Chapter 282

The wind is blowing and the sand is all over the sky.

Su Chunsheng can't feel the pain from his body. He can't breathe when he's depressed. The blood flows from the wound. A simple long sword inserted on his shoulder and a short sword inserted on his leg are all constantly flowing air, eroding Su Chunsheng's meridians. The air is constantly popping in his body.

Rao is so, Su Chunsheng is still struggling to support, do not let himself fall, one breath can not put down.

The only trace of Qingming left in my mind tells me that if I fall down at this point, all my previous achievements on the way to the north will be wasted, and my self-cultivation Qi, which I have been fighting with each other again and again, will be greatly reduced, and it is even difficult to restore the celestial realm.

Su Chunsheng didn't know when he would last, and he didn't know what the next result would be. Just hang on, don't let yourself fall, even if it's extremely painful, even if it's exhausted, even if it's hopeless.

The yellow sand all around was more and more turbulent.

The hanging Chixiao sword gave out bursts of light sound, and the brilliance soared in the thick yellow sand all over the sky. Dozens of long swords, which are still covetous all around, stop moving in an instant. It seems that they are awed by the short sword rising suddenly. They just hover around and swam around.

Under the Chixiao sword, the woman in white landed slowly, holding the Chixiao sword in one hand.

The woman is tall and slender. She holds the dagger with a delicate white palm, but her eyes drop gently. She stares at Su Chunsheng kneeling on the ground with a look of sadness and anger.

Sad, because see Su Chunsheng so hard support, angry is the sword array of dozens of long swords, inch to kill.

"Get out of here!"

The woman in white glanced at the two swords that were inserted in Su Chunsheng's body. She couldn't help getting more angry. She opened her lips and teeth, and gave an angry rebuke.

The two long swords inserted in Su Chunsheng's body suddenly converged. One by one, they seemed to have lost their luster and did not dare to act rashly.

The sword, which had been stuck on Su Chunsheng's shoulder all the time, flew straight out of Su Chunsheng's body after a light sound. It shot into the air and returned to the sword array composed of dozens of long swords. It swam with the rest of the swords.

However, another short sword inserted in Su Chunsheng's calf still didn't seem to have the intention to leave. After a short period of convergence, the sword's Qi soared again and began to erode Su Chunsheng's meridians.

Kneeling on the ground, Su Chunsheng was suddenly injured. He spat out a mouthful of black blood. His whole body couldn't support him. He couldn't make himself fall by holding his hands on the ground. His whole face became more ferocious because of the severe pain.

"Dead bastard!"

The barefoot woman's face was livid. After a cold drink, she took a step forward in an instant. As soon as she bent down, she took the handle of the short sword which was inserted in Su Chunsheng's leg with one hand, and then pulled it hard.

The short sword, which was once so vigorous, lost its luster and was pulled out of Su Chunsheng's body.

The woman in white holds the Chixiao sword in one hand and the simple sword in the other. She sneers.

The dagger chirped softly, as if pleading.

However, the woman didn't hesitate at all. She took Chixiao in one hand and chopped it directly.

Bang!

The sound of explosion suddenly rang out. The short sword, which was not willing to leave before, was hit by Chixiao sword in an instant. However, the simple sword was not broken into two pieces, but directly broke into pieces, instantly turned into a cloud of ash, and directly diffused in the air with the yellow sand.

Such a scene, if seen in the eyes of outsiders, especially some Jian Xiu who understand the market, will definitely be silly. After all, a simple dagger is not so fragile either in its texture or in its Qi.

It's a pity that these ancient and simple swords, even the most famous swords, have no momentum in front of this woman.

Because this woman is the first magic weapon in ancient times, Chixiao!

And the vast Yellow sand, which is mixed with strong Qi, seems to have become a small world shrouded by Qi.

Xiao Tianci, Su Chunsheng's uncle, the peerless sword immortal on Jianshan mountain in Southwest China, once died. It is an ancient wonder that Chixiao recognizes the master, and the sword spirit contained in Chixiao is beyond the cultivation of martial arts in the world. Unless Su Chunsheng, the master, can jump into the fairyland, he will only become a drag on Chixiao sword. This means that only when Su Chunsheng jumps out of the nine realms of martial arts, can he become a real earth immortal. Of course, there is another way, that is, the small world formed by the condensation of strong enough air engine will also lead out.

Therefore, Su Chunsheng once saw the wandering figure of Chixiao sword spirit in the broken sword array of jiuxiao mountain, and also saw the real body of Chixiao sword spirit in the courtyard mirror.

