs. Well, the fact is that Ningxia is now in a different state than anyone else.
She was also attacked by Jianming at the beginning, and her condition was not good. Based on the sporadic spiritual power left in his body, he probably won't be able to hold on for long.
Moreover, the sound of the sword is pervasive and uninterrupted. If the mind and thoughts are not enough, the effort of taking out the pill may be defeated by the sound of the sword.
Ningxia didn't have much spiritual energy in her body, and she didn't dare to take the risk of grabbing the elixirs at will. She didn't see several people grabbing the elixirs and was violently knocked to the ground the next moment.
Ning Xia was a little anxious as she calculated the thin layer of spiritual power in her body. She even thought for a moment about getting into the little black box while everyone was distracted.
After all, she doesn’t know how many more rounds are waiting for her after this.
Just wait. If it really doesn't work... just go in and avoid trouble. After all, Ningxia is just an ordinary person, and his desire to survive has defeated the pride of a monk.
After the light enveloped the venue, everyone lost their light for a moment, and their eyes fell into darkness. However, this brief loss of vision was quickly recovered.
The situation in the center of the platform is more complicated and difficult to understand. The sleeping girl in the middle has been hidden by the light, and the green jade wall of the Hidden Saint has crashed into it, causing the pattern in the middle of the aura group to change.
The white and green are distinct, and there is some light green that seems to be mixed in the middle, which looks quite beautiful.
However, the division of power within them seems to be unstable. The two colors are entangled with each other, and it seems that they are competing with each other, and no one will give in to the other. Of
It's just that the mixed light green in the middle is constantly expanding, glowing with infinite vitality. However, the power of confrontation between the two sides is constantly shrinking.
She was also holding on very hard. The sound of the sword not only affects the body, but also affects the soul. Under such a ubiquitous attack, they have no power to fight back.
In the eyes of those two people, they were probably really vulnerable ants. You see, a large piece of it fell down without anyone having to do anything.
After the game is over, no matter what the outcome is, you just need to deal with it smoothly. It doesn't take any effort at all, it's easy to get.
The future is unclear and back-up tactics are coming. Ningxia feels that everyone is in danger this time. The chances of her surviving under normal circumstances were too slim.
Then she only had one choice left.
Just when she was about to slip into the little black box... Ningxia suddenly felt a strange wave coming from her waist, which was inexplicably familiar.
Ningxia was stunned for a moment, this is——
The body of Chonghuan.
Since Zhonghuan's death, Ningxia rarely took out Zhonghuan's sword. It was always hidden in the sword box of the small black box and was rarely taken out.
As soon as Zhonghuan died, Ningxia felt depressed. Before she adjusted her condition, she didn't want to look at her old friend's relics day and night. What's more, this sword is, to a certain extent, Zhong Huan's body. Ningxia didn't know how to face it for a while.
Secondly, Chonghuan's identity is sensitive, and the cause of his death is full of doubts. The man behind the scenes was lurking in the dark, so Ning Xia thought it would be better to hide the sword. Let’s wait until we get out.
But when she went out today, for some unknown reason, Ning Xia took out the sword case with a thought and hesitated for a moment before wearing Zhonghuan around her waist before coming to the venue.
During this period, Chonghuan had been very quiet, without giving the slightest reaction, as if it had gone with its dead owner. Ning Xia was not surprised, after all, the sword spirits who were close to her were gone.
She has never learned swordsmanship or held a sword, so it is normal for her not to be recognized by the sword body.
The days are long, and she must practice swordsmanship well after this calamity is over. Although she can command like an arm like when Zhong Huan was still there, she must at least use this sword well. At any rate, it was the only thing Zhonghuan left to her.
The sword, which had always looked as if it were dead, suddenly reacted in this situation. A familiar yet unfamiliar scent came over me.
This is the aura of Zhonghuan, but it is and is not.
Chonghuan is dead. This is a fact that Ningxia has long recognized. The master-slave contract disappeared into thin air, with not a trace remaining, proving the fact that the other protagonist was dead. Mrs. Hong Ji’s response also confirmed this again.
Therefore, the familiar aura that appears now can only be the fluctuation of the Chonghuan Sword itself, not the fluctuation of the sword soul. After the soul born of this sword leaves, it still instinctively protects the owner recognized by the sword soul.
Ningxia didn't feel familiar thoughts from the fluctuations, but only pure breath.
This...sigh——
This familiar aura gradually enveloped her, separating her from the torture of the sword.
She seemed to be alone in a small, isolated world. Although it was not as airtight as the small black box, it was enough to isolate the absolute lethality contained in the sword sound, and she was able to breathe for a while.
Thank you, Chonghuan. You seem to have saved me again.
