Cheeky Sword God

　　 "The injury in the body is not serious, and it can be cured within ten days at most."

　　 At dinner, the old man diagnosed Wu Chi's pulse again, touching his beard and talking.

　　 This is what was expected, but Wu Chi is now a lot more energetic, and the injury will naturally get better sooner than expected.

　　 "What about the injury to the foundation of kendo?" Yuan Ziyi couldn't help but interject.

　　 reached out and knocked Yuan Ziyi's head, the old man said, "Little guy, since you don't want to give up kendo, just stick to it! It's freezing three feet, it's not a day's cold, this matter can't be anxious."

　　 "Thank you senior for reminding me, the kid understands." Nodded, Wu Chi is not surprised about this. The basic problems of kendo don't need the elderly to diagnose, he can feel it himself.

　　 Regaining kendo is not an easy task in itself. Wu Chi knows this better than anyone.

　　 "Grandpa Drunkard, I heard that you can use sword guts to condense your sword energy. If you have sword guts, will he recover faster?" Yuan Ziyi asked with his chin in his hand.

"Nonsense." The old man glared with anger, and the old man taught, "Extracting sword gall is a vicious method! Moreover, this method is quick for quick success and quick profit, and the sword qi condensed by this method is also mixed and impure. It needs to be refined slowly. If it is not used, it will be hopeless to condense the sword."

　　 Wu Chi was quite impressed with this. At the beginning, he refining the power of a sword guts, so that the sword qi was greatly increased, until he refined the sword qi in the sword pool and suffered a lot of pain, then he relieved the troubles.

　　 If there is no Jianchi, when he discovers the problem in the future, I am afraid that it will take several times to resolve the hidden danger.

　　 "I'm asking you whether it is useful for him to recover from his injury, and it is not used to condense sword energy." With a curled lips, Yuan Ziyi defended in dissatisfaction.

"The damage to the foundation of kendo can be restored with the strength of the sword. However, he is self-damaging the foundation of kendo, and the injury is at the source. If he wants to recover, he can only rely on himself, and the effect of external force is not great." The old man shook. He shook his head and explained.

　　 This is the reason why he said that there is no way to deal with Wu Chi's injury. Otherwise, if he was injured, he would still be able to treat it even if he didn't use his guts.

　　 Rolled his eyes, Yuan Ziyi stopped answering, but thought to himself.

　　 "The effect is not great? Is it still effective? This is a way."

　　 "The kid wants to stay in this valley for more days to see if there is any improvement, I am afraid I will disturb the seniors for a while." Wu Chi didn't care at all, and said with his hands.

　　 "It's okay, if you stay, you can not only talk to the old man, but also drink with me. You can stay as long as you want." The old man nodded slightly, and the old man agreed with a smile.

　　 "Ah? I don't want to stay anymore. I'm so bored. Grandpa drunkard, if he is with you, then I will leave first tomorrow." Yuan Ziyi pouted.

　　 "You girl is always crazy, how long have you been here before you want to run again?"

　　 "Hehe, Grandpa Drunkard, I'm actually homesick. I'll go back and steal some of Grandpa's good wine for you, okay?" Yuan Ziyi took the old man's arm and said coquettishly.

　　 "Are you going to steal the old guy's wine?" The old man's eyes suddenly lit up.

　　 "Grandpa drunkard, wait, I'll go back tomorrow, and I will give you some good wine."

　　 glanced at Yuan Ziyi, seeming to understand her thoughts, the old man shook his head slightly, but did not stop her.

　　 Stealing alcohol is a fake. I want to go back and ask if the old guy can heal this kid. Is it true?

　　 However, although the old guy is powerful, but he won't save people. The little girl is afraid that he will make a wrong calculation this time.

　　..........

　　 Early the next morning, Yuan Ziyi left secretly.

　　 In addition to occasionally drinking a few bowls of wine with the elderly every day, Wu Chi spends all his energy on sword practice. Even if there is no improvement in the slightest, there is no slack.

Two months have passed since this exercise. The old man couldn’t help being touched by Wu Chi’s persistence. He took out a lot of elixir to treat Wu Chi’s body. Although it didn’t help the fundamental injuries of kendo, it did not help. The zhenqi in Wu Chi's body became deeper and deeper, and there was a faint tendency to condense into the liquid and step into the liquid.

　　 As they get along day and night, their relationship deepens day by day, and the old man almost regards Wu Chi as his junior.

　　 There was a vague idea of ​​teaching Wu Chi the way of medicine.

　　 It's a pity that Wu Chi is still focused on kendo, and has no plans to learn medicine.

　　 There was a sigh in his heart, and the old man did not force it.

　　..........

　　 "Fairy in Ziyi, you have repeatedly provoked me several times and brought me out alone. What do you want to do?"

　　 An annoyed look appeared in the blood-clothed youth, and he asked in a cold voice.

　　 "To lead you out, I want to ask you to borrow something. If there are too many people, I am afraid that you will not borrow it." After blinking his eyes, Yuan Ziyi said innocently.

　　 "Borrow something?" The blood-clothed youth asked inexplicably, "I have congealed my blood against the enemy all my life. I only rely on a sword in my hand and have no long objects. Is there anything that Fairy Ziyi is worried about?"

　　 "Hey, that's why you only use the sword in your hand to confront the enemy, so I'm looking for you to borrow it." Yuan Ziyi's laughter sounded like a silver bell, but the tone of voice suddenly revealed a murderous intent.