Now, the yellow sand is all over the sky, and the sudden strange Qi can make the sword spirit walk out of the Chixiao sword. Naturally, those other ancient swords lost their arrogance.

However, the shape of the Chixiao sword is still unstable, mostly because the air of the yellow sand is not strong enough. However, it is enough for Chixiao sword spirit.

After the slender Chixiao sword spirit solved the seemingly domineering simple short sword, he walked to Su Chunsheng. Regardless of the dust and blood on the ground, he squatted on Su Chunsheng's side, patted his hand on Su Chunsheng's back and murmured: "Chunsheng..."

Su Chunsheng, who was originally ferocious and had blurred vision, flashed a trace of clarity in his mind. He turned his head and looked at the beautiful and sad face around him with a slight grin, but the corner of his mouth spilled black blood again.

White sword spirit suddenly red eyes, soft voice way: "don't worry, have me in, no one can hurt you."

Su Chunsheng coughed a few times, and there was a constant overflow of blood, and the whole person became extremely vulnerable.

That sword array has exhausted his cultivation. The two ancient swords that were inserted in his body damaged his meridians a lot. Now Su Chunsheng doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

The finger of the sword spirit in white knocks on Su Chunsheng's back, and a series of slight Qi flow out slowly into Su Chunsheng's body, and begins to repair Su Chunsheng's injured body.

At this time, the wild roar and the yellow sand all over the sky suddenly weakened, and the body shape of the white sword spirit squatting beside Su Chunsheng suddenly became blurred, and fluttered slightly with the wind.

Seeing this scene, the white sword Spirit gave a bitter smile, and still kept instilling Qi into Su Chunsheng's body. He sighed helplessly and said sadly: "Chunsheng, are you really going to die here?"

Obviously, when the yellow sand is gone, the sword spirit is doomed to be unable to stay. And the dozens of ancient and simple sword arrays around are still covetous. So Su Chunsheng, who has been seriously injured and has no air circulation, will fall into a situation of death.

However, even if it is a sword spirit, what can it do?

This is based on the yellow sand air machine and appears, in the small world of yellow sand air machine condensation, natural invincible in the world. But now, the yellow sand is about to disperse, and the sword spirit can repair Su Chunsheng's weak Qi, but it can do nothing.

"Chunsheng, don't die."

The sword spirit in white is extremely sad. He looks up at the sword array composed of dozens of ancient swords in the sky and is angry. The dozens of swords seemed to have noticed the sudden change of the situation. They began to approach slowly and swam around. The Qi of the swords kept flowing and seemed to be waiting for the spirit of the swords to disappear.

As the yellow sand becomes smaller, the shape of Chixiao sword spirit becomes more and more blurred, and he looks at Su Chunsheng sorrowfully.

Su Chunsheng, who was infused with a lot of Qi, raised his head and sat down on the ground. He straightened up and turned his head. The figure gradually drifted and grinned, but he couldn't say a word.

Hum!

It's a light whistle.

The dozens of long swords in the sky are getting closer and closer. One of the swords goes straight down to Su Chunsheng's neck, killing him.

Most of the sword spirit's body has been scattered. It's impossible to even make a move.

Seeing the long sword shooting down in the sky, Su Chunsheng raised his head, closed his eyes and sighed.

In the distance, a figure came rushing.

He was a monk in green clothes. He jumped to the post road nearby and stopped suddenly. Looking at this scene, he did not help, but quickly put his hands together and lowered his head.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

In a moment, Haoran Qi came out from the monk's body and covered the wide post road.

On the top of Su Chunsheng's head, the long sword is less than a foot away from Su Chunsheng's neck. It will be inserted into Su Chunsheng's neck the next moment.

But at this time, a slender palm, directly holding the sword, abruptly pulled the powerful sword, so that the sword could not move forward half a minute.

All around the world, suddenly become blurred.

A faint air flow around, a small world suddenly shrouded in it.

"Go to hell!"

The choking voice of the woman's anger and indignation came out, and the sword was broken and turned into ashes.

Then, a white figure flashed around Su Chunsheng again.

Chixiao sword spirit has gone back.

In the sky, the sword array filled with dozens of long swords made a mess.

The sword spirit in white stood beside Su Chunsheng, and his Qi soared out of him. He went straight to shangjiujing, and then surpassed shangjiujing.

In the distance, the monk with his hands together raised his head slightly. After seeing this scene, he could not help grinning and murmuring: "it's still timely."