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A drop of bright red "cinnabar mole" suddenly appeared on the center of her white eyebrows.

It's like being touched by an eyebrow pencil.

But.

The next second.

The "cinnabar nevus" fell down between the eyebrows, leaving a bright red mark.

It's like a beautiful lady drawing her eyebrows with a pen, but accidentally draws it down.

The red trail winds and the path twists and turns.

Passing through the corners of her mouth, it was smeared on her lips.

Then pause slightly at the pointed chin.

Drops of blood fell.

Dyeing her white clothes red.

"not good."

Ning Ying suddenly said in shock, her face turned solemn.

"Junior Sister Ling Fei's sword heart is unstable, there is a danger of the heart lake collapsing and the flying sword falling!"

Sword practitioners practice swordsmanship and pay attention to purity of thoughts and having no other thoughts. It is a kind of purity of mind in a sense, because they have to focus on the sword.

However, this has also resulted in the common paranoid character of sword cultivators. With a single obsession, it is easy to get into trouble and endanger the core of the sword.

The heart of the sword is mysterious and mysterious. It is something similar to the mind. The most direct things it affects are the natal flying sword and the heart lake. This is also the foundation of sword cultivation and is extremely important.

Everyone in the Taiqing Mansion was immediately frightened and rushed towards Concubine Zhao Ling.

Jiang Chebai, who was staring at Zhao Lingfei with a sad smile, was slightly startled when he saw the blood stain, and then his eyes widened and he said in horror: "Lingfei, no!"

Students from the Taiqing Mansion: "Junior Sister Lingfei, hold your sword steady and don't do anything stupid!"

The monks watching were even more shocked.

"Stop her quickly, knock her out, and don't let her think again!"

"Go quickly..."

A crowd of people rushed towards Zhao Lingfei.

There are people with good cultivation, such as Jiang Chebai, who have already arrived in front of Zhao Lingfei.

But.

In an instant.

All those approaching were thrown upside down.

It turned out that a piece of silver-white sword energy bloomed from Zhao Lingfei's body.

It's like a big moon spreading silver light.

For a moment, it was difficult for everyone to get even half a step closer!

Both eyes looked horrified.

But before they could think too much about it.

"Get out, all of you, don't come over here. It's okay if he bullies me, but you guys are here to bully me too?!"

Zhao Lingfei's voice was cold.

At this moment, she was in the lotus pond in her heart.

The terrible storm has reached its peak.

The bamboo horse has stopped trembling, and only the last glimmer of the sword remains.

However, Qingmei, who was desperate for her own safety, was still relentlessly rushing into Qinglian.

However, Qingmei's gorgeous sword was gradually covered with dim light spots.

Bamboo horses and green plum trees exist in dependence on each other.

If the bamboo horse is destroyed, the green plum will no longer be a green plum.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at this tragic scene in the lotus pond of Xinhu Lake with fascination.

The words of the inaccessible people around him gradually faded away.

She smiled slightly.

The vision is a little hazy.

Suddenly I felt very tired and wanted to fall into an unknown dream.

at some point.

Among the people behind her, there was another man who rushed towards the silver sword energy barrier regardless of his own safety.

His whole body twitched and he flew backwards.

Zhao Lingfei didn't pay any attention to it.

But.

When the man stood up again and staggered forward.

"Qingjun."

He said.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly trembled all over and did not look back.

Zhao Rong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His footsteps were firm and he collided with the silver sword energy again.

This time.

But there was no obstacle at all.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

He swallowed hard and swallowed a mouthful of blood foam.

He walked forward.

He directly took her hand.

"Qingjun, let's go."

Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and stared blankly at the big hand that completely wrapped her bare hand.
Chapter completed!