　　 "Om!"

　　 Purple sword energy flickered, Yuan Ziyi turned into an afterimage, and walked towards the blood clotting.

"Humph!"

　　 snorted coldly, and between the blood clotting backhands, the sword had already started, and it struck Yuan Ziyi in a hurry.

　　 "Pretend to be a god, fairy in purple clothes, if you don't explain what you are coming for, I am afraid that I will not be able to leave today."

　　 After being provoked by Yuan Ziyi several times, Coagulation's heart was already impatient. At this moment, there was a killing intent, and the backhand was a killer move.

　　 The sword is like a river of blood, revealing a thick **** atmosphere, and it is awe-inspiring.

　　 The blood-coagulating sword is itself a sword of killing and cutting. I don't know how many people died in his hands. Once he is cruelly hit, where is Yuan Ziyi's opponent.

　　 Within a few breaths of the purple sword qi, it was eroded by the river of blood and crashed into pieces.

　　 "Puff!"

　　 Bite the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. In an instant, Yuan Ziyi's sword aura suddenly skyrocketed, turning into a purple phoenix, breaking away from the shackles of the blood river, and continuing to coagulate towards the blood.

　　 "Yuan Ziyi, are you crazy?"

　　 Suddenly startled, Xue Ning exclaimed in disbelief.

　　 Although he was annoyed before, he still vaguely knew that Yuan Ziyi's identity was unusual. He just wanted to force her to explain her intentions, and didn't really mean to kill Yuan Ziyi.

　　 But now, Yuan Ziyi does not hesitate to burn his essence and blood, spurring his sword gas into form, making it clear that it is a desperate posture.

　　 This made him unable to figure out when he and Yuan Ziyi forged a mortal feud, and even let her fight with her life.

　　 However, facing Yuan Ziyi's aggressiveness at this moment, he no longer dared to have any reservations, his eyebrows flashed, a touch of blood appeared, the sword gas turned into a river of blood, and he rolled out.

　　 At the same time as the sword gas transforms into shape, in order to ensure victory, the blood coagulation uses the power of the sword at the same time.

　　 condensed into a guts, only one step away, can hit the strength of the Daotai stage, it is also the confidence that he knows Yuan Ziyi intends to draw him out, and still dares to come alone.

　　 "Click!"

　　 The purple phoenix uttered a mournful cry, and after only struggling for a few breaths under the river of blood, it collapsed completely.

　　 Without the cohesion of the sword, the gap between Yuan Ziyi and the blood coagulation strength is too large, and there is no possibility of winning at all.

　　 After the blood river sword qi crushed Zifeng, he cast his momentum unabated, and slapped Yuan Ziyi fiercely.

　　 If this shot is true, Yuan Ziyi will undoubtedly die.

　　 Although there was still some fear in his heart, he was forced to such a point that he couldn't stop the blood clotting at all.

However, at the moment when Yuan Ziyi was about to be swallowed by the river of blood, a purple brilliance rose into the sky and turned into a big umbrella shining with stars, not only protecting Yuan Ziyi, but also enveloping the blood clotting. .

　　 For an instant, the blood clotted and his face changed drastically, and a look of despair appeared in his eyes.

　　 "Zihua Xing Luo Umbrella?!!! Who are you from the Zihua Demon Lord?"

　　 The purple flowers surging, the stars flickered and sealed the void, the blood river sword gas instantly dissipated cleanly, the blood clotted whole person was frozen, unable to move.

　　 her face was pale, and Yuan Ziyi had to cut off her wrist to maintain the power of the Zihua Xingluo umbrella with blood.

　　 "He is my grandfather, but he can't bear to give this purple star umbrella to me. I stole it with great difficulty!"

　　 talking in the mouth, Yuan Ziyi walked towards the blood clot step by step at the same time~www.wuxiaspot.com~No! Why, Fairy Ziyi, I will give you what you want! "There was a wave of fear in my heart, and blood clotting shouted in horror.

　　 As soon as Zihua Xing Luo Umbrella came out, he knew that he had no room for struggle. No matter what Yuan Ziyi wanted, he had to hand it over.

　　 His face became paler, Yuan Ziyi said softly, "Sure enough, I still can't control it, but I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, otherwise people will bleed to death!"

Zihua Xing Luo Umbrella is a treasure that Yuan Ziyi’s strength cannot control at all. It can only be relied on by the power of the bloodline to force it. Now every moment the blood on his body is constantly being swallowed, Yuan Ziyi has already felt something Can't hold it anymore.

　　 "I'll give you what you want! Take the Zihua Xing Luo umbrella!" Although Yuan Ziyi couldn't hold it anymore, Xue Ning was even more desperate.

　　 "Hey, don't worry, soon, if I take something, I will take away the umbrella!"

　　 pinched a seal in his hand, Yuan Ziyi's eyes showed killing intent, and his bare hand suddenly slapped, gently falling under the blood-coagulated brow.

　　In an instant, Xue Ning felt his sword tremble, and the panic in his heart could not increase.

　　 At this moment, he really understands what Yuan Ziyi wants!

　　 What Yuan Ziyi wants is not a foreign object at all, but his guts!

There was a tinge of resentment in his eyes, but he couldn't speak at all. He could only watch the sword and gall be forcibly pulled out by Yuan Ziyi. Before the last point of consciousness dissipated, only the brilliant purple flowers were left in front of him. .