"You idiot, this is the natal immortality lotus condensed with the essence of the soul of the goddess of the spirit race." Yan Guming held the ice and snow lotus in his hands with joy, and sarcastically said to Yu Shiqi: "If she hadn't willingly given her cultivation to you, I would have

There is no way to force her to hand over this thing, but you are so ignorant that you left such a treasure aside and rushed to see the woman from the Sword in the Cloud."

Yu Shiqi didn't expect that his momentary negligence would lead to a big mistake. He suddenly remembered that the "last gift" the goddess said before leaving, turned out to be the ice lotus flower that contained the essence of her cultivation.

If Yan Guming gets the immortal lotus of Xiling Immortal Lotus, then all the previous efforts will be in vain. Yu Shiqi, in desperation, stabs Yan Guming with his sword.

When the long sword struck, the glowing lotus had completely submerged into Yan Guming's body. Yu Shiqi felt that the edge of the Weiyin Sword only penetrated an inch of flesh and could no longer advance.

Yan Guming suddenly opened his eyes, and an astonishing burst of energy erupted from his body, ejecting Yu Shiqi several feet.

"Hahaha..." Yan Guming stared at his palms and laughed, and said to Yu Shiqi: "That stupid woman is a good match for you, a fool like you. I will send you to reunite with her under the Nine Springs."

Already."

Yu Shiqi spat out the blood foam in his mouth on the ground and slashed his sword: "It's just... one more time."

"Really? It seems you haven't noticed it yet..." Yan Guming said with regret in his tone, and suddenly stretched out the five fingers of his right hand towards Yu Shiqi, and the cold icy wind carrying countless small and sharp ice crystals moved towards Yu Shiqi.

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Feeling the constant cold numbness and tingling sensation all over his body, Yu Shiqi lowered his head in disbelief and found that there were countless wounds all over his body, and the blood flowed out of the wounds and quickly froze.

"Why doesn't the source of Wanfa's heart work..."

"Take a good look at the sword in your hand and then ask why." Yan Guming sneered.

On Weiyin Hanfeng's sword, all the light golden circular patterns had disappeared at some point, leaving only the dark and cold sword body.

The time limit for the spirit control technique has come. Yu Shiqi showed a painful and unwilling expression. He was so happy that he successfully stopped Xiling Xianhe that he failed to notice this for a moment. In fact, the spirit control technique had ended when he fell from mid-air.

Already.

If Xiling Xianhe hadn't used the ice and snow lotus to hold him up with his last breath, without the protection of the Vajra Body, even if he didn't fall into the icy water, he might have inevitably fallen to the ground and died.

As the spirit control technique faded, what followed was a heavy feeling of fatigue attached to the body. Yu Shiqi initially thought it was a sensory discomfort after losing the speed increase of the cloud body and wind body, but gradually he discovered that this was not the case.

It's not illusory, his reactions are no longer sensitive and his strength is not as good as before.

"The only two shortcomings of the spirit control technique are that it cannot take effect for a long time, and it will bring great side effects to the sword master's body after it is over." Yan Guming looked at him with interest as he gradually became unable to even move and dodge.

Yu Shiqi arrived, "It seems like you don't know this."

Yu Shiqi was speechless. He only relied on his own passion and tenacious will to support him. Without the protection of Wanfa Heart Source, not only was he covered with bruises under the attack of the secret ice and snow, but also the hand holding the sword.

I felt the pain caused by the secret spell again.

There was a voice in his heart urging him to put down the sword in his hand, because even holding the sword would be useless.

His current physical condition makes it impossible for him to awaken the spirit control technique for a second time, and a miracle like the seventh level of spirit control technique will not happen easily again.

"Say your last words." Yan Guming narrowed one eye and made an aiming motion. His index finger was already aimed at Yu Shiqi's head. He only needed a thought to send out an ice spike that penetrated it.

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"Kill me, and then stop your revenge..." Yu Shiqi said weakly, "You have gained such amazing power, why can't you let go of your hatred?"

