When Yun Qing'er saw this, she turned around and ran away. The tiger refused to give up and kept pressing forward step by step. However, Yun Qing'er was slender and very flexible, while the tiger was huge and seemed a bit clumsy. For a moment, it was chasing him more and more.

the further away.

When it was far away, Yun Qing'er turned around, took the Liubo Arrow, and shot it from a distance. The tiger became angrier, roared again and again, and chased after Yun Qing'er crazily.

Yun Qing'er deliberately lured the tiger away from Shao Zheng. She found that the tiger was far less agile than her, so she always deliberately controlled her speed, kept a certain distance from the tiger, and led the tiger to run wildly everywhere in the cloud forest.

At this time, Shao Zheng was completely immersed in the secret skills of sword refining, without any distractions. When he saw that the air wall persisted for a while and showed signs of dissipating, he hurriedly read it again from beginning to end, memorizing it in his heart. The air wall gradually,

It became thinner and thinner, and the writing on it became illegible. Shao Zheng already remembered it. He raised his hand and waved, and the air wall dissipated and disappeared without a trace.

Shao Zheng looked around and found that both Tiger and Yun Qing'er were gone. He felt anxious and shouted: "Qing'er, Qing'er, where are you?"

Just as he was shouting, far away in the woods, Yun Qing'er responded. Shao Zheng flew into the air and looked towards the place where the sound came from. He saw Yun Qing'er's clothes fluttering, like a butterfly wearing flowers, flying in the clouds.

She was flying left and right in the woods, looking extremely elegant and graceful. Behind her, the red tiger was roaring and chasing her. However, the tiger's body was too big, and it was inconvenient to twist its body, and it was often hit by the cloud trees.

The speed was greatly reduced, and it seemed that he would not be able to catch up with Yun Qing'er.

Shao Zheng shouted: "Qing'er, are you okay? Can you hold on for a while? I got a secret technique and want to practice it!"

Yun Qing'er turned her head to see Shao Zheng flying in the air, and giggled: "Ms. sir, don't worry! If it doesn't work, I will run to your side!"

Shao Zheng laughed: "Okay, then just hold on a little longer!"

He lowered his body, moved his hand, and the divine sword flew back quickly, stopped in front of him, and kept turning slowly.

Shao Zheng sat down cross-legged and recited the magic formula once. Then he raised his palms and pushed out two streams of spiritual energy to surround the divine sword. The divine sword was still hanging there without any response. Shao Zheng's eyes lit up and the two spiritual energies suddenly surged.

Push it towards the middle and wrap the divine sword tightly in the middle.

Shao Zheng followed the sword refining method and guided his own spiritual energy to circulate continuously in his meridians. During the circulation process, a powerful suction force was formed in the body, and the huge seven-color spiritual energy contained in the Seven-Colored Divine Sword played a role in the suction force.

Next, for a moment, a surge of energy rushed into Shao Zheng's body along with Shao Zheng's spiritual energy.

There were too many seven-color spiritual energy contained in the divine sword. Shao Zheng never expected it and was not mentally prepared. Once the seven-color spiritual energy rushed in, Shao Zheng felt severe pain in his meridians, and he felt that the majestic spiritual energy was like a flood.

Like a dike bursting, it kept washing and tearing his meridians.

Shao Zheng was surprised and wanted to stop. However, the spiritual energy in the Seven-Colored Divine Sword was out of control and kept pouring in. Fortunately, the sword was no longer demonic, and Shao Zheng was already a demigod. Otherwise, he would have to escape instantly.

It was impossible to burst. Despite this, his meridians still couldn't withstand it and were constantly torn apart by spiritual energy. Because he once drank Feng Huang'er's blood, his body had an abnormal recovery ability. After the meridians were torn, they were quickly repaired, and then

It was torn again, repaired again, and so on, Shao Zheng's meridians became stronger and stronger.

At the beginning, Shao Zheng deliberately guided these spiritual energies. Later, he was tortured by pain and had a splitting headache. He only gritted his teeth and persisted. He still had the time to guide the seven-color spiritual energy.

Wandering around, constantly destroying Shao Zheng's body, the phoenix breath continued to repair Shao Zheng's body.

Shao Zheng felt as if he was being tempered in ice and fire. Everything was happening automatically. He had no control at all and could not control it. He could only grit his teeth and persevere.

He felt that his consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and he almost fainted from the pain, but the seven-color energy in the divine sword still had no intention of stopping, and was still surging forward, entering his meridians wantonly.

Shao Zheng felt that he could no longer hold on, and even felt a trace of regret in his heart. He regretted that he did not dare to be so reckless and refine this peerless sword so rashly, but there was no use regretting it.

At that moment, everything was over. Shao Zheng's face was dripping with sweat, as if he was sitting in a steamer. Through the sweat that slipped into his eyes, he looked into the distance. There were white clouds and trees in the distance.

Yun Qing'er didn't know where he had gone. He wanted to see Yun Qing'er again. In that case, even if he died, he would have no regrets. However, after waiting for a while, there was no sign of Yun Qing'er.

Shao Zheng could no longer hold on. He tried his best and shouted: "Qing'er!" Then his vision went dark and he fainted.

Yun Qing'er was leading the red tiger in a circle in the cloud forest when she suddenly heard Shao Zheng's hissing. She couldn't help but feel pain in her heart and hurriedly ran in the direction of Shao Zheng.

When he flew closer, he saw Shao Zheng lying straight on the ground, and his seven-color divine sword was broken into pieces. The sword body had no luster or sparkle, nor did it have the overwhelming aura.

It was quietly shattered on the ground, like a pile of burning ashes.

Yun Qing'er didn't know what happened, and thought that some hidden master had killed Shao Zheng and destroyed Shao Zheng's divine sword. She let out a sweet cry and threw herself on Shao Zheng. Tears fell from her eyes and she cried bitterly:

"Ms. sir, wake up! Wake up! Don't scare me!"

He shook Shao Zheng's body. Shao Zheng's whole body was limp and unconscious at all, as if he was really dead.

Yun Qing'er was also concerned but confused. She thought that Shao Zheng had been beaten to death by a master. She didn't check Shao Zheng's heart pulse. She just cried sadly and kept shaking Shao Zheng.

While Yun Qing'er was shaking, earth-shaking changes were still taking place in Shao Zheng's body. The seven-color spiritual energy in the Seven-Colored Divine Sword completely poured into his body, constantly colliding with his own seven-color spiritual energy, blending with each other, and finally merged.

As one body, this process sounds long, but in fact it is going on non-stop, especially since he still has Qingluan breath in his body. Qingluan breath can adjust and restore various breaths. With Qingluan breath,

With help from the side, the process of blending the seven-color spiritual energy in the divine sword with Shao Zheng's seven-color spiritual energy became much simpler and faster.

As the breath in his body gradually stabilized, Shao Zheng gradually woke up from his coma.
Chapter completed!