Spirit Sword Sovereign

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The blood dripped and touched the icy ground, instantly turning into ice crystals.

Chu Xingyun stared at Shui Liuxiang, and felt a tremor in his heart, as if he felt something, and his voice trembled slightly: "Liuxiang, listen to my explanation."

This voice, through the strong weakness, even Chu Xingyun's pace, seemed trembling, however, Shui Liuxiang did not have any movement, and the delicate and delicate face trembling even more.

I saw her lips bite tighter, bloody, drips across the face, and fell to the ground, making a rattling sound.

If you look closely, you will also find that Shui Liuxiang's hands have been held tightly, even more and more tightly, the fingertips pierced into the palm flesh and blood, also dripping blood, turning into dazzling blood flowers on the ground.

Two people, four eyes, look deeply at each other.

However, there seems to be an invisible high wall between them, blocking it.

Chu Xingyun felt a pain in his heart for a while. He continued to step forward, step by step, but his hands were tighter, and countless emotions flashed in his eyes. It was very chaotic, even more chaotic than the whistling cold wind.

Buzz!

Just when Chu Xingyun walked in front of Shuiliuxiang, I do n’t know why, the cold wind between the two people stopped abruptly, Shuiliuxiang ’s clasped hands were also released at this moment, and the eye waves completely calmed down Down.

She looked away from Chu Xingyun's body, Lian Bu moved back, then turned around and walked into the snow step by step.

"Liuxiang!" Suddenly, Chu Xingyun's eyes suddenly solidified. While shouting water Liuxiang, he stepped forward. This is a deep black eye. I don't know when it will become empty. The light disappears a little. , Revealing a strong sense of weakness.

However, Chu Xingyun still stepped in the pace, stepped into the rolling snow and kept approaching the beautiful shadow in front.

As Ye Xueshang said, with Chu Xingyun's cultivation practice at the moment, even if he possesses unparalleled spiritual supernatural powers, his soul power can not maintain the domineering sword for a long time, otherwise there will be life worries.

In the depths of Shui Liuxiang's mind, Chu Xingyun not only maintained the domineering slashing sword, but even produced the sword many times, strangling the soul of Ye Xueshang to death, leaving no trace of fragments.

Such consumption, how huge, has dried up Chu Xingyun's soul.

Chu Xingyun knew this naturally, but he still clenched his teeth and flew through the snow.

He just wanted Shui Liuxiang to stop.

At the last moment of his own life that was about to die, he just wanted to see more of Shui Liuxiang, even if only one glance ...

Don't ask for forgiveness, don't ask for retention, just ask for a soft look ...

call!

At this moment, the cold wind roared again, very cold, and seemed to be able to stab the heart. Chu Xingyun ’s soul, mixed in the icy snow storm, kept dispersing, and his vision became blurred. He could only vaguely see the Qianying in front of him. He stretched out his right hand with difficulty, moving forward a little, Slightly said: "Liuxiang, can you stop for a while, me, I can't move.

"

The voice was so weak that it seemed to calm down in the cold wind, causing Shuijiuxiang's body to tremble, and her footsteps stopped suddenly. She still didn't look back, but her body was trembling unceasingly.

But after a while, Shuiliu's footsteps once again stepped out, faster and faster, gradually away from Chu Xingyun, until Chu Xingyun's field of vision, only the cold and roaring wind and snow, no longer that A shadow that haunts the heart.

A hot tear penetrated through the eyes, slipped across the face of Junyi as a demon, and fell to the ground like crystal. Chu Xingyun's eyes finally dimmed.

call……

A cold wind blew through, and the mist of black soul on Chu Xingyun's body disintegrated, fragmented, and dispersed in the snow ...

Huh ...

The cold wind pierced the heart and became more and more anxious, as if sighing and laughing.

Soon, Chu Xingyun's body was covered with a thin layer of frost, and even his deep eyes turned into frost white, as if it had become an eternal ice sculpture.

Not far behind Chu Xingyun, Ye Qianhan had been standing there quietly.

She didn't move, like an ice sculpture.

The pair of faint purple moving eyes, already filled with desolation and sorrow, stared at Chu Xingyun's gradually frozen body, and his trembling body shivered.

Yeah--

At this moment, the baby in her arms made an inaudible voice.

It was a girl with big eyes, like Ye Qianhan, deep pupils, like Chu Xingyun, fair skin, as delicate as a porcelain doll.

The baby seemed to be hungry. He stretched out his little hands and flicked at Ye Qianhan. Ye Qianhan glanced down. The cold on his body dissipated suddenly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She stared at her flesh and blood, and kept a smile in the corner of her mouth, but the tears were pouring down ...

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, her eyes were slightly closed, and a thick aura suddenly bloomed, covering the baby and protecting her from the erosion of the cold wind.

Immediately, Ye Qianhan leaned down and slowly put the baby down, forehead gently against the baby's small face, motionless, only two lines of teardrops slide, moistening the baby and her face.

I don't know how long this scene lasted.

When the cold wind stopped blowing, Ye Qianhan's figure disappeared there, and the baby curled up in the swaddle fell into a deep sleep, but there was a trace of tears on her face.

The crowd around them stared at each other, saying nothing from beginning to end.

Or, they do n’t know how to speak.

Chu Hu, Ning Lefan and others lowered their heads, their expressions heavy.

Women such as Qin Ruyan and Xue Qingwu gritted their teeth and sighed lightly in their mouths.

As for Shui Qianyue, she turned her back, avoiding everyone's eyes, only revealing a pair of jade hands tightly held.

Nuo Da is at the top of the mountain, suddenly dead.

The cold wind no longer roared, and the warm sun fell again, but this space was still very cold.

The sun shone on Chu Xingyun's body, reflecting a cold light. He really became an ice sculpture, silently staring at the front.

But besides him, there were only frost and snow on the surrounding ground, no trace left behind, no matter whether it was far in front or behind.

Yeah--

Suddenly, the baby who fell asleep fell asleep. She seemed to perceive something, glanced around with anxiety, and then, a childish cry came out of her mouth and became the only voice in this dead void ...