It has not been a breath since Wu Jing took off blood until now.

Almost the moment he took action, the cold sword light came over and completely killed it. The whole body was covered in blood and blood, making the entire space bloody and ferocious.

Lin Tianchong's eyes solidified, and then, in front of him, a sword of flame appeared. Fire was like flowing water, covering the void. The fire burned all things, and a sword broke through the air, causing the heaven and earth to make a rumbling sound.

break!

The lightning roared in his arms and swept across, like a mountain falling from the sky, shaking the sword of flame open.

But as soon as he made a move, a cold wind swept across his back.

The next moment—

The cold sword light reappeared, like a fierce ghost with teeth and claws, and the sword force was fierce, cutting off Lin Tianchong's right arm of Thunder!

Void, silent.

Lin Tianchong's body fell from mid-air, covering his right arm with his left hand, and blood kept flowing out, dripping onto the ground. The surging look of pain almost shocked everyone's mind.

Even Chu Xingyun opened his eyes wide at this moment and looked at this scene in disbelief.

Two sword lights hovering in the void slowly fell down, and the sword shadows floated like fog and turned into two gloomy figures, which were Chang Chixiao and Qin Qiumo.

Are you surprised why the two of us suddenly took action and stopped you in such a timely manner? It was Qin Qiumo who spoke. He stepped forward and looked down at Lin Tianchong in front of him with an idiot's gaze.

Lin Tianchong was still covering his right arm and his eyes moved, but was surprised to find that there was a vertical eye growing between Qin Qiumo's eyebrows, with gray and black pupils, and a hint of cold light that was constantly turning, which was particularly terrifying.

My martial spirit, called the Eyes of the Shadow Spirit, ranks at the fifth level. Although it has no combat ability, it is extremely sensitive to the spiritual power of heaven and earth. Even if it is a thread, it can be clearly perceived.

Qin Qiumo raised his head, glanced at Chu Xingyun, and said proudly: Just now, the spiritual power of Wu Jing's blood was transmitted through the voice of the ghostly eyes. Although I don't know what you are discussing, I thought about it and it was probably related to this person.

Therefore, when we recovered from waking up, we did not hesitate at all, and turned into a sword and rushed forward!

Speaking of this, Qin Qiumo and Chang Chixiao showed ferocious smiles on their faces, and the sequinous sword light was still floating above everyone's heads, causing everyone's mind to fall to the bottom and feel more desperate.

The strength of these two people is far less than that of my father, but in order to save you, they still took the risk to take action. Such a move was too stupid and opened my eyes. A sneering voice came out of Chang Mingyang's mouth. He stared at Chu Xingyun with his eyes, as if he wanted to see something from Chu Xingyun.

After a moment, he turned his eyes back, and a hint of annoyance appeared on his face, as if he had no patience.

I saw Chang Mingyang lifting his right foot, and a dazzling silver light shone on his long boots. His sharpness was like a sword, and he kicked Chu Xingyun's lower abdomen with a domineering and sharp posture.

Bang!

The terrifying power was extremely powerful and knocked Chu Xingyun out of the whole body.

The body hit the hard mountain wall, and a deep mark was printed. The falling rocks rustled, tearing apart the blood hole on Chu Xingyun's body. At the same time, the spiritual power surrounding him also disappeared like flowing water.

Chu Xingyun's spiritual sea was broken? The crowd's pupils frowned. For a moment, their breathing stopped, and even their hearts stopped beating and fell into absolute silence.

If the defeats of Wu Jingxue and Lin Tianchong have made the crowd more desperate, then at this moment, the hearts of the crowd have been occupied by despair and nothing else!

The sea of ​​spirit is the foundation of cultivation.

No matter how powerful a warrior is, he must rely on the spiritual sea to breathe and absorb the pure spiritual power between heaven and earth.

The spiritual sea is shattered, and the warrior's lifelong cultivation will be gone. He cannot use martial arts and martial arts, and cannot activate the martial spirit, and becomes a complete waste.

At this moment, Chu Xingyun's spiritual sea was shattered, which means that all the miracles and feats he had created before had become the past. He is no longer a genius, nor is he a peerless monster with a bright future.

Without the Spirit Sea, his existence is even worse than that of ordinary people!

Chu Xingyun fell in a pool of blood, and his eyes became empty, without the confidence and splendor of the past. Pain enveloped his body and mind, causing his whole body to tremble wildly.

Chu Xingyun did not take his injuries seriously. He could recover from the previous one in less than a day after he was soaked in the blood pool.

However, the shattering of the Spirit Sea and the blood pool cannot be repaired.

Even the legendary super-nine-level spiritual material is powerless!

I, Chu Xingyun, lived for a lifetime. In just one year, I accumulated countless resources and received help from many powerful people, but in the end, I ended up shattering the Spirit Sea.

Could it be that this heaven really wants to destroy me?

Even Chu Xingyun's perseverance could not help but sigh at this moment. The last trace of spiritual power in his body dissipated, and he seemed to have no soul, looking at the hazy sky in depressed manner.

In this world, martial arts is the most important thing, and the strong are the most important.

Chu Xingyun lost the sea of ​​spirit, which was equivalent to losing everything.

He is unable to find the whereabouts of his biological mother.

He could never do the promise he made to Shui Liuxiang again.

He could not even summon the sword of the Martial Spirit.

What is the difference between living and dying in this life?

The divine light in Chu Xingyun's eyes gradually dissipated, making Chang Mingyang a little bored. Originally, he wanted to constantly torture Chu Xingyun and use Chu Xingyun's pain and howling to vent the hatred in his heart.

Now, Chu Xingyun was in a trance. No matter how much he tortured, he had no movement at all, and it was no different from being dead.

I, Chang Mingyang, is a genius disciple of Wanjian Pavilion. How could I waste time on a waste? Such a thought came from my mind. Chang Mingyang looked at Chu Xingyun without any emotion.

A clang!

The Cold Light Silver Sword was unsheathed, and a trace of cold murderous intent spread out from Chang Mingyang.

But he saw him raising the silver sword, and the sequin sword light tearing the void apart. If it descends on Chu Xingyun, it would definitely cut off Chu Xingyun's body.

Chu Xingyun also saw the sword light, but his body did not move, and he was still standing there, still motionless.

Seeing this scene, the crowd was filled with lament. On his trembling face, his eyes closed in pain, and he didn't dare to open his eyes to watch this scene happen.

It's really boring!
Chapter completed!