Gao Leng's deadly enemy always wants to pursue me

The sword spirit of Frost Bone Sword is probably a spineless guy.

Pei Muxue stretched out her hand grinningly, patted Wuling's shoulder, and said with a smile: "If you want to recognize the master, you must also recognize him. The one stuck on your body now is his saber."

Wuling's body shook slightly, but no one noticed. He saw Pei Muxue's expression through the black veil, and then lowered his eyes, thoughtful.

Pei Muxue turned around after appreciating the sword spirit's reaction.

Hey, Wuling's fair neck is actually a little red now.

He froze for a moment, the hand he hadn't withdrawn seemed to have just touched the skin of Wuling's neck.Seeing the intimate movement of the two of them hooking their shoulders together, Pei Muxue was shocked.

Wu Ling is... shy?

Pei Muxue froze in place, she didn't take her hand back, nor did she continue to put it down.

Wu Ling is such a pure and kind person, his behavior is really a bit like a hooligan.

Thinking about it, feeling the soft and warm touch of his fingertips, he involuntarily rubbed it lightly.

Wuling's body froze.

Pei Muxue let go of him abruptly, her fingertips were full of strange numbness, her face turned red and pale, and she couldn't even stand up.

"I, I..." Pei Muxue faltered, suddenly slapped her thigh, pointed at the sword spirit and said, "What tricks are you doing again!"

The sword spirit who had been obediently staying where he was wiping away his tears was stunned, "I, I didn't."

"You have!" Pei Muxue was relentless.

"You say yes, can you let me go now..." Sword Spirit was a little pitiful, pointing to his chest, "My vitality is draining."

Pei Muxue continued to ask: "The sword spirit lost its vitality, will it break the sword in the end?"

"Y-maybe, but I have been in the sword since I was born. Although I am a sword spirit, I haven't seen other people of the same type, so I can't say for sure." Sword spirit said sincerely.

"Oh, then just ignore him." Pei Muxue turned to Wuling and said seriously, "I think this sword spirit has been playing tricks, let him go."

The sword spirit was anxious, and looked at them crying, "Don't, don't, I will really break the sword if I lose it."

"It's no pity to break such a sword."

Wu Ling nodded and said, "The Frost Bone Sword shouldn't exist in the world."

Pei Muxue breathed a sigh of relief, and Wu Ling finally returned to normal.

Sword Spirit was still pleading, but he was always a phantom, unable to see his face or expression clearly, he could only hear that he was very anxious.

At this time, all the black wires on his wrists were finally disconnected, and the people got rid of his control, and they all fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

"You are Pei Muxue, I've heard about it." Jiaping's consciousness drifted over, with a complicated look on his face.

Pei Muxue looked up at him.

"Thank you for saving me and Zhou He." Liu Hongyu also pulled Zhou He and floated over. Zhou He followed with his head lowered, and glanced at Liu Hongyu, not daring to break free.

Familiar faces include Meng Liming, Huang Song, everyone in the medical clinic, and some people who had met once on the street.

Pei Muxue's face was serious, and at this moment he found that he couldn't move at all.

With a "bang", a long arm-thick chain appeared out of thin air from the ground, quickly and accurately binding him.

The sword had already been thrown back, and it was heading straight towards Pei Muxue, but Wu Ling flicked the sleeve of his black robe and stopped it with one hand.

People had already swarmed up, surrounded Pei Muxue in the center, and thanked him earnestly, but flames sprouted from under their feet, and slowly burned to the center, the flames burned to the chains, and the flames shot up instantly.

Pei Muxue could break free from this chain, but he couldn't.

The fire of people's consciousness has been connected with the chain, if he breaks free forcefully, these people will never be able to wake up again.

Wu Ling held his sword and wanted to rescue him, but countless fierce sword qi descended from the sky and surrounded him.

"So, you listened to my words earlier and let me go, so you don't have to be so embarrassed," Jian Ling's dark figure floated between the two, and said excitedly, "I will at least make you feel better." Die comfortably."

Pei Muxue looked at everyone's grateful eyes silently, the fire had already reached his clothes.The red clothes are paired with fiery red flames, reflecting Pei Muxue's jade-like face, the picture is extremely beautiful but cruel.

Wu Ling's cultivation base is extremely high, but the sword energy that pursues him is endless, and he intends to consume him to the end.

"This is the inside of the Frost Bone Sword. No matter how strong a person is, I can't compete with me." The sword spirit smiled and admired the struggle of the two.

Wuling glanced at Pei Muxue, and at the moment when he was distracted, another huge sword aura attacked from behind.

He didn't look back, but with a backhand block, the sword energy dissipated.

"Let's see how long you can last!" Sword Spirit fluttered, grabbed it from the void, shook out a mat, half-lyed on it with great interest, "Wu Ling, right? You are Shifang Pavilion You, it is said that you are still a young pavilion master, so today you will only end up cut to pieces!"

He looked at Pei Muxue again, "What about you, it's of some use to keep you, so I'll be merciful and leave you a whole body."

Pei Muxue looked at him coldly, "Do you really think this can trap me?"

"Of course the chains can't trap you, isn't it your own good heart that traps you?" Sword Spirit laughed sarcastically.

The flames were about to burn the hem of his clothes to ashes, jumping up to his body.

Pei Muxue's hands and feet were tightly bound, only his fingers could move. He had already secretly poured spiritual power into the chain, and after a few breaths, the spiritual power would completely cover the chain and strip the fire of consciousness from it.

However, it is estimated that he will suffer a little injury.

Pei Muxue smiled wryly in her heart, and began to think about whether there was a secret technique to quickly eliminate the burn marks.

