"boom!"
Just when she was about to rush to Ye Qingli's side, a layer of ice shield suddenly bounced up, and then, Ning Suqin was very miserable, and was directly thrown dozens of meters away.
Lying on the ground without any image, like a little turtle...
Ye Qingli's hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword. She turned back and looked at Jun Aohan.
What flowed in the eyes of the two people was full of tacit understanding.
From the hilt of the sword, an inexplicable spiritual power seemed to come from it.
Let them connect with each other.
"bring it on!"
They both spoke at the same time.
Then, pull it out hard...
"Rumble--"
In an instant, the ground shook!
Ning Suqin, who was screaming in the distance, also lost her voice instantly.
He stared blankly at the two people in front of him.
The huge sword welded into the stone tablet.
Just like that, with the combined efforts of the two people, it was pulled out bit by bit.
Groups of golden light flew out like fireflies, and then continued to surround the two people.
A trace of spiritual power kept seeping into it.
flowing in the meridians of two people.
A faint voice came from the air.
"Those who can pull out my sword will receive my inheritance. Use the ancient spiritual power of the Five Elements to cleanse your meridians..."
Ning Suqin, who was lying far away, was almost going crazy with jealousy!
Isn't this too unfair?
It’s actually the ancient five-element spiritual power!
Legend has it that it is the purest, purest spiritual power without any impurities in the world!
Those whose meridians have been washed by this spiritual power have a high chance of being promoted to one level!
Such a good thing should have been mine!
The light shrouded the two people for a long time before slowly dissipating.
Then, the huge sword hovered in the middle of the two people, and then separated on its own.
Then, it turned into two swords, one long and one short.
The pattern of the two swords put together is exactly the shape of a mandarin duck crossing its neck.
Jun Aohan looked at the sword in his hand and suddenly beamed with joy.
"Qingli, don't you think this sword is much more beautiful than the original one?"
After seeing this sword, he immediately completely forgot about the blood refinement that had followed him for more than ten years.
I didn’t see it. How beautiful are the patterns on it?
How symbolic is it?
That Blood Refiner, just from the name, looks so scary.
How can this sword be so festive and auspicious?
If one day, Qingli and I would be like these two swords, lying together like mandarin ducks crossing their necks...
hey-hey!
Jun Aohan started to stand there, grinning, and kept giggling.
Ye Qingli was confused.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"it's okay no problem!"
Jun Aohan quickly raised the sword.
"Look, how beautiful this sword is..."
"Oh, this kid is crazy..."
Ye Qingli let out a long sigh.
This is already the sixth time.
It's such a sin for a good young man to go crazy just like that.
Ning Suqin, who had just gotten up from the ground, was already furious!
Especially, after seeing those two swords!
The entangled pattern is like two intertwined tree vines, tightly entangled together and never separated...
Ning Suqin's eyes were almost bleeding.
Just when she bit her lip and didn't have time to speak.
Jun Aohan suddenly let out another scream.
"Hey, Qingli, look!"
