With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

Murong Xue also saw that the other party was indeed injured. Her eyes were full of pride, and she tilted her mouth to one side and snorted coldly: "Feng Qingjiu, today is the day you die."

Feng Qingjiu smiled and said, "Ms. Murong may not know that the King of Hell is my uncle. Even if I want to die, he won't take me in."

"Hmph, even if the King of Hell is your father, you will still die today. Watch out for the whip."

Murong Xue launched another round of attack. She swung her whip and the whip shadow turned into countless silver snakes, circling and dancing in the air.

Feng Qingjiu's eyes flashed with solemnity, she took a deep breath, and swung her sword towards the storm. For a moment, the sword light and the whip intertwined, making a deafening roar.

In the end, Feng Qingjiu took a few steps back. She covered her chest with her hands, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The system's horrified voice sounded: [Ah... Host, I told you that you couldn't beat her, but you refused to listen. I can tell that your internal injuries have worsened.]

Ye Xiumo instinctively wanted to rush over: "Fairy sister...!"

Feng Qingjiu stretched out a hand: "Amo, don't come over, I'm fine, go back."

The system held its waist in its hands and circled around Ye Xiumo viciously: [Humph... It's all your fault, you fool. If you hadn't been whipped, the host wouldn't have been so angry. ]

Feng Qingjiu: [Tongtong, shut up and don't scold Ah Mo. He was injured because of me.]

[Did you take a pill that instantly restored your internal energy last time? ]

System: [Host, you need to accumulate points.]

Feng Qingjiu yelled in her heart: [Get out of here...! ]

System: [Goodbye...!] It flew back under the stall and hid.

"Haha...Feng Qingjiu, you really can't do it!" Seeing Feng Qingjiu vomiting blood, Murong Xue was extremely happy.

Feng Qingjiu frowned. No, if he continued like this, his life might really be lost here.

I vaguely remember that on the last page of the Unparalleled Sword Technique it was written that as long as one uses internal force to close the Zhongfu, Qimen and Tanzhong points on the body, one can instantly raise the internal force to the highest level of grandmaster.

Feng Qingjiu closed his eyes, stretched out his right hand, gathered a little bit of internal energy on his fingertips, and quickly pressed a few times on the acupuncture points.

The system shouted in horror: [Host, your body cannot bear this. Although you have defeated Murong Xue, your internal strength will drop directly to zero, which means you will have to practice the unparalleled sword technique again.]

Feng Qingjiu ignored it.

The system covers its ears: [Oh my god, oh my god, this is really crazy. ]

"Feng Qingjiu, go to hell!" Murong Xue's eyes were sharp as she delivered the last whip.

Feng Qingjiu suddenly opened his eyes, and he had become a completely different person from before, with his right hand tightly gripping the hilt of the sword.

The tip of the sword suddenly trembled, and it dodged Murong Xue's whip as nimbly as a dragon.

Immediately afterwards, her figure changed again, turning into a residual shadow and instantly appeared behind Murong Xue.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

Feng Qingjiu suddenly swung the sword in his hand, and a dazzling sword energy shot up into the sky, as magnificent as the Milky Way falling from the sky.

The space seemed to be torn apart, making a deafening roar.

Murong Xue's face changed drastically when she saw this, and she wanted to dodge but it was too late.

She could only watch the sword energy coming towards her, her heart filled with despair.

"Miss...!" Qiuyu shouted.

However, at this critical moment, the tip of Feng Qingjiu's sword suddenly stopped, and the sword energy dissipated into nothingness.

Murong Xue opened her eyes and looked at Feng Qingjiu in disbelief. She would have been killed for sure with that sword strike just now, but why did she put away the sword?

"You lose." Feng Qingjiu said lightly.

“Fairy sister…!” Ye Xiumo happily ran to Feng Qingjiu.

Feng Qingjiu endured the discomfort in his body and said, "Let's go!"

Ye Xiumo: "Well... Sister Fairy, let's go home."

The system's sad voice sounded: [Ah... the calm before the storm, this time it's really over. ]

Looking at Feng Qingjiu's back, Murong Xue wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

Qiu Yu hurried over to support her young lady, her eyes full of worry: "Miss, how are you?"

Murong Xue looked dazed: "I'm fine...!"

Qiu Yu: "Feng Qing wine is amazing!"

"Pah!" Murong Xue slapped the maid: "Who do you say is powerful? That bitch must have used some tricks just now, which caused me to lose."

Qiu Yu covered her face, "Yes, Miss."

...............

Feng Qingjiu and the other person came to a place with fewer people.

Fengqingjiu can't hold on any longer!

"Puff..." A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining a large area of ​​the clothes red.

Seeing this, Ye Xiumo panicked and immediately supported her: "Fairy sister...what happened to you? Why did you suddenly vomit blood?"

Feng Qingjiu looked at the silly man in front of him weakly, and smiled: "Amo, I'm a little tired and can't walk anymore, can you carry me on your back?"

Under the direct sunlight, Feng Qingjiu's skirt was stained with large bloodstains, which looked particularly glaring.

Ye Xiumo caught a glimpse of this scene, and his heart tightened with fear. He gently bent down and carried her delicate body on his back: "Fairy sister, it's okay, Ah Mo will carry you home."

Ye Xiumo walked forward steadily, each step seemed particularly steady, as if he was guarding the treasure in his heart: "Fairy sister, you will be fine, let's go home!"

Feng Qingjiu leaned on his broad back, her cheek pressed against his neck, her weak breathing carrying a hint of pain and helplessness.

Ye Xiumo said nothing, but just walked silently, using his strong back to support her.

Feng Qingjiu wrapped her arms around his neck, as if she wanted to pour out all the pain to him.

"Hmm...!" Feng Qingjiu's forehead was already sweating from the pain and his body was trembling slightly.

Ye Xiumo seemed to feel her trembling and straightened his back even harder, trying to use his strength to bring her a little comfort.

Ye Xiumo walked and called out: "Fairy sister...!"

Every time he called out, Feng Qingjiu would weakly reply, "Amo, I'm here."

The system also swung its body quickly: [Woo woo... Host, you must be okay! ]

Suddenly Feng Qingjiu's hands were no longer around Ye Xiumo's neck.

At this moment, Ye Xiumo felt deeply frightened.

“Fairy sister…Fairy sister…!”

This time I didn't hear the words: "Amo, I'm here."

Ye Xiumo quickened his pace, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead one by one.

“Fairy sister…Fairy sister…!” At the end, Ye Xiumo’s voice was already filled with tears.

"Amo, be strong and don't cry. Fairy Sister will be fine. She will be fine."

"Wow, wow, wow...but Amo can't help it. Amo wants to cry so much."

Tears and sweat flowed down Ye Xiumo's cheeks.