At this time, Wuling stopped suddenly, and threw the sword in his hand, blocking a few sword qi, and more sword qi took the opportunity to rush towards him. He turned around and didn't care at all.

He quickly drew a formation, flew over and enveloped everyone.The formation was dimly lit, and the flames of people's consciousness weakened a little, and then sprang up again.

Not enough, far from enough.

Wu Ling didn't stop, he cut his eyebrows almost instantly, and a drop of blood flew to the center of the formation.In an instant, the light flourished.

The fire of consciousness faltered and finally went out completely.

At this time, Wu Ling's body had already been hit by countless sword qi, and the black robe was cut into countless holes, bloody all over his body.The sword energy continued to attack, but he could not hide or block it, he just stood quietly and looked at Pei Muxue.

Pei Muxue was stunned, the moment Wuling's fingers were inserted into the black veil, he was stunned.

If the blood between the brows of a cultivator is lost, at the least, he will be sick for several months and his cultivation level will drop sharply, and at the most serious, his life will be irreversible.

Wu Ling was willing to do this for himself.

He only needs to wait a moment, and he can break free by himself.A little flesh injury, compared with Wuling's current injury, is nothing but a drop in the bucket, nothing at all.

Pei Muxue believed that Wu Ling must have known her plan just now, but why did she still take the first shot.

Is he reluctant to get hurt?

No, it's impossible.He and Wu Ling have only known each other for a few days, how could they have such a deep friendship.

Pei Muxue quickly shattered the chain, and the silk ribbon was raised, flying to block all the attacks for Wuling.

He supported Wu Ling steadily, and the two were protected in the center by a silk belt, listening to the sound of sword energy colliding.

Looking at the wounds all over Wuling's body at close range, it was shocking.Pei Muxue had never experienced such a mood before, a dull pain stuck in his throat, and unexplainable abnormal emotions hit his heart one after another, and his heart beat strangely and extremely fast.

Wu Ling didn't care about his injuries, his body was bleeding, but he looked at him with concern: "Are you injured?"

Pei Muxue was stunned, "No, no."

He looked at the dripping blood, as if dripping on his heart, coincided with his heartbeat, drop by drop, every time.

Although Wu Ling was born in the Devil's Cult, he is not stained by mud, kind-hearted and noble, and his heart seems to be real, and he is willing to give unreservedly for a person he just met.

Such a loving person is also worthy of anyone's love.

Thinking of this, his peach blossom eyes widened, his eyelashes trembled, and he lost focus for a moment, wondering what he was thinking.

Love...?

The turmoil in her heart suddenly found an outlet, and the moment the word came out, a violent storm blew up in Pei Muxue's heart.

He no longer dared to look at Wuling, but stammered, "You're so hurt, I'll take you out right away."

The ribbon was still flying, and the end stretched straight towards the sword spirit, and the sword spirit weakened a little in an instant.

"Let, let go of me!" The sword spirit was struggling, the sword energy changed direction, and met the silk belt, the two were hard and soft, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

"Not only will I not let you go, but I will also destroy you!" Pei Muxue's eyes narrowed, the ribbon gradually tightened, and he was now full of rage.

The sword spirit struggled for a while, then calmed down, a black air slowly drifted away from him, and the black phantom now turned into a translucent white shadow.

He raised his head weakly, and all the sword energy disappeared immediately, "Who are you? Why are you in my space."

Pei Muxue looked at the confused sword spirit and asked, "You don't remember what happened?"

"I, I just remember seeing a black shadow, and then I lost consciousness," Sword Spirit looked around and said in surprise, "Did I do all this? I, I don't know anything."

Pei Muxue nodded, "Now we are in your space, can you let us out?"

Jianling nodded, and looked at Wuling timidly, "This person is seriously injured..."

As soon as the ribbon was loosened, Pei Muxue put down the sword spirit.

Only then did he realize that the people standing blankly by the side had all fallen to the ground, and their consciousness was faintly visible.

Among them, Zhou Zhouhe, Meng Liming and Huang Song were the most serious, and they had become almost as transparent as Sword Spirit.

Broke, the trio may well never be able to go back.

Spiritual power flowed out from Pei Muxue's fingertips, enveloping the three of them, but it had little effect.

Soon, Huang Song's figure disappeared first.Pei Muxue was in a state of desperation. On the one hand, Wu Ling was injured and bleeding, and on the other hand, she was in an unsolvable situation.

Wuling glanced at him, shook his wrist, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"How is this possible? It's alright with your name?" Pei Muxue looked at Wu Ling who was dressed in black and red, and became even more worried.

He turned his head and asked Sword Spirit: "You summoned them, is there any good way to send them back immediately?"

"No, it's not me," Sword Spirit trembled, "However, I know a way..."

Pei Muxue glanced at him impatiently, "Say it quickly! Hesitating, the best way to wait is useless."

"This... the consciousness of these people is already weak, and the fire of consciousness has been ignited for a long time just now, causing their consciousness to dissipate. Only others are willing to use their own fire of consciousness to help them..." Sword Spirit said while stealing Looking at Pei Muxue's face, for fear of being beaten, "This is the only way."

"What kind of bullshit is this!" Pei Muxue couldn't hold back for a moment, her habit of never swearing was broken.

Wuling sighed lightly, and said, "This is not called saving people."

"What did you say, is it true?" A voice suddenly sounded, with a bit of anxiety and anticipation.

At some point, Liu Hongyu woke up, looking at the sword spirit with burning eyes.

The author has something to say: ah, classmate Pei finally got the hang of it.When will they be able to achieve a positive result, Yuanmu...