"Shut up! That's why I said you are an idiot!" When Yan Guming heard Yu Qiqi asking him to put down his hatred and stop taking revenge, his emotions suddenly exploded as if he had lost control. "Do you think you are great? Hmm? Do you think you should let me kill you?

You can calm my anger? People like you...people like you..."

The raging snowstorm knocked Yu Shiqi to the ground. Yan Guming, who was out of control, could not control this newly acquired power well for a while. The secret technique that was supposed to be condensed into an ice spike and hit with a fatal blow turned into meaningless devastation.

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Yu Shiqi lay on the ground, refusing to let go of the hilt of the sword even though his palm was like a soldering iron. What he was thinking at this moment was that if he was going to die soon, he hoped to die as a swordsman.

When his whole body was wrapped in biting ice and snow, the burning sensation caused by the secret spell in his palm made it difficult for him to maintain his consciousness.

The temperature was so high that it seemed like something was protecting him.

"It's not time to give up yet. Hold the sword to kill the evil. The evil will not be exhausted but the cold front will not hide." The ethereal voice penetrated the howling wind and snow and went straight into his mind.

"Who...who is talking?" Yu Shiqi felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up, and the blood circulation brought the life-sustaining temperature and strength to his whole body.

Yan Guming looked forward strangely. The young man who had been lying on the ground in the snowstorm and hunched over, waiting for death, suddenly started struggling again, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Who was speaking to me just now?" Yu Shiqi asked blankly, as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Senior, is it the ancestor of the Dawn Sect who once held this sword?"

There was no response, just the cold wind and snow.

Yu Shiqi shrank, folded his arms and held the sword in his arms, lowered his head and begged with tears: "If senior thinks I shouldn't give up now, please let the miracle happen again! I want to save the common people.

I have great righteousness and selfishness to protect important people. Even if I die, I want to die here as a Yunzhong Sword swordsman!"

Tears condensed on Yu Shiqi's face, and the white snow accumulated thicker and thicker on his body. The mausoleum cave had turned into a world of white ice and snow.

In the wind and snow, there was a faint tinkling of bells, gradually approaching.

"Alas..." Stopping in front of the snowman who was sitting on his knees with his head bowed, the girl sighed.

Yan Guming stood there, looking warily at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared and broke into the cave. Although she looked like a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, her temperament gave him the same feeling as that of the weak and easy to bully Feng Huanjing.

different.

He didn't know the girl's whereabouts or what she was going to do. He didn't dare to act rashly for a while, but just stood at a distance and watched her carefully.

"Want to die as a Yunzhong Sword swordsman? After hearing your heroic words, I almost didn't want to save you." Xilingyue reached out and brushed off the snow on his head and body.

Yu Shiqi's consciousness was already on the verge of death. He was almost frozen and even the thinking in his mind slowed down. When he heard Xilingyue speaking, he felt that the voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

A warm fox fur covered him, and the person who did it for him patted his shoulder.

"But I still plan to save you, because I feel that although Yunzhongjian will certainly not lack a young man like you who is rushing to die, Xihuang may lose an interesting painter from now on, which would be a pity." Xilingyue.

As he spoke, he walked past him and walked straight towards Yan Guming.

"Miss Xiling..." Under the warmth of the fox fur, Yu Shiqi finally recalled the name of the person in front of him.

"You can try to call me by my name, just like I call you Yu Shiqi. Although I don't hate this title."

"That person is dangerous..."

"I remember not long ago, the day we met, you seemed to be worried about my safety." Xilingyue smiled, "But later, you were still more afraid of me than you reminded me of dangerous things."

Yu Shiqi felt that his eyelids were trembling heavily. After Xilingyue arrived, he inexplicably gave him a feeling of peace of mind, making him no longer filled with unwilling obsessions like before.

He wanted to just ignore it and go to sleep, but it seemed that Xi Lingyue hadn't finished speaking yet.

"It's the same this time." Xilingyue's confident voice reached Yu Shiqi's ears, "Compared to a former Cloud Sword kid like you who suddenly went crazy for justice, I am the real law enforcer in Xihuang."
Chapter completed!