Chapter 707
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"Ku Rong's Holy Beast?" Di Xingchen and Wuxie both looked at Ning An in shock. They hadn't thought of this before.
"Oh no." Ning An looked at Kaloya. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Sure enough, he noticed that Kaloya's aura was similar to Ku Rong's.
Could it be that Ku Rong used the Weeping Blood Phoenix to control Kaloya?
Thinking up to this point, Ning An felt uneasy. Ku Rong was already so strong that it was hard to deal with her. If Kaloya were to join the fray, they wouldn't even have the strength to retaliate.
"Quick, Ku Rong wants to use this opportunity to kill us. We must seize this opportunity to kill him. Otherwise, things will become troublesome." After saying that, Ning An flapped her wings and arrived at the battlefield in an instant.
Di Xingchen and Wuxie didn't know what Ning An meant, but they knew that something bad was going to happen.
No matter what the matter was, the matter of the Weeping Blood Phoenix, for example, was a very bad thing.
They looked at each other and didn't stay any longer. They quickly rushed to the center of the battlefield.
Jía tried to stab him with her sword, but Ku Rong dodged and grabbed her hand.
Just as Jía thought that her hand was going to be crippled, the Bloodthirsty Sword flew through the air and slashed at Ku Rong's wrist.
Seeing this, Ku Rong let go of Shia's hand and avoided the consequences of her wrist being chopped off.
Jía moved her wrist and snorted at Ning An. "I didn't ask you to save me."
Ning An glanced at Jía and didn't say anything. Ning An couldn't be bothered to say anything to her.
Ku Rong took a few steps back and looked at Ning An. "Ning An, I'll let you experience the feeling of being attacked by a weapon you made yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sword with a thick black aura appeared in Ku Rong's hand.
The sword gave off a very strange feeling. It didn't feel like a weapon, but like a person full of evil.
Everyone looked at the sword, then turned to look at Ning An.
Ning An made such a sword?
Was there something wrong with her head? How could she make such a sword?
Ning An frowned, but didn't say anything.
"Bloodthirsty, what sword is that?" Ning An wasn't sure if she was the one who made it, but she was sure that she was very familiar with the sword and had some sort of connection with it.
"The River of Spirits." Bloodthirsty's voice was heavy. "The River of Spirits is imbued with a strong demonic aura. Once a demon uses it, its power will increase. The stronger the demon, the more powerful the River of Spirits will be. It's a very tricky weapon."
Her memories weren't complete. She didn't remember many things, but she did remember a little about swords.
"Ning An, you made the River of Spirits yourself. Now, let it experience the power of its master." As soon as he finished speaking, Ku Rong waved the River of Spirits in his hand and a ray of sword-light flew towards Ning An.
Ning An raised her hand and blocked the sword-light with Bloodthirsty.
Bloodthirsty was strong enough to block the River of Spirits, but it couldn't block Ning An.
Ning An was much weaker than Ku Rong, so after blocking the sword-light, Ning An spat out a mouthful of blood.
This was caused by the power of the sword-light